What? My cheat code is making my own gold coins explode?

Then, on this joint bone, Kirshtalia himself had to run ahead to deliver it.

Ascending to heaven means standing beside new giants, and standing beside giants means facing Chaos, the primordial god, face to face...

Please, who would be so foolish as to join a bunch of religious fanatics in a suicide pact? Kirshtalia actually did just that.

"Don't worry about me. On the contrary, I see a new hope for all mankind to become gods at this juncture—to become gods who stand shoulder to shoulder with the giants of light."

If Gaia's light originates from mountains, rivers, and all things on Earth, and cannot benefit all living beings, then this newly appeared giant... in Kirshtalia's perception, seems more like pure light, light that can spread.

Therefore, in order to verify what she thought, Kirshtalia decided to go up to the heavens herself and experience the light of the new giants firsthand.

"Zeus, the king of the gods, has fallen, and my plans are almost hopeless. However, I want to see how far Zeus's last trust can go. Even if it means banishing Chaos forever to the rifts in space and time, that would still be a remarkable achievement."

Kirshtalia's idea was simple: he wanted to witness firsthand, up close, what Zhao Si was doing. In this struggle between himself and Zeus, the king of the gods, they had already been almost completely defeated.

Even if the alien god descended upon the Lostbelt of the Atlantic, he would still be helpless against the Crimson Sky Scar that stretches across Olympus from east to west. In comparison, why can't we trust the new giant who has already defended against Chaos's attack?

"Kainese, Twin Goddess, would you like to witness this moment with me?"

As Kirshtalia summoned the Hidden Ones' private airship and prepared to board, she turned to the two Servants behind her and asked a question.

"Hahahahahahaha! I couldn't be happier! Anyway, all the leaders of the Greek gods are dead, and this Lostbelt will be over soon. Wouldn't it be perfect to go and admire the majestic figure of the successor of Zeus, the king of the gods? I should thank this guy properly."

Carrying her anti-Greek spirit to the end, Katniss boarded the spaceship with Kirshtalia, looking much better than before, even though she had been stripped of all the blessings associated with Poseidon.

His spirit origin was forcibly torn apart from the part related to the blessing of Poseidon, the sea god. At most, he fainted from the pain at the time, and when he woke up, his strength was greatly reduced.

But, going up to the heavens is a direct support for Zeus, so it's not a bad deal, right? In fact, it's very much in line with Katniss's style.

Compared to Katniss, the twin goddesses, with their grumpy faces, were truly seething with anger.

"Ha, he's just a thief, what's so special about him? We wouldn't stoop to associating with him."

They cannot go to heaven, nor dare they go to heaven. If this so-called new god discovers that there are heretics among the masses, he might just send the twin gods away with a beam of light.

In any case, fighting Chaos would inevitably come at a cost, and the Dioscuri siblings only needed to wait for the enemy to destroy itself.

"Heh heh, if you're scared, then stay on the ground! Here I come, Kirshtalia!"

Before leaving, Peperoncino taunted the Twin Gods face-to-face, then immediately called out to Kirshtalia to prevent the Servant there from getting carried away and challenging him to a duel.

I can't beat them, I really can't beat them, so I'll just play around and be done with it.

“Let’s go. Kadoc has probably already gotten ahead of us and mingled with the Chaldeans. We should be the ones catching up with him.”

Kirshtalia knew perfectly well what Kadoc Zemrups would do, and after he ascended to heaven, she would simply follow suit.

Beryl smiled and took a big step back, standing with the Gemini Gods and distancing himself from the three people who had boarded the plane.

To believe in this new god, one must entrust one's entire being to him—although religious authoritarian regimes throughout history have relied on the same method.

However, what remains unshaken is precisely this set of propaganda methods that has been passed down through the ages.

For people with little or no faith, being brainwashed by this proclamation and wholeheartedly following a new god is clearly incomprehensible.

However, the Olympian people, who had been immersed in the glory of the gods for tens of thousands of years, were exactly to their liking.

"Hehe, start, start, start!"

Pepe Ronchino suddenly made a funny face, but his teammates were already used to his style. Under the mocking or disdainful gazes from below, the stealthy fighter jet took off.

From afar, the steel torrent, formed by hundreds of millions of citizens of Olympus, appeared as a gradually converging blade under the illumination of the crimson Eye of Chaos.

Even if this so-called combined blade is utterly insignificant in the face of Chaos's immense power, and could easily annihilate them all with a single shot...

That's enough, as long as the intention is there.

The stealthy machine, merging into the torrent of steel, caused no ripples, but as the masses continued to rise and docked beside new giants, it continued to radiate its own little light.

"My body is gradually emitting points of light. I am clearly human, but my body is gradually turning into points of light... Will I die? Of course I am not afraid of death. This body is already broken and dilapidated. What does it matter if I offer up my soul?"

The next moment, inside the Hidden One's private machine, Kirshtalia's body was the first to disappear, leaving only a set of clothes behind.

Peperoncino really wanted to tell the other man that he didn't actually need to take off his clothes, but since the guy was in such a hurry to offer himself, he went ahead first.

Kirshtalia is incredibly passionate about hope.

"Hehe, let me join in this light too~ Lady Katniss, why is it that even a Servant like you can come in?"

"Enough with the nonsense. Less talk, more action. This foreigner helped me break through Poseidon's power in my spirit origin. I'm celebrating with fireworks every day. How could it be as useless as those machines of the gods?"

Then, the points of light converged and flowed into Ultraman Tiga's body.

"Charge! Tiga!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

PS: There should still be some left for today.

Chapter 106: Shining Ultraman Tiga (Edited, please refresh the page)

Fujimaru Ritsuka's feelings were strange.

In this light, he felt as if he were in a cloud, a soft, almost imperceptible feeling of being enveloped and filled with his entire being, enveloping his mind and body.

"Fly to a higher place!" another voice shouted to Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Ah, it was Zhao Si. He was the one who helped me activate the Spark Lens, merging into one and transforming me into Ultraman Tiga.

However, the enemy that he and Zhao Si had to face was Chaos, the primordial god from Greek mythology.

Will it win?

Thus, the Zepelion Ray was fired, but returned empty-handed, because the place it attacked was still nothingness.

"What kind of cheating guy is this? He can clearly influence the attack on Olympus at will, but he won't allow the counterattack to fall on himself?"

No matter how powerful the attack, it's useless if it misses its target.

It was quite awkward. Fujimaru Ritsuka could clearly feel that the power she and Zhao Si possessed after their transformations was no less than that of any enemy they had encountered before, but they lacked the means to strike their opponents across realms.

"What to do next?"

Tiga raised the Ultra Shield, blocking all of Chaos's attacks at the forefront, preventing any from leaking out.

There is no limit to light, no limit to steely resolve, but the foreigner, still recovering from serious injuries, is about to give up.

"At this point, all you need to do is trust other people. You've been through this kind of thing more than anyone else, haven't you?"

Trust your teammates; at least none of the people surrounding Fujimaru Ritsuka are pure bots.

Zhao Si believed he had done what he was supposed to do, and that he could leave the rest to others to help him.

"Zhao Si? Zhao Si, don't fall asleep yet, at least wait until everyone arrives!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka could sense that the people around her were going downhill simply by feeling a sense of empathy.

A damaged body can also affect one's mental state; having such self-destructive thoughts is already teetering on the edge of shutting down.

"No... I'm not quite done for yet, but can you hear other people's voices? Can you hear someone... praying for me?"

“Voices? Voices are coming from all directions, embracing you to become the newest and last God-King of the Lostbelt… This is truly the most Olympusian way.”

Zhao Si heard it first, while Fujimaru Ritsuka was a beat behind. But as the prayer grew clearer and louder, the power of the two of them and Dig broke through the original limits and continued to rise.

"It is Adele and Macarios who are leading the people of Olympus to believe in you... Even in Atlantis, where communication has been cut off, there are people who were once protected by you. The people on the island of Hercules have also heard the announcement from Olympus. Is it because Hephaestus is living in two places at the same time?"

Chaldea had been taken care of by Hephaestus when they were in Atlantis. After arriving in Olympus and awakening Prometheus Hephaestus, he unconditionally stood by Pan-Human History and Chaldea, for the simplest reason that "Pan-Human History still has a future."

Thus, in this fervent veneration of the new gods and remembrance of the old, the citizens of Olympus and the exiles of Atlantis became connected with the new gods at the same moment.

Zhao Si and Fujimaru Ritsuka had a strange feeling, as if everyone's consciousness had become their own "tentacles" reaching outward, encompassing the entire Atlantic Lostbelt:

Sky, earth, ocean, the world and humankind.

Having gathered the power of all the Greek gods and the faith of all the people, Zhao Si now receives a truly solid position—he is the only god of the Atlantic Lostbelt, undisputed and rightfully so.

“I heard the call of the Chaldeans, and they are flying toward us.”

“I also heard the prayers of the people, and they are flying higher and higher.”

The transformation was only a fleeting moment during the initial transformation, but now, Tiga's entire body radiates golden light, and the Ultra Shield generated around him is also tinged with gold, completely blocking the Sky Scar that stretches across the Olympian sky.

The Eye of Chaos, comparable to a giant sun, was obscured, and the blood-red sky returned to clarity.

"Zhao Si, what should we do next?"

"Unwavering resolve, unparalleled courage—charge forward and blast Chaos to smithereens!"

Stinfalis arrived beside Tiga, and his entire body was bathed in Tiga's gold.

Only one person stepped out from Stinfallis and stood on the fuselage.

A shimmering shield enveloped the Sword Saint, who shouted from 200,000 meters in the air:

"Rest assured! I promised everyone that even if Guanyin Bodhisattva indicated this was my end, I would never die now! I would never die at the moment I raise my sword!"

To strike with a more relaxed and composed attitude, instead of unleashing a single blow that obliterates one's own spiritual foundation, one must pave the way forward for all living beings.

Namo Sanskrit, even the Bodhisattva Avalokiteshvara would be unable to help but open his eyes upon seeing this.

So Miyamoto Musashi swung his sword, cleaving [ ] and severing [ ], dedicating this strike that reached the realm of emptiness to the "window" between the Eye of Chaos and the present world.

The next moment, heat thousands of times hotter than before emanated from the broken "window," because Miyamoto Musashi's strike was not intended to stop Chaos's progress, but rather to help the opponent escape from the spacetime rift in the universe.

However, it can be blocked.

More and more believers piloted their own aircraft into the sky to be with Tiga. Every person and every aircraft was bathed in a dazzling light, blocking Chaos's increasingly terrifying power.

No one was afraid. Everyone who stood beside Tiga witnessed his greatness immediately, and from then on, their belief in the supreme status of the new god was deeply rooted.

The people of Olympus did not need to change their common sense; their common sense was that man walks with the gods, and man follows and pursues the gods.

"Kirshtalia? Pepe? And that divine servant, Katniss, the three of them are here too."

Not only Fujimaru Ritsuka, but also the Chaldea members on the Stinfallis could sense the approach of the Hidden One's private machine. Kirshtalia, Peperoncino, and the Divine Servant Katniss on the private machine all sincerely believed in Zhao Si's identity and status.

At this moment, the mental strength of the three was no different from that of ordinary people. If it weren't for the undisguised recklessness of the Hidden One's special machine, no one would have noticed the two Hidden Ones and the half-crippled God Servant who had infiltrated the area.

"The next time we meet will be the time for our final battle, but for now, I think we can temporarily put aside our past grievances in order to banish Chaos from this world."

When Kirshtalia was bathed in the radiant light, she sensed this power belonging to humanity.