Behind the huge concrete block, Debbie watched her son walk towards her step by step.
The ground he stepped on crumbled silently, smoke and dust rolled around his feet, like a walking god stepping through the mortal world.
His iron body, tempered by the sun's furnace and forged by the Vitrum bloodline, exudes a suffocating heaviness.
"Mom, let's go."
Mark's voice was low and steady.
He stretched out his hand. His palm was broad and rough, with a metallic luster flowing under his skin, like an alloy that had been forged billions of times.
Debbie placed her hand on her son's palm, which felt warm and solid, like holding a living rock.
The reassuring feeling of strength dispelled some of her fear.
"Where are you going?"
Mark raised his head, his golden-red pupils piercing through the thick smoke as he looked towards the city center, where was the headquarters of the Global Defense Agency, the most advanced technological force on earth.
And...someone who might know how to repair this ruin.
His eyes swept across the hideous, huge crack in the sky that looked like a scar on the world.
Cosmic radiation and setting sunlight shine through it, silently changing the earth's environment.
This area is no longer suitable for human habitation.
He put his arms around his mother's waist, his movements gentle but with irresistible force.
"hold me."
Debbie did as she was told and hugged her son's iron waist tightly.
The next moment, Mark bent his legs slightly!
boom!
The terrifying reaction force brought about by the instantaneous burst of pure physical strength was like the ground beneath his feet being hit by a 10,000-ton hydraulic press, collapsing into a deep pit with a diameter of several meters!
And Mark's figure was like a heavy arrow shot from an invisible giant bow, with a dull sonic boom that tore through the air, and instantly broke through the sound barrier!
A milky white cone-shaped sonic boom cloud exploded and spread behind him!
The terrifying wind pressure brought by the high-speed movement was like a real wall, hitting Debbie hard. If Mark had not used his body to block most of the impact for her, she would have been torn to pieces in an instant.
Even so, she still felt difficulty breathing and severe pain in her eardrums. She could only bury her face deeply in her son's broad mountain-like back, feeling the power surging under those iron muscles like a river of lava.
Mark's speed was beyond imagination.
The outline of the city rapidly enlarged and passed by under my feet.
He did not fly in a straight line, but like a precise ballistic missile, he shuttled and changed directions at high speed among the jungle of skyscrapers!
Every sprint caused a dull gas explosion, which made the glass of nearby high-rise buildings buzz and even shatter!
The chaotic scene of the city below flew backwards in Debbie's blurry vision.
Burning blocks, blocked traffic, panicked crowds, and... more Earth armed rebels wreaking havoc throughout the city.
Mark's eyes were like a cold scanner, accurately capturing the chaos below.
He saw the rebel forces that Nolan had bewitched, the rebels driving modified tanks to loot shops, and the desperate people crying in the ruins...
Rage surged like molten lava in his iron chest, but he suppressed the urge to dive down immediately.
The top priority now is to repair the atmosphere and prepare for Nolan's possible return at any time.
These small fry...will be dealt with later!
However, just as he was flying over a relatively intact commercial area at high speed, something strange happened!
In the crowd on the commercial street below, a rebel wearing a tattered windbreaker and with fanatical eyes suddenly opened his clothes, revealing that his whole body was tied with high explosives!
He laughed wildly and pressed the detonator button!
"For the New Order!!"
The crazy shouts were drowned out by the explosions.
boom!
A huge fireball rose up in the dense crowd!
The shock wave swept across the four directions mixed with deadly fragments. The screams stopped abruptly, replaced by a horrific scene of flying flesh and blood!
"No--!"
Debbie's screams were drowned out by the explosion.
Mark's figure suddenly stopped in the air!
The sonic boom cloud caused by the high-speed movement slowly dissipated behind him.
He looked down at the hellish scene below, at the little girl covered in blood, blown away by the blast at the edge of the explosion, and at her hands reaching helplessly towards the sky...
For the first time, the muscles on his iron face twitched violently.
anger!
Pure rage, like the burning core of a star!
"These beasts...are courting death!"
The cold voice fell from the sky like the sentence of death.
Mark moved! No longer concerned about the damage caused by speed!
The air was squeezed and torn apart violently!
The dive speed was so fast that it even left a vacuum trail behind it!
The rebel leader below seemed to sense the fatal crisis and looked back in horror.
What he saw was a fist covered with metallic luster that was rapidly enlarging in his field of vision, like the judgment of God!
Bang!!!!!!
The fist hit the rebel leader's head with incredible precision, like a watermelon being smashed by a hammer!
The head, along with the simple helmet covering it, exploded and disappeared in an instant like a fragile egg!
Red, white, a mixture of broken bones and metal, splattered radially backwards for dozens of meters!
The headless corpse flew backwards like a broken sack due to the huge impact force, knocked down a burning low wall, and was buried by rubble!
Mark's figure landed steadily in the rain of blood, and the ground beneath his feet shattered into a spider web shape.
He slowly retracted his fist, his skin stained with glaring blood and brain matter, which he casually shook off.
His eyes were cold as he swept over the scattered rebels who were completely frightened by the bloody scene. Those rebels dropped their weapons and fled screaming as if they had seen a ghost.
He did not pursue these minions.
His eyes turned to the little girl who was injured on the edge of the explosion.
He took a few steps across the burning ruins, like a moving mountain, and came to the little girl.
The little girl curled up in the corner, covered in blood and dust, one of her legs twisted unnaturally, and she was crying weakly.
Mark squatted down, his movements unexpectedly gentle.
He stretched out the huge palm that had just smashed a head, carefully avoided the little girl's injuries, and touched her twisted leg bone very lightly with his fingertips.
Super perception instantly determines the location and extent of the fracture.
"Don't be afraid."
His voice was low and had a strange soothing power.
The little girl's crying stopped instantly, and she looked blankly at the figure in front of her that looked like a steel giant, as if she really couldn't feel the pain.
Mark has no healing abilities.
But all he could do was tear off a relatively clean corner of the burning flag next to him and clumsily fix the little girl's twisted legs.
"Stay here and don't move. Someone will come to help you."
He stood up and spoke to the little girl in a voice that left no room for doubt.
At this time, the sharp sound of sirens and the roar of engines came from far away.
GDA's rapid response force and medical rescue team finally arrived in the area.
The armored vehicle stopped, and the fully armed soldiers nervously aimed at the figure in the ruins that exuded a terrifying and oppressive feeling.
Mark ignored the guns pointed at him.
He raised his head, looked at the crack in the sky, and then glanced at the little girl who was carefully carried onto a stretcher by the rescue team.
There was no expression on his steely face, but deep in his golden-red pupils, a complex emotion was surging.
Anger, sadness, and a heavier sense of responsibility.
He turned around and took a step forward. The ground beneath his feet cracked again, and his figure disappeared like a ghost behind the burning ruins, leaving behind only the mess on the ground and a group of frightened soldiers.
When Mark appeared in the command center unhindered with his mother Debbie, all the busy officers and technicians were instantly suffocated.
That body that exuded a sense of pure physical oppression, and the gaze in those golden-red pupils, as deep and heavy as the stars, all indicated a power and fatigue that was beyond human comprehension.
"Fix it."
Mark's voice was not loud, but it was like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart. He raised his hand and pointed at the hideous crack in the sky on the main screen.
"Whatever it takes."
The highest commander of the GDA, Director Cessel, who had gray hair and eyes as sharp as an eagle, took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, and said in a deep voice.
"Mark, we've been trying, but... repairing the atmosphere is far beyond the limits of our Earth technology..."
"The remaining technological information on the Vitrum fighter plane may be helpful... In short, this is not an easy task."
Mark nodded, indicating his willingness to help.
In the following days, he became GDA's most special and core consultant.
He is not a scientist, but his super brain, which is doubly strengthened by solar energy and Vitrum blood, possesses terrifying computing, memory and simulation capabilities.
By deducing key fragment information from Vitrum Space Technology, translating and deducing it with the most intuitive physical models and mathematical language, we guide the world's top team of scientists to tackle the problem day and night.
At the same time, he did not confine himself to the laboratory.
He walked on the devastated land.
He stood on the edge of the crater hundreds of meters deep that was created by his father's punch.
The cooling lava at the bottom of the pit looked like solidified blood, reflecting the cracked sky.
This was once a bustling industrial area, but now it is a dead grave.
He closed his eyes, and with his super perception he seemed to be able to hear the silent wails of countless lives lingering deep in the earth as they were annihilated in an instant.
The destruction caused by the pure, crushing power was more intuitive and shocking than any energy explosion.
Change out of combat uniform and wash off the blood.
He walked into the crowded makeshift hospital.
The pungent smell of disinfectant cannot cover up the blood and despair.
Soldiers with broken limbs, burned children, elderly people who lost their loved ones...
The painful groans and suppressed cries cut his nerves like blunt knives.
He saw a little girl, the same one he had rescued in the commercial district, with a plaster cast on her leg and her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.
Her parents were reduced to ashes in the rebel suicide bombing.
Mark squatted beside the bed, his huge body looking out of place in the narrow space.
He extended his finger and very lightly touched the edge of the little girl's plaster.
There were no words, but the heavy, mountain-like solid presence brought a strange comfort.
The little girl's empty eyes seemed to focus for a moment, and a tear silently slid down.
Walking out of the hospital and standing on the edge of the reconstruction site.
Huge construction machinery roared on the ruins like steel ants.
People from all over the world, with different skin colors and languages, gathered together spontaneously.
Soldiers, engineers, doctors, teachers, and even ordinary citizens cleared the rubble, built temporary shelters, and repaired infrastructure.
Sweat mixed with dust, but the tired faces showed an unprecedented tenacity and unity.
The grief of losing homes turned into strength to rebuild them.
The fear of unknown cosmic threats turned into a determination to unite against a common enemy.
Mark watched all this in silence.
The ruins of war made him see the horrific consequences of uncontrolled power, while the brilliance of humanity that grew tenaciously above the ruins made him understand the mission that this power carried.
Pure power can tear the earth apart, hold up the sky, crush life, and protect hope.