This Game is too Realistic - Chapter 608.2: Get Up.

His mind sharpened to crystal clarity. Everything around him mapped itself in his head.

Below the deck, there were gun batteries.

20mm and 37mm guns were too thin. But the 155mm cannon… that might hold.

The massive barrel loomed right in front of him. Night Ten unlatched his harness to max length, bit down, and jumped.

If what he did worked, Newton would probably rise from his coffin and cuss him out.

All he could do was trust the his exoskeleton.

“AAAAH!”

He landed straddling the barrel, arms and legs wrapping it, locking his joints and motors.

A tearing force slammed his waist, and the air was crushed from his lungs.

Even with 9/10 of the force absorbed, near a ton of weight and falling energy smashed into him.

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