Ultraman: Invincible from Saving Tiga.

Chapter 187: Single-handedly defeating the entire world!
Soon, as the images of the victims were played repeatedly in the live stream, gasps and cries began to erupt from the crowd.

“That…that’s Yamada-kun from next door, isn’t it? He disappeared three years ago. The police said he ran away from home…how could he be here?” A housewife covered her mouth, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"Baka! That girl who got electrocuted was my junior in college! She said she could see things that others couldn't, and everyone thought she was mentally ill. So she dropped out of school. Turns out... she was taken to a place like this!"

"How dare they? How dare they do this!"

A middle-aged man roared at the screen. His younger brother, a young man who claimed he could bend a spoon with his mind, mysteriously disappeared five years ago on a rainy night, never to be seen again, neither alive nor dead.

Now, he finally knows the answer.

Being taken to that hellish research institute meant being stripped of one's status as a "human being".

Since they are no longer human, they naturally have no human rights.

Without human rights, any kind of slice or experiment can be done.

In an instant, public resentment and anger boiled over across the entire Japanese archipelago.

At the same moment, the world was plunged into unprecedented panic and outrage.

The international community responded with the fastest and most decisive action.

Within an hour, governments around the world, with unprecedented tacit agreement, simultaneously announced the recall of their ambassadors to Japan and the expulsion of all Japanese diplomats from their territories.

The unprecedented comprehensive economic sanctions, like a net cast from heaven, instantly and completely locked down the island nation of Japan.

Freeze all overseas assets.

Implement a comprehensive trade embargo, including on energy, food, and all critical strategic materials.

All international flights and shipping to and from Japan have been cancelled.

At the same time, global financial markets completely excluded Japan.

The public's anger was far more intense than the official sanctions.

Large-scale anti-Japanese demonstrations erupted globally, with numerous overseas branches of Japanese companies being stormed by angry mobs, and flags bearing the Hinomaru logo being burned in public.

Online, Japan is portrayed as a "demon," a "madman," and "the gravedigger of all mankind."

Everyone went crazy.

Even those who had never watched Ultraman before quickly learned about a terrifying fact that they would never forget, through official emergency science popularization or word-of-mouth from people around them.

Ultraman, this mysterious giant from the universe, has a standard unit of individual combat power called "Exploding Planet".

What is a "star explosion"?

It's very simple, literally: destroy a planet.

For them, destroying the Earth doesn't even require complicated methods; simply shining a few rays of light continuously at the Earth's core would be enough to trigger the most extreme geological disaster.

Earth will take matters into its own hands and clean up all life on its surface.

And now, the Japanese government, this gambler who is foolish to the extreme, has actually handed this malice, enough to destroy the world a hundred times over, into the hands of this god.

Inside the underground base.

Lin Yu had already left the camera's view.

He carried Xinxing Mian and walked step by step toward the deepest part of the base.

Within three hours, global voices had reached unprecedented heights.

He finally reached the central control room.

The place was deserted, with only a cold corpse kneeling before the commander's seat.

It was the commander who had knelt down and begged for mercy before.

He committed seppuku.

A halberd was plunged deep into his abdomen, and dark red blood stained the floor beneath him.

Lin Yu stared at the corpse expressionlessly.

With a thought, he unleashed the power of the space-time realm.

Everything that had happened in the past three hours flashed through his mind like a fast-forwarded movie.

He saw that the commander had stayed behind alone after everyone else had evacuated.

He saw him straighten his uniform, kneel down solemnly, and draw his wakizashi.

He saw him plunge the blade into his abdomen without hesitation, drawing a cross.

The intense pain contorted his face; his mouth gaped open, as if he wanted to beg the "kaishakunin" beside him to behead him and end this long agony. But there was no one beside him.

Those subordinates who had once obeyed him without question had long since fled this hellish place where they were about to be purged; no one was willing to stay and put an end to his ridiculous "bushido."

And so, in this boundless pain and regret, he wailed for a full three hours before finally shedding his last drop of blood in humiliation and despair.

Lin Yu watched all this, but a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Seppuku?

In the so-called Bushido spirit of Japan, this is seen as an honorable sacrifice.

This suffering was deliberately inflicted, because in their view, it was enough to demonstrate their honor and determination in facing death.

This commander did not believe he was guilty until his death.

He just felt unlucky, that he had become the scapegoat who was pushed out to take the blame for everything.

He believed that sacrificing himself for the Emperor, for the Prime Minister, and for the country was an unparalleled honor.

Of course, more than anything, he probably wanted to escape the impending military court, the condemnation of the world, and the public opinion that would tear him apart.

"wanna die?"

Lin Yu smiled.

"Did I approve it?"

He reached out and gently squeezed the already cold corpse.

The power of time and space began to flow backwards within him.

The blood that had congealed flowed back into his body, and the gruesome wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The commander suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for breath, his face filled with bewilderment and the terror of surviving a close call.

Is he still alive?

"Clang."

A cold, shovel-shaped weapon was thrown in front of him.

Lin Yu's voice, like a demon's whisper from the deepest hell, rang in his ears.

"continue."

"You will be in endless suffering and will never reach the reality called 'death'."

The commander's pupils contracted to their maximum size in an instant, and boundless fear completely engulfed him.

He raised his head in despair, looked at the expressionless young man in front of him, and let out a hysterical roar.

"I did it all for His Majesty the Emperor! For the Prime Minister! For this country! For our people!"

"In the end, you all know the truth, don't you?"

Lin Yu slowly squatted down, met his gaze, and spoke in a terrifyingly calm voice.

"You know this child is connected to Ultraman. But you still did it."

"It's nothing more than another high-stakes gamble that puts the fate of the nation at stake."

For them, gambling on the fate of the nation is something ingrained in their very being.

They won their gamble in the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1895.

In the Russo-Japanese War, they won their gamble again.

Their successive victories inflated their egos to the extreme, making them believe that they were destined for greatness.

Until the final Qin-Hua War, they suffered a crushing defeat.

But they still wanted to turn things around.

This time, however, they placed their bet on an Ultraman.

Blame yourself.

Lin Yu will not indulge them.

He stood up, no longer looking at the man who had completely collapsed, turned around, hugged Shinseiki Mian, and left this filthy place.

This man's time has been frozen.

Even if he did nothing, he would still commit seppuku, die, and then come back to life. That's Lin Yu's...
Golden Requiem!
(End of this chapter)