Ultraman cubs begin to wreak havoc.

"Something interesting seems to have happened here... I'm so curious~~~~~"

344 Primal Creation: Huh? (Second Update)

The Primal Essence was still being hunted down by Noah, a fact that this Primal Essence creation was well aware of, as it was also considered an avatar of the Primal Essence. Although the purity of this Primal Essence creation was very low in order to avoid being discovered by Noah and his avatars, it didn't matter. Whenever needed, this Primal Essence creation would quietly regenerate, just like the Primal Essence energy that had first visited this place.

The Primal Creator walked on this civilized planet, and as he moved, the local creatures around him were completely unaware of his presence. This was not because the Primal Creator used any skills to conceal his whereabouts, but rather because of his Primal nature, his distorted origin of existence, which caused the creatures of this planet to involuntarily and instinctively choose to ignore his presence in order to ensure their possible safety.

The Primal Creator was also aware of this, but he had no time to deal with it. As a twisted being, even an avatar had certain unique characteristics. If the original Primal Creator were here, he probably wouldn't remember when he created this Primal Creator, or perhaps he wouldn't even remember that this creation ever existed.

After all, it's quite interesting. By chance, during the constant battles with Noah, they discover an old creation and use it to give Noah a little surprise. It's a pretty good part of the game.

Unfortunately, that mysterious engine had already locked onto the whereabouts of the original entity, and with Noah's trans-dimensional abilities, no matter how the original entity changed, Noah could find it immediately and expand the engine's domain to completely negate the distortion caused by the original energy.

So, it's a real shame that the original essence feels so regretful about this matter. If he could have had more freedom, how many unexpected surprises could he have brought to Senior Noah!

Speaking of which, which universe created that damn engine? It's so incredibly effective against me, it's really... really... so interesting!!!

However, what the original essence thinks has nothing to do with this original essence creation. This original essence creation also has a certain degree of distortion at the level of consciousness. It was born in ancient times, but its mind is now empty, without any trace of having experienced a long period of time. While it has some memories of the original essence, it also feels that everything around it is incredibly new, as if it has never seen or experienced anything before.

Now, this primordial creation is very curious about what exactly happened to this universe. Originally, it had already made preparations outside, waiting for the situation inside the universe to worsen before it would take action to make things inside more interesting and more playable.

But in that very instant, everything changed, and almost everything the Primal Creator had hoped for vanished like bubbles. The Primal Creator wasn't angry; he just wanted to know what had happened.

Therefore, he used that kind of pollution to distort that believer, replace his existence, and become a legitimate member of this universe, so as to experience what the rules of this universe have gone through.

But... there was nothing there.

The Primal Creator was still smiling. He looked left and right, but no matter how he looked, he couldn't find anything else that could still make him feel novel, nor could he find anything else that could make him feel the despair he had felt before. It could be said that everything that the Primal Creator had just hoped for was now completely impossible to achieve, and he couldn't even find the reason for it at this moment.

Angry?

How could I be angry about something like this?

The primordial being smiled and casually picked up an unknown fruit, turning it around slightly. Suddenly, the round fruit twitched violently, and the flesh on it began to wriggle like maggots. Before long, the apple opened its mouth, which was covered with sharp teeth, and a snake-like tongue dangled out, dripping a viscous, pale yellow liquid.

Looking at this thing, the Primal Creator rotated it left and right with satisfaction, examining its existence, and then let go, allowing it to fall to the ground—the obedient green fruit in the Primal Creator's hand.

At this moment, it displayed extraordinary madness, but instead of targeting those living beings, it aimed at the land, opened its mouth wide, and began to rush madly into the ground. The soil and rocks disappeared into the interior of this green fruit at an astonishing speed, but this creation showed no sign of growing larger.

And so, this thing plunged deeper and deeper, and during this time, the primordial creation had left the planet and was floating in the universe, watching it with a slight smile, as if waiting for something.

Not long after, the planet burst into a dazzling green light. The pollution and distortion of the primordial matter emanated from the deepest part of the planet, and no organic or inorganic matter on it was spared.

At this moment, the planet that was originally covered with steel artifacts has transformed into a gigantic fleshy body, rotting and plagued. Its massive flesh is filled with decay and emits an unbearable stench.

His skin was bluish-green, rough and necrotic, its surface covered with flowing sores, swollen boils and severe abscesses. Gushing and pulsating organs burst forth from his rotting skin, gushing out like fruit hanging from his waist. From these organs spewed swarms of maggots, gnawing at his rotting intestines and sucking copious amounts of poisonous fluid.

Soon, these maggots will replenish enough energy from this enormous body to travel through space, transforming all the planets they pass by into such decaying bodies, thus achieving faster and more efficient assimilation and turning this universe into a zone of decay and despair.

Of course, the Primal Creator would not stay in this universe, even if it were to become completely desolate, because he disliked this rotten and foul scene, which was completely contrary to his aesthetic sense. But it was precisely for this reason that the Primal Creator wanted to change all universes into this state, so that the universes would suffer eternally and desperately in the form he loathed.

Seriously, could it be that a copy engine just came by here?

Watching the writhing, rotting flesh, the Primal Creature unconsciously pondered. The [Engine] in Noah's hand also possessed a special function: it could periodically generate copies of itself. These copies had similar abilities, but were all weakened versions. Their most important function was to store energy and expand the range of influence that the engine's energy could have, thereby achieving a function similar to an anchor point to stabilize the universe in which it resided.

At the same time, it can also prevent the spread of primordial energy and the pollution of that universe. In a sense, it can be considered as establishing a blockade against primordial matter, forcing it to gradually die within an increasingly smaller range of activity.

However, in this vast universe, it is really unlikely to achieve a blockade by such means. In addition, given the conflict between the primordial matter and the engines, the weaker replication engines would be easily defeated by the primordial matter creations, thus opening gap after gap in the so-called blockade line. Even though Noah spent such a long time, he was unable to establish a perfect closed loop.

Therefore, the biggest function of this [replication engine] is to act as a supply station. After all, this thing is also a creation of the technology side. Although there may be a certain self-generating cycle inside, it mainly relies on Noah's energy to start and transport.

Even though Ultraman Noa is one of the legendary warriors, possessing near-infinite energy and time, he sometimes encounters unexpected events and gets caught up in the design of the Primal. If the memory fragments in the Primal's head are correct, the Primal itself almost separated Noa from the engine once.

After all, Noah is Noah, and the engine is the engine. While the engine is something that is difficult to deceive the original entity with tricks, Noah is not. Anything with life and thought will inevitably have weaknesses.

Ah, if I'm not mistaken, the original entity is probably planning a new trap right now, testing the limits of the engine. After all, that thing is quite fragile in a sense. Although it has extremely terrifying destructive power over the original energy, if it were something else, as long as it could withstand the accompanying assimilation energy, or if it could come into contact with the engine during the assimilation period, there might be unexpected surprises.

Um! ?

What the hell? !

The primordial being was recalling what was in its head, speculating on the possibilities, when it sensed something amiss. Turning its head, it saw that the enormous, decaying planetary body seemed to be surrounded by something, an invisible force that felt somewhat familiar to the primordial being.

But before the primordial creation could figure out exactly when that happened, with the transmission of fluctuations and a bright blue flash, the repulsive, enormous fleshy body disappeared. In its place, the steel-covered planet that had been there was now as if the primordial pollution had never happened.

this.....

this.....

what? !

The Primal Creator felt incredulous that his contamination had been erased so easily. In the scene that had just occurred, he had sensed a familiar feeling, but it happened so fast that even he could not capture the full essence of it in that instant.

What an unexpected surprise!

This time, the Primal Creator smiled knowingly, opened his arms, began to gather his power, and cast it onto the planet that had been restored.

At that moment, the creatures, who were completely unaware of what had just happened, felt a fear suddenly released from the depths of their genes. They looked around in horror. Everything around them looked familiar, but at this moment it gave them an indescribable, extremely strange and terrifying feeling.

Then, in this trembling, dazed state, the nightmarish scene appeared before their eyes, just as described in one of their ancient religious texts: people in shackles walked on the red-hot copper pillar, their charred flesh causing them to scream in agony, and in the end, without exception, they all fell into the embers beneath the copper pillar with twisted and desperate faces, becoming sacrifices to the flames, in exchange for "its" pleasure.

It was like an evil ritual.

But who is 'it'? What kind of existence is it, and why does it seek pleasure from it? At this moment, all the creatures on this planet, no matter what they were doing, subconsciously lowered their heads. They saw it; in those trembling eyes, they really saw other scenes.

Below was not a blazing charcoal fire, but a pool of indescribable scarlet liquid. This liquid seemed to have no source, and the ominous red liquid suddenly changed from being so clear to being unusually viscous. From the cracks torn by the occasional bubbles that rose to the surface, one could vaguely see some “things” floating and sinking in the undercurrent.

At this moment, white smoke, like that that appears when dry ice evaporates, began to drift from the surface of the liquid. A thick and pungent odor was silently invading the space, corroding the mucous membranes of every living being's nasal cavity and throat... That indescribable odor was even assimilating all the air on this planet.

Danger! Danger! Danger!

Reason repeatedly warned the creatures who witnessed all this, urging them to leave this place immediately and escape to other safe places.

However, no matter who they were, when they looked away in terror and prepared to hide, they saw that everyone around them, whether strangers they had never seen before or family members and companions they knew, had all undergone strange changes.

In everyone's field of vision, all other living beings except themselves were looking at the red liquid, their eyes flashing with incomparably fanatical light, their lips curving into a smile-like arc, like believers who had seen a true god, devout and joyful.

They're going crazy! They're going crazy! They're going crazy! They're going crazy! They're going crazy! They're going crazy! They're going crazy! They're going crazy!

Such whispers echoed in everyone's minds, and then they heard strange, rolling, and crashing sounds.

It boiled!

The red liquid boiled!

At this moment, everyone looked at the red liquid again. They finally saw clearly that what was churning in the pool along with the liquid were their corpses, their internal organs, and their shattered souls...

If one doesn't want to truly end up like that, it seems there's only one path to choose right now...

345 Daigo: Huh?! (Third update)

Kill the others, kill the others, kill the others!

Once you've killed the others, throw them into the red liquid below.

Then I wouldn't have suffered such a tragic fate, and I wouldn't have had to experience such a boiling future!

With this thought in mind, the eyes of the creatures on this planet turned bloodshot, and all life fell into an eerie silence, as if their time had been paused by an invisible hand just moments before.

Then, in the next moment, everyone sprang into action, using their hands, feet, tools, and every means that could kill, launching a bestial hunt against their fellow humans. So-called order and emotion completely collapsed in that instant, and endless slaughter erupted on this planet.

And the red blood pool that originally only existed in the illusions of these creatures is gradually and truly descending upon this planet, transforming it once again into a bizarre sight.

Meanwhile, outside the universe, the Primal Creator was observing this planet and the space around it. This time, the Primal Creator deliberately changed its methods, slowing down the process of polluting the planet, in order to see if the strange power from before would appear as a result.

But even after the pollution process ended, the original creation did not see that power reappear, which made him very regretful. He then proceeded to modify the already polluted planet according to his own preferences.

After the original creation was completed, the fields and outing areas were neat and orderly, yet still terrifying. Endless rows of bloody corpses were tied to enormous, grotesque legumes, from which black flowers saturated with blood grew. Blood-stained fruit and excrement were fed to these horrific plants as fertilizer. Every moment of planting and cultivating flowers with each corpse was thoughtfully arranged in its proper place, a heartwarming scene that unfolded every moment on this chilling planet.

On this planet, which has been completely transformed into a garden-like place, under a burning blood-red sky, plantations resembling slaughterhouses are filled with foul-smelling black flowers and strangely fragrant fruits. These flowers are incredibly exquisite, with blood-red lilies wrapped in black tendrils, and an extremely terrifying human face growing in the stamen.

The pungent, intoxicating fragrance of the flowers mingled with the bloody, coppery stench of the fortress. These hallucinogenic scents incite murderous thoughts in those who are hallucinating, causing them to attack anyone, friend or foe, until they are all alone.

In the time that follows, the fragrance of these flowers will continue to spread outwards. When it reaches the outermost edge, this universe will have completely degenerated into a killing field. And who knows, it might even be used as a springboard to continue expanding into other universes.

The Primal Creator was fairly satisfied with its creation. This pollution was a scene it found in its original body's memories, something it seemed to have seen in a game when it was still the innocent Nexus. Now it seems that the original body already possessed the potential to become the monster it is today.

Wait, here it comes!!!

Just as the primordial creation was about to leave, it sensed something and looked at the planet with some surprise. The strange fluctuation reappeared, turning the planet back to its original state.

However, this time, the restoration process was much slower, as if the power used for restoration was almost exhausted.

Indeed, this power of change originated from the essence of Subaru's crystallization. The original crystallization has already dissipated, and what remains here are only remnants. Protected by the rules of [Order], the echoes have not yet completely dissipated.

But it was precisely because of this that the Primal Creator was able to see clearly what was going on. At the same time, his expression changed abruptly. It was because he saw it clearly that he realized that this power had some characteristics of the Primal Distortion Power, but it also had completely different energy changes.

Without exaggeration, if this power were to be compared with the power of primordial distortion, most people would consider the former to be a variant of the latter, which would be tantamount to acknowledging that these two powers should belong to the same origin.

What on earth is going on? What on earth is going on? What on earth is going on?!

The Primal Creator's expression shifted constantly. His familiar definition of Primal was now being challenged. If he were to truly admit it, wouldn't that mean acknowledging that Primal Energy, as a distorted form, could also be distorted and misinterpreted by other things? Then what exactly was Primal? Was the Primal that his original self had always recognized still that inferior, worthless thing? What was the point of his original self's initial choice then?!

Upon realizing this, the primordial creation was the first to lose its composure. Its seemingly human appearance underwent a terrifying transformation, with its skin bursting open to reveal wings composed of bone fragments and thick blood vessels. The main body connecting the wings was a fleshy ball, with a large, eyeless eyeball growing from each of its four sides, constantly secreting a viscous, bluish-green liquid.

This is the true form of the Primal Creation. The reason he lost his composure was simply because of this discovery. In the past, both the Primal Creation itself and the Primal Creation believed that Primal Energy was unique and the pinnacle of power. In terms of distorting concepts, the Primal claimed to be number one, and no one dared to say they were number two.

but now....

What exactly happened? This must be found out!

The Primal Creatures abandoned their playful demeanor and adopted an unprecedentedly serious attitude. The Engine was the Primal's mortal enemy, a fact acknowledged by both the Primal and its creations, who considered it normal. At the end of different paths of development, there must be a top-tier existence. The battle between the Primal and the Engine was merely a struggle between the top-tier existences of two different paths.