Antarctic Geocenter Plaza.
The lines etched into the ground glowed faintly, piercing downward as they continuously circulated and adjusted the Earth's energy circuits. Every point radiated the power of a small nuclear bomb.
It was unusually stable now, like water coursing across the surface, glowing torrents flowing through the network.
Bardi's eyes narrowed as he groaned. His body swayed, as if struck by a heavy blow. A flash of pain crossed his face, the weight on him immense. Veins bulged at his temples, his teeth clenched tightly. Even the scars on his cheeks twisted with tension, contorting his expression.
In an instant, all seventeen geocentric bearing columns pierced into the Earth's core, linking directly to its magnetic field, gravitational force, and planetary gravity.
This was equivalent to the Earth's magnetic field pressing directly onto Bardi's soul, its immense gravitational pull bearing down on him from a spiritual level.
His head felt swollen, like it might burst. The veins on his forehead, temples, and cheeks spread wildly, distorting his face. His body trembled uncontrollably.
Beads of sweat poured from every pore, merging into rivers and soaking his white jade-like skin.
The strain on his spirit had already begun transferring into his physical body.
Bardi was drenched in sweat. His towering figure trembled as he stood alone in the plaza, surrounded by rising light. One man stood beneath the sky, bearing the weight of the Earth.
Beneath his glowing white skin, blue veins bulged like furious dragons. This was harder than lifting a planet with brute force. Harder than fighting Doomsday. The pressure, both spiritual and physical, was nearly crushing.
The seventeen geocentric bearing columns were in flux, their chaotic resonance with Earth's magnetic field unleashing overwhelming pressure. His thoughts and soul felt like thick paste, and his brain felt on the verge of rupture.
His eyes began to blur. His bones emitted a harsh grinding sound, like screeching metal. Blood surged within him like a roaring tide. In that instant, his own magnetic field burst forth, forming a tangible airflow. With a deep whoosh, a hurricane-like force exploded over the plaza.
"Bardi, focus! Stabilize the Earth's magnetic field!"
Raven was breathless. The wind tore at her cloak. Her delicate body stood within the gale. Her black-and-white eyes locked onto Bardi. Her fists were clenched, her palms slick with nervous sweat.
Everything she could do to help Bardi had already been done. Now, she could only watch as he endured it alone. It left her heart filled with anxiety. Her beautiful face was pale, tense, teeth clenched, her entire body stiff with worry.
The hurricane—Level 20 in strength—seemed to erupt from every pore of Bardi's body. He stood like a god as distorted light began to ripple around him, warping the air. A gravitational field formed with him at its center, twisting and swirling as the hurricane grew.
A white cyclone rose into the sky. He stood like the god of storms. His cloak flapped wildly. In the eye of the storm, his veins pulsed, his eyes bloodshot, and his fury could seemingly destroy the world.
That moment passed quickly.
Bardi's gaze sharpened. He tore off his cloak. In the white vortex storm, his body suddenly expanded, growing into a five-meter-tall magical true form. The cloak shredded around him, revealing his terrifyingly muscular upper body, surging with both spiritual and dark magical energy.
In a flash, his spiritual power combined with dark magic, surging exponentially. His consciousness connected directly to the geocentric bearing column at every level—magnetic field, gravity, force, friction, molecular structure.
The central geocentric column embedded in the lava quaked like a massive bronze bell, taking over the Earth's rotation, revolution, axial tilt, precession, nutation, orbital eccentricity, solar point motion, perturbation, center of mass movement, gravitational force, electromagnetic force, strong and weak nuclear forces, atmosphere, air, plants, soil—every fundamental property of the Earth.
The entire Earth shifted once again. Time seemed to freeze.
In the center of the Antarctic Plaza, Bardi and the surrounding white hurricane vanished like a dissipating mist.
Suddenly, Bardi felt the immense spiritual pressure stabilize. Though the weight still pressed down on him, he was now in control of the geocentric column, and the pressure became manageable.
In that instant, Bardi's steel-hard expression relaxed. He felt like a sphere, a cloud, a vapor.
At that moment, it was as if he could see—from the dawn of time to now—the fusion of diverse rock materials forming Earth by chance. The decay of radioactive materials and gravitational compression heated the planet's interior. The iron elements inside the young Earth liquefied. Iron oxides reduced. Liquid iron sank due to its density, forming the core.
He saw heavier materials sink toward the center, triggering chemical differentiation that separated the crust from the mantle. Crustal rocks were weathered and eroded by air and water, forming sedimentary rocks, which then underwent transformation into metamorphic rocks.
For a moment, it felt as if he had personally witnessed the Earth's formation.
It was as if invisible hands had shaped the Earth, perfectly and logically.
From the Hadean, Cryptozoic, Paleozoic, Mesozoic—Jurassic, Cretaceous—up to the modern Cenozoic era, it all passed before his eyes like a fleeting dream. The Earth's entire evolutionary timeline, astonishing and majestic.
Even though Bardi could now destroy stars, he was still shaken by the formation of this planet and the miraculous birth of life.
Bardi's eyes flickered with awe. He exhaled softly, his heart thudding.
An entire history had flashed before him. His hypercomputing brain had absorbed and processed it. All that remained was one overwhelming feeling: awe for Earth, the great planet of life.
If all of this had been shaped by hands, then the one who molded the center of the universe—the Earth—could only be a supreme God.
But tragically, there was no trace. No sign of such a being.
Bardi slowly recovered from his awe. His eyes flickered. His spirit and vision seemed to turn into a gust of wind.
At that moment, starting from the South Pole, Bardi's vision became wind, sweeping across the Earth.
Like a god, he transformed into wind. He passed over Antarctica's ice and snow. He glided through the atmosphere, across the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans. The fish in the sea trembled. He passed through Atlantis beneath the waves.
He saw that some Atlantean species still hid in ocean corners, untouched and unconquered.
He saw forests, vast green plains rippling gently like skin in the breeze.
He saw the Gobi Desert.
He saw the other hemisphere, where it was still daytime.
He skimmed over volcanoes. They had calmed, no longer erupting in rage.
He passed over cities. The continents had stabilized. The earthquakes had settled.
One by one, life forms across the Earth flashed before his eyes. Then, indifferently, Bardi withdrew his gaze—like a god.