Chapter 244
Wearing the suit constantly was making it feel more comfortable by the day. At first it had been sticky and constricting, but now it was molding to his body like a second skin. A quick search revealed it was designed for space use—capable of withstanding temperatures up to 10,000 degrees and impacts around 200 tons. The attached helmet had its own purification system, filtering out toxins and allowing breath without oxygen. With this on, he figured he could take on forces from any nation. Automatic rifles and heavy weapons couldn't pierce it. And with the gravity gun to boot, victory was assured.
"Alright. Let's give it a try."
The thought of clashing with the military made his heart race. He truly felt like the planet's lord and guardian deity. First, he checked the intruders' positions. Yadong let out a garung and connected to the language translator covering half its face, pulling up the screen. Through the device's display, he could view the full feed just like in the cockpit.
The nine nations' forces were scattered across different regions. His plan was to hunt them down one by one, smash their setups, and send them packing. He considered wiping them all out, but the overwhelming power gap made him decide to let them live. These bastards needed to crawl back home terrified, foaming at the mouth about the guardian god here. That way, they'd never dare return.
Scanning the nine armies, he finally picked his first target: the US forces, who had the strongest fortifications. But they were far off—in Forest 173, nearly on the opposite side of the planet. Thousands of kilometers away; walking would've taken decades. He needed something to ride.
"Yadong, got anything fast?"
Yadong garunged and displayed options on the screen: odd-shaped motorcycles, small spacecraft. But one caught Han Yaseong's eye—a flying device, like a jetpack for soaring through the skies. It looked suited for giants, but way too bulky, about the size of a light aircraft—not practical to strap on.
"What about that? Can you make it smaller?"
Yadong garunged again and manipulated the panel. It seemed to have an onboard factory, fabricating items on the spot. It inputted specs for a backpack-friendly size, then started making one for itself too. Yadong apparently planned to join the fight. Estimated build time for both: 32 minutes local time. Fully automated—just set it and forget it. Yadong even whipped up its own suit.
With nothing else to do, Han Yaseong grabbed a meal and headed to the cafeteria. By the time he'd finished the giant stew and toured a few rooms, the flyers were done. Yadong was already suited up head to toe, helmet included. Han Yaseong donned his own helmet—a rubbery material that snapped into place automatically when pulled over his head. Checking the mirror, he looked badass: pitch-black full-body suit and helmet evoking some dark warrior. No way he'd pass for an Earthling. They'd peg him as a native otherworlder.
In the workshop, the flyers were perfectly sized. Yadong's was even smaller. Using the controls beside the helmet, he summoned a heads-up display with the user manual. Simpler than expected: strap it on, and body movements controlled it via gravity manipulation.
With Yadong, he shouldered his gravity gun, strapped on the flyer, and exited the ship. Yadong in its black suit and backpack looked like some cosmic creature.
"Let's fly."
A test jump sent him floating lightly. A few kicks propelled him higher. At around ten meters, it got scary, but no falling meant growing confidence. Yadong zipped around playfully. Han Yaseong practiced maneuvers, getting the hang of flight. Soaring felt like being Superman.
"This is killer!"
He shot straight up, blasted at high speed. Iron Man who? Hours of joyful loops and dives. He buzzed Forest 1, Forest 3—giant beasts gawking from 30 meters below. Distant mountains were now reachable. Any freak birds, and he'd blast them with the gravity gun.
Three hours in, mastery set. Smooth landings too. Better than unwrapping a hot girl's pussy—this was pure bliss. Flying like a dream.
Confidence surged. With these tools, he could rule the planet properly. Nothing scared him now. No forest off-limits. Invincible suit and gravity gun—no beast could match. Even a 10-meter cyclops ape monster? One shot.
"Heh heh heh heh!"
Laughter bubbled up. He felt like a god in a new world. Imagine wearing this back on Earth, streaking the skies—people would freak. Media frenzy: new Superman or Iron Man descends! The thought thrilled him. He'd always dreamed of such powers to run wild. Now realized. Money? Pointless. Women? Unneeded. Flight satisfied every desire.
Yadong spun loops excitedly too.
"Alright, let's go. To the American bastards."
Accelerating toward Forest 173, a flash—and he rocketed ahead. Forests blurred by at near-sonic speeds. No strain; the suit protected perfectly. Dodged a bullet not wearing it, thanks to Yadong. It followed in hot pursuit. At 200 meters altitude, two shapes sliced the air like arrows.
"God damn it! Why won't it work?!"
Colonel Elbert, head of Operation Columbus, fumed. None of Earth's electronic gear functioned. Radars, comms, cameras—dead. As the vanguard, they needed intel for HQ, but stuck with rifles and knives, frustration boiled over.
"Looks like a powerful electromagnetic field. Basic flashlights and lighters work, but computers, radios, cameras? No. Assembled bikes, jeeps, drones, spy bots—all offline."
Major Kenneth, his adjutant, replied calmly.
"Damn it, we discover a new continent—no, a new planet—and need to survey fast, but without tech? How do we explore? Three months here, and we haven't left this forest."
"Poison bugs and plants everywhere make scouting hell. Two men already dead on recon—unknown toxins, antidotes useless."
"So we rot here forever? The President, Pentagon, all of DC expect results. No progress, and we're sidelined. FBI or others snatch control."
"Knew an alien world wouldn't be easy, but blind like this? Unexpected."
"Feels like old-school American pioneers. Starting from scratch..."
Colonel Elbert sighed repeatedly in exasperation. Two months ago Earth time, a portal opened in a Minnesota ranching area. The farmer reported it instantly; military sealed the zone and dispatched a massive survey team.