I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal Chapter 540 - 328

But the dreamy scenery outside the plane window was spoiled by a jarring dot.

It was like a rat dropping that spoiled a whole pot of soup.

This made Jack Smith unconsciously raise his eyebrows, subconsciously wanting to reach out and rub the black dot away.

He wiped at the dot on the window with his finger.

The black dot remained unchanged.

After a mont of silence, Jack Smith tried scraping it with his fingernail.

But the black dot was still not gone.

It seed as though it wasn’t a stain on the window or at least not on the inside of the window.

At least when Jack scraped it with his fingernail, he didn’t manage to scrape off a stain; in fact, he did not even feel there was a stain on the window at all.

"Perhaps, it’s a stain outside the window?"

"Was it because it was darker inside the cloud layer, so I didn’t notice it?"

As Jack whispered these thoughts to himself, he decided not to fuss over it anymore.

But just as he thought this,

With his usually sharp eyesight, he suddenly noticed that the black dot on the window... seed to be getting bigger?

He really wanted to think it was an illusion.

But Jack, who always relied on superior vision and quick reflexes for excellent marksmanship, was almost certain he wasn’t mistaken.

In the silence,

The black dot stain expanded again.

This ti, it was definite that it had grown sowhat, and the change was not insubstantial.

And, it seed to be subtly moving.

Realizing that this was not a mistake, Jack knew for certain that this was no re stain on the outside of the window.

After all, whose stain grows bit by bit and also moves its position?

This thing made Jack feel as if there was sothing far from the plane outside that was gradually getting closer to his aircraft.

With this in mind,

Jack paused for a mont.

Truth be told, the plane was now in cruising mode.

Although his academic subjects weren’t stellar,

Frequent flying had given him so common knowledge.

Comrcial aircraft typically fly at altitudes between 35,000 and 40,000 feet, which are in the lower stratosphere or upper troposphere.

At this altitude,

The environntal conditions are extre, with very low temperatures, thin oxygen levels, and very low air pressure.

These conditions make it difficult for most life forms to survive; therefore, there are actually no living creatures able to persist in the open air at these altitudes.

So bird species, like vultures and migrating birds,

Although recorded as flying at high altitudes,

Even so, they rarely reach the cruising altitudes of comrcial jets.

Moreover, there have been cases of insects and other minute organisms being sucked into airplane engines, but these generally occur during takeoff and landing when the aircraft is at lower altitudes,

If one were to see a black dot high in the sky, Jack Smith felt it was more likely a visual illusion.

Perhaps an illusion caused by vitreous floaters?

But for him, who underwent regular physical examinations, there shouldn’t be any issues with his vision.

Jack Smith also wanted to dismiss it as just a stain or mark on the window, but this wasn’t a fixed black dot.

This also eliminated the possibility it was a minor flaw left during the manufacturing process or a small particle attached to the outer surface of the window.

If the black dot seed to be moving, ruling out eye problems,

Then no matter how rare or impossible, it now seed to be the truth.

Jack Smith couldn’t help but speculate.

His heartbeat quickened a bit.

He realized that this might not be a simple stain or visual error.

If this were a moving object that was also growing in size, then it was either approaching the aircraft or expanding on its own.

Either scenario was not a normal sign.

"Is it a bird?"

Jack murmured to himself but then quickly shook his head.

At such an altitude, even the strongest birds could not fly for long, let alone keep up with their plane’s speed?

He quickly recalled the knowledge he had previously learned, trying to find a reasonable explanation.

"No, it can’t be a bird," he firmly denied the thought, "Maybe a weather balloon or so other aircraft?"

He muttered, though remained unsure.

If it was another aircraft, that would not be good news.

After all, what did its constant approach an?

Jack decided to hesitate no longer.

He prepared to stand up to look for a crew mber to report the situation.

Besides their rcenary squad, only the flight attendants were here, and those attendants were all part of the Grey Organization that helped people escape.

Jack believed it was pointless to panic on his own.

It would be better to notify the professionals.

Just as he was preparing to stand up,

The black dot increased in size more rapidly, and its shape began to beco clearer.

He didn’t know if it was his own blink that lasted too long.

It was only a few monts.

The dark spot had beco extrely close.

Now, it was no longer an indistinct dark spot.

But a distinctly clear human figure.

An Asian face, male.

His proportions seed exceptionally perfect.

All in all, he appeared to be just an ordinary man.

But he had no equipnt whatsoever; he was just flying in sync with the plane using his body alone, which looked far from ordinary.

It could even be said to be sowhat horrifying.

At this mont,

the fiery sun was above, and a sea of clouds below.

The vast and empty backdrop emphasized the man’s mysteriousness.

The sunlight coming from one direction cast shadows on the man, adorning him in almost a holy manner.

It was as if...

he were a deity brimming with divinity!

Jack Smith, with his excellent vision, even noticed that the intense wind caused by the high speed had not disheveled the man’s hair.

Everything.

Seed like a dream, plunging Jack Smith into confusion.

"Gulp."

Jack Smith swallowed reflexively.

The sound was louder than ever.

It wasn’t that the sound of swallowing had grown louder but that all other sounds had faded, making the swallowing sound exceptionally prominent.

This was due to intense nervousness and panic.

But none of that mattered anymore.

Jack Smith didn’t care if he had suddenly gone deaf; he was just blankly staring at everything that appeared before him.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

The overwhelmingly shocking scene rendered him completely bewildered.

He thought it was a bird, thought it was a plane.

But he had never imagined it was a superhuman!

Having lived most of his life, this was the first ti he had seen such a transcendental and divine spectacle.

He wanted to say sothing.

But he couldn’t make a sound.

It wasn’t that soone had deprived him of his ability to speak, but rather, he was too nervous to speak.

Before long,

his staring and trembling at the window eventually caught soone else’s attention.

The rookie seated behind him, Reyno Crowley, furrowed his brow.

He didn’t ask Jack Smith what was wrong.

Instead, he curiously opened the shuttered plane window, wanting to see what had Jack Smith so engrossed.

And at that look,

he froze.

His attention, like Jack Smith’s, was completely captivated by the divine man outside the plane.

Before a third person noticed their odd behavior,

the man outside the plane made his move.

A red and burning light erged around the man’s eyes,

making him suddenly appear imnsely terrifying.

Jack Smith, who had been watching all this while, started breathing heavily, as if he were drowning in water.

A powerful sense of fear suddenly enveloped him.

Although he didn’t know what the man outside intended to do,

Jack Smith could feel a fleeting yet intense Killing Intent.

Before he could ponder further,

the red light in the man’s eyes intensified and then occupied his entire field of vision.

Then the next mont, he lost consciousness.

The whole world turned to darkness...

And high up in the sky,

the red light at the corners of Chen Yun’s eyes slowly faded away.

His hands crossed behind his back as he watched the plane, cut horizontally into two by the thermal sight, plumt downwards.

His eyes showed neither sadness nor joy.

There was much to do; he had no ti to dwell on emotions here.

A streak of sunlight flashed,

and Chen Yun’s figure subtly vanished from the high sky.

Leaving only an ambiguous murmur echoing faintly in the air:

"115..."