Sea King, Sea King!

Noah, fifth level, third floor of the Star-Pressure Palace.

Six projection lamps hanging from different points on the ceiling turned the space within the red-lined area completely purple.

"Six hundred seventy-two, six hundred seventy-three, six hundred seventy-four."

Imu was bare-chested, his waist-length black hair plastered to his sweat-soaked skin. Expressionless, he rose and fell against the floor while silently counting his push-ups.

Even under fifteen times gravity, not a single one of his movements was half-hearted.

Even as every muscle and bone in his body trembled as though crying out in agony.

Even as every inch of his body was wracked by intense pain.

His gaze remained as steadfast and cold as an iceberg.

On the contrary, he was quite pleased inside.

Because he could clearly feel the potential within his body being squeezed out bit by bit under the effects of gravity.

No wonder Garp, Bullet, and the others had recently been spending all their time in the Army Headquarters' Gravity Training Hall. The sensation of growing stronger without pause was truly addictive.

However, he had heard that, in order to ensure their bodies and minds received sufficient rest, several Physical Arts experts had discussed the matter and decided to train one day and rest the next. At the same time, they had strongly urged the World Government to quickly establish Gravity Training Halls at Marine Headquarters and Air Force Headquarters as well.

In fact, the Academy of Sciences had already begun mass-producing equipment with different gravity limits without needing them to say anything.

The World Government required all four branches—the Holy Army, Army, Navy, and Air Force—as well as CIPHER POL Headquarters to fully transition from traditional, time-consuming, space-consuming physical training to more efficient gravity training.

This left Issho in a rather miserable position, forced to let Academy