Chapter 205

Qin Yun had once experienced skydiving—it was his only time, and it was over the Qaidam Desert.

Back then, he hadn't mastered precision skydiving, so he went through the whole thing mechanically, drifting with the wind, landing wherever it took him, purely going with the flow.

But now, he was different. A man changed in three days deserves a new look.

Qin's master-level precision skydiving skill allowed him to perfectly control opening the parachute, steering it, tucking his head, side-sliding, and braking. He perfectly timed wind currents, adjusted direction with flawless precision, and moved with effortless ease—this was his current state.

"Friends, precision skydiving is an extremely thrilling sport, but it's also one with an extremely high fatality rate. I checked the data—nearly forty people die worldwide each year from precision skydiving."

"This sport is divided into high-altitude and low-altitude skydiving. High-altitude is slightly safer than low-altitude, but because of turbulent upper-air currents, misjudging the opening timing can easily lead to accidents. Low-altitude skydiving is too fast—you must open the parachute almost the instant you exit the aircraft, leaving almost zero margin for error."

"My exit point is 3,000 meters above sea level, which counts as high-altitude skydiving, so I have ample time to maneuver in the air. Since my landing point is the ocean, I don't need to worry about terrain hazards—so long as I don't open the parachute too late, there's no life-threatening danger. But my goal is to land precisely on the beacon I dropped earlier—only then can I demonstrate Qin's immense skill."

"Damn, Old Man Qin is about to show off again—everyone, get out of the way."

"Hahaha, 6666."

"I've tried skydiving too—I couldn't control it at all. Too hard."

"By the way, is low-altitude skydiving even available in China?"

"Of course not—it's illegal here, and you can't find any organization that teaches it."

"So cool, Qin."

"That blinking signal is so tiny—how can you possibly land precisely on it?"

I don't believe it—if you can land precisely on the beacon, I'll send out a hundred carnivals.

Looking at these comments, Qin Yun laughed heartily: "Then get your gifts ready."

As he laughed, the drone rapidly descended and pulled back, revealing the vast, open sea-and-sky scenery to everyone's eyes.

Qin Yun's descent speed increased, and he drew closer to the sea surface.

But he didn't open the parachute yet. He stared straight at the beacon's position, subtly adjusting his limbs in midair. His master-level precision skydiving skill let him effortlessly sense and control the forces between air and his body, allowing him to shift position, glide sideways, accelerate, or roll with ease.

2000 meters… 1800 meters… 1500 meters… As he neared the sea, viewers in the livestream held their breath. Everyone waited for the moment he opened the parachute.

But damn it, Qin Yun still didn't open the parachute.

Watching his calm expression on screen, Su Huan felt herself nearly suffocating from tension.

She bit her lip, frantic inside: "Darling, open the parachute now! Isn't it enough just to land within the beacon's range?"

"Damn, Old Man Qin is going all out and still won't open the chute."

"2333, Old Man Qin, don't overdo it—I heard many people who do this just enjoy free-fall and miss the optimal opening time."

"Uh… could Old Man Qin have forgotten?"

"Qin, open the parachute now."

In rural Texas, USA, Emily gripped her phone, forgetting to drive—her expression was utterly tense.

Not just her—anyone who knew Qin Yun was now filled with anxiety.

Qin Yun estimated the distance. When only 600 meters remained above sea level, he immediately pulled the ripcord. Instantly, his entire body was yanked hard—the massive drag instantly slashed his free-fall speed.

Even so, the 600-meter altitude shrank rapidly.

Qin Yun held one hand on the parachute lines, the other on the tether device, controlling his position as he slowly neared the beacon.

As success seemed imminent, Qin Yun's voice came through the microphone to the livestream.

"Friends who've played PUBG should have skydiving experience—I'm sure everyone can easily and precisely land on a fixed point. The principle is the same, and both are manually controlled."

Hearing this, everyone fell utterly speechless.

"Damn, Qin, are you speaking human language?"

"Hahaha, I literally can land on any spot every time in PUBG."

"Oh, so I can skydive too—I just found out."

"Old Man Qin keeps dropping slick lines."

"666!"

"I owe my excellent skydiving skills to countless hours of practice in PUBG," Qin Yun continued. "By the way, my PUBG username is FishFlyingInTheSky—brothers in 4-man squads, add me. After this, I'll treat you all to chicken dinner."

Then he added: "Is anyone from Bluehole watching this livestream? Don't forget to pay me for that last segment."

As he joked, Qin Yun landed safely above the beacon, his feet precisely stepping on it, then plunged with a "plop" into the water. He approached at an angle, accounting for the large parachute canopy's drag, to avoid being fully engulfed by it.

He quickly shed the parachute pack, leaving only his head above water.

"Phew…"

The drone hovered overhead. Qin Yun stared straight into the camera, his expression turning serious: "Friends, from now on, I'm a plane crash survivor. I'm in the Indian Ocean—eight hundred kilometers in every direction, no islands. I must survive nine days in this environment—even for me, that's immense pressure."

"And in this environment, if you're uninjured, the first problem you face is dehydration."

Qin Yun's words stunned the livestream viewers for a moment—then many suddenly understood.

"Haha, it's all seawater, yet the first problem is dehydration—how ironic."

"Yeah, everyone knows seawater can't be drunk—it'll only kill you faster."

If it were me, just staying afloat on the ocean would already be a problem—how the hell doesn't Old Man Qin sink?

"Is Qin wearing a life jacket?"

"I'm not wearing a life jacket," Qin Yun said, peeling off his jeans. "Jeans are useless to me—I'll take them off for now, but I won't throw them away. I might need them later. Same with the parachute pack—I need to cut some lines and canopy fabric to bring back. I might use them later."

Qin Yun tied the jeans to his arms and swam toward the slowly sinking parachute.

"You're not me—if you ever actually find yourselves in this situation, never approach the parachute. Once it hits the water, get far away immediately. The lines can easily wrap around your body, and once caught, you'll be dragged under and drown."

Qin Yun neared the canopy, took a survival knife from his waist pouch, and began cutting.

His movements were swift. Before the parachute sank, he retrieved four three-meter-long parachute lines and three pieces of canopy fabric, each about two square meters. He tied them together with parachute lines and swam away.

"Dehydration is the first problem upon hitting the ocean, but luckily, before my crash, I had a can of Red Bull on me—it can temporarily supply enough energy and moisture. Of course, this Red Bull is just for taste—it's full of sugar and electrolytes, so energy-wise it's sufficient, but water-wise it's nowhere near enough. Drinking it will only make me thirstier."

Qin Yun twisted open the cap, drank a large gulp without hesitation: "Tastes good. An adult consumes 1500ml of fresh water daily—even if inactive, you need at least 500ml."

"Without enough water, I think even I wouldn't last more than a few days before sinking into the ocean and becoming fish food."

Qin Yun looked up at the sky—no clouds at all, the sun shining directly down on him. He pointed at the sun above and added, "Another problem is the sun. The Indian Ocean's temperature is around thirty degrees; under this blazing heat, heatstroke is possible. If you collapse from heatstroke, your body will end up sinking into the sea."

He made the drone fly to his face, then patted the sea surface: "But these are secondary issues for me. The most critical one for me is this."

"Seawater?"

"What's wrong with seawater? Besides not being drinkable, soaking in it should feel pretty comfortable."

"Seawater is salty."

"Of course I know seawater is salty. Duh."

"Even freshwater causes skin to wrinkle and turn white when soaked for long. What do you think happens if you stay in seawater for extended periods?"

Qin Yun nodded: "Some fans are right—I'm human. Short-term exposure isn't a problem, but prolonged soaking in seawater will definitely damage my skin. So I must build a floating shelter on the ocean to solve the many difficulties I'll face and maximize my chances of surviving out here."

As he spoke, the helicopter above began to depart, soon vanishing from sight.

He turned his gaze back, and the comment section was already filled with confusion.

"A floating shelter? You've got nothing—how are you going to build one?"

"Is there a nearby deserted island?"

"Could you use the parachute fabric?"

"Only the beacon block is usable—use the parachute fabric as a sunshade."

Qin Yun smiled: "A friend got it right—this beacon block is my stable floating platform. It's as big as my embrace; I can sit on it, lie on it, even curl up on it. That way, I won't have to worry about drowning from seawater exposure. As for the parachute fabric, first, it can shield me from the sun; second, if it rains, I can use it as a rain collector to gather drinking water."

"Also, there are no deserted islands nearby. I chose this spot precisely because it's 1,500 kilometers from the Maldives—to avoid any 'accidents.' I also picked this location considering temperature effects."

"It's March now. Here in the Indian Ocean, the day-night temperature difference is minimal—I don't need to worry about temperature swings affecting me. If I were stranded in the Northern Hemisphere right now, I'd truly be in trouble; I doubt I could last three days."

He shrugged, gripped the beacon block, and pulled hard—his whole body leapt out of the water and landed atop it.

Facing the camera, he stripped off his T-shirt, revealing his muscular physique instantly to the livestream.

"Damn, I'm drooling—Brother Qin, Chengdu welcomes you."

"Qin's physique is amazing."

"666, total stats monster—this body is insane."

At this moment, countless women fixed their eyes on him, unwilling to look away.

In reality, men and women are the same—both admire a beautiful physique.

Su Huan, watching from the helicopter, smirked, recalling the scene from two nights ago, and broke into a smile.

"Hmph—he's mine."

Qin Yun folded his T-shirt neatly and wiped his face.

"Alright, no more talking. In just this short time, I'm already feeling hot. I'll focus first on building the shelter—to solve sun protection and seawater immersion—and then tackle today's freshwater collection."

With that, Qin Yun got to work.