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Judging from its depth and structure, the likelihood of a monster easily tearing open the roof of a defensive structure with a single claw, as depicted in the movie, occurring in reality is probably quite low.

Upon entering the spacious underground refuge hall, one finds a large number of citizens already gathered. Although there is some tension, the atmosphere is orderly.

On the giant screen at the front of the hall, some public information is being displayed.

Yang Yi's gaze was drawn to the time displayed in the corner of the screen.

March 2025, 1 AD.

His memory began to search rapidly.

If the plot doesn't deviate significantly, the two fourth-generation giant Kaiju, codenamed "Tailed Rat" and "Skeleton Turtle," should have attacked Hong Kong together on the night of January 8, 2025, in the first Pacific Rim movie.

In other words, there are only seven days left.

Seven days from now, this land and this city will be plunged into a devastating disaster.

The screen switched to a promotional video.

In the video, a giant mecha with a unique and striking design is being displayed.

It is entirely red, with a head that resembles a monocular lens, and most notably, it has three arms.

It was a red storm.

The "Hunter" mech, manufactured in China and piloted by three people.

Looking at the swift and handsome figure of Storm Red on the screen, Yang Yi's lips curled into a smile.

He seemed to have come up with a more interesting way to welcome the enormous creatures that were about to crawl out of the seabed cracks.

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A few days passed quickly.

The time came on June 2025, 1.

If the plot of this world doesn't derail because of his arrival, then tonight, several enormous level-four monsters will set foot on the land of Hong Kong.

Yang Yi stood on the street after the crowds had dispersed, feeling the salty, damp air brought by the sea breeze.

At this moment, the monsters had already passed through the portal connecting to another dimension and entered the ocean of this planet.

Their goal is clear; they are driven by some instinct, or rather, by some will, and are rushing towards the bustling city of Hong Kong.

In the past few days, he has been detecting bursts of energy fluctuations coming from the direction of the deep-sea wormhole.

At first, it was faint, like the pulse of the deep sea.

It then gradually intensified, and the frequency increased.

The fluctuations then became increasingly violent, their intensity increasing several times compared to the day he first arrived in this realm.

And today, the wormhole's energy readings reached an astonishing peak.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Yi clearly sensed that several individuals emitting powerful life signals tore through the barrier of space and descended onto this blue planet through a wormhole.

According to the plot of the movie he remembered, these uninvited guests would arrive in Hong Kong at nightfall.

They will easily tear apart humanity's proud mech defenses with overwhelming force.

The storm is crimson, and the three-armed hunter, on which countless hopes were placed, will be the first to fall.

Subsequently, the powerful electromagnetic pulses released by the monsters will completely paralyze all the new mechs that rely on sophisticated electronic systems.

Ultimately, it seemed that only the old, aging Goshawk, powered by its built-in nuclear reactor, with the protagonist's aura, could barely end the rampage of these monsters through a near-miraculous power spike and skillful maneuvering.

In the end, the monster was defeated.

But what's the cost?

A large part of Hong Kong, this dazzling pearl of the Orient, will be reduced to ruins.

Of those brave mech pilots, almost none survived, except for the main characters.

Yang Yi's gaze swept over the tall buildings in the distance.

He could imagine that scene.

A person who has struggled for most of his life has finally managed to buy himself a small home on this land where every inch of land is precious.

Before he could recover from the joy of moving, a huge shadow loomed over the sky.

The next second, the entire neighborhood, along with his small home, was razed to the ground by the shockwaves from the tumbling and colliding mechs and monsters.

He managed to crawl out of the rubble, still shaken.

The next day, they discovered that the company building they relied on for their livelihood had also become wreckage from the fighting.

The familiar streets where I've lived for decades, all the corners that hold memories, have become scarred and dilapidated.

Admittedly, after years of monster raids and city destruction, humanity in this world may have accumulated considerable experience in post-disaster reconstruction.

Buildings can be rebuilt, and the rebuilding process can be quite fast.

But for every ordinary person who loses their home, their loved ones, their job, and everything in the disaster, this is a devastating blow.

They were told they had been "saved".

But having lost everything, how different are they from death?

However, things are different today.

Now that Yang Yi has come here, he will not allow such a tragedy to repeat itself.

He felt the stable response from the conversion table inside his body, and the almost infinite EMC reserves were like a rushing galaxy.

A mere few aliens dare to lay their hands on humanity's home planet?

It seems it's time to let these monsters, and the aliens of the so-called "pioneer" civilization behind them, truly witness the power of the human empire.

In just a few days, the body that Yang Yi temporarily occupied underwent tremendous changes.

Day 1 of the journey.

After emerging from the underground fortifications, he did not linger for a moment.

They headed directly towards Victoria Harbour.

He plunged headfirst into the warm seawater.

The salty seawater enveloped my entire body, shutting out the hustle and bustle of the city, leaving only the sound of the flowing water.

He continued to dive deeper, and the light quickly dimmed.

The immense pressure from the deep sea compresses from all directions, enough to flatten an iron ball into a disc.

However, his body, composed of informational essence combined with divine material, contains adaptive terms originating from the module.

The adaptive terms carried within the information take effect quickly.

The pressure, strong enough to distort steel, was like a massage to him.

The cold, dark, and oxygen-deprived environment of the deep sea was completely adapted to by the body in just a few breaths, and there was no more discomfort.

He finally arrived at the dark seabed at the deepest point.

He then pulled out an enchanted diamond pickaxe and began digging.

Hard rocks were easily pierced as easily as tofu.

A straight downward passage quickly appeared, its goal pointing directly to the Earth's core.

Soil, rock, mantle layer.

As depth increases, pressure and temperature rise exponentially.

Any other human-made technological creation would have been destroyed long ago under the terrifying high temperature and pressure.

However, Yang Yi's body continuously adapted and strengthened in this extreme environment.

Initially, the excavation was relatively slow compared to the size of the planet.

Gradually, he got faster and faster.

The soil and rock layers lost their meaning before him.

Midway through, he used the EMC points he earned to exchange for a red material manuscript.

In less than half a day, he had dug through the Earth's crust and mantle and arrived at the outer edge of the Earth's core.

A wave of intense heat washed over us, and the surrounding rocks and metals appeared semi-molten, emitting a dark red glow.

During his excavation, he collected a number of high-pressure mineral crystals and metal veins from deep within the Earth.

These substances are broken down by the body's conversion table and transformed into EMC energy values.

With a sudden thought, some of the EMC was converted into food.

Steak, Golden Apple, Enchanted Golden Apple.

He "ate" the transformed food and then smashed a bottle of fire-retardant potion.

This is to prevent being instantly killed by the high temperature and intense heat when entering the Earth's core if one is slow to adapt.

Although the possibility is extremely small, it's always good to be cautious, since it's quite a trip.

He continued downwards.

As he dug open the last block of ultra-high pressure molten rock in front of him, which was dark gold in color, he realized that it was a dark gold color.

The Earth's core is exposed, a molten planetary core composed of elements such as iron and nickel.

Unimaginable high temperatures and pressures converge here.

If the rules of "Minecraft" had not been forcibly overridden by Yang Yi's informational nature, suppressing the physical rules of this place, then...

The moment he digs open the breach, the molten, ultra-high-temperature liquid metal will likely erupt like a volcano, gushing upwards with destructive force from this small opening.

Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Yi leaped directly into the golden-red molten metal ocean.

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In an instant, the damage notification flashed rapidly before his eyes.

But only for the first few times.