Luke considered himself a good person.
If it weren't for him, this little broken planet would have been conquered by aliens months ago.
First, it suffered the ravages of extraterrestrial life forms like Martians, Ghidorah, Kaiju (Precursor Civilization), Symbiote, Xenomorphs, The Thing, Decepticons, Lockdown, and Harvestor.
Later came the Busan biochemical crisis and the invasion of the Hell Demon King.
Plus technological artifacts like Seed Bombs, the scepter of life, Energy Pillars, and the star harvester.
Even though Earth had the righteous Titan Godzilla, Thor, and the Avengers.
What they could do in the face of such overwhelming power was actually very little.
Even if all their strength was unified, they could not protect human civilization, nor could they protect the Earth.
Even if the Eternal, Inhumans, Kamar-Taj, and Autobots were added together, they would be powerless.
Without Luke, the Ancient One could not have broken her bonds.
Without Luke, humanity would have been at least ninety percent extinct within these few months, and even the Solar System might have been destroyed.
Now that Nick Fury called him a cleansing expert, Luke naturally wouldn't agree.
Was that called cleansing? It was clearly cutting the grass by the roots and eliminating future troubles forever!
"Alas, it's a pity that outsiders only see me throwing meteorites here, summoning thunderstorms there, or giving the Earth a middle parting, but no one sees the profound meaning behind my actions."
After sighing, Luke nonetheless agreed to Nick Fury's request.
Primarily because he heard that some powerful virus-infected entities were still alive inside Busan.
Powerful life equals Anomaly Points.
Luke still understood this basic logic.
Thus, after settling Luna Snow and the others, Luke returned to Busan one step ahead.
Busan, which had been incredibly prosperous just yesterday morning, had turned into a ruin the next day.
Millions were killed or injured, which was a heavy blow to South Korea.
But South Korea's dissatisfaction was useless.
This was a man-made disaster, and the problem originated from South Korean biopharmaceuticals and Umbrella creating the 447 virus.
Moreover, South Korea was completely surrounded by the fleets of various nations.
Among them was the USA.
They had to submit, whether they liked it or not.
If the matter was not handled properly, Busan would be the first, but not the last.
After Luke arrived, he saw many drones shuttling through the ruins, occasionally accompanied by the sound of explosions.
Furthermore, Thor, Tony Stark, Carol, and others were patrolling the area.
They were systematically eliminating the surviving powerful zombie monsters.
Those who could survive nuclear bombs and fuel-air explosives were definitely elite individuals.
Only a handful of people who were unafraid of nuclear radiation could roam the skies above Busan.
"Luke, you're finally here!"
Upon seeing Luke, Tony greeted him familiarly, but he did not retract his helmet armor, as his mortal body could not withstand the harsh external environment.
But his tone was full of weariness.
Clearly, Tony had gone through a very difficult psychological transformation.
"Tony, are you alright?"
Luke asked casually.
"Of course, I mean, fantastic." Tony forced a smile, then added uncertainly, "We did a good thing, right?"
"You effectively contained the spread of the bioweapon virus, so yes, it was a good thing."
Luke nodded. "If your decision had been delayed any longer, what would have been destroyed wouldn't have been just Busan, but the entire South Korean Peninsula."
Tony's spirit lifted upon hearing this. "Yes, exactly! When judging such matters, our decision-making must be accurate and efficient! We were not wrong!"
Tony repeated this several times in a murmur, his mental state appearing highly concerning.
He found it difficult to immediately accept the desperate reality of this city.
When the vote was cast yesterday, Tony voted in favor of the decision.
No matter how reluctant he felt, he could not accept the cost of the virus spreading to the outside world.
He and Bruce Banner spent an afternoon researching the t-virus and the X-virus, discovering that both viruses had surpassed the framework of ordinary biomedical science and fundamentally defied modern biological logic.
Although he was confident he could eventually create an antiviral serum, it would take months, if not years, which was simply not feasible.
Seeing that the zombie horde in Busan was already closing in on other regions, South Korea and indeed all of humanity were in imminent danger.
Time waited for no one.
For the sake of all humanity, the fallen city of Busan had to be destroyed!
Therefore, he was also one of the decision-makers responsible for the destruction of Busan.
But this was followed by a heavy psychological burden.
Having not slept for a day and a night, his eyes were red, swollen, and exhausted, yet he couldn't sleep at all.
It seemed that whenever he closed his eyes, countless spirits echoed in his ears, seeming to say: You are a butcher!
"I suppose if there is a Hell, we're definitely going there when we die, ha ha ha!"
Tony told a cold joke and laughed awkwardly a few times.
"If we really have to go to Hell, I'll fight my way out and punch Satan right in the face!"
Just then, Carol flew over, speaking while still far away.
Carol stopped beside Tony, subtly shielding him and separating him from Luke.
Although she acted tough, she knew she had been utterly defeated in her last battle with Luke.
Until she figured out how to counter his suspected time-stopping ability, Carol did not want to have a deep conversation with Luke.
"I think I heard you talking about Hell? I know a little about it. It's said there are many Demon Kings there, the most powerful of whom is named Mephisto, who was once repelled by my father, Odin, in ancient times."
Thor, who was not far away, also joined the conversation, using Mjolnir like a helicopter propeller to keep himself suspended in mid-air.
Although it looked strange, it was quite practical.
"Too many people died here. Maybe those Hell bugs will catch the scent and rush over. I'd like to use my Hammer to smash Mephisto's ugly face."
"Hell? Perhaps you don't need to worry about it. Just one day ago, before I came to South Korea, I conveniently killed Mephisto's son, Blackheart, along with several other devils and ghosts."
"Then I ran off to Hell and had a very profound exchange with Mephisto, tearing Hell in half."
"When I left, Hell was already dilapidated, and another Dimensional Demon God, Dormammu, came to grab a share."
"I estimate that Hell is gone. Mephisto might still be alive, but he likely won't have the chance or the ability to come to Earth again."
Luke said flatly, silencing the expansive Thor and startling the pensive Carol.
Tony Stark clicked his tongue. "Alright, you're the ruthless one."
We were just gathered here, shooting the breeze, trash-talking Mephisto and Hell to bond.
But then you suddenly pop up and say you destroyed Hell while you were at it.
Wait, we were just kidding! Why did you take it seriously?
"Alright, enough chatter. It's time to put a... comma on this matter!"
Luke looked down at the ruined city. The sky was obscured by thick black smoke, and the ground faintly showed red fluid, seemingly the blood of the dead, fire, and magma forming a different kind of River Styx.
Luke could feel the grief of Earth's consciousness—this level of damage wasn't even a minor ailment for Earth, but it was a sad event.
Of course, this wasn't serious.
In a few decades, life would recover here.
No, it wouldn't take that long.
Soundwave transmissions, unheard by humans, came from afar.
That was the sound of Godzilla and the other Titans requesting dinner.
Luke replied, then raised his right hand.
"Have you ever heard of a palm technique descending from the sky?"
"Huh?"
Thor and the others looked up curiously.
Tony's eyes flashed, intrigued. "Are you talking about the Kung Fu Hustle movie?"
"Something like that."
Luke nodded, and a surge of energy flowed into his palm. He flew above the clouds and gently struck downward!
Vast, ocean-like energy converged into the shape of a colossal right hand, tearing apart miles of white clouds. The sound of explosions and whistling caused by intense friction filled their ears.
Just over ten seconds later, under the gaze of Thor, Carol, and the others,
and as broadcast live via satellite by numerous factions,
this gigantic handprint violently slammed into the ruins of Busan. The reinforced concrete remnants, which had proudly withstood successive bombardments from nuclear bombs, fuel-air bombs, thermobaric bombs, and aerial bombs, shattered like bubbles.
Everything in the entire area above sea level, including skyscrapers and mountains, was instantly crushed into the ground by the immense pressure brought by the violent energy.
All matter was flattened into a "sheet of paper," leaving behind a gigantic handprint hundreds of meters deep in the ground!
Whether it was t-virus zombies or X-poison desire monsters, no matter how strong your vitality, under this divine might, you were pulverized into the most minute particles, molecules, and atoms!
The roars of monsters ceased.
The sounds of explosions stopped.
The firelight and magma vanished.
The World fell silent.
When the dust and smoke stirred up by the crustal shock dispersed,
everyone stared dumbfounded at the gigantic handprint, spanning thousands of square kilometers and hundreds of meters deep.
Time seemed to have paused as well.
This state of silence lasted for several minutes. Those who witnessed it looked at each other, speechless for a time.
"Very good, this should suffice. The remaining nuclear radiation is enough for the little guys to enjoy a good meal."
Luke nodded in satisfaction. This move not only resolved the future troubles in Busan but also earned him 3,000 Anomaly Points, bringing his total to 5,500.
No matter how tenacious the life form, even if you were a creature on the level of The Thing, you wouldn't survive this single palm strike.
"Alright, I'm leaving first. You guys carry on."
Luke waved goodbye to the few people and teleported away.
The three looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion.
Carry on? Carry on with what?
Meanwhile, on the aircraft carrier in the nearby waters, Nick Fury pointed at the gigantic handprint on the display screen and said to the still-stunned generals and Agents:
"See? That's professionalism!"
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