Thirty Thousand Feet Down · Thirtyfold Gravity

Thirtyfold gravity.

Gon braced himself against the ground, the muscles in his arms twitching violently. He could barely lift his head.

The air felt like solidified lead. Every breath took all the strength in his body, and the pressure made his chest feel tight. Even his blood seemed to have grown heavier, dragging downward. His legs felt as if they had been filled with lead. Forget standing up—even moving a finger was exhausting.

Killua knelt on one knee, cold sweat beading on his forehead. He tried to channel his Nen, but the lightning that normally answered his call instantly seemed to be pinned down by something. Only a tiny spark appeared at his fingertips before going out.

"Damn..." Killua gritted his teeth. "My Nen won't circulate at all. It's like it's frozen."

Leorio lay flat on the ground, panting heavily, his face flushed red. "H-How much do I weigh right now? Three hundred pounds? Five hundred? It feels like there's a cow sitting on me!"

Kurapika leaned against the rock wall, barely managing to stand. The chains at his side swayed weakly, completely unable to lift themselves. His face had also gone somewhat pale. Under thirtyfold gravity, even maintaining his Nen had become extremely difficult.

Genos's core reactor emitted an overloaded hum. His thrusters tried several times, but he could not even lift himself a centimeter off the ground. "Warning. Current gravity is thirty times that of the surface. Machine propulsion output is below ten percent. Flight is impossible."

"T-Thirty times..." Leorio's voice trembled. "Aren't we going to be crushed to death here?"

"Not bad."

A lazy voice rang out.

Saitama stood not far away with his hands in his pockets. He had even walked around a couple of steps, stamping on the ground with a puzzled look on his