At a depth of 80,000 meters, gravity was eighty times normal.
It took them three full days to descend from 65,000 meters to 80,000.
The farther down they went, the more terrifying the gravity became.
At seventy times gravity, they could still manage a slow jog.
At seventy-five times, every step took gritted teeth.
Then they reached the platform at 80,000 meters, and eighty times gravity bore down on them.
Everyone but Saitama dropped to one knee, their knees slamming into the rock.
The air felt as heavy as lead.
With every breath, it felt as though a giant hand had seized their lungs.
Blood rushed to their legs, their vision darkened in waves, and even lifting their heads to look ahead took all their strength.
"Eighty times..."
Gon gritted his teeth, veins bulging at his temples, and slowly pushed himself to his feet.
His legs shook, his muscles screamed, and his bones creaked.
But he stood.
Killua braced himself against the rock wall, panting hard. Lightning flickered at his fingertips, then went out under the crushing gravity.
Kurapika's Chain dragged across the ground. He couldn't lift it at all.
Leorio simply sat on the ground, gasping for air, without even the strength to speak.
Genos's Core Furnace hummed with overload. He tried his thrusters three times and couldn't rise a single centimeter.
Only Saitama remained standing where he was, looking around.
He even rose onto his toes to get a feel for the gravity.
"Oh, this one's actually a little heavy."
"More interesting than before."
Everyone: "..."
To him, eighty times gravity was merely "a little interesting."
It took them two full hours to barely adjust to eighty times gravity.
At first they could hardly stand. Then they could walk slowly, and finally they could move their arms and