Seven days later, the Red Line had changed completely.
The enormous rift, still jagged and liable to collapse further seven days ago, had now been forcibly widened into a complete strait.
Sheer red cliffs stretched straight along both sides. Buggy had already dismantled the dangerous rock formations into neat blocks, which Ze Yi and Issho then repositioned and reinforced.
The enormous roots Aramaki had left behind sank deep into the mountains, intertwining with reinforced rock strata and artificial supports to weave an invisible underground load-bearing network.
The magma Sakazuki had poured in had long since cooled, forming a solid new bedrock.
Kuzan had controlled the temperature differences, cooling it layer by layer to prevent secondary fractures from thermal expansion and contraction.
Crocodile had dealt with the sediment and waterlogged soft strata, while Vegapunk had unceremoniously commandeered Doflamingo's strings to hoist enormous structural components.
The fish-man engineering crews had dived deep into the seabed and finished installing the first batch of equipment for monitoring currents, pressure, and subsidence.
Overhead, Sky Island transport ships shuttled back and forth. Far offshore, the Pluton hovered quietly, like a floating lookout tower.
In seven days, this group of people who excelled at destroying things had forcibly learned how to repair the world.
"Tidal Gate No. 1 is operating normally."
"Water pressure in Buffer Zone No. 2 is normal."
Vegapunk stared at a screen full of data, while the assistants behind him barely dared to breathe.
"Load-bearing strata?"
"Stable!"
"Ocean currents?"
"Both sides are within the predicted ranges!"
Vegapunk said nothing. He checked all the data again from the beginning. Once, twice. By the third pass, Garp finally lost patience.
"Does it work or not? Just give us a straight answer."
Vegapunk raised his head, still looking a little dazed, as though he could hardly believe