I'm the King Of Technology



This... This...

"Impossible! How can hot air balloons go so fast?"

"No! Even if it's not a hot air balloon, I have never seen anything fly so fast before."

"Someone, pinch me, to make sure I'm not-- Ah! I said pinch not slap!" 

"Hahahahahaha~... It's turning in the air! It's doing a little dance in the air for us! Wow! There are over 10 of them flying around." 

"Amazing! Now, all that's left is for my little brat of a daughter to get married and I can finally die in peace knowing I have seen the true height and potential of the human brain." 

(^◇^)

The display shown was just too great, causing many to shake like fallen leaves on a windy day. 

Understand that today, humanity was taking yet another giant step forward! 

Today will be undoubtedly recorded as the day humans flew in metal boxes!

Sure, only cargo would fly now, but the ones piloting the aircrafts, weren't they human too? 

The world will never be the same after today's display! 

Looking at their bodies, everyone noticed a thick layer of goosebumps on their skin. 

Can you feel it? Can you feel the wheels of success turning in motion? 

As they continued watching the display, an entertaining host was quick to tell them public facts about these cargo planes, so it was only then that they realized the planes were made of metal! 

"What??!"

The masses exclaimed unanimously, opening and closing their mouths with no other words echoing.

Metal? Metal? 

Like the cars zooming about on the roads? 

BOOM! 

Many had their brains blown to pieces with the little information shared. 

[Error. ERROR! Does not compute.

Error. Error. Error... DOES not compute!]

You, how, when, this, who... eh? 

( ▪□▪)

Blink. Blink. 

They began blinking excessively, as many honestly found their brains empty, with no thoughts treating them. 

Good God!

Baymard has broken them.

Many held onto themselves and their seats for support, feeling 40 years older than they were. 

Sigh... 

At this rate, what else can Baymard not do?

What's next? A trip to the moon?

Well, many shook their heads wryly, pushing out such a thought as it can never happen in their heads.

'...' [Landon who plans to build Satellites next year.]

It looks like they will soon have collective heart attacks when he does. But that was something only the further could tell. 

For now, everyone had officially stamped Landon's name in their hearts as the World's greatest Genius born in Hertfilia. 

No way. 

Who asked him to release blockbuster technologies time and time again?

Everyone else's discoveries, although great, fall too short in comparison to what his majesty Landon could do.

Many have already begun making plans of how to protect his brain when he dies. 

And you know what? His Majesty Landon is also part of this group of protectors. 

Who wants their bodies picked on by enemies and lunatics? 

.

It wasn't very long ago that his Majesty Landon had a peculiar assassination attempt by a new but small hidden organization in Pyno, that emerged intending to harvest his intelligence. 

They posted a bounty on his brain, not his body, wanting it dead or alive. 

They were very willing to pay 3 times more if his brain was brought back alive (meaning they wanted to capture him alive.) 

Landon couldn't help feeling the creeps, imagining his brain being picked on and used for rituals that might implicate innocent people too.

It was crazy, as they believed diluting his brain with some weird potion and drinking it will give them part of his knowledge, IQ and brain capabilities to think of new technologies time and time again.

Say no more. 

Landon had to protect his future dead body, no matter the cost. 

This matter reminded him of a similar situation back on Earth where someone stole Einstein's brain for research after his death.

The brain was stolen during the autopsy period, not even a few days after his death.

The thief stole the brains and researched it for so long only to find out there was nothing special about it.

Landon dared not wish that upon himself, knowing this era was a hundred times worse than Einstein's era.

They might use his brain for all sorts of voodoo rituals and even for evil cults centering around his brain.

Heaven forbid he did not protect his future dead body when he was still alive now.

----

"We must treasure this onset in our hearts." 

Plop!~

Some fell to the ground, knowing they were witnessing history in motion.

Many from the Weather, Hert and Atmospheric Academy also appeared with streaming tears and smiles on their faces.

Because right at this very moment, there were many of their people in the Control Towers communicating with the pilots every step of the way. 

All in all, everyone was thrilled by the show. But soon, their expressions turned to worry. 

"Hold on! Everyone, wait! It's getting closer!" 

"Ahhh! It's about to descend too fast. Is that safe?... How is it going to land?"

"Good God! It won't come running into us here right?" 

(O0O)

Without knowing it, many had taken several steps back in fear. 

Even though the runway descent slope was very far from them, they felt that with the plane's flying speed, even if it crashes it will glide on the floors and eventually smash them here. 

Of course, this wasn't true. 

Even in times of a crash, the plane won't be able to glide all the way to the airport building if it descends to the right spot.

The airport was designed as such. 

Ahhh! 

How is it going to land?

Panic, awe, turmoil and amazement were emotions all felt by the masses, as the question resounded in their brains heavily. 

But it didn't take too long before giant pairs of wheels emerged from the plane's bottom and everyone held their breath, watching the live feedback on the many Airport display screens scattered around.

Yes. 

The display screens that were supposed to show flight changes and schedules now showed the feed from cameras stationed outside. 

Hearts beating, people forgetting to breathe, and silent terminals. 

No one said a thing, as they thinned their lips in prayer. 

Hold on... hold on... 

'You can do it... you can do it...' 

Screech! Screech!~ 

The tires made a sound that caused temporal panic to flood their brains until it eventually began rolling on the open path at a steady and relaxed pace.

1, 2, 3... 

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!"

The entire Baymard jumped in jubilation. 

They did it. 

They successfully landed.