Chapter 294 I'm never playing that again!

Chen Yu was the first to approach.

Underfoot were rusted metal pedals, each step emitting a faint creaking sound.

It was as if reminding every tower climber that this facility was about to be scrapped.

Chen Yu walked to the center position and looked up at the cantilever above the seat; the iron chain was intact, and the latch looked sturdy enough... probably?

He chose a seat and sat down.

"Zuo Shi, take a look."

Zuo Shi nodded, sat down on Chen Yu's left, closed her eyes, and activated her Talent.

Wang Mengmeng followed closely behind, still muttering about what would happen if she fell.

Yang Kexin sat behind Chen Yu.

"Click."

"Click."

The sound of several seatbelts fastening.

At this moment, less than a minute remained.

Zuo Shi then opened her eyes: "The seat material is ordinary steel, the welding technique is very old—at least a standard from over a decade ago—and the locking mechanism for the safety bar is also an old-fashioned mechanical latch."

She raised her eyes to meet Chen Yu's gaze: "...That's all. Sorry, I didn't detect anything else..."

"It's fine."

Chen Yu shook his head: "As expected, you did well enough."

Chen Yu turned into a praise-giver, but the connection with Zuo Shi still didn't appear.

However,

Chen Yu had a feeling it was imminent.

Now was not the time to consider increasing red luan; he took a large pile of Rule Seaweed Remains from his personal backpack.

"Brother Chen Yu, what is this?"

Wang Mengmeng asked curiously.

Chen Yu spoke calmly: "The resilience limit of rule seaweed far exceeds that of ordinary ropes. It won't have any trouble withstanding a few minutes of rotation and tension. In case something happens, with these few strands of seaweed, we won't be thrown out."

Wang Mengmeng nodded: "Oh, Brother Chen Yu, you're so smart!"

Chen Yu: "..."

Yang Kexin lowered her voice: "Brother Chen Yu, do you want me to quickly craft a simple grappling hook now?"

Chen Yu shook his head: "Not for now. Save your Talent; the Rule Seaweed Remains are enough."

Yang Kexin nodded then and began to take deep breaths.

Chen Yu wrapped a few strands of Rule Seaweed Remains together, looped them around his left wrist, passed them through the seat armrest, wound them around Zuo Shi's waist, and tied a very tight, secure knot.

He followed the same procedure to secure Yang Kexin and Wang Mengmeng.

In short, the seaweed around the three women's waists was all tied to Chen Yu's wrist.

"Wang Mengmeng, is your seatbelt fastened tight?"

"It's fastened tight!"

"Zuo Shi?"

"It's fastened tight."

"Kexin?"

"Mm, it's fastened tight."

After confirming everyone's status, Chen Yu sat back properly and waited quietly for the equipment to start.

Man proposes, God disposes...

On the rows of seats nearby, people from other teams also saw his method.

The strong man from the Worker team took a look, then turned around and nudged his teammate: "They used ropes to tie themselves to their seats. Do we have any rope?"

His teammate took out a long, thin hemp rope: "This is all we have. It's better than not tying anything at all..."

On the other side, Bai He and his group also noticed the actions on Chen Yu's side.

"Should we copy them? I feel like that would be safer."

"That's not ordinary rope; that's Rule Seaweed Remains. We only have one meter!"

"The resilience of that rope is ridiculous. You can't even trade for it on the market. How do they have so much?"

"Who knows? Just lucky, I guess, opened a lot of Treasure Chests!"

Further away, only a few rhyming lines could be heard:

"Flyers never get sick, muscles harder than rock."

"Bones thicker than steel pipes, fists never lose to anyone."

"Heartbeat steady as a drum, when you're tired, I'm still dancing."

"Thick-skinned and tough, not afraid of cuts; blades go soft when they see me."

Hearing these lyrics, Wang Mengmeng couldn't help but pout: "The rhymes are so low! Not even as good as mine!"

Yang Kexin swallowed, clutching the seatbelt buckle, but couldn't help turning her head to ask her:

"Mengmeng, then how would you rhyme it?"

Wang Mengmeng held it in for a good while, finally managing to squeeze out a line: "My Brother Chen Yu is the coolest, one punch can break a ghost!"

Yang Kexin laughed from the side, and her nervousness dissipated quite a bit.

Chen Yu shook his head, speaking helplessly: "Haven't you noticed? From the moment he entered until now, all the rhymes he's used are just stacking his own physical strength: muscles, bones, heartbeat, thick skin."

Yang Kexin was stunned: "Could it be?"

Chen Yu spoke calmly: "This isn't just random rhyming; it's his Talent forcing him to rhyme."

Zuo Shi also realized: "You're right. He's been stacking buffs on himself the whole time, essentially boosting his defense to the maximum in advance to handle any accidents that might occur on the swing."

Wang Mengmeng didn't quite understand: "Singing makes you stronger?"

Chen Yu smiled: "It's rhyming that makes you stronger. Of course, that's just my guess."

"Hum—"

A mechanical roar came from deep beneath their feet, and the main pillar of the entire swing set trembled.

Rust flakes fell in showers from the gaps in the cantilever connections, and immediately after, the seats began to rise inch by inch.

Each inch was accompanied by the harsh grinding sound of gears meshing...

"It's moving, it's moving!"

Wang Mengmeng gripped the safety bar tightly, her voice sharp and bright.

Others also exclaimed in shock.

The ground grew further and further away, and at the same time, the swing began to rotate.

The rotation speed pushed up gear by gear, the centrifugal force became increasingly absurd, and everyone became more and more scattered.

You have to realize, they were only twenty-some meters off the ground now; what would it be like when they reached one hundred meters?

Everyone was holding their breath, their features distorted by the swing's force.

"Ah—!!!"

"I chovy—!!!"

"Fuck!!!!"

"Ahhh! Holy shit! Damn it! aokfajof!"

One curse after another, mixed with unintelligible gibberish.

"Rip!"

"Rip!"

As the swing went higher and higher, the rotation speed became increasingly insane, and those climbing ropes, nylon ropes, and fabric strips twisted from old clothes snapped one after another!!!

But the Rule Seaweed Remains were still tough enough; Chen Yu remained not far from the women...

But at sixty meters—

"Ah!"

"Crack, crack, crack!"

Above Wang Mengmeng's head, that rusted iron chain actually snapped completely?!

"Brother Chen Yu!!!!"

She and her entire seat frame flew outward!!!

"Mengmeng!"

"Mengmeng!"

Zuo Shi and Yang Kexin hadn't expected it to be this terrifying and were both horrified!

Chen Yu braced his core, grabbed the seaweed, and pulled with all his might, holding her fast!

"Bang—bang—bang—"

Three more snapping sounds, and three passengers didn't even have time to let out a complete scream!

They traced an arc in the night sky and disappeared into the boundless darkness!

Wang Mengmeng was still flying, crying in mid-air, her tears flying with her!

She was clutching the seaweed for dear life!

"Brother Chen Yu! Save me!"

"Ahhhhhh—!"

"I'm never playing this again!!!!"