Simultaneous travel: Starting from returning to the main god space.

Chapter 520 No more pretense, I'm laying my cards on the table, I am Ultraman Tiga! (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking additional subscriptions!)
"Brother, I was wrong, please forgive me..."

Sure enough, upon hearing Wu Xian's last words, the girl's face fell, and she clasped her hands together in a pleading gesture, completely losing any of her previous arrogance.

The girl's name is Chen Shanshan. She is the only daughter of Wu Xian's aunt in this life. She is five years younger than Wu Xian and is currently a first-year high school student. Her grades are neither high nor low, hovering around 100th in her grade. If she works hard in the next two years, she may have a chance to reach the first-tier university admission line.

However, based on Wu Xian's understanding of this girl, such hope was extremely slim. If she could maintain this grade and get into a second-tier university, he would be grateful.

Fortunately, Wu Xian's aunt didn't have high expectations for her daughter; she just wanted her to stay out of trouble and support herself.

After all, the world is already so bad. Who knows if monsters will fall from the sky in the future? What's the use of good grades or a lot of money then?

Rather than that, it's better to live each day happily, so that you won't have lived in vain.

"You brat, you're arguing with your brother again!"

A helpless voice came from behind, and a middle-aged woman of about forty years old came out of the kitchen. She was wearing an apron and carrying two plates of freshly cooked dishes in each hand. She glanced at her daughter with an annoyed look and scolded her:
"You're a young lady, not young anymore, why are you still acting like a mischievous monkey? If you don't change, who will dare to marry someone like you in the future?"

"Tch! Take it or leave it, nobody cares!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Shanshan recalled the immature boys she had seen at school, and couldn't help but curl her lips. Then, her eyes darted around, and she moved her chair to sit next to Wu Xian, who was already seated. She put her arms around his shoulders and deliberately spoke in a sickeningly sweet voice:

"Besides, if I really can't get married, I still have my brother. He's so rich now, his family definitely won't miss my pair of chopsticks. I can have him support me from now on, isn't that great!"

"hehe!"

Before Ms. Wu could even put down her plate and start lashing out, Wu Xian sneered, "Fine, I can support you too. Three meals a day, room and board included. After I get married and have children, you can come and take care of them. We'll even save on nanny fees. It's a steal!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Shanshan's smile froze instantly, as if she were imagining herself holding a baby bottle to lull a little kid to sleep. She shuddered, then angrily let go of Wu Xian's arm and began to eat her meal in silence.

I hate older brothers the most!
Seeing this, Wu Xian and Ms. Wu exchanged a helpless glance, and then started eating lunch. They chatted while watching the news on TV, and occasionally teased their mischievous cousin. It was a simple and peaceful time, but also very warm.

When Wu Xian first entered the mysterious space, his situation in this world had already been explained.

Similarly, the story begins with the tragic loss of one's parents, but it is not without relatives. He was adopted by his father's younger sister when he was young and lived with her for ten years.

However, Wu Xian's aunt also has her own family; her husband is a high school teacher, and she is a nurse at a rehabilitation hospital.

The couple's income was not low, but they still struggled to support their two children's education and living expenses.

So after Wu Xian graduated from high school and went to university, he stopped taking money from his aunt's house and, during his studies, tried to start his own business based on his understanding of the various booming industries before he transmigrated.

However, it turns out that starting a business from scratch is much more complicated than expected.

Not to mention the later outbreak of Ultraman and the Pacific Rim incident. To succeed in such a chaotic context was many times more difficult than in the world before Wu Xian's transmigration.

Fortunately, the problem wasn't serious. Everything changed after entering the mysterious space and receiving the knowledge and abilities bestowed upon him by Wu Xian.

Putting aside the advanced technology knowledge in his mind, just his identity as Ultraman alone, once revealed, would attract the attention of official forces from various countries like sharks smelling a scent, who would swarm towards him and offer him enormous benefits that are unimaginable to ordinary people in order to win him over.

Money, status, power, beautiful women... While it's not to say they can have whatever they want, they will do everything they can to satisfy Wu Xian's desires in order to win his favor.

But Wu Xian did not do that.

There are many reasons for this, but the most important one is that he doesn't want to affect the lives of those around him because of his own situation.

It is conceivable that once Wu Xian's identity as Ultraman is revealed, his aunt's family, who are his relatives, will inevitably be subject to strict protection by the state.

However, from another perspective, this also puts them in a dangerous situation, as they could become a handle or weakness for others to use against Wu Xian at any time.

Humanity is secondary; the key issue is the cosmic forces lurking in the shadows. Even Wu Xian, in his current state, is not confident that he can protect his loved ones under the watchful eyes of these powers.

Therefore, for the sake of future operations and the safety of her aunt's family, the best approach is to completely sever the connection between Ultraman and Wu Xian's identities, making it impossible for anyone to associate the two together.

So, that very night, Wu Xian stayed at his aunt's house for the first time in a long time. Looking at the clean bedroom, which was almost unchanged from the past, a faint smile appeared on his lips. But the next second, Wu Xian's body emitted a light that was almost invisible to the naked eye, and a phantom figure emerged from within him, with a face and body exactly the same as his.

Then, Wu Xian raised his left index finger, and a drop of blood seeped from the tip, drifting towards the illusory figure. Then, as if a painting had been painted, the figure gradually solidified and took shape, becoming completely indistinguishable from a real person.

At the same time, Wu Xian raised his hand and wiped his face. As the red light bloomed, his facial features, even his height, weight, and the DNA combination in his body, had undergone earth-shattering changes.

……

Three days later, in Kyoto, China, a high-end bulletproof car slowly drove through the drizzling rain on the street.

There were two people in the car. The person in the driver's seat was a bodyguard who also served as the driver. He was a former elite special forces soldier, also known as a retired king of soldiers. The middle-aged man sitting in the back seat was Fang Zhitian, the person in charge of the "Artificial Ultraman Project" developed by China.

Fang Zhitian has been quite troubled lately. Ever since the new Ultraman appeared a few days ago, he hasn't had a single day of peace.

Perhaps having received this information, the United States began a large-scale recruitment of volunteers from its military to participate in the "artificial Ultraman" experimental project.

Upon learning this news, the higher-ups put pressure on him, constantly trying to persuade him to hurry up and deliver results before the other party.

Thinking of this, Fang Zhitian felt another headache coming on.

If Ultraman could be created so easily, Mech Hunter wouldn't exist. Do you really think scientific research is something that can be accomplished with a snap of your fingers?
A screeching brake brought Fang Zhitian back to his senses.

Just as he was wondering, his pupils contracted slightly, and a young man wearing a dark hooded sweatshirt easily opened the locked car door and sat down next to him in the back seat.

His driver, a retired soldier and bodyguard deeply trusted by Fang Zhitian, restarted the car after the young man got in, as if it had been planned beforehand.

"who are you?"

Fang Zhitian frowned slightly and silently reached for the pistol at his waist.

Although he was very surprised that his bodyguard, with whom he had worked for many years, had suddenly betrayed him, he did not show it on his face and remained calm and composed.

"Hello, Mr. Fang, it's a pleasure to meet you."

The young man spoke softly, his tone calm and gentle.

"I know you have a lot of questions right now, but please believe me, I won't hurt you. So please take your hand off the gun and talk to me patiently, okay?"

Fang Zhitian remained silent, but still extended his hand and asked the same question again.

"Who are you."

"Who I am... that's a bit complicated to explain, it's better if you confirm it for yourself."

The young man pondered for a moment, then raised his hand and lowered his hood. His body then emitted light, and Fang Zhitian's expression gradually became astonished and distorted.

"you you……"

"That's right, I am the Ultraman you are looking for."

The light faded, and the young man... or rather Wu Xian, had transformed into the unique image of Ultraman, his voice carrying a peculiar ethereal and metallic quality.

"Ultraman—Tiga!"

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.

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