Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods

The battle between giant beasts still raged on the edge of the distant forest, with faint roars echoing through the air, but the fighting in the city had largely come to an end.

The city was shrouded in torrential rain after the disaster, dragging the ubiquitous dust in the air back to the ground. The dim light made the city, which had suffered a devastating blow, seem even more desolate.

More and more people are returning to this city that has just been hit hard, staring blankly at their former homes.

The little boy, wearing a raincoat and carrying an umbrella and a flashlight, walked through the scattered crowd. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw many people standing in the rain, heads down, silent, letting the rain run down their faces.

The sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella continued, but the faint, intermittent cries of despair still reached the boy's ears, frightening him.

The boy lowered his head and continued walking in that direction, crossing the ruins to a place where no one dared to set foot.

He looked up and saw the red and silver giant lying silently in the ruins like a corpse, his body soaked by the wind and rain, his milky white eyes and the timer on his chest dim and lifeless.

Although this red and silver giant had a fearsome and fierce face and exuded a menacing aura, he had indeed saved them.

Now he lay in the rain as if he were dead, which made the boy feel very sad. His eyes misted over as he looked at the giant, and his vision became blurred.

The boy stared at the red and silver giant's eyes, which had lost their light, and belatedly realized that the giant had emitted light when it was fighting or when it was injured.

He looked up again, gazing at the lifeless, fierce face, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "As long as there's light, you can be restored, right?!"

He raised his flashlight and shone it on the giant, but it had no effect.

The giant still lay lifeless in the ruins, most of his body covered by the remains of buildings and dust, one hand hanging limply in the filthy mud pit.

The boy was not discouraged by what he saw, but felt that he was in the wrong position, so he looked up to find a better spot and ran towards the broken building.

Even after falling into mud pits several times, scraping his knees and cheeks, and getting covered in mud, he did not back down at all. When there were no stairs, he threw away his umbrella, put the flashlight in his mouth, and climbed up the ruins with both hands.

The wind and rain continued to nourish the disaster-stricken land, soaking the boy and making him look even more disheveled. He stood on the broken floorboards of a half-built building, picked up a flashlight and shone it on the giant's face, trying to help him stand up again.

...

Belial stood in a space as dark as consciousness, the being the Magma aliens called the Eco-Balancer, the last words he uttered when he defeated him echoing in his ears, everything from the past laid bare before his eyes.

He looked up at the time he spent in the Land of Light, where the mutation of the plasma spark had transformed them into giants tens of meters tall, possessing immense power.

He thought he was invincible in the Land of Light, but Ken's strength was comparable to his own. The red-haired muscle-bound boy even punched Ken when he lost control, and then gave him a memorable punch as well.

Although Freya suppressed most of Hashimoto's power at that time, causing him to fall below his own level, Belial still realized that he was not the strongest.

After that, the Land of Light experienced another invasion by Alien Empera. Overconfident, he disregarded the danger and wanted to go forward alone to fight and prove himself.

But when he arrived, the Alien Empera encountered a golden being, who seemed to have refused the invitation and started a great battle.

They displayed a power beyond his imagination, making him feel even more insignificant.

Ultimately, they seemed to have suffered heavy losses. The golden entity, still similar to the Land of Light, disappeared, and the Alien Empera was severely injured and abandoned the expedition.

When he returned to the Land of Light in a daze, he no longer listened to Ken's advice and set his sights on an even stronger power, the Plasma Spark.

He failed. Despite Ken's request, he was expelled from the Council of Elders of the Land of Light and has been wandering alone ever since, not transforming for at least ten thousand years.

During his long wanderings, which lasted for tens of thousands of years, he turned a blind eye to his own confusion and bewilderment, disguising himself with ferocity and indifference.

Throughout this long world, he often heard rumors about his juniors, who seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, but he still used his past strength to numb himself and still believed that he was invincible.

But the result was exactly as that being had said: he was so vulnerable because of his confusion, and his arrogance became the last straw that broke his back.

As Belial watched his hands gradually turn transparent, he clearly realized that he was about to die, but at this moment he appeared calmer than ever before.

He watched himself walk toward utter death with a clear mind, and he could find no meaning in struggling.

He thought,

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if I just died like this?

At least I don't have to deceive myself like this and live on in such a humiliating way.

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Belial's form became increasingly transparent, seemingly on the verge of utter death.

But at that moment, a faint but exceptionally bright light rose in Belial's consciousness space, causing him to instinctively raise his hand to shield his eyes.

A ray of light rose, unfolding in the pitch-black world and clearly revealing everything happening in the outside world to him.

The skinny boy's ridiculous behavior confused Belial. He wanted to make his usual sarcastic remark, but the words stuck in his throat.

He watched clearly as the boy fell several times in the rain, his body covered in mud, his blood smeared on the gravel, the color of which was particularly bright and out of place in the dim world.

The boy clumsily climbed onto the ruins, oblivious to the torrential rain that soaked him, his short, thin body trembling.

He shone the light from his flashlight onto Belial's dim timer, pursed his pale, rain-dampened lips, and looked on with hope, as if this would awaken the giant who had protected him.

Belial watched all this silently, unaware that his body was gradually losing its transparency, cracks were appearing in the pitch-black space of consciousness, pieces of black plaster were peeling off, and streaks of light were emanating from it.

"Could the light of a flashlight give me a second chance at life?" Belial looked at the scene and shook his head self-deprecatingly. Of course, that was impossible.

Beria knew the boy was wasting his time and believed he couldn't possibly save him, but his awareness of the world grew ever clearer.

The boy's figure became clearer in Belial's eyes, and he could feel the raindrops hitting him. The aftershocks of the distant battle grew stronger.

Belial was puzzled, but in the boy's eyes, Belial's eyes and the timer on his chest once again emitted a faint light.

This made the boy feel extremely happy, and a smile appeared on his lips. He thought that it was the light from his flashlight that had worked, so he raised the flashlight again, completely unaware that the floor slab beneath his feet had cracked again due to the aftershocks.

"Click..."

As the broken floorboards groaned and the cracks widened instantly, the boy plummeted downwards. The smile on his face froze, and the feeling of weightlessness filled him with immense terror.

Boom…

A sound far exceeding the noise of a falling floorboards echoed through the ruins, sending dust billowing high into the air, leaving those in the distance bewildered.

In the center of the city, the chaotic black mist paused, and the manifested eyes shifted their gaze from the still-unresolved battle scene in the distance to the direction from which the anomaly originated, their eyes narrowing slightly.

Amidst the smoke and dust shrouding the collapsed site, the boy climbed up from the "ground," coughed out the smoke and dust he had inhaled into his mouth and lungs, and stood up blankly.

Two bright lights rose before his eyes, making him realize something and filling him with joy once more.

A gentle breeze caressed his body, sweeping away the hazy smoke and rain, revealing the giant, now alive again, clearly to the boy's eyes.

Beria's eyes and the timer shone again. He half-squatted on the ground, cradling the boy in his palms, and used his other hand to shield him from the concrete slab.

His body was covered in dust and mud, but the grime on the boy in his palm seemed to have been swept away by the breeze, leaving him clean and tidy.

Beria looked at the child in his arms, feeling the life that had come back to life, and for a moment felt somewhat dazed.

Just then, a boy's joyful voice rang out from Beria's palm, causing him to lower his gaze.

"You saved me again!!"

Belial remained silent upon hearing this, and only responded after a long while, "You saved me."

His voice was still rough, as if it had been weathered by time, but it lacked some of its arrogance and gained some of its serenity, as if a death had changed him.

"The flashlight really works!" Belial's words made the boy even happier. He looked down at the flashlight in his hand, its faint light still flickering.

But Beria knew that was impossible.

The boy's flashlight beam was very weak, which was undoubtedly a drop in the ocean for Ultraman, a being who could survive by relying on light, and could not possibly save him.

But the boy's sincere eyes and pure heart shone so brightly that they outshone the light of all the stars, causing incredible miracles.

"A middle-aged man with a fierce face." The boy asked nervously, "What's your name?"

"Beria, and you?" Beria answered with some mixed feelings, looking into the boy's eyes, and then asked, "Where are your parents?"

Before Beria could answer, the boy asked again, "Will you still protect us?"

"..."

Belial fell silent upon hearing this, and once again looked around at the devastated battlefield. The tragic scene that came into view gave him a different feeling.

He didn't know how to answer the question, so he turned his head away and looked at the still-lingering chaotic black mist, deliberately avoiding the question.

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