That Flash of Fiery Red

"N-no... don't jump!"

"Oh, my god! How could he jump without a moment's hesitation? He was so brave."

"Has his disregard for life reached that extreme?"

"What a shame. Such a young genius. If he came back alive, those luxury car racing teams would surely compete to hire him, but now it's all too late."

"If I were him, and everyone in the world had left, leaving only me behind, I would probably be in despair too!"

"Did you notice how calm he looked when he jumped? He was even smiling."

"The calmer he looked when he jumped, the more despair he must have felt inside."

The moment they watched him jump, many viewers felt a wave of despair.

No one thought an ordinary person with no foundation, even a master-level driver, could easily come back alive under these circumstances.

The best possible outcome was for him to be gravely injured and on the verge of death.

Although that would immediately take him out of the competition, at least his life would be spared.

Ye Jin wore a fiery-red wingsuit, with neither a helmet nor an oxygen tank.

He fell from the mountain like a fiery-red feather, the most brilliant splash of color among the green peaks.

He seemed ready to set the whole spring ablaze.

Countless people watched his fearless, fiery-red figure, unable to keep from sighing with emotion.

This would probably be the last impression he left on this world!

He faced death and welcomed it in the most brilliant fashion, with the most fearless courage.

Was this the people of the Nine Domains Nation?

They truly deserved their place as one of the oldest peoples in this world.

The things engraved in their bones made the others feel afraid.

Countless fellow citizens of the Nine Domains Nation watched Ye Jin leap down, an inexplicable wave of emotion rising in their hearts.

They couldn't help searching their hearts and asking themselves.

If they were in his place, could they really have done better than Ye Jin?

The answer was: impossible!

He had surpassed 99% of people.

What a shame!

In a conference room at the Nine Domains Nation's highest seat of power, the person in charge watched him leap down, bursting through the air like the most brilliant flame.

He slowly took off his glasses and sighed, unable to speak for a long time.

What a fine child!

For no reason, he had been swept up in this selection.

In the end, he had chosen to end his life this way.

It was such a terrible shame!

He really wanted to save him, but this program had been jointly established by the Human Destiny Alliance. No one could interfere unless the worst situation arose.

Suddenly, he looked at the screen and gave a soft exclamation.

He saw what was really going on.

A smile slowly appeared on his face.

Sure enough, miracles would always happen.

The contestants from the other seven nations had it worst, because at this moment almost no one was paying attention to their actions anymore. Everything they did had become irrelevant.

Ye Jin occupied nearly every trending topic and point of attention.

Before he set off, a high-tech nano camera had landed on him.

It had set off along with him.

It had originally been meant to record his final moments of death.

But now it was serving a different purpose.

It recorded Ye Jin at his most fearless.

Ye Jin spread his arms. The humidity, the wind, and the degree of control he had over his body came together as information that flowed into his mind.

Everything seemed to happen naturally.

He wore no mask and carried no oxygen tank.

This was one of the most death-seeking things a wingsuit flyer could do.

At such extreme speeds, a person was close to being unable to breathe and needed an oxygen tank to supply the body with oxygen.

Otherwise, the flight itself could go perfectly well, but suffocation and insufficient blood supply to the brain could cause an accident.

This was the freest state of flight available to humans high in the sky.

This was the ultimate goal humanity had pursued for thousands of years.

To soar between heaven and earth like a bird.

To fly wherever one wished to go.

The crowd looked again at that fiery-red figure, no longer like a falling leaf.

Instead, he was like the most brilliant flame, ready to burn the entire sky to nothing.

Leaving behind his most invincible form.

Countless people saw only a ball of fire.

That was Ye Jin's figure.

That was a burning flame.

That was the freedom humanity had pursued for thousands of years.

That was the most addictive poison on the edge of death at extreme speed.

Even Kelis couldn't help taking a deep breath as he watched him now.

No mask, no oxygen tank.

He displayed himself in his most complete state, unrestrained in the sky.

He could tell.

Every one of Ye Jin's movements was flawless, worthy of serving as a textbook example.

Even if he did it himself, he couldn't do any better.

He was utterly astonished and couldn't help standing up.

Countless people who saw this scene also couldn't contain their excitement and stood up.

Cheers erupted in cities across the Nine Domains Nation, and applause thundered.

At this hour, the cities would normally have been at their most congested.

But now, almost no moving vehicles could be seen on the streets.

Countless people had been ready to go to work, but stopped again when they saw such a spectacular scene.

Their eyes were wide, afraid of missing a single exciting moment.

At this moment, Ye Jin gave them fresh hope.

Ye Jin narrowed his eyes and looked down, taking in the entire city at a glance.

He was relaxed now, without the slightest tension in the face of death, as though he had entered a profound state.

The entire city was deserted.

Like a dead city.

Looking down from above, he could see no sign of life.

All of humanity seemed to have vanished in an instant.

He controlled his body, soaring along the air currents as he worked to regain his balance. Before long, he had fully assimilated the master-level state.

He reached a state where his body moved as his mind willed.

His speed grew faster and faster.

The scattered rocks on the mountain.

The trees among the vegetation.

The steep slopes covered in thorns.

They rushed wildly past him.

Leaving only a trail of afterimages.

Breathing became more and more difficult. The powerful airflow exerted enormous pressure on him, leaving him unable to breathe.

Many people who had gone wingsuit flying had suffocated, depriving their brains of oxygen. They then lost consciousness, and accidents followed.

At this moment, he dazzled everyone.

He overturned the understanding of countless people.

Especially those watching from the first-person perspective.

Their scalps tingled all the more.

They kept feeling as though they would crash and die the next instant.

It was even more scalp-tingling than high-speed racing!

"How many bizarre incidents have I run into today? Whoever just told me he'd never gone wingsuit flying, get the fuck out here. I'll beat you to death."

"He's handling it so skillfully, and you're telling me it's his first time?"

"For fuck's sake, rumors get people killed!"

"I'm never believing you dumbasses again. Where did you get your information? Was it from decades ago?"

"Everyone who was writing him off just now, get out here, stand at attention, and take your beating! Look, this is a god, you hear me!"

Suddenly, someone cried out.

Their voice was full of disbelief.

"His speed... isn't it way too fast?!"

"He's practically reached the absolute limit! Can someone tell me how fast he's going right now?"

"All I can see are afterimages on either side. Can someone lend me a pair of eyes? I can't take it all in."

"That speed... it's at least... over 200 km/h!"