Recognizing the Pattern · Resolving to Dive Deeper Proactively

Sixty-five times gravity.

This time, even Killua couldn't get up immediately.

Everyone lay sprawled on the ground, feeling their bones creak. Nearly all their blood had sunk to their lower bodies, and their vision kept going dark. Gon tried moving his fingers. They felt as heavy as lead blocks, and it took him ages to barely clench them into fists.

"Sixty... sixty-five times..." Leorio's voice trembled. "If it drops again, will it be a hundred times?"

Kurapika panted, and Gang was about to speak when he heard Saitama moving his joints beside them.

Crack, crack.

The bald man stood where he was, twisted his neck, and hopped twice. The ground was left with two shallow footprints.

"Hmm..." Saitama rubbed his chin. "I'm starting to feel it here. It's pretty heavy."

Everyone: "..."

Sixty-five times gravity, and he only felt "a little something."

Saitama looked up at the pitch-black ceiling, then down at the ground beneath his feet. Suddenly, he said, "I'll see if I can jump out."

"Huh?" Gon froze.

Before anyone could react, Saitama bent his knees slightly.

Then—

Whoosh!

A blur shot straight upward, and the resulting shockwave distorted everyone's faces.

They only heard a continuous series of booming sounds as Saitama's figure vanished into the darkness. His speed was absurd, completely ignoring the sixty-fivefold gravity.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"H-he jumped up?" Leorio stared in disbelief. "This is sixty-five thousand meters deep! He just jumped all the way up?"

Killua also stood there with his mouth hanging open for a long time.

He knew Saitama was strong, but he hadn't expected him to be this strong.

Jumping straight up sixty-five thousand meters from a standstill under sixty-five times gravity? That wasn't something a human could do anymore, was it?

Everyone waited for about five minutes.

Just as they