Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1587 - 103: Forbidden Zone of the Wasteland

A rope was secured around Bloer's waist, and without a moment's hesitation, he plunged into the abyss.A truly astonishing event unfolded!

As Bloer launched himself forward, just clearing the precipice, his descent was halted. Instead of falling, he began to ascend!

As if disregarding all known laws of physics, a potent force seemed to seize him, drawing him skyward.

The four individuals stationed at the cliff's edge let out a unified cry, leaning back heavily for support.

The combined might of the three, coupled with the upward pull from the earth, was channeled to their companion in front, who ultimately managed to secure Bloer.

It was akin to four people collaboratively flying a kite.

Except, in this instance, the kite was a person.

"One, two, heave!"

"Left, three, one, two, heave!"

In this critical juncture, the warriors of the White Armor Clan and the Wind Clan collectors exhibited extraordinary coordination.

Bloer appeared to be walking on air as he rocketed upwards, vanishing in a blink into the swirling mass of fragmented stones above.

Mu Fan observed with clarity how these very stones were being caught by the abyssal air currents, shattering instantaneously upon contact with the unseen power of the airwaves.

The rope, fashioned from resilient vine fibers, was being reeled in as if grasped by an immense entity.

All four individuals were pulled forward by this exertion.

The peril was unequivocally present.

Yet, Bloer moved with the grace of a feline, so swift that Mu Fan could only perceive him as a blur darting through the narrow passages between the suspended rocks.

Under the vast, dark expanse of the night sky, the brilliant moonlight bathed the landscape, painting a magnificent tableau of humanity's defiant struggle against the overwhelming forces of nature.

The ascending currents within the chasm...

Mu Fan observed for a duration before drawing a deep breath.

A sudden suspicion began to form in his mind.

"Alva."

"Do these circular chasms lack gravity?"

Hmm?

Alva, whose gaze remained fixed on the heavens, turned in surprise. He marveled that Mu Fan had so quickly grasped the peculiar nature of these deep fissures.

"Indeed!"

Alva responded, first positioning himself behind the three straining warriors. He drove three great bone teeth securely into the ground with his axe before turning to Mu Fan with evident concern. He explained,

"This is a zone of zero gravity. Anything, be it a person or an object, that enters these areas is immediately propelled skyward... those Wind Collectors whose ropes snapped vanished in precisely this manner..."

"However, the meteorite gold can only be salvaged from those floating stones. The metal derived from celestial meteorites possesses hardness, yes, but it lacks the vital essence found in wasteland meteorite gold."

Vital essence?

As Mu Fan contemplated this concept, a shout erupted from ahead: "The line is moving, haul it back!"

With a resounding, powerful chorus, the robust rope began to be drawn back, inch by arduous inch.

Bloer, who had vanished amidst the floating debris, reappeared within Mu Fan's field of vision.

Mu Fan could discern the strained look in Bloer's eyes, which appeared bloodshot and bulging, his mouth set in a tight line.

His expression was reminiscent of someone struggling for breath.

A stone, easily exceeding a meter in length, hurtled towards him from an angle. Bloer, gripping the rope with both arms, utilized the pendulum motion to narrowly evade the colossal rock.

Following his evasion, Bloer descended rapidly, much like a hunting eagle plunging from the sky.

As he passed the threshold of the cliff's edge, Mu Fan distinctly noticed that the hem of his clothing, previously fluttering upwards, now fell limply.

It was as if gravity had instantly doubled its effect upon him.

Thud, thud, thud!

After stumbling more than ten paces, Bloer finally collapsed to his knees, gasping for air, his distended eyes slowly returning to their normal state.

Mu Fan observed his chest heaving dramatically, like a blacksmith's bellows, and noticed four or five thin scratch marks on Bloer's cheeks, from which blood was seeping.

"How are you, Bloer?"

Several warriors hurried to assist him, and as Bloer regained his composure, he offered a smile and a nod. He then produced a fist-sized black stone, bound to a hemp rope, from his leather satchel.

It was no larger than a clenched fist.

Yet, it elicited an immediate exclamation from the White Armor warriors: "By the stars! Bloer, you actually managed to retrieve such a substantial piece of meteorite gold!"

"Good heavens, it's larger than everything we've collected thus far combined!"

"Truly, the finest Wind Collector among us."

These towering warriors, standing nearly two meters tall, displayed not arrogance but a unified, profound respect towards him, despite Bloer's shorter stature.

Upon hearing his comrades' accolades, Bloer appeared somewhat bashful, offering only a shy smile.

At this juncture, Mu Fan approached and inquired softly, "Bloer, I observed your expression just now... was it because you couldn't breathe?"

"Yes... there is no air within the chasm."

Bloer, still feeling a touch shy in Mu Fan's presence, nonetheless provided his answer.

"The interior lacks air, and the sand and gravel fragments give rise to unique storms. Within the tight passages between certain floating stones, only children can traverse. Our size prevents passage through these gaps, and our ropes would be easily severed. Furthermore, the Wind Clan possesses a breath-holding capacity exceeding five times our own, making them the only ones capable of gathering meteorite gold."

"This region is a forbidden zone on the wasteland; even the Beast Tide shies away from it."

Observing Bloer’s struggle to explain, Alva, standing nearby, gently elaborated.

Mu Fan remained quiet, noting that from their entry above the deep chasm to their return, this young man from the Wind Clan had been intensely active for a full seven minutes! It was nearly inconceivable.

Even he couldn’t confidently claim to run at speed while holding his breath for two minutes!

During this perilous endeavor, they had to be prepared for any sudden threats. A single instance of being struck by flying debris due to a lack of evasion could instantly spell doom.

The White Armor Clan offered protection and sustenance to the Wind Clan.

In return, the Wind Clan procured precious meteorite gold for the White Armor Clan.

Whether facing the Beast Tide, external threats, or the Wind Clan racing against the Grim Reaper, both factions risked their lives for survival. Within this state of harmonious interdependence, they managed to exist on this desolate planet.

Though their existence was arduous, they persevered.

Witnessing this, Mu Fan finally grasped a clear understanding of the survival conditions faced by the races on this world.

"Let’s take a short rest, Bloer. Do you believe you can venture down again? Our collection for today is sufficient," Alva inquired.

Bloer, taking a sip from a wooden jug containing a peculiar beverage, contemplated before replying, "With the nourishment from this raspberry flower juice, I believe I… can go twice more."

"Don’t overexert yourself; what we have gathered today is enough!" Alva stated firmly once more.

However, a grin spread across Bloer’s face. Setting aside the wooden jug, he once again plunged into the weightless abyss.

Dispatching individuals into the heavens to engage in a deadly dance with Death itself, all to collect those exceedingly rare meteorite golds.

This, it turned out, was the essence of a… Wind Collector.