They traveled through time at the same time, but the villainous scientist

Chapter 270 Memories of the Ancient Times
Several days later, at the underground research base in Kumamoto City

"Can memories... really be inherited through genes?"

Daigo stared at the enormous, futuristic-looking machine before him and asked with some suspicion.

Although he studied architectural design in college, he still had some basic biological knowledge.

"Indeed, conventional genes, or DNA as we generally understand it, primarily function to carry the blueprint of biological traits and do not have the function of storing experiential memories."

However, Daigo, the ancient genes within us don't belong to the conventional category.

Masaki Keigo walked to the control panel, pulled up several complex spiral structure diagrams, and explained.

This is the ancient genetic map of him and Daigo's bodies, and this genetic map is completely different from the regular genetic map.

In the Assassin's Creed world, the Animus, a device that reads DNA memories, is possible because the humans of that world are creations of the Isu.

The Isu people possess a sixth sense of knowledge that transcends the five senses. This characteristic is encoded into the human genome, giving them the ability to record information.

In the Naruto world, it's due to the unique properties of chakra...

What he did was simply decode the information within it, building upon the previous work.

In this world, the genes of the ancient warriors also possess similar properties. Over the years, he has been trying to find a corresponding decoding method to reverse engineer the vast amount of information contained within them.

The final result is this machine in front of you...

"That makes sense..."

Daigo scratched his head. This gene had turned them into light, so it wasn't incomprehensible that they could inherit memories.

"Alright, you'll see once you try it..."

Masaki Keigo finished the adjustments and then gestured for Daigo to lie down on the instrument.

Daigo nodded, and with a somewhat uneasy feeling, walked towards the device and lay down on the recliner.

As Masaki Keigo operated the device, it slowly descended, securing Daigo in place.

The transparent mask closed completely, isolating the outside world from sound.

"Are you ready?"

Masaki Keigo's voice came through the built-in communicator.

"bring it on."

As Daigo finished speaking, the device was officially activated.

hum-

An indescribable feeling instantly enveloped Daigo's entire body.
It was neither an electric current nor a drug-induced daze; it was a wondrous experience of consciousness being gently detached from the body and then immersed in an endless torrent of information.

Countless points of light, symbols, and sounds flashed past his eyes, as if he were traveling through a time tunnel made of memories.

In a daze, all the chaos suddenly subsided.

Daigo found himself standing in a primeval jungle, sunlight filtering through the dense canopy and casting dappled shadows.

He looked down at his hands, which were the hands of a young boy, slightly rough but full of strength.

He was no longer Daigo, but an ancient boy named Amui.

The feeling was quite strange, like experiencing someone else's experience in the first person; his consciousness overlapped with that of the boy named Amui.

Just as he was adjusting to his new situation, a series of urgent cries for help came from not far away.

Amui, or rather, Daigo, who was placed in Amui's perspective, ran towards the sound without hesitation. Pushing aside the last clump of bushes, the sight before him froze Daigo's mind: a huge airplane was stuck in the cliff.

Amui then found a boy nearby wearing a tight-fitting uniform. Although the style and color scheme were different, the uniform had the Victory Team logo printed on it.

isn't it?
Daigo's expression was a bit strange. According to Masaki Keigo, he should have experienced his ancestor's memories, right?
Why would members of the Victory Team appear in his ancestors' memories?

What happened next made Daigo feel that his worldview was being reshaped time and time again, and he even began to wonder if there was something wrong with Masaki Keigo's machine.

First, there was a female swordsman named Mahorobaba, who wielded a seemingly ordinary katana. Despite being a mortal, she used her incredibly skillful swordsmanship to cut down a monster that was over ten meters long.

After the battle, she even took out a simple-looking bronze magic light stick from her bosom!

The GUTS boy who rescued him, who called himself "Tsubasa," looked up at the starry sky after getting to know him and told him with a mix of longing and pride: "I heard my mother say that a long time ago, my father used a Spark Lens like this to become the Giant of Light called Tiga and saved the world time and time again."

Dad... Ultraman Tiga... GUTS...

Isn't this talking about him?
This boy named Yi is actually his son?

It was as if a thunderbolt had exploded in Daigo's mind, leaving him completely stunned.

Until he saw the winged boy take out a photo from his pocket; the photo was of his sister, a girl named Hikari.

The moment Daigo saw the girl, he realized that the mother the boy was talking about must be Rena.

Hehe ~
Thinking of this, Daigo's face lit up with a bright smile.

He did have feelings for Lina, but he never dared to confess. He never imagined they'd have children together, a son and a daughter!
With this understanding, he felt increasingly close to the boy named Yi, and the subsequent memories seemed to be filtered through a strange lens.

He looked at himself, or rather Amui, fighting alongside Wing and Mahorobaba, through a thrilling adventure.

Finally, at the most critical moment, Amui inherited the bronze Spark Lens. Amid everyone's anticipation, he raised it high and transformed into light—transforming into Ultraman Tiga. With overwhelming force, he saved the village and everyone else.

……

"Is this... part of the spin-off storyline?"

Outside, at the research base's control panel, Masaki Keigo watched the last scene flash across the main screen—Amui transformed into the Tiga Giant, standing tall on the earth, his eyes revealing intense interest.

What was playing on the screen was a little-known legend about Ultraman Tiga that he knew—"The Giant Who Revived from the Ancient Times."

That story tells of Daigo's son from the future who, by chance, travels through time and returns to a remote village in the distant past.

Unexpectedly, this history was preserved intact in the depths of Daigo's bloodline as a form of genetic memory.

"The spacetime structure of this world is truly more wondrous and complex than I imagined..."

Masaki Keigo muttered to himself, his fingertips tapping lightly on the control panel, beginning to move Daigo's memories toward the past.

The next point in time is in the far past...

The image on the main screen changed drastically once again after a brief flicker.

The primeval jungle and quaint villages receded like the tide, replaced by a breathtakingly magnificent landscape.

A magnificent city, whose beauty defies description, appeared on the screen.

Streamlined aerial vehicles weave between towering skyscrapers, whose surfaces shimmer with an aura of energy, their design blending cutting-edge technology with sacred classical aesthetics.

The massive pyramids are not made of rock, but of some kind of pure white energy crystals, radiating a soft and eternal light.

This is a city from 30 million years ago, a city of ancient humans...

(End of this chapter)