"Oh, right, I could just burn myself!"
Looking at the Hot Air Balloon, which had swollen to the point of almost bursting, Yang Yi suddenly remembered his identity as the Fire Worship Cult Grand Elder... no, the Flamebearer.
So he took out the Fool's Short Sword, cut off the burning section of tongue, and tossed it into the campfire to test its performance.
"The maximum flight speed hasn't changed much..."
Yang Yi found that its maximum flight speed was still around 120 knots, even though the burning tongue produced more black smoke than all the previous campfires combined, enough to spill out from the bottom of the Hot Air Balloon.
This meant the ship had a limit. Restricted by its materials or design, it could not fly any faster, and adding more fuel would do no good.
Conversely, too little fuel would cause its flight speed to drop sharply, reducing its altitude or even leaving it unable to fly.
Yang Yi nodded. He had now thoroughly figured out the ship's characteristics, which would also help him make its Ship Model later.
"...Could you burn yourself next time instead of always burning me?"
The Greedy Maw of Gluttony suddenly protested, but it did no good. Yang Yi ignored it outright. That was what it got for having so many tongues.
Soon, it was eleven o'clock.
Yang Yi immediately called up the system, switched to the private chat interface, and messaged Su Na.
After he left Miskatonic University, the system, which had remained silent all this time, finally responded. He successfully contacted Su Na, who was now aboard the Nightmare Star.
"That's a relief. I was worried you'd be teleported into the sea. After all, I was teleported back to my original coordinates."
Yang Yi sent the private message.
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