Levi pushed open the apartment door and casually shut it behind him.
The room was quiet.
He walked to the center of the living room and sat cross-legged on the floor. It was a bit cold, but he didn't care. What he needed to do now was far more important—process what he had obtained from the Kryptonian ship.
The ship's core database was now entirely inside his mind.
The sheer volume of information was overwhelming.
It was like someone had stuffed an entire library into his head. If he didn't organize it properly, every time he needed a piece of data, he'd have to sift through everything. That was far too inefficient.
Levi closed his eyes.
His consciousness sank into the mental space he had constructed using the Law of Mind.
Originally, this space had been no larger than a fist. Now, swollen by Kryptonian data, it had expanded to the size of a basketball court. Countless points of light floated in the dark void—each representing a piece of information. Dense. Overwhelming.
He began sorting.
Material sciences to the left.
Energy technologies to the right.
Bioengineering off to a corner—low priority for now.
What he focused on were records related to cosmic power hierarchies.
The insights left behind by the seven Kryptonian beings who had reached the conceptual level were extracted and placed at the very center of his mental space.
Those were the real treasures.
Three hours later, he was done.
Levi opened his eyes and rolled his neck. His joints cracked softly.
Kryptonians understood the universe deeply—but they had limits.
They followed a technological path, using devices and formulas to analyze reality. They had gone far—but stalled at the conceptual level.
Because that level didn't rely on logic.
It required will.
No instrument could measure willpower.
It couldn't be quantified. Couldn't be expressed as data.
So they stopped there.
Levi stood and walked to the window.
The nightscape of Metropolis stretched below—countless lights, streams of traffic.
But he wasn't looking at it.
He was thinking about something else.
A record he had found in the Kryptonian database.
A very interesting one.
Thousands of years ago, Krypton had sent exploration teams to survey the planets of the solar system. Earth, due to its primitive life, was marked as a potential development target.
But in the deep ocean, the team detected anomalous energy fluctuations.
Not native to Earth.
Further investigation revealed an ancient civilization beneath the sea.
Atlantis.
This civilization wielded a unique form of energy—completely different from Kryptonian technology. More importantly, within their ruins, the Kryptonians detected a weapon.
Its energy signature reached the peak of the rule-level—with traces approaching the conceptual level.
The archive named it:
The Abyssal Trident.
But the expedition withdrew.
The Atlanteans showed strong hostility. There were also powerful guardians protecting the ruins. After evaluation, Krypton deemed the risk not worth the reward.
Levi, however, was interested.
Not because of its strength—he wasn't lacking in offensive methods.
What interested him was why it could approach the conceptual level.
If he could understand that, it might help him break through.
Besides—
He needed a weapon.
So far, he had relied on domains and abilities. Effective—but costly. A proper weapon could serve as a more efficient conduit.
Decision made.
He would go to the deep sea.
---
Levi stepped onto the balcony, vaulted over the railing, and jumped.
Thirty stories up.
Wind roared past his ears. The ground rushed closer. Pedestrians below looked up—screams erupted.
But before anyone could react—
He stopped midair, three meters above the ground.
Floating.
Without acknowledging the stunned crowd, his body transformed into a streak of golden light and shot into the night sky.
---
At 20,000 meters, Levi stopped.
He closed his eyes and expanded his senses.
Super hearing—fully activated.
All the sounds of Earth flooded his mind.
Engines. Voices. Wind. Waves crashing against rocks.
He filtered them out.
Focused on the oceans.
Pacific. Atlantic. Indian.
He scanned them one by one.
Currents. Fish. Underwater volcanoes.
Then—
He found it.
At around 4,000 meters beneath the Atlantic.
Something was off.
The water flow didn't match natural ocean currents. It was constrained—like held in place by a force field. From the seabed came faint, rhythmic vibrations.
The resonance of large structures.
Levi opened his eyes.
Locked on.
And dove.
---
He entered the ocean without a splash. A thin spatial membrane formed around him, isolating seawater.
No resistance. No detection.
He descended rapidly.
300 meters.
1,000 meters.
2,000 meters.
Light faded. Pressure increased.
None of it affected him.
At 3,000 meters, he slowed.
Signs of artificial structures appeared.
Ordered stone blocks.
Seaweed-covered pillars.
Half-buried statues.
Ancient architecture—solemn, mythic.
The carvings depicted human–fish hybrids.
He didn't stop.
3,500 meters.
A school of glowing fish passed him—unaware.
Then—a massive predatory fish. Twenty meters long, rows of serrated teeth.
It turned.
Charged at him.
So the membrane blocked most detection—but not everything.
The creature lunged.
Levi raised a finger and tapped its forehead.
It froze.
Then began moving backward—faster and faster—until it vanished into darkness.
A simple application of the Law of Time.
He rewound its personal timeline by thirty seconds.
Problem solved.
---
4,000 meters.
The view opened.
A vast city appeared on the seafloor.
Levi stopped at its edge.
The scale was enormous—stretching for dozens of kilometers. Domes, spires, bridges.
The material wasn't stone—but translucent crystal glowing faint blue.
At the center stood a grand golden palace, crowned with a radiant sphere—like an artificial sun illuminating the ocean floor.
Atlanteans moved through the streets.
Humanoid—but with blue or green skin. Hair flowing like seaweed.
Some rode giant seahorses. Others piloted mechanical fish.
Levi scanned the city.
Population: ~300,000.
Most were weak—but about twenty individuals radiated significant power. The strongest three were in the central palace.
He ignored them.
His target wasn't here.
Comparing the Kryptonian coordinates—
Off by 50 kilometers.
The real ruins lay deeper.
---
He descended again.
4,500 meters.
5,000 meters.
5,500 meters.
6,000 meters.
The terrain changed drastically.
A massive trench opened ahead—over a kilometer wide. Pitch black.
Even his Kryptonian vision couldn't reach the bottom.
Levi paused.
Frowned.
Something about it felt wrong.
Decayed. Silent. Unnatural.
He hesitated for two seconds—
Then entered.
---
500 meters down, all light vanished.
His eyes glowed faint gold.
The trench walls were covered in murals.
Violent murals.
War.
Atlanteans battling deep-sea creatures—humanoid bodies with octopus heads.
Corpses piled high.
In the final mural—
A towering figure stood atop a mountain of bodies.
Holding a black trident.
Black flames burned at its tips.
Everything around him—reduced to skeletons.
Levi confirmed it.
That was the Abyssal Trident.
Not just a weapon of destruction—but one that devoured life itself.
---
7,000 meters.
The bottom.
Ruins.
A massive temple—collapsed, ancient, brutal in design.
Levi stepped inside.
At the center—a circular depression. Ten meters wide, three meters deep. Covered in worn runes.
Ancient energy lingered.
Thousands of years old.
A fusion of magic and technology.
Interesting.
He closed his eyes.
Expanded his perception.
There.
200 meters beneath the seabed—
A sealed space.
Advanced spatial folding. Hidden dimension.
Layered with mental interference—fear inducement, disorientation.
Effective against most.
Useless against him.
To Levi, it was paper-thin.
He raised his hand.
Space twisted.
Ripples spread across the seabed—forming a vortex. At its center, a crack opened, revealing a dark passage below.
Just as it was about to fully open—
He stopped.
Someone was watching.
Not nearby.
Far away.
Hidden behind a detection spell—but not hidden enough.
Levi didn't turn.
He spoke calmly:
"Seen enough?"
His voice traveled as a mental wave—crossing dozens of kilometers instantly.
A few seconds later—
The presence vanished.
Levi smiled faintly.
So Atlantis had been watching this place all along.
Which meant—
They had just witnessed everything.
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