Ultraman: Invincible from Saving Tiga.

Chapter 441 is a copy?! My DNA moved!!
Colonizing planets.

The roar of the chainsaw abruptly stopped.

Under the threat of death, the Cherb alien spilled everything he knew.

The power behind him is far greater than these villains imagine.

Surprisingly, a member of the Interstellar Alliance was also involved.

What he controls is merely the tip of the iceberg of this dark industry chain in the current galaxy.

Upon hearing the title "Interstellar Alliance Councilor," the previously arrogant villains instantly calmed down.

They looked at each other, both seeing a hint of hesitation in each other's expressions.

"This...this is troublesome."

One of the thugs muttered under his breath, "We're just bad guys; we can't afford to mess with big shots like that."

"Yes, if we are wanted by the Interstellar Alliance, we will really be trapped with nowhere to go."

"How about... we ask that person for help?"

In an instant, the morale that had just been high plummeted to rock bottom.

"A bunch of trash!"

Seeing their cowardly behavior, the Mefilas alien was furious. He slammed his fist on the table and roared:
"Have you forgotten what that lord said? We still have our lives, don't we?!"

He was stunned as soon as he finished speaking.

Yes, we still have this life, don't we?
He suddenly realized that he had also been fooled by the title of "Interstellar Alliance Councilor" and had forgotten his biggest trump card for a moment.

Just then, a familiar figure slowly emerged from the shadows of the room.

It was Jugglus Juggler.

He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching with amusement the group of guys who had been full of bravado one second and cowered the next.

"That sir said..."

Jugglus's voice was completely calm.

"Each person has ten lives. You decide what to do."

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Immediately, a deafening celebration erupted.

"Ten lives!?"

"Hahahaha! Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, B, A, we have ten lives!"

"If that's the case, then what's there to be afraid of!?"

A thug excitedly jumped onto the table, waving his arms and roaring, "So what if he's a councilor? The fairest thing in this world is that everyone only has one life, but we have ten! The advantage is in my hands!"

"That's right, brothers, it's time to pull out our treasured self-destructing bumper boats that we've kept for years."

"Dry!"

The fear vanished, replaced by an almost manic excitement.

With ten chances to be resurrected, they essentially have ten opportunities to act recklessly.

No matter the conspiracies or schemes, no matter the overwhelming power, they all become utterly vulnerable in the face of absolute, costless self-destruction.

Looking at his men, whose fighting spirit had been rekindled, the Mefilas aliens were filled with pride.

He seemed to already see the magnificent sight of the Tiga Salvation Light Cult's banners being planted throughout the entire universe.

The Cherb aliens, drained of all their intelligence, looked at this group of madmen and spoke in a trembling voice:
"I...that's all I know...Can...can you let me leave?"

A scoundrel walked over with a grin and patted his enormous head.

"Sorry, but we wicked people don't keep our promises to bad people."

His smile turned cold.

"Especially someone like you who traffics people."

He turned around and waved at the door behind him.

“Go and say these words to the children you’ve abducted, and see if they’re willing to forgive you.”

squeak-

The heavy iron gate was slowly pushed open.

Outside the door, there were many small figures standing.

It was those children from various planets who were rescued.

Their numb, empty eyes were now staring intently at the enormous figure in the room that had once filled them with immense fear.

In their hands, they clutched stones, sticks, and anything else they could find that could be used as weapons.

……

When the first rays of sunlight in the morning shine through the planet's polluted atmosphere onto the ground...

The children emerged from the dark building.

Although their faces still bore a trace of timidity and bewilderment, a glimmer of hope had been rekindled in their once lifeless eyes.

They approached the group of grotesque, terrifying cosmic villains, who looked even more horrifying than human traffickers, and timidly bowed deeply to them. "Thank you... thank you, uncles."

The childish voice trembled slightly, yet it was incredibly sincere.

A ruthless villain who usually kills without blinking an eye, for some reason, felt a slight touch on something in his heart as he watched this scene.

"This...this is the flower of the universe's future..."

He couldn't help but sigh.

Another scoundrel chimed in, "Yes, speaking of which, how did that sir arrange for these children?"

All eyes were on the Mefilas aliens.

The alien from Mefilas cleared his throat and struck a pose of leadership.

"Based on race and planetary origin, those who can be sent back should be sent back."

“Those who can no longer find their home, or whose home planet has been destroyed, will be raised by our church to establish the ‘Diga Light Welfare Institute’ and raised until adulthood.”

"If they are willing and talented, they are welcome to join our Ultraman Tiga Salvation Light Cult after they come of age to fight for the future of the universe."

He paused, his eyes sharpening as he scanned each of his men present.

"In short, don't you dare have any wicked ideas about these children."

"Otherwise, you know what kind of methods that lord has."

The thugs trembled and bowed repeatedly, indicating that they absolutely dared not.

Having explained everything, the Mefilas alien looked at this scene of rebirth and felt an unprecedented sense of accomplishment.

He suddenly felt that being a "good person" might... be pretty good?

At least, it's much more exciting than being a pure villain before.

Meanwhile, in the distant depths of the universe, on planet O-50, at the pinnacle of warriors.

A black streak of light pierced the sky and landed precisely on the mountain peak that radiated sacred light.

The enormous, pitch-black giant stood silently.

His milky-white eyes scanned the surroundings without any emotional fluctuation.

A moment later, he raised his hand, and two beams of light shot out from his palms, flying towards the halo of light at the top of the Warrior's Peak.

These were the two tasks that Lin Yu had packaged up for him.

[Mission: Explore the origins of the cosmic demon Baal-Zib. Completed.]

[Long-running side quest: The Warrior's Growth. Completed.]

Upon receiving the mission information, the Ring of Light erupted with dazzling light, and two massive energy surges instantly flowed into Dark Tiga's body.

However, Dark Tiga simply endured all of this silently, without even the slightest tremor in his body.

He was nothing more than an emotionless work machine.

Just then, a streak of light appeared from the universe and shot straight toward the Warrior's Peak.

As the light faded, Kai's figure appeared at the foot of the mountain at the summit of warriors.

He looked up at the halo of light that radiated a sacred aura, his heart filled with awe and longing.

However, the next second, the expression on his face froze.

At the summit, in front of the Ring of Light, stood a pitch-black giant.

Kai knew that figure and that silhouette to the core.

But what emanated from the giant was a dense, almost tangible, cold, and evil aura of darkness.

This aura was completely out of place with the sacred radiance of the Warrior's Peak, even dimming the surrounding light.

The Warrior's Summit has been invaded?

Kai's heart sank, his body tensed instinctively, he gripped the holy sword and rushed to the mountain peak, shielding the enormous halo of light behind him.

He stared warily at the dark giant, his mind racing.

"who are you?"

Kai tried to speak, and his voice echoed across the empty mountaintop.

The giant opposite did not respond. Its eyes, which should have been warm and milky white, were now empty and lifeless, like a soulless shell.

If it weren't for the suffocating darkness, Kai would have almost blurted out "Master".

They look so alike, they're practically identical.

He sensed it carefully and quickly realized something was wrong.

Although this giant exuded a powerful sense of oppression, his movements revealed an extremely slight, almost imperceptible stiffness.

Like a... manipulated puppet.

A copy?
The thought popped into Kai's mind.

Which evil bastard copied Master's appearance and dares to desecrate the pinnacle of warriors?
An instinctive sense of disgust arises spontaneously; Ultraman always feels an indescribable discomfort towards these lifelike replicas.

Noah, Dyna, Gaia, Agul, Cosmos, Mebius, and all the Ultra Brothers: Is this a clone?! My DNA is stirred!!
(End of this chapter)