Chapter 513: What Happened? (2/2)

When Ye Chong opened his eyes again, he was stunned!

All around him was a large stretch of greenery. This was a forest. The large girth of the trees told him that this was a well preserved primary forest.

How could this be? There was no forest on Spectre! Ye Chong had asked Shang to scan the entire planet before he set foot on Spectre. They found no signs of life on that barren planet.

Now, he found himself in the middle of a dense forest.

What happened? What had happened to him? Ye Chong looked at his hands in disbelief. The ring was still on his finger. The pink colored colloid and blue hairy fungus that he kept at the last minute were also intact.

Ye Chong tried to withdraw Celest.

The bio-mech appeared before Ye Chong. Its tall figure gave Ye Chong a sense of control and security.

Just as he felt the tension eased, he realized abruptly that he had lost contact with Shang. That made him panic. He tried desperately to call to Shang, but got no reply.

About 10 minutes later, he gave up trying. There was no reply from the mech. He knew that he was separated from Mu and Shang once again.

Ye Chong felt horrible.

It felt worse than the last time. Much, much worse.

How did he come to this place? How did he got separated from Shang? He knew nothing about his situation. He knew nothing, and he had nothing to work with. This made him felt terrible about it, since he did not know how to find Mu and Shang now.

Two hours later, Ye Chong finally picked himself up. It was very rare for Ye Chong to be affected for so long.

He set aside the issue of Mu and Shang. His priority right now was to find out where he was.

He withdrew Celest and climbed into its pilot cabin.

Celest's appearance had changed a lot after taking in the teardrop mineralite. The only thing that remained the same was his solemn face. Ye Chong gave the order for the bio-photon processor to activate its scanning system.

Celest opened its eyes for the first time.

This was a huge forest. Animals were abound. However, Ye Chong did not recognize any of them. He also found that the forest was divided clearly into two regions.

A dark and thick mist separated the forest into two parts - one was full of light, and the other was under the dark shade of the mist.

The dark mist seemed to produce a strong electrical interference. Celest could not probe the dark region.

”Unidentified flying object found,” the bio-photon processor announced suddenly.

…

Today was Ban Meng's first day flying. As a beginner who had just passed his test, he could only fly in the beginner class Wood Kite. He was not bothered by it, however, since he could only afford a Wood Kite. His dream was to fly, high up into the sky. As a physically robust but mentally simple fellow, flying was not an easy task.

Ban Meng was strong and muscular. No one would challenge him in a fight. However, he was severely lacking when it came to parapsychic abilities. He would not have had the skills to pilot a Wood Kite without working as hard as he did.

Ban Meng was the lowest end model for beginners. It had the shape of a bird, and was made up of 125 pieces of splitbark wood.

Ban Meng carefully maneuvered the trackball. His parapsychic senses were so weak that he could just barely fly the Wood Kite with the lowest end control device that was the trackball.

When Ban Meng was a kid, he had once saw a some airshow pilots execute all kinds of air performance tricks. Ever since then, Ban Meng began to dream of flying one day.

To fly, he would have to get a flying license. He had not heard of anyone who could fly without the aid of some aircraft. Even the strongest parapsychic could not do that. However, when little Ban Meng found a dream for himself, he was told that he had no talent in parapsychic abilities.

His own history proved that beyond doubt. He was physically strong, much stronger than his peers. However, he had no talent whatsoever in parapsychic abilities. Even though little Ban Meng was simple minded, he was also very stubborn. Fortunately, his family was able, not too poor, and could accept his chosen direction in life.

In school, Ban Meng was teased by his classmates. It was simply too funny to see a 17-year-old only just cleared to fly a Wood Kite!

All the aircrafts operated on the same principle - the pilot flies their vessel with a trackball. Usually, a qualified pilot would have to satisfy two requirements. Firstly, the pilot must be skillful enough in parapsychic control and aircraft maneuvering. Secondly, the pilot's physical condition must be able to withstand the act of flying. Ban Meng had no trouble with the second requirement. He was strong as a horse. Even his teachers advised him to switch to combat class.

It was the pilot's parapsychic strength that controlled the trackball. This was Ban Meng's greatest weakness. Despite all the effort he put in, he did not have enough inborn talent. If anything, he had only upgraded himself from a weak afterglow to a tiny candle in a huge room.

Nonetheless, he did not give up. His teachers sympathized with him and were often lenient. It was simply unfortunate that parapsychic abilitywas an innate talent that could hardly be improved by one's efforts.

Little by little, Ban Meng labored his way to success, as he finally earned the license to fly a Wood Kite.

The Wood Kite wobbled as it flew. Ban Meng was in its pilot cabin, tensed all over. He was focused entirely on controlling the trackball. He knew that he was already way off course.

…

Ye Chong saw the odd aircraft. It looked like it was made of some kind of wood, which was weird. Such a primitive aircraft can only be found in museums where he came from. The gray colored wooden panels formed the aircraft. Ye Chong thought it was strange since the wooden structure looked terribly unsafe to fly in.

A wooden structure could not withstand high speed flight, since it had very low endurance.

Ye Chong also found it odd that, while the aircraft was not moving very quickly, it was already stretching the limits of the wooden structure.

Ye Chong considered the aircraft for a moment, and decided to bring it down first.

Zing!

An auto lock-on shuriken shot out of Celest's weapons pack and flew straight towards the large wooden bird.

Bullseye.

There was a loud sound of impact.

The wooden bird disintegrated into pieces midair. Next, Ye Chong saw a man in the middle of the wooden scraps, free falling and screaming for his life.

Zing! Another shuriken spinned its way towards the man.

…

Ban Meng was completely caught off guard by the attack. He did not know why his Wood Kite suddenly went into pieces in the air. Was he cheated by the aircraft trader? He was furious by the thought!

However, he was swallowed in panic in the next moment. He felt himself falling and began to scream without knowing it. The wind bellowed loudly in his ears. He could not hear anything else. There was only one thought on his mind - he's dead! He was going to die!

Just when all hope seemed lost, he felt a force on his neck, like something was pulling him backwards!

Wham! There was a low rumble, and he felt all the wind forced out of his chest.

Bang! There was pain on his back. He had hit on a tree branch.

Before he could scream again, another strong force gripped on his shirt, suffocating him. His body shook, and his fall was stopped forcefully.

The entire incident caught him off guard. He was only an ordinary 17 year old teenager, untrained for situations like these. He was still confused about what had happened to him.

When he gathered himself, he found himself hanging high up in the air.

He was more than a dozen meters above the ground. The discovery scared the life out of him. He could not help but prayed, ”Dear God, please help me!”

Fortunately, his position seemed to be relatively stable, and that comforted him. Now more in control of himself, Ban Meng decided to try to get himself down to the ground as soon as possible. Falling down from this height would definitely kill him!

He looked down again and noticed that somewhere down there, a black haired man was studying the broken wooden parts of his Wood Kite.

”What's so interesting about a Wood Kite?” Ban Meng thought to himself.