A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 224 The Second Fall
A strong wind blew in my face.

The lush forest, with its intense and mottled golden canopy, rushed past in the field of vision. The observation deck on the mountaintop gradually disappeared into the distance, and the gray fog grew thicker and thicker, rapidly narrowing the visibility.

“Mr. Quinn, aren’t you going to wear a safety harness?” Megan’s voice was so soft it could be blown away by the wind.

After repairs, the cage used by the academy to quickly descend into the abyss has undergone significant changes. In addition to thickening the runic metal around the cage and chains, the most noticeable change is the addition of a three-point safety rope to ensure that people inside the cage will not be thrown out in the event of another fall.

As soon as the launch was completed, Quinn quickly untied the safety rope, leaned against the door with a praying expression that seemed to say, "Please don't be so unlucky, please don't be so unlucky," as if he was ready to jump out if things went wrong.

"I can stand firm."

Quinn said briefly.

"Did I hear Teacher Ningning's voice?" Seven looked around in confusion.

Sweet but not seductive, with a touch of languidness, Ron's elegant voice, ranked number one on Seven's list of "Imaginary Versions of College Women's Moaning Sounds," was a voice he couldn't possibly be mistaken for.

"You misheard, it's a dog barking."

A parrot is protesting that he should wear a seatbelt.

Having already fallen once, it would be a lie to say she wasn't afraid. This time, it was Quinn's turn to reassure her:

"It's alright, we're almost there, everything's fine—Hey, Bull Demon King's Special Offer!!!"

At this very moment, we are at the mountaintop observation deck, 3,200 meters away from the flying iron cage.

Jacob was watching the depth gauge intently as the chain extended methodically.

A colleague joked, "Don't look at it, what problems could there be? The entrance to the Forbidden Forest has been stable for thousands of years, and there haven't been any Abyss superhumans causing trouble—the R&D department's quality is as solid as a rock. Uh?"

He saw Jacob's body suddenly tremble, as if he had been startled by a sudden face appearing around the corner of a haunted house.

Jacob didn't dare to breathe, his head bowed low, the monocular almost touching the depth gauge, staring intently at the readings.

"What's wrong?" The colleague tried to squeeze through to see.

After a while, Jacob looked up. The depth gauge was working perfectly. The divination team had just dived into the abyss and were at the edge of the surface.

Why are you making such a fuss?

"Strange." Jacob frowned. "The depth gauge seemed to jump, almost to the second level of the abyss. Am I seeing things?"

A tense voice came from behind: "Huh? The second level of the Abyss??"

Soon, Stephens, the vice-dean who had been watching Celia closely, also came forward. After hearing about the strange phenomenon Jacob mentioned, he closed his eyes and began to sense it.

Her wand is still connected to every first-year student; it was that invisible chain that held the six members of the Divination class at bay on the third level of the Abyss during the last Abyss Fall incident.

Otherwise, who knows where they might fall?

Because so many people entered the abyss this time, Stephens only bound the freshmen. Teachers, including Quinn, and sixth-year students were not enchanted and were able to handle any emergencies.

Stephens, sensing the positions of the three students in the divination class, spoke:

"It's nothing. It's probably just that the new machine hasn't been properly debugged. Just send a report to the R&D department."

"Celia, it's your turn to set off."

Let's rewind to about ten seconds ago.

When the familiar yet terrifying feeling of weightlessness and falling suddenly overwhelmed him, Quinn grabbed the edge of the cage.

Three months ago, he was just a Sequence Nine. The Thief and the Useless One had not mutated their bodies to an extraordinary degree, and were powerless against the strange power of the Abyss.

At this moment, he had reached a superhuman level. Without much thought, Quinn gave Lynn a look that said, "It's up to you now," whether the dim-witted little girl could understand or not. Carrying his suitcase and enduring the almost irresistible pressure of the fall, he used all his strength to prop himself up against the low iron cage door, and then leaped out—

At a height of about 20 meters above the ground, he would not be injured.

Quinn had almost no recollection of how he fell last time—he had passed out while still in mid-air.

He had a premonition that the fall of the six members of the divination class three months ago was probably not just a simple matter of the Abyss's extraordinary beings causing trouble.

They were most likely implicated by their own connection to the abyss.

Quinn jumped out of the iron cage to see whose fault it was—if the students of the Divination Class fell into the third layer of the Abyss again, with Lin, who could resist the Abyss's corruption, the academy's large-scale cleanup operation would be able to provide support faster than last time.

If only you are falling, and the iron cage is also ruined...
As the iron cage flew further and further away from his sight, and he continued to fall even after the required twenty meters had been completed, with the gray mist surging forth like a madman, Quinn came to his conclusion.

Great, it has nothing to do with Celia.

As he plummeted through the swirling gray fog, he lost consciousness with a sense of satisfaction.

The three students on the iron cage felt the cage, which had been flying extremely smoothly, suddenly shake violently, and then Mr. Quinn disappeared as if he had vanished into thin air.

"Eh (Southern Continent profanity) --"

Seven was shocked, even the usually calm Adolf was flustered, and Megan, needless to say, nervously grabbed the hem of the person next to her.

Lin remained obediently standing at the edge of the iron cage; among the crowd, only she clearly saw what had just happened.

She gazed in the direction Quinn had disappeared. The forest was empty, and soon her view was blocked by the dense canopy and gray mist. The iron cage was still flying.

"Senior Lin, where is Mr. Quinn?"

Megan asked with concern.

In Grindelwald, the person closest to this extremely socially anxious and autistic girl is Celia, followed by the gentle teacher Nene, and then Quinn, who can get along with anyone.

Lin's answer was strange: "123"

After counting to three, she shook her head; she could no longer keep up with Quinn's pace.

"Hands." Adolf looked at Megan, who was clutching his clothes tightly, with disgust. It was almost painful.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!!!"

Megan quickly withdrew her hand, not daring to look at the crippled classmate's dark face.

"Lin will protect you," Lin said calmly, and then added, "Don't be afraid."

"Where did Mr. Quinn go?" Seven was also worried.

The three students looked at the senior student who was the only one they could rely on at this moment.

Lin enjoyed being treated like an older sister, and a hint of happiness, barely perceptible, flickered in her eyes.

"He will come back."

"What if they don't come back?"

"Pizza, no kidding."

Lin said calmly, "If he doesn't come back, I'll go find him."

(End of this chapter)