I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 611 Moon Ash Removal and Environmental Protection

"They actually managed to create a spaceship in space? That's amazing!"

Standing in the main control room of the American spacecraft 'Artemis', Tianma hopes to offer his commentary.

Unlike the previous spaceships that were so cramped that you could only sit and relied on special 'urine collection devices' and 'feces collection pants' to solve your hygiene problems, this spaceship under your feet is an astonishing two hundred meters long, has thousands of independent rooms, and a complete air and water circulation and gravity system.

If you don't look out the window, it feels exactly the same as being on a vacation cruise!
With the latest nuclear/superpower hybrid propulsion system and various small landing spacecraft, the weight reaches an astonishing million-ton level: if transported to space by the traditional method, one hundred tons at a time, tens of thousands of round trips, even on a national scale, would take an unknown number of years and consume an enormous amount of resources.

Moreover, assembling so many modules is a huge and difficult undertaking.

Fortunately, with the help of extraordinary power, many problems were easily solved!

Leaving aside the recently acquired 'Construct Golem', even an ordinary superhuman's efficiency in screwing in screws in space is dozens of times better than that of an average person.

By attaching spiritual energy to their feet and striding briskly along the outer shell of the spaceship, they can achieve a level of speed and agility that traditional astronauts can only achieve by floating slowly.

The island nation's focus has always been on various extraordinary disasters.

So Pegasus, who was "passing by" in space, never expected that America would quietly create such a behemoth that only exists in science fiction movies.

"It's just a giant toy created with the help of supernatural powers."

"He is nothing compared to His Majesty Pegasus."

The middle-aged man, codenamed 'The Magician,' humbly bowed his head in response.

If we can overcome the gravity of a planet, then building a spaceship is not difficult at all: it can be done with the technology of the last century, although the cost would be astronomical, almost bankrupting America.

If the Russian bear hadn't fallen first, America would have been the one to split.

Now that we have superhuman strength, it's even easier!
Compared to the 'spaceship' that took half the power of America to build, the fact that this island nation's 'descendant of the chief god' physically went into space is even more astonishing.

With the power he displayed, he could easily smash this 'spaceship' into scrap metal with a wave of his hand.
Ultimately, extraordinary power is the only true path to victory!

How could the hundreds of American superhumans and scientists on the entire spaceship dare to disrespect them?

Even a mage who has exchanged for a bunch of 'spells',
The same is true.

"Don't be so formal,"

Pegasus, standing inside the spaceship, raised his hand slightly.

"This is your place; strictly speaking, I am the guest."

However, this "guest" was too powerful, so powerful that America had to be careful in receiving her.

The dragon-level in the island nation is equivalent to A-level in America, which corresponds to 'weak divine power' in mythology. Considering that Pegasus hopes to possess the bloodline of the island nation's 'chief god' Amaterasu,' he can be regarded as a true god: his attacks can reach outer space and his physical body can traverse the universe. What else could he be but a god?
Thinking of this, the magician's gaze couldn't help but drift towards Pegasus Hope's chest.

Don't get me wrong, as a noble 'mage', a veteran codenamed 'magician', what woman hasn't he had?
Besides, what woman could be more fun than extraordinary magic?

His uncontrollable gaze was drawn to the magatama on Tenma Nozomi's chest: one of the three supreme sacred treasures of the island nation: the Yasakani no Magatama!

It possesses the ability to suppress all extraordinary beings below the 'Legendary Rank', and wearing it can raise one rank! It can be described as a divine artifact among divine artifacts, but unfortunately, it has a 'bloodline' requirement.

This made the 'magician' only envious—he had no other thoughts. Besides, even if he snatched it, it wouldn't be of any use. What would he have to snatch it from? He didn't have any 'concept-level' sleeping potions or anything like that.

"Your Majesty, may I ask why you have come here?"

The crew of the entire spaceship were on high alert after being 'hitchhiked' by this person, fearing a conflict with the other party's target.

They don't have the ability to fly back physically; if a fight breaks out, they'll become space debris.

"This one~~"

After thinking for a moment, Pegasus decided to speak his mind directly.

Anyway, once she takes action, she'll definitely be noticed by various space probes.

"I'm going to repair the moon. Since we're going the same way, why don't you come and help me?"

watt? !
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

America

Detroit, Michigan.

"One planet, one home!"

"No water, no life; no blue sky, no greenery!"

"Every 0.5°C is a matter of life and death!"

The streets were packed with a sea of ​​protesters who kept surging toward the city hall. Although they were not carrying weapons, the signs they held up and the composition of the crowd were a shocking sight to anyone who witnessed it.

Unlike previous marches that targeted specific groups, this one included men, women, children, and people of all ages and backgrounds!
There's no way around it; that 'environmental demon god' serpent has sliced ​​off a piece of the planet, and that continent is currently flying in the northern region. If it were to crash down, it could instantly force the entire human society to rewrite 'Genesis.' How can ordinary people sit still like that?
"Stop work! Stop work!"

"Let the Great Lakes regain their clarity!"

"Green, we want green!"

"The Great Serpent God has descended, and a great purge is imminent; those who do not believe in the Great Serpent God will fall into an endless abyss!"

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, the voices of some religious groups could also be heard; America is known as the 'Land of the Free,' with over seven thousand registered religions alone. Add to that the countless unregistered groups, or those that cannot even be openly recognized, and the number is even greater.

With the appearance of the 'giant snake', hundreds of 'environmental churches' sprang up overnight, shouting and marching amidst the chaotic crowds, giving the mayor, who was standing behind the city hall window, a splitting headache.

"Damn it! They actually shouted a call to stop work?"

The mayor felt a throbbing pain in his temples, as if his blood vessels were about to burst.

"Without factories, what will this city eat? Will it drink Lake Erie water every day?"

Detroit was once a world-renowned automobile city. However, with the rise of island and European car manufacturers, America's automotive industry competitiveness has been declining, and its global market share has also decreased, making it a far cry from its former glory.

However, with the return of the extraordinary, spring has returned to this place once again.

Orders for off-road vehicles, ground effect vehicles, and even power armor poured in like snowflakes, unleashing astonishing productivity across the city once again, as if it had returned to the 1960s.

However, this good fortune did not last long, due to the declaration of that demon god 'Orochi';

This has plunged the entire city of Detroit, no, the entire United States, and the entire world into an environmental upheaval.

"Environmental protection, environmental protection. Okay, I admit that's true. But what about the powerful, the gods—"

Every fight you get into turns into a 'map modifier'!
For example, in the battle where that superhuman who called himself 'Lord' killed the Flame Lord, he sent most of Seattle into the sea!
The city of Seattle no longer exists there; it has been replaced by 'Seattle Bay'.

If you're so capable, why don't you go find those extraordinary individuals?
"According to the island nation's account, that 'giant serpent' was an 'extreme environmentalist' a thousand years ago, and it devoured quite a few gods."

The secretary's words from behind made the mayor even more troubled.

"What did the federal government say?"

Faced with such a large-scale strike, it was beyond the capacity of a mayor to handle alone; he had no choice but to seek help from the federal government.

"No response, sir."

The secretary gave a very formal and methodical answer.

"The federal government's focus is now on the 'Artemis'."

Detroit is, after all, an important industrial city, and Ford Motor Company has been a part of America's history. As the mayor's secretary, he knew about the spaceship assembled in space and even knew that the powerful and wealthy were secretly carrying out Project Fire.

With the return of one wanton 'god' or 'demon' after another, this planet is in grave danger.

The wealthy elites of America flocked to the richest man's side: no one mocked his "Mars colonization" plan anymore; instead, they were eager to get a "ticket." Where wasn't "home" if they could survive?
Don't forget, America is a purely immigrant country; the true natives have long since become immigrants.

Immigrating to Mars isn't entirely unacceptable, is it?

As these "veterans" unleash all sorts of cutting-edge technologies, what were once unattainable science fiction scenarios have become within reach.

"Mr. Mayor, here are a few pieces of news that might cheer you up."

The mayor took the tablet from his secretary and glanced down at it:
"Armed protests erupted in France, with Black protesters storming the Élysée Palace and demanding that wealthy white people leave their homes."

???

The mayor was somewhat stunned as he stared at the black screen.

Is it the wrong way around?

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Paris,

This 'romantic city' is now devoid of gentlemen and beautiful women, only filled with dense crowds.

"While I'm cycling to work, the yachts of the wealthy are burning through my entire year's carbon emission allowance in 90 seconds!"

"I scrimp and save to buy organic kale at Whole Foods Market, while the Kardashians waste 1.5 gallons of water every time they water and mow their lawns!"

An elderly black man in a pickup truck was giving a passionate speech through a megaphone:

"They were teaching us to use paper straws while sending private jets to Davos like metal locusts."

"How ridiculous—environmental pollution always starts in our kitchens, but never reaches their mansions!"

During the old man's passionate speech, the dark-skinned crowd raised baseball bats, shotguns, and chainsaws, uttering simple, chaotic, savage, and bloodthirsty shouts:
"Correct!"

"Send them to hell!"

"Why should we bear the punishment for environmental pollution?"

The excited crowd smashed their weapons at streetlights and shops, venting their discontent, fear, and ambition.

"Get out!"

"Paris is ours!!"

"We are the true French, long live the Gallic chicken!"

Over five million Black people live on this land, and as they converge from all directions, their cries of "No, white people, get out!" echo throughout Paris. Even without any extraordinary calamity, a human catastrophe has already erupted.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Moon,

"Yes, we are conducting basal topological reshaping of lunar soil."

Standing on the boundless, gray earth, the middle-aged white man, codenamed 'The Magician,' pressed his specially made headset and said this.

He emitted a faint blue light, which was due to the casting of the 'Energy Resistance Protection' magic; not only did he have a certain resistance to the five elements of earth, wind, water, fire, and lightning, but he could also resist all sorts of cosmic rays.

All he needed was an oxygen generator that could be inserted into his nasal cavity, which would allow him to walk freely on the moon.

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There was a noticeable pause on the other end of the communicator.
It wasn't due to a communication delay between the two parties, but rather because the other side was considering his words. A few seconds later, the president's hesitant voice finally came through.

"Sir Magician, can I understand that what you're doing now is—digging?"

"No, it's 'substrate topological reshaping of the soil'."

After emphasizing it again, the magician patiently explained:
"The 'canyon' in front of us is about three thousand meters wide, six hundred meters deep, and about two hundred kilometers long: filling it in and burying it is what we need to do now."

After speaking, the veteran codenamed 'The Mage' couldn't help but sigh, "As expected of a descendant of the main god, the destruction he caused has surpassed most known dragon-level monsters: he directly cleaved a straight rift in the moon."

It can only be described as terrifying.

Thinking of this, the magician looked up.

A massive crater 'flew' straight towards us!

Because the moon has no air, all of this happened 'silently': yet the scene of massive mountains moving sideways is still breathtaking enough.

Even though the gravity here is only one-sixth that of the planet they live on.

It's easy to tell from the superhumans behind them, wearing spacesuits and with their mouths agape under their helmets.

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The massive crater was thrown into the fissure, stirring up a large amount of soil, rocks, and dust that radiated outwards, looking like a slow-motion 'fountain' rising.

At the same time, a lunar shockwave traveled through the ground, causing everyone standing thousands of meters away to tremble.

Because no sound waves travel through the air, the entire process is completely silent.
Only mechanical vibrations are transmitted through the lunar surface.

At the same time, the debris and dust generated by the impact will be ejected at a high speed that looks slow but is actually very fast; but it will not spread out in the usual 'dust cloud', like a strange silent play.

Cold, magnificent, splendid, and powerful.

As the 'crater' was thrown into the crevice, everyone saw the emerald green figure floating below the mountain.

Pegasus Hope!

wrong,

They should respectfully address each other as 'Your Majesty the Heavenly Horse'.

"I'll handle moving the materials; the leveling work is yours."

A voice rang in the 'magician's' mind, letting him know that this was the other party's 'mind magic'.

No, no, no, with this power that is already comparable to 'god', perhaps this is not magic at all, but just random thought.

'As you command, Your Majesty.'

After responding to the other party with 'mind magic', the magician pressed the button on his headset.

"Well then, gentlemen."

"It's time for us to take action—"

As he made a series of mysterious hand gestures with his ten fingers, he pointed towards the crater that had been thrown into the crevice.

The massive mountain began to 'melt,' the liquid flowing into the cracks.

Fossils are made of mud!

Meanwhile, the other superhumans also began casting spells: since the purpose was to develop the moon, almost all of them were earth-type superhumans.

Turn mud into stone!

As a section of the crack was smoothed out, the magician shrugged.

"Look, this is the subsurface topological reshaping of soil."

(End of this chapter)