Fixing the Earth

Even drilling a hole required strategy and method.

Zhan Liu rose straight into the stratosphere. Once he had identified the direction, he immediately accelerated to his maximum speed and flew toward the target location.

As for whether this would cause trouble for the U.S. Military, what the hell did it matter to him?

In any case, American planes could not catch him. By the time they mobilized satellites to look over, he had already vanished.

He flew all the way to the western North Pacific, east of the Mariana Islands near Guam. The deepest trench on Earth—the Mariana Trench—was right there.

Most of the water here was over 8,000 meters deep. Its deepest point was Challenger Deep, at 11,034 meters, making it the lowest point on Earth.

Drilling a hole was delicate work. Starting from here would save him nearly ten kilometers of excavation, perhaps even more. Why not do it?

He was not at all worried about choosing the wrong location and missing the baby, because that baby was simply too enormous to overlook.

That it had not been discovered until now could only mean that the baby was exceptionally well-behaved. It did not even roll over in its sleep.

With a body that size, the slightest movement would cause a super-earthquake. The resulting tsunamis, volcanic eruptions, and other disasters would be unavoidable.

After determining the approximate location, he plunged straight down from the stratosphere. He bored a gigantic hole through the sea's surface and headed directly toward the depths of the trench.

Fortunately, this place was remote, with no ships nearby. The huge hole lasted only a few seconds before the surrounding seawater came roaring in and filled it.

Zhan Liu had now reached the Twenty-Five Heavens of Magnetic Field Rotation. Neither water pressure nor a lack of oxygen could pose any threat to him.

Flying at supersonic speed underwater created far more resistance than flying through air, but that was not much of a problem for Zhan Liu.

He dove rapidly downward. Everywhere he passed, the fish were blasted into meat paste, forming a pale-red corridor of death behind him.

Some keen-nosed marine predators smelled the blood from far away and followed the corridor downward one after another.

At first, some creatures could follow the scent of blood as Zhan Liu descended. But after he reached a certain depth, no predators continued downward.

The water layer from 1,000 to 4,000 meters was called the mesopelagic zone. No sunlight could be detected here; it was pitch-black, a world of darkness. Below 4,000 meters was the deep-sea zone, where it was even darker.

This depth was already almost a forbidden zone for life.

A few creatures still occasionally existed here. Most had luminous organs to help them find food and move through the darkness, while their eyes had instead degenerated.

But with no sunlight, extreme cold, and tremendous water pressure, even plants found it difficult to survive here. This led to a scarcity of food and the destruction of the ecological chain. As a result, creatures no longer existed in groups. Instead, sparse individuals wandered aimlessly in all directions.

Below 6,000 meters, even these sparse creatures disappeared. It was quiet and dead, with no living things, no sounds, and not even the slightest disturbance. It felt as though one had entered the land of the dead. Anyone with a fragile psyche would probably be swallowed by the gloom and driven insane in an instant.

Zhan Liu's will was unyielding, and he was completely unaffected.

Although he could no longer see or hear, it did not matter. As long as he could sense gravity, that was enough. It did not hinder his descent.

In less than a minute, he BOOMED headfirst into a huge boulder, smashing a gigantic pit into the ground with his skull.

He had reached the bottom.

Zhan Liu braced both hands against the ground on either side and pulled his head out from beneath the surface like uprooting a radish. He shook it, circulated his energy to blast away the dirt, and then began his excavation.

He certainly was not going to dig bit by bit with his hands curled into claws. At that rate, who knew when he would finish?

This place was ten kilometers beneath the sea. No matter how much he disturbed things, he did not have to worry about causing a tsunami or anything similar. Any slight disturbance would be completely dissipated in the deep-sea zone.

Zhan Liu summoned the power of the Twenty-Five Heavens of Magnetic Field Rotation and stomped heavily on the ground beneath his feet.

The ground suddenly caved downward. The hemispherical pit he had just smashed into existence grew larger, while Zhan Liu's figure vanished beneath the seabed. In the place where he had been, a pitch-black hole appeared.

At the same time, a thunderous roar suddenly erupted from the silent seabed. Carried through the seawater, it traveled far away, reaching a distance of fifty kilometers.

Moreover, these thunderous roars came one after another, continuing without pause.

Zhan Liu did not need to move. He simply stayed in the hole he occupied and continued stomping downward with all his strength. With every stomp, he sank several meters.

Although he tried his best to direct his power downward, some of his force inevitably leaked out, exerting a certain influence on the environment around him.

As a result, the enormous pit where he stood grew larger and larger.

A great deal of seawater was rapidly vaporized by the heavy impacts and turned into steam, or quickly ionized and decomposed into hydrogen and oxygen. Huge quantities of bubbles surged outward from the deep hole where he stood.

This rapid process of exerting force generated enormous amounts of heat. Once there was a temperature difference, heat transfer and fluid movement naturally followed.

This had originally been the deep sea, where the seawater flowed extremely slowly. But as Zhan Liu continued digging, his leaking force stirred the currents in the surrounding waters. Those currents spread outward and set even more water in motion.

Zhan Liu, this uneducated fool, had made digging his hole far too simple in his mind.

He had thought that he only needed to keep punching downward. With his current strength, he was not powerful enough to shatter the Earth.

What could possibly happen?

But every time he punched a hole downward, it was equivalent to striking the ground with all his strength once.

The earth could withstand his attacks, but it transferred the energy into the seawater. If he attacked only a few times, the ocean could easily absorb it without any problem.

But he attacked continuously, pounding away for dozens of hours. No one knew how many heavy strikes he had delivered. That energy would not vanish into thin air; it would accumulate.

The final result was that all this energy was absorbed by the seawater around him, then spread outward from him as its center.

If that had been all, it would not have caused any major problems. This was the depths of the ocean, and by the time the energy traveled from the seabed to the surface, it would certainly have weakened beyond recognition.

But the problem was that this was the Marvel universe. There were cities in this ocean—and unfortunately, one was not far from here.