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Chapter 351 Lord of the Defiled Light—Tiga

Location: Tokyo.

Or rather, this place is now a ruin that was once known as Tokyo.

In a filthy corner of the sewer, a pile of foul-smelling garbage suddenly stirred.

A hand, clutching a shard of mirror, emerged from the pile of trash. It carefully turned the mirror over, and in the reflection, an eye could be vaguely seen.

After quickly checking the surroundings for anything unusual, the dirty little hand withdrew back into the pile of trash.

It turns out that beneath this seemingly filthy pile of garbage lies a very deep crevice.

Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding...

The dirty little hand tugged at the silk thread beside it.

As the line was pulled along, several shards of glass collided deep within the crack in the ground, making a crisp sound.

This is a sign that things are safe.

Upon hearing this sound, deep within the intricate network of fissures, a emaciated figure, almost unrecognizable as human, opened one eye and began crawling towards the exit.

In this crack in the ground, filled with all sorts of sewage and filthy garbage, yet utterly silent, where not even a single insect or rat could be seen, the figure stumbled and crawled.

His clothes, so dirty that their original color was completely unrecognizable, tightly wrapped him up. The only exposed skin was around his one remaining eye, which was covered with tiny bumps and looked extremely aged.

The labored, suppressed breathing echoed across his covered face like a broken bellows, making him look like an old man on the verge of death.

He had only crawled less than 100 meters when he had to stop and rest several times.

When he finally reached the exit and was about to lift the trash covering it, he felt his clothes being tugged.

"Daigo, tell me, how much longer can we live..." The voice came from a "lump of flesh" that was not even human-shaped.

Legs and head are not visible; only large and small deformed tumors are visible.

Tumors should be swollen, but due to the long-term difficulty in obtaining food, even these tumors have become emaciated, resembling a pile of shriveled, ugly, rotten bags.

On this deformed, fleshy tumor, the only things that looked barely intact were a dirty hand and a numb eye squeezed in the middle by the tumor.

“Lina…” The child named Daigo Madoka was silent for a moment, then grabbed the hand and said in a hoarse voice, “We will, we will definitely survive!”

"Just wait for me, I'm sure I'll catch a mouse today."

"Brother Daigo..." Lina looked at the figure in front of her with her only remaining eye, her eyes filled with an inscrutable emotion, and whispered, "Kill me, then eat me. I can't hold on any longer, but you can. You have fewer mutations, you can go find survivors, you can go find the resistance..."

Daigo did not answer, but simply reached out and hugged his younger sister Rena. After a moment, he left without saying a word.

The two were siblings, or rather, former neighbors, and also remnants of the same batch that were eliminated by the system.

The two have been living together in these ruins for half a year now.

A lot has changed in the past six months. Of the two people who were at least physically healthy, one completely lost his mobility last month, and the other also contracted a life-threatening disease.

Daigo didn't know how much longer he had to live, but at the very least, he couldn't let his sister die before he could move.

The small figure crawled out of the garbage heap, cautiously observing everything around it, hiding itself in the shadows, and headed towards the place that looked like a rat hole that had been discovered yesterday.

He was panting heavily with every step he took, his throat dry and cracking as if it were about to split open.

He could only keep hoping and praying that the trap he had set yesterday would work.

If they can't catch any mice today and can't get food and water, then he and his sister Lina probably won't make it to tomorrow.

The surroundings were dark, but the sky was not night; instead, it was a perpetually stagnant, morbid crimson, like a rotting corpse or a festering tumor.

Daigo glanced at the sky with his only remaining eye. Even though he was almost blind, he could still clearly see the rotting purple in the sky.

Memories from the past surfaced in my mind.

That was brilliant sunlight, that was beautiful sunlight, sunlight that hadn't shone on this land for who knows how long...

But now, the only light illuminating the earth is an unsettling, dark phosphorescence seeping from the distorted clouds.

Subconsciously, Daigo lowered his stinging eyes and wrapped his dirty clothes even tighter around himself.

On this land, these filthy rays of light carry extremely harmful pollution. If one does not cover their body completely, even a short period of exposure can lead to drastic changes in the body.

Ulcers, tumors, and all sorts of lesions will grow explosively, simultaneously arousing the most violent emotions in the hearts of all living beings, driving them mad.

The air was thick and heavy, filled with an unusual stench—the smell of a massive garbage dump burning that still lingers today.

On this sunless planet, nearly 99% of the plants have died, and even in the depths of the ocean, it's hard to say whether enough life still survives.

If it weren't for a strange, tumor-like life form brought by a meteorite providing oxygen to Earth, not even a single survivor would exist.

Walking cautiously, Daigo suddenly hid himself tightly in the shadows, barely daring to breathe as he waited for the group to leave.

Those people, if they can still be called "human beings".

They were extremely tall, each at least 5 meters tall, but their bodies were extremely deformed, covered with scales and wriggling flesh, moving among the ruins like walking corpses.

They are all mutants resulting from Ebloon cell contamination.

On this desolate land, these mutants are still able to survive, even though they have lost their reason and their intelligence. They are still able to live, but that is all they are.

Their eyes were vacant, their steps were sluggish, and their deformed heads were violently pierced with some kind of fluorescent machine used to control them.

Daigo waited cautiously for them to leave. These terrifying puppets, these mutants contaminated by Ebron cells, were both puppets and toys.

It was that "Guardian" who, on a whim, tortured several leaders of the resistance for several days, injected them with Ebloon cells, and controlled them mechanically, ordering them to forever search for and slaughter what they had once tried to protect on this land.

Whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, the puppets created by that "guardian" on a whim one day had their mechanical programs, which should have been stable for a long time, destroyed due to the mutations caused by the invasion of cancer cells by the Ebron cells.

After being created and subsequently slaughtering many of their own kind, these Ebloon cell mutants became extremely stupid and no longer actively tracked and killed human survivors. As long as you avoid being observed by them, they will not attract their attention.

After a difficult journey, Daigo arrived at his destination.

On a land that resembled ruins, there was an unusually well-preserved giant screen. The heat emanating from the screen warmed the surroundings, and there were even faint patches of green near the screen.

This is Daigo's target.

With the help of the light emanating from this large screen, a brief moment of life appears around us.

This vitality also allows a few cockroaches and rats to settle here, and if they are lucky enough, they can get some food.

However, despite being able to obtain food, the fact that a screen could emit light on this dark land itself represented extreme danger.

Anyone who gets close enough to the large screen will be slaughtered by automatic weapons.

In theory, as long as one doesn't get close enough, this should be a safe place to survive. However, on this ruined land, some mutants contaminated by Ebron cells will instinctively seek out electrical energy to devour.

These large screens, which store vast amounts of electrical energy, are incredibly attractive to these mutants. Even though they are constantly being slaughtered by automated weapons, the newly formed Ebloon cell mutants are still instinctively drawn to them.

Similarly, although they do not need to eat regular food, these mutants will still be driven by their brutal nature to slaughter humans once they detect the presence of humans in their vicinity.

"Got it!" When Daigo arrived at the area where he had set the trap yesterday, he was pleasantly surprised to find a naked rat covered in lumps struggling.

He rushed forward, snapped the naked rat's neck, and stuffed it into his pocket.

(Hello, my friends, my dear humans!)
(The show is about to begin again, everyone please give me a round of applause!)

But suddenly, a loud noise that came from close range ruined Daigo's mood, which had just started to improve.

Daigo looked up and stared at the big screen.

The large screen, which had been lit up but had not been displaying any content, was now moving and coldly scrolling through "Today's Cleanup List".

Those lists are all of the resistance cadres and leaders who are still alive around the world and continue to try to resist.

On screen, the rebel leaders, their bodies covered in various mutations and stained with blood, are gathered on a massive sky warship platform.

Various luxurious delicacies were scattered on the ground, while various cold weapons and firearms with ornate patterns were neatly arranged on the ground.

The rebels ate the food made from human ingredients in silence, trying to regain their strength, and then picked up their weapons and stood ready for battle.

Before them stood the presence that sent shivers down the spines of every survivor—Ultraman Tiga.

In his human form, he was casually toying with several beautiful young women, sitting atop the warship platform, enjoying the thrill of looking down on all living beings.

He waited leisurely, waiting for these rebels, who served as a diversion in his life, to replenish their strength before slaughtering them all.

Soon, after the rebels were injected with Ebron cells and ate large amounts of food, they gained superhuman strength.

Their bodies swelled violently, transforming into deformed giants seven or eight meters tall. Their faces were forcibly distorted with numb smiles as they brandished cold weapons and firearms, letting out battle roars to the sky, launching a doomed charge towards the being on the throne.

As they charged, stirring, epic music began to play on the large screen in front of Daigo. *Crunch, crunch...* Daigo gritted his teeth.

But he kept watching, watching the images playing on the big screen.

Watching the rebels launch a desperate charge against the demon who once brought hope to humanity but immediately turned it into despair, the demon who called himself the light of hope and Ultraman Tiga!

"Hahaha..." On the throne, the figure whose real name was Li Yang casually waved his hand, catching an incoming bullet as if it were a fly. He clapped his hands together, crushed it into a thin sheet, and tossed it away, severing the arm of a rebel soldier.

However, even with his arm completely severed, the rebel soldier who had been injected with Ebron cells only twitched his brow slightly, forcing a smile on his face, and continued firing without uttering a word.

"Sigh..." Li Yang waved his hand, and before he even started to move while sitting on the throne, he unleashed a violent shockwave with his bare hands, severing the head of a rebel leader.

The shockwave from the close-range explosion instantly turned several beautiful young women beside him into mincemeat.

But he didn't care at all, casually wiping the blood off his face, and finally walked up to the platform.

A satisfied smile played on his lips. "The way you all look at me, how you clearly hate me to death, yet you still have to praise me lavishly, have to keep smiling, knowing full well that the food is made from your own kind, yet you still have to eat it down in big gulps..."

"Hahahahaha!!!"

"I love the way you are! I love the way you hate me to death, yet you can't do anything about it and have to do whatever I say!"

With such maniacal laughter, Li Yang completely ignored the rebel leaders who were frantically attacking him, all while maintaining a human-like demeanor.

With a wave of his hand, a dazzling, golden light, like the rising sun, gathered in his palm and transformed into something resembling a sword hilt, with the color of crystal and marble.

He raised his arm high and shouted, "Tiga!"

boom!
A blinding light exploded on the screen, and a giant with a god-like appearance appeared.

Standing 10 meters tall, with a body woven from silver, red, and purple, milky-white eyes radiating a soft glow, and a gleaming pale blue gem on its chest.

What a beautiful and handsome giant!
However, those eyes, which seemed to give off a warm feeling at first glance, were overflowing with cruelty and mockery.

The giant, who had just overshadowed the surrounding rebel leaders, screamed in agony as the rebels, injected with Ebron cells, attacked him.

His figure tumbled and rolled on the sky warship platform, seemingly caught off guard by the rebels.

This seemingly chaotic scene is being played on large screens across the globe, amidst ruins scattered throughout the world.

But then, even more exciting and melodious music started playing on the big screen.

"Diga!"

"Diga!"

"Diga!"

"Go for it, Tiga! Go for it!"

"Tiga! Defeat the monster and protect our city!"

One after another, countless children's innocent encouragement and cheers echoed across these screens.

Immediately afterwards, the original image on the big screen suddenly split in two. The left side still showed the image of the Sky Battleship, while the right side showed the innocent faces of the children.

"Kids! I received your encouragement!"

On the sky battleship, Ultraman Tiga, besieged by the ugly and grotesque Ebloon cell mutants, seemed to gain strength from the encouragement of the children.

"Cha!" His trembling body, which had been lying on the ground, suddenly propped himself up, his wrists intertwined in front of his forehead, crimson light spreading across his body, and he let out a battle roar.

Immediately afterwards, he began to clash with the rebel leaders. Seemingly having gained too much power, his punches and kicks were extremely terrifying, as if he were cutting melons and vegetables, smashing those rebel leaders to pieces!
Li Yang, who had transformed into Ultraman Tiga, seemed to relax all at once. After turning around, his chest heaved, and the gem on his chest flashed red, as if he had exhausted his strength.

However, immediately afterward, the originally rousing music on the big screen suddenly turned somber.

"Tiga! Look behind you!"

"be careful!"

On the screen, the children's faces suddenly turned panicked, and they loudly reminded Tiga.

With flashes of electricity on the sky warship platform, the rebels, who had just been shattered, began to reactivate due to the replenishment of a large amount of electrical energy. They then coalesced into a deformed monster nearly 15 meters tall with numerous heads embedded in its chest.

Those heads that had already lost consciousness continued to weep and scream desperately, and a dazzling light began to condense on a gem-like organ in their chest.

Intense light shot towards the demon.

Seemingly suffering a severe blow, "Tiga" groaned and fell to the ground amidst a burst of sparks. The red light flashing on the gem on his chest stopped after a rapid flicker and turned into a layer of gray. Even his milky white eyes completely lost their light.

"Tiga! Come on!"

"Tiga! Don't lose!"

But then, countless cheers and shouts of encouragement from children continued to echo on the screen.

Then, "Tiga" seemed to regain the strength to stand up. With the flames still burning in its chest, it trembled as it rose to its feet and let out a battle cry: "Cha!"

Soon after, those who continued to resist with all their might until their deaths were annihilated by the dazzling light of "Tiga".

The children on the screen were also cheering and jumping for joy.

And then, the images on the screen finally stopped...

As the video ended, Daigo stood silently in front of the screen, motionless for a long time.

His clenched fists were trembling violently.

He wanted to be angry, he wanted to be sad, but even these emotions were like dried-up springs, unable to flow out of his parched heart.

Because he was once a child on those screens who cheered and encouraged "Ultraman Tiga".

Rumble…

Suddenly, a low rumble of thunder echoed in the sky. Daigo's pale eyes stared at the blurry points of light in the sky, yet he could not even feel sorrow.

He knew that those points of light belonged to children who had been drained of their light and spiritual power, and were now useless.

Daigo was one of them.

By raising them in artificial wombs and nurturing them in a virtual world, we can fill them with hope and make them happy and joyful.

Then, they witness firsthand how terrifying monsters invade their world and how the powerful hero "Tiga" saves them.

Again and again, again and again...

Once each batch of children has been raised to a certain extent, and their cheers gradually weaken during their repeated "heroic battles against monsters," it is time to harvest them.

The most powerful "monster" will defeat the "hero" who has been saving them all along.

Under lethal doses of hormones and psychological interference, hopeful children will unleash their power.

In the light factor conversion device, their inner light and the power of their souls will be completely drained.

This power is directed at the "hero," who will naturally regain the power and then stand up to defeat the "monster."

However, excessive exploitation can severely damage the human body and seriously destroy the soul.

Those who are no longer useful, or those who are completely brain dead, will be recycled and reused.

Those whose spirits are severely damaged but not completely dead will become waste products, thrown out of the breeding farms and given to the resistance fighters, thus providing a continuous source of manpower.

until……

Until, in the resistance of the rebels, in their accumulated courage, they were transformed into "monsters" and became the targets of the "heroes" once again.

How long has this been going on?

Daigo didn't know.

Because he was nothing more than discarded slag; his life and his memories were nothing more than fabricated illusions.

The “heroes” who rule over humanity are so powerful that people cannot even express their hatred or utter a word about them.

Because that would lead to genocide.

People could only fill their hearts with resentment, hatred, fear, and contempt, and deep down, grit their teeth, chanting that title—"Lord of the Defiled Light—Tiga!"

……

After a long silence, Daigo returned to his burrow with the naked-skinned rats he had caught that day, and shared the long-awaited fresh food with his sister Rena.

But that night, he had a dream.

He dreamed of light, he dreamed of... Ultraman Tiga!
(End of this chapter)