God Ye, don't mess with me, I'm scared!

Everyone felt their scalps tingle, as though they had just walked along the edge of death.

Even after the car came to a stop, the fear in their hearts had yet to fade.

They gulped down fresh air.

They savored their escape from death.

Countless people slumped in their seats.

No wonder those top rally races rarely showed the action from a first-person perspective. The scenes were simply too intense, hurting the viewing experience.

But this footage made their blood surge and boil with excitement.

They wanted nothing more than to drag their roommate, who was watching porn in the upper bunk, down and beat them up.

They wouldn't watch this kind of thrill, but insisted on watching that kind instead.

They simply had no appreciation.

Comments poured in on international social media.

"That was insane! A race against death! Every time I thought I was going to die, I was pulled back from the edge."

"Unbelievable. Is this what a top racing driver can do?"

"Ye Jin only got his license less than two years ago, and he's never competed in a rally or a Formula race. Why is he so good? If he competed, he might be the next world champion."

"With the skills he's shown, I bet even after this is over, those top luxury car racing teams will invite him to join. With skills like that, he's already capable of winning a championship."

People whose own contestants had performed terribly tried to smear Ye Jin.

"Is this racing? This is street racing! Heh, this is a display of humanity's dark side."

"Without the restraints of morality and law, it unleashed his dark nature. He disregarded the law and put other people's lives all over the place? I strongly condemn this behavior."

"This is only happening because it's on a livestream. In my Sea Eagle Country, if you dared to race around with no regard for human life, you'd be shot full of holes in minutes."

"You people above, can you stop talking out of your asses? Don't you have a fucking clue how your own countries performed?"

"You're a textbook case of sour grapes. What a fucking double standard. If you don't have the skills, don't force yourselves to hate on him and drag down the whole discussion."

"This is what a top racing driver can do. What do you think? Not convinced? If you're not, bite me!!"

Nine Domain viewers climbed over the firewall in droves.

They couldn't stand watching those people tell blatant lies and sling mud for no reason.

The viewers from Nine Domains Nation were no pushovers, and they soon seized the high ground in the comments.

Besides, the vast majority of viewers were already on Ye Jin's side, so it wasn't long before they left the brainless haters speechless.

Ye Jin's stunning performance had put him far ahead of the other contestants.

It had also raised the caliber of the show without anyone noticing.

Before the broadcast began, everyone had thought it would just be one person ***, but they hadn't expected to see such a spectacular scene. It was an enormous surprise.

What did people watch livestreams for?

For the thrills!

The things they normally didn't dare do or couldn't do themselves.

Someone could always do them on a livestream.

It was as though they were there themselves, becoming the protagonist and doing things in their minds that they could never do in real life.

That was enough to send their excitement through the roof.

As for the other contestants?

What kind of trash were they?

They were either violent maniacs or freeloaders waiting to die.

What right did they have to be mentioned in the same breath as Ye Jin?

Even people from their own countries lost much of their interest after a few glances.

Everyone closed their eyes and relived Ye Jin's performance, unable to keep the corners of their mouths from curling up. It was a moment worth savoring again and again.

Ye Jin opened the car door and stepped out. No matter how calm he looked, he couldn't help feeling excited inside.

An electronic notification sounded in his mind.

His wild drive might have been short and required no exercise, but his intense concentration had still burned calories at a frantic pace.

In just twenty minutes, he had burned five hundred calories.

His talent points increased by another five hundred.

This opened up a whole new world to him.

After getting out of the car, he walked to the edge of the cliff. The city below his feet looked tiny, like toy blocks by the roadside.

There should have been a swarm of "ants" there too.

But now, when he looked, they had all vanished.

As far as the eye could see, everything stretched out endlessly, and at the farthest point, beyond his sight, lay the sky-blue sea.

He frowned slightly. Where on earth was this?

He didn't seem to remember a city like this.

Hai N? No!

WW? Not that either!

At a glance, the city was enormous, with everything from skyscrapers to low little houses. It didn't look like a reef island at all.

Could I have transmigrated?

Transmigrated to a parallel world?

That isn't scientific at all!

Although the end of science was mysticism.

This didn't look mystical at all, though.

He rubbed his temples, his mind a tangled mess.

When the viewers saw him frown, their hearts skipped a beat, and they hurried to express their concern in the comments.

"Shit, he hasn't noticed something, has he?"

"If he discovers the truth, won't the show be a failure?"

"Oh my god, I haven't had my fill yet. Please, don't let him find out."

The viewers were on tenterhooks. This was their greatest source of fun!

Once the truth came out, it would all be gone.

The host, Brian, hurriedly stepped forward to explain.

"Please rest assured, viewers. Our city was replicated to the original scale. Even if he has doubts, he's in an unfamiliar environment and won't be able to discover anything amiss, so please don't worry."

"Please believe that we have the ability and the financial resources to pull this off."

"Our existence absolutely won't be exposed prematurely. Even if it is, we have countermeasures."

Only after receiving that assurance did the viewers relax.

Sure enough, although Ye Jin had a vague feeling that something was wrong, he couldn't put his finger on what it was.

He could only set his doubts aside.

In a hundred days, the invading alien race would descend.

All of humanity had vanished. When the time came, he would have to fight alone.

He didn't know whether those missile defense systems could hold them off.

If they couldn't, he would have to rely on himself.

He exhaled and looked away.

He opened the car door, took out the two things he had bought at the flight equipment store, and tossed them onto the ground.

The viewers were puzzled.

The brainless haters instantly spotted an opportunity.

"What did he buy those two things for? Is he joking? Does he know how to spell death?"

"He really doesn't know how high the heavens are or how deep the earth is. He thinks buying a wingsuit means he can pull off such a difficult sport? Just wait for death!"

There were plenty of people in the comments defending him too.

"Who says ordinary people can't go wingsuit flying? Maybe Ye Jin was already an advanced enthusiast. If you don't know, stop talking out of your ass."

"What a joke. You fucking nobodies can't do anything, so you won't let anyone else be good at everything? Can you shut your pig mouths? OK?"

Whether at home or abroad, the viewers had an inexplicable confidence in him.

But the next moment, their eyes nearly popped out of their heads.

Ye Jin opened the package.

Suddenly, he didn't know how to put it on.

So... he pulled a booklet out of the package and began reading it carefully.

Everyone: ...

God Ye, don't mess with me!!

I'm scared!!

You're already here to go wingsuit flying.

Don't tell me you still don't even know how to put on the suit!!!!!