In front of them was an enormous industrial fan nearly three meters high.
The key point was its alloy blades were dual-layered, intersecting each other without any gaps to pass through.
"Heh."
John's lips twitched.
He truly regretted letting Kenichi Sora devise the plan.
"As you can see, the designer isn't an idiot."
[Oh, NO, the system's about to reboot, we'll be blown into dry meat strips, let's retrace our steps back to the maintenance room!]
"You obviously have other routes!"
John gritted his teeth in frustration, but his body didn't hesitate, sprinting back down the path they had come.
The roar of machinery came from all directions.
A bad premonition rose in John's heart, and sure enough, the blades that were stationary were now accelerating.
He only had a few seconds, and he would be covered in blood.
[Let me take over, quick!]
John stumbled but quickly recovered.
