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Chapter 706 The Scientific Research Maniac's Great Fortune (Part 20)

All eyes in the cabin were fixed on the window screens, their hearts clenching as if gripped by an invisible hand. As if to ensure the passengers could see clearly, the Y-40 deliberately adjusted its flight angle.

Then, it appeared.

Between the boundless deep blue sky ahead and the curved outline of the Earth below, a man-made object floats silently. It doesn't resemble the oversized, thickened triangular flying machine from the Nantianmen promotional video from decades ago, but rather looks more like a giant aircraft carrier—no, if you had to say, more like a steel island floating in the air.

Foreign groups began to utter monotonous gasps of astonishment, their eyes wide as if searching for the secret to the giant ship's flight. But neither the scientific experts specializing in this field nor the shameless politicians who habitually boasted and lied could find a theory that could make sense at this moment.

It floated quietly in the air. Although you could see several engines at the bottom that seemed to be spraying flames, those engines were clearly not capable of propelling such a behemoth.

"Let's stop here! Let's stop here and go back!"

These experts, generals, celebrities, and politicians from various countries all had the same thought at this moment: they hoped that the Y-40 would stop here, circle around that mythical Sky Island once, and then leave.

In this way, after they return to their home countries, they can shamelessly claim that everything was just an illusion, a visual deception by the University of Tokyo, and that they didn't even dare to get close to it.

However, the Y-40 seemed to have no such intention. After providing enough observation windows, it flew towards the "Sky Island" without stopping.

"That is... a phoenix..."

Compared to the complicated thoughts of the foreign tour group, the anchor's thoughts were much simpler.

In that rare moment when the live stream chat went completely silent, his first thought was—

"It doesn't seem as big as I imagined?"

Especially when you're inside the behemoth that is the Y-40, and you have the footage from when you boarded the plane as a reference, the floating platform in the distance, although you know it must be extremely huge, doesn't seem to give you that exaggerated feeling of being able to see the end of the world.

The thought had barely formed when the Y-40 began to approach a clearly marked landing zone on the flank of the platform. As the distance closed, the visual sense of scale was rapidly altered!
It must be said that non-professionals' understanding of size and distance is quite abstract and unreliable. If you tell them about a 100-meter-tall building, many people who don't think things through might even think it's too short. But when they actually observe it up close, the overwhelming sense of its sheer size comes over them like a tsunami.

As the distance closed, the neatly arranged modular barracks on the silver-gray platform, the various facilities flashing indicator lights, and the ground support vehicles that looked like toys finally made the streamer realize the true size of the platform. At first glance, it was clearly a fairly complete militarized community!

However, the idea of ​​"big" had barely formed in his mind when, as the Y-40 got close enough, new worries arose—

He didn't see the so-called landing area at all! Although the deck of the Luan Bird platform looked very flat, various facilities were arranged in a staggered manner. If a small plane were to land, there would be a section that could barely serve as a runway, but the Y-40, a behemoth with a projected area almost one-tenth that of the Luan Bird, was obviously not among them.

"Brothers... something's wrong!" The anchor's voice carried a hint of tension. Although he was still broadcasting, his hand unconsciously tightened his grip on the seatbelt. "A behemoth like the Y-40 must have a landing run of at least a kilometer, right? It has an electromagnetic catapult for takeoff, but it can't use an arresting cable for landing, can it? By the way, is there an arresting cable in the world that can stop a Y-40?"

His concerns were shared by many knowledgeable tourists and all the foreign delegates in the cabin. Some delegates even subconsciously double-checked their seatbelts, their faces pale. It was like trying to drive a speeding, 100-ton truck into a cramped warehouse full of fragile items and then expecting it to come to an abrupt stop!

In this tense atmosphere, the announcement came over the loudspeaker again: "Dear passengers, the plane is about to land, and there may be turbulence and discomfort. Please do not be nervous..."

"You've made me even more nervous!" The anchor said nervously, but he relaxed and even had the leisure to look around. But what he saw made him realize that the four "White Emperor" fighter jets that had been flying alongside him had changed into a diamond formation at some point!

"Wait, how did this entire bomber formation come out? (Note ①)"

Just as the streamer was complaining, an extremely strange feeling suddenly welled up inside him.

It was a feeling as if the whole world had suddenly been put on slow motion. The scenery around you that was changing rapidly suddenly slowed down, and then a feeling of weightlessness, which was not intense but quite obvious, followed!

The anchor could even feel his body float slightly upwards, as if the airplane engine had suddenly shut down and was plummeting! But reason told him that the feeling of falling should not be so "mild".

A fierce conflict arose between emotion and reason in his judgment. His brain judged from common sense that he should be in a dangerous state of stall, but his body only felt a slight sense of weightlessness, like the moment when an elevator begins to descend, without any further discomfort. For a moment, the anchor even felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. This was the first time he had experienced "discomfort" since boarding the Y-40.

Such discomfort should often be accompanied by intense fear and anxiety, but in reality, these emotions were replaced by a new shock before they even occurred, because on the projection screen in the warehouse, the Y-40 had actually come to a steady stop!

The streamer felt like his CPU was about to overheat; even though he had done his research beforehand, he couldn't find a single theory that could explain all these phenomena.

Luckily, he was an outsider. The group of foreign military experts were nearly going crazy. It was as if they had stumbled upon mythology in a Clash of Clans role-playing game, conducting a rather unsuccessful sanity assessment. Some were laughing and jumping around, others were frantically scratching their heads, and one of them kept repeating a single word—

"Barus! Barus! Barus!"

Fortunately, the illiteracy rate in this group of visitors was still quite high. With the seatbelts automatically unlocking, after a brief period of chaos, these shameful intellectuals were suppressed by the illiterate group as always (Note ②).

(End of this chapter)