Chapter 222: "Allow every Species Player to have a gaming experience."

"Bang."

Kerr Cowell landed on the ground as if he were a gentleman from the Middle Ages - he wasn't injured at all, his legs didn't even bend, and his expression didn't change in the slightest.

Below him, the Self-controlled Rotating Turret of Steel Sword was withdrawn back into his spatial ring the moment it finished firing.

"Uh..."

Scar Dog stared blankly at Mr. Jacob falling from the sky and muttered after a while, "Mr. Jacob, this isn't how we agreed to get past the first level."

"It's faster this way."

Kerr Cowell shook his head and said casually, "The other ways are too troublesome."

"Alright...I just never saw a gun turret being used as a means of transportation before."

"As long as your defense is strong enough, you can use a nuclear bomb for transportation too."

"True enough, if there's something as illogical as sword flight, using a nuclear bomb to fly should make sense too."