Being killed by a stellar gravitational field was, for the time being, beyond Jiu Ming's fate. His special Soul Body would let him settle on Mars and moonlight as a Martian if he wanted. Of course, going to places like the Sun, Pluto, or even Jupiter would be practically suicidal. Even a Soul Body would have to obediently kneel beneath nature's ferocious storms!
Jiu Ming was not yet so ridiculously powerful that he could ignore scorching heat, freezing cold, and utterly hostile environments.
He would definitely die. No question about it.
According to Yuki's calculations, Jiu Ming could become a Moonman without the slightest problem.
Setting aside the unreliable matter of surviving in space, let's first hear Suzumiya Haruhi's even more unreliable request. She actually wanted to tie these hydrogen balloons to him, send him flying into the sky, and then casually toss the tiny flag in his hand—one that was obviously just a copy—beyond Earth's atmosphere!?
Are you kidding me, or are you kidding me, or are you kidding me?
How could these few lousy balloons possibly manage something like that!?
Fortunately, Suzumiya Haruhi was also a good student. She merely mentioned that unreliable request before letting it go. In the end, Jiu Ming could only stare mournfully at the dozens of hydrogen balloons tied together in front of him.
The unreliable request was gone, but he still could not settle down. For example, there was the note in his notebook with a five-star regret index, along with that utterly deranged laughter. One could imagine just what kind of torment his past self had suffered during that cycle.
Dozens of hydrogen balloons—if he did not make sure to remain in a "physical" state at all times, then in his intangible state, as long as he wanted to float, one-fifth