"We've got you, buddy!" Tony's tense voice came through the faceplate.
Captain America—Rogers—didn't hesitate for a second. He slammed the sharp edge of his vibranium shield into the solid ground, then wrapped the webline around his powerful arms. Leaning back with his feet braced hard against the floor, he poured every ounce of strength into this life-or-death tug-of-war.
"Hold on, kid!" he growled, his arm muscles bulging.
Doctor Strange moved his hands at high speed, pulling countless dazzling golden magic rings into being. Spells like the Seraphim Shield and Bolts of Balthakk alternated one after another—not to attack the breach directly, but to cleverly disrupt and weaken the energy structure along its edge, trying to inject instability and indirectly reduce that terrifying suction.
With multiple forces working together, the taut webline finally began to reel back in, little by little. At last, with a relieved gasp, Spider-Man—Peter Parker—was pulled completely away from the edge of that frantically spinning, ominous dark vortex. He stumbled and fell onto relatively safe ground, breathing hard, still shaken.
But rescuing Spider-Man didn't end the crisis. The dark breach hanging in midair was still spinning and expanding like a never-satisfied, greedy maw. It continued to radiate horrific suction, swallowing everything around it—rubble, dust, even light—without mercy. Its edges twisted and writhed, as if it might keep growing, and the oppressive energy hum only grew louder.
Watching the scene, Saitama's brows knit tightly. He turned to Doctor Strange, who was casting spells to stabilize the situation, and asked bluntly, "Doc, is there any way to temporarily close that breach? If it keeps sucking like this, we're screwed."
Doctor Strange maintained his hand seal and slowly shook his head, his expression grave. "The energy source that breach is connected to is abnormally strong and unfamiliar—far beyond an ordinary dimensional passage. With my current mana, I can't directly close it or seal it."
Then his tone shifted, a spark of insight flashing in his eyes. "But we might be able to try another method—redirect its energy. Like carving a spillway for a flood: if we guide most of that energy elsewhere, the breach itself will become unstable and shrink… or even collapse."
Everyone quickly gathered to plan. After a brief but efficient strategy session, a risky plan was set: Saitama—the strongest and most able to resist the suction—would act as bait and shield. He would attack and draw the breach's attention, making it concentrate most of its pull on him alone. Meanwhile, everyone else would assist Doctor Strange in rapidly setting up a large-scale magical transfer array on the ground, preparing to guide and contain the surging dark energy.
With the plan decided, Saitama didn't waste a second. He took a deep breath—not because he needed oxygen, but more like a pre-fight habit—then kicked off the ground. Like a cannonball fired from a barrel, he charged straight at the dark breach, fighting against that terrifying suction!
Once he got close enough, his fists became countless afterimages, unleashing a nonstop barrage into the breach's twisted edge. Every punch carried power enough to split mountains and shatter the earth, striking the rift between void and reality and triggering violent energy surges and ripples in space itself, booming like muffled thunder.
That brutal interference clearly enraged the breach—or whatever existed behind it. The spinning dark center suddenly stalled for an instant, then an even more frenzied suction—almost as if it had a will—locked onto Saitama. In a flash, the pressure he endured multiplied several times over.
(End of Chapter)
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