I am Gatanothor, Seven x Human Form

My dark circles have turned from black to purple, spreading from the upper half of my face to the lower half. My hair is falling all over the bed, and my handsome looks are fading. Am I going to go from a pretty boy to a balding, balding guy?

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Chapter 107 The Dark Ruler is a Good Person

The two walked towards the shadowy area of ​​the village.

Seven, hidden inside Wumaquan's body, constantly peered around, trying to see if there were any other hidden dark entities.

A simple trip back in time to capture a strange guy resulted in encountering inexplicable darkness. It has to be said, life on Earth is truly full of disasters.

The village wasn't far from Wumaquan; it was only a ten-minute walk. Wumaquan, in a hurry, quietly slipped into the jungle, using his extraordinary physique to transform into a ninja and swiftly traverse the trees.

Occasionally, children playing in the woods would see it and exclaim "Holy crap!" After rubbing their eyes, they would no longer see Wumaquan.

We arrived at the village of shadows.

A sign stands in the soil next to it—Hikono Street.

The surrounding mountains are densely forested, showing no sign of the future prosperity filled with high-rise buildings.

It still looks like a small village now, with lights flickering occasionally, but the lights never stay on all night, and not every house is brightly lit.

There were quite a few people out and about during the day, so it didn't feel lifeless.

A rural atmosphere greets you. Small bridges, flowing water, and houses; women washing clothes by the river.

"What a bygone era," Wu Maquan said, glancing around. If the construction team's inspector were here, this place would probably be marked as a dangerous building.

"I felt something was off as soon as I came in. I hadn't noticed it from the outside, but there seemed to be a faint darkness lurking among the crowd. It's really good at hiding." Seven carefully sensed the area, but couldn't pinpoint its source. He just felt that this aura was everywhere.

This made him curse inwardly: "How despicable and cunning is darkness, possessing this power and hiding among the people."

Wumaquan: "..."

Although he knew Seven wasn't insulting him.

But something just doesn't sound right.

He paused briefly, then ignored it and continued walking.

Wandering freely through the village.

The villagers were somewhat surprised by Wumaquan, this outsider.

They seemed surprised that someone from out of town would come to their village, which was so remote, isolated, and impoverished.

However, they would only glance at it a few times before going about their own business. Although they lived the same repetitive life every day, they weren't as busy now as they would be in the future. Many of them did what they liked, such as playing cards together.

Wumaquan circled the entire village. The village wasn't large, and it was easy to walk around it all.

On the surface, there was nothing unusual about it; it was just like an ordinary, unremarkable village.

Without saying a word, Wumaquan grabbed a villager and asked him if there were any strange legends around the village.

You should know that before the country became strong, there were many demons and monsters.

"Ah, are you a fan of strange tales?" The villager who was randomly asked looked at Wumaquan's attire with curiosity. It did look strange and was not in line with their current fashion. However, the material of the clothes looked exquisite. He guessed that Wumaquan was probably the son of some nouveau riche.

Wumaquan's attire did fit the image of a strange tale enthusiast in the eyes of the villagers.

The villager thought for a moment and said, "There is indeed a legend in our village that has been passed down from the older generation. Don't take it lightly; it still comes true even now."

"What is it?" Wumaquan asked curiously.

"That means don't go out after dark. Of course, going out after dark isn't the most important factor, but if you're walking on the road at night and hear someone calling from behind, 'Come play, come play with Obik,' that's a disaster. At that moment, absolutely, positively, do not turn around. If you do, you'll be captured by a monster called Obik. It's said that those captured will have their hair turn completely white overnight because their life essence has been drained." The villager looked terrified. He had heard this story since he was a child, but he didn't find it unbelievable at all, simply because his companion had fallen victim to it.

Wu Maquan blinked, having gotten the answer directly from the villagers. Now there was no need for further investigation or searching.

The place was covered in shadow because of Obik's presence.

Others may not know Obik. But Wumaquan remembers some things: Obik, who went to war because he missed his old village, only wanted to scare others and protect the village of the past.

There was actually no act of harming anyone.

It's just a prank at most.

Those who were captured and returned with completely white hair did so because they were excessively frightened, not because their vital energy had been drained.

Wu Maquan pondered that there were so many talented and extraordinary people in ancient times. If Obik was really an evil monster, he probably wouldn't have survived to the present day.

Where can we expect to reach the era of technological and informational development?

People like Jing Tian and Jing Long would probably be most intolerant of monsters that harm the people. They would be the first to annihilate evil.

Having received the answer, Wumaquan lost any desire to pursue the enemy. There was no need; it was better to go back and find Chariga, perhaps even catching the First Generation's appearance.

However, Seven was unaware of Obik's background.

When he heard that monsters could drain people's life force, his desire to destroy them intensified. A warm heart is essential; friends are found everywhere… provided it doesn't endanger lives. Since the monsters were affecting the life force of the local residents, Ultraman Seven couldn't stand idly by.

“Wuma, it seems we need to wait here for them to come out at night. Since they only appear at night, let’s wait here until then and capture them in one fell swoop,” Seven suggested.

"..." Wuma Quan knew that Seven's thinking was definitely not the same as his, and could even be described as cruel. He wanted to refuse, but then he thought that since Obik was not an evil monster, but only wanted to preserve his past existence, he had already come to the past. Rather than waiting for Obik to reappear in the future and be destroyed by Tiga and the GUTS team, he might as well give Obik a heads-up in advance and change his mindset.

Holding onto the past and reminiscing about what once was cannot be considered a bad thing. However, if one remains trapped in past memories, stagnant and unwilling to move forward, then, just as learning is like rowing against the current—if you don't advance, you fall behind—it becomes a bad thing.

After Wumaquan understood this, he nodded silently.

I didn't intend to explain to Seven. It's possible, but unnecessary. There's no rush; it's better to wait until Obik appears before making a decision.

............

Director's Office, Tsuburaya Productions.

Daigo was inexplicably dragged to the film set to shoot a movie.

He looked at the group of strangers and didn't know what to do. Fortunately, his companions were quite helpful. He didn't even need to ask anything. Seeing him standing there motionless, his companions took the initiative to give him his tools and let him get to work.

His job only involves filming and acting for the show.

After a series of procedures were completed, quite some time had passed.

Daigo was also criticized for his clothes by his "colleagues".

Then he came out looking completely bewildered.

He hadn't walked far when he bumped into someone who looked exactly like him.

The two looked at each other, exchanging glances.

They all looked astonished.

However, they didn't waste any time and went straight to where they needed to work.

Daigo scratched his cheek; things had happened rather strangely today. He had no idea where Wuma Izumi and Seven had gone.

He looked around and decided to start by looking for Charika's presence here.

After all, the entrance to the cave is here. The other side will probably end up here eventually.

Before Daigo could search for long, he saw Charika's face appear on a warehouse wall.

"Stop!" Daigo pulled out his Victory Hyper gun from his waist and decisively gave chase.

When Charika saw Daigo rushing over with great momentum, he shrank back and disappeared outside.

Daigo thought he could follow along, but instead bumped into something that made him dizzy and disoriented.

"Ouch..." Daigo, in pain, ran around to the back of the warehouse to check.

But by the time he arrived, it was already empty.

Charika was nowhere to be seen.

This greatly disappointed Daigo. He could only continue searching in the vicinity.

And the search continued until nightfall.

They didn't even see a hair of Charika again.

.............

Wumaquan and Saiwen made no attempt to hide themselves in the village. On the contrary, they walked casually down the street.

Only in this way can we lure Obik out.

If they were to actively seek out Obik, who knows how long it would take.

However, it would be much easier and simpler if Obik came to them on his own initiative.

Wumaquan looked around and saw that the doors of every house were tightly shut, and few people were out walking around. The legend of Obik was still deeply ingrained in people's minds at this time.

He walked on, completely unconcerned.

Perhaps because he was the only one walking on the street, he was immediately noticed by Obik.

A faint, ethereal voice echoed in the darkness, coming from all directions. The weeds rustled in the wind, the stars twinkled in the sky, and the cold wind was biting.

The light in front of a house was flickering and making a buzzing sound as if it were short-circuiting.

"Come play, come play with Obik~"

A hollow sound filled my ears, and a chilling silence enveloped the surroundings, as if it were a place of absolute stillness. Even the cicadas that had been chirping fell silent.

The leaves rustled and fell in a flurry, scattering onto the ground.

There are withered yellows, tender greens... all blending together with the soil.

Wumaquan had a keen eye for his surroundings; an ordinary person might have been genuinely frightened by it.

But he was no ordinary person.

The existence of ghosts and monsters could not harm him in the slightest.

He ignored the villagers' previous advice and turned back after hearing those words.

When he turned around, he immediately felt a powerful attraction, as if it was trying to pull him to some place.

But he stood firmly in place, as if rooted to the spot.

A powerful force of light converged at the soles of his feet, constantly resisting this attraction. His clothes billowed in the wind, yet he remained completely still.

The lanterns hanging in the nearby houses were all damaged because of this attraction, which lingered for a long time.