Chapter 447: Ninety-Third Floor, The Swamp of Time (3)
[Escape the world. Time remaining: 2 seconds.]
Despite countless failures, I finally glimpsed a flicker of hope after my tenth respawn. In my Lightning Transformation, I propelled myself vertically into the sky. Clouds streaked by, torn open by my ascent.
This was my first time flying straight upward for more than a moment. I had never had a reason to, and even if I had remained in the air for extended periods of time, it had been during combat where I would hurl myself toward enemies, not the heavens themselves.
As I breathed, I sensed the ambient oxygen dropping. A question struck me mid-ascent.
Wait, I won’t die once I enter space, will I?
I had never cared much for my science classes, so my memory was hazy, but I recalled that the atmosphere was divided into layers. First, the stratosphere, then the mesosphere—although perhaps I had mixed them up.
I didn’t know how high I could climb before it grew inhospitable.
Maybe I won’t be able to endure it.
One thing was certain, however. An ordinary human would never survive in space. That just made me all the more curious about how far I could go. Considering that gods traveled freely between worlds, perhaps my mana and divinity would be sufficient.
Moreover, I had slain two gods, and I already rivaled low-ranking ones. Surely I wouldn’t die so easily. I tilted my head downward, admiring the vast collection of clouds below me. The one I had flown through still sported a hole. My journey had shredded the mist, leaving it whirling sluggishly as if trying to chase my path. It was, admittedly, an almost picturesque sight.
That wasn’t why I was looking down, though—I wanted to check my progress. Thankfully, the ground appeared almost impossibly far.
Am I safe?