Simultaneous Time Travel: What Villain? I'm the Protagonist!

The venue was so quiet that you could hear the hum of the air conditioning system.

No one applauded, and no one made a fuss. Everyone was looking at him, their eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity, fear, doubt, and a hint of unspoken expectation.

Sheng Ren straightened up and glanced at the audience.

"I know you have many questions. I explained the situation of the Land of Light and the purpose of establishing diplomatic relations in the broadcast three days ago. Today, you can ask any questions you may have."

He paused.

"Speak freely. Ask whatever you want."

A commotion arose in the hall. Some raised their hands, some stood up, and some whispered among themselves. But soon, the commotion was suppressed by an eerie silence.

Everyone is waiting, waiting for the first person to step forward.

Ten seconds. Twenty seconds. Thirty seconds.

Finally, the American representative stood up.

He took a deep breath, his voice a little dry: "Mr. Shengren, if that's the correct way to address you, my question is, the Land of Light possesses power far exceeding that of Earth, so why did you choose to establish diplomatic relations instead of directly taking over?"

The air in the room seemed to freeze instantly.

Everyone stared at Sheng Ren, at that face that was indistinguishable from a human's.

Sheng Ren looked at him but did not answer immediately.

"That's a very good question," he finally said. "Because it's what you humans fear most—the malice of the strong."

He took two steps forward, placed his hands on the podium, and looked directly at the American representative.

"Your history is a history of the strong oppressing the weak. You have been oppressed, and you have oppressed others. So you naturally assume that when a more powerful civilization emerges, it will do the same thing."

The American representative's expression changed slightly.

"But there is one truth, which your history has also proven—oppressors will eventually be resisted; occupiers can never truly own the occupied land; and rule maintained by violence will eventually be overthrown by violence. This truth also applies to the universe."

Sheng Ren's voice wasn't loud, but every word he uttered clearly struck the hearts of everyone present.

"The Land of Light has lived for 30 years and has seen far too many examples like this. So we understand one thing: true security does not come from making others fear you, but from making them trust you. True strength is not how much you can destroy, but how much you can protect."

He looked at the American representative: "You ask me why I don't just take over directly? Because I don't want to spend 30 years fighting an endless war with a group of people who will never submit. What I want to do is spend 30 years becoming true friends with a civilization that is willing to trust me."

The US representative remained silent.

He slowly sat down without saying another word.

The Soviet representative stood up.

"I am the representative of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. Your Excellency, you say that the Land of Light will not interfere in Earth's internal affairs, but after establishing diplomatic relations, you will provide 'controllable cosmic knowledge.' I would like to ask, who defines 'controllable'? Is it you, or us?"

Sheng Ren looked at him but did not answer immediately.

"The fact that you can ask this question shows that you understand the core of establishing diplomatic relations."

"Controllable, that's for you to define."

The Soviet representative was stunned.

"We will hand over all cosmic knowledge to the United Nations in its entirety. You will decide for yourselves what to reveal at what stage and what to research at what stage. The role of the Kingdom of Light is not that of a teacher or a supervisor, but that of a librarian. The books are there; whether you read them, when you read them, and how you use them is up to you."

"no strings attached?"

"no."

"What if we are unable to repay in the short term?"

Sheng Ren suddenly smiled.

If your neighbor's house is on fire, would you negotiate a price before putting out the fire?

The Soviet representative paused for a moment, then laughed.

A low chuckle rippled through the audience, finally easing the tense atmosphere a little.

Finally, an Asian face stood up.

That was the representative from the East. He stood up, his voice steady: "You said that after establishing diplomatic relations, you would provide us with cosmic knowledge to help us build our own observation system. Could this knowledge be used... in war?"

Sheng Ren looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"meeting."

This answer surprised everyone.

"Knowledge itself is neither good nor evil. You can use it to build houses, or you can use it to make weapons. That's your choice, not mine," Sheng Ren said. "What I can do is guarantee the authenticity of this knowledge, to ensure that what you receive is the truth, not lies."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the room: "But I have something to remind you of."

"What is it?"

"The rules of the universe are more cruel than you imagine. Those civilizations that rushed out unprepared perished very quickly. So what I'm going to give you is not just a bunch of technology, but also a set of rules. I'll tell you where you can't go, what you can't touch, and which signals you can't reply to."

He looked at the camera, as if looking into three billion eyes: "You want to enter the universe, I'll open the door for you. But behind the door is a road, not heaven. How you walk, how fast you walk, and how you get up if you fall are your own business."

The Eastern representative nodded and sat down.

For the next two hours, questions came one after another. Some were sharp, some gentle, some probing, and some filled with fear. Sheng Ren answered them one by one, without dodging, concealing, or inciting.

Someone asked, "Your power is so great, what if you turn evil one day? Who will stop you?"

Sheng Ren replied, "We have internal rules, oversight, and checks and balances. But you're right, if we were to turn bad one day, no one could stop us. That's why I'm making everything clear and giving you all the choices. Because trust is always a two-way street."

In a corner, a representative from a small country timidly raised his hand. He was from a Pacific island nation; his country was so small that it was almost never noticed at the United Nations.

"Your Excellency," his voice was soft, "my country is small, without nuclear weapons, without an army, without money. If diplomatic relations are established, can a country like ours be protected?"

Sheng Ren turned around and looked at him.

"able."

One word, without any hesitation.

"The Land of Light establishes diplomatic relations with the civilization of Earth, not with any particular country. Regardless of size or wealth, as long as they are human, they are within our protection."

"The universe doesn't care where your national borders are drawn, and neither will I."

The room fell silent once again.

The last question was asked by a Japanese reporter.

She stood up, her voice trembling slightly: "Yesterday afternoon, in the Kawasaki industrial area, you rescued a teenager and an old man, right?"

Sheng Ren looked at her and nodded.

"Was that old man... an alien?"

"Yes." Sheng Ren didn't hide anything. "He's from the planet Metz. Thirty-five years ago, he was ordered to come to Earth to investigate the climate. After completing the mission, he discovered that Earth's environmental pollution was too severe. His body was being eroded, and he was getting weaker and weaker, unable to summon his spaceship. That boy was helping him dig out a spaceship, hoping to send him home."

"Those who beat them, do you...hate them?"

This question silenced the entire room.

Sheng Ren remained silent for a few seconds.

"I've seen darker things," he said. "In the universe, some civilizations, out of fear, will wipe out their neighbors; some civilizations, out of greed, will burn their home planet to ashes. Compared to them, those thugs who beat people up are nothing."

He paused.

"But I understand your fear. Because of fear, people do many wrong things. The key is whether they are willing to wake up afterward."

He looked at the camera, a hint of warmth in his eyes:

"That boy was watching the live stream today too, and I want to say something to him."

The reporter was stunned, and the camera lens froze.

"Kimi Ryo-kun".

Sheng Ren called out the boy's name.

"I know you're still digging. You want to take your uncle home, back to that planet where there's no pollution and no one bullies you. That's your choice, and I respect it."

"But I also want to say that not all places on Earth are cold."

"Some places have warmth. You just haven't found them yet."

"It's not too late to decide whether to go or not once we find it."

Kawasaki Industrial Zone, Tokyo.

In the dilapidated warehouse, the young man, Ryo, knelt in front of the borrowed black-and-white television set, tears streaming down his face.

Beside him, the Metz alien sat on the bed, its withered hand gently resting on his shoulder.

"Uncle..." The boy turned his head, his voice choked with emotion, "He said, he said the Earth also has a temperature..."

The old man looked at him, tears welling in his eyes, but he smiled and nodded.

"Um,"

"Then... after I dig up the spaceship, could I take Uncle to see it?"

The old man was silent for a few seconds, then nodded.

"it is good."

The boy smiled; it was the first time he had smiled since arriving in this industrial area.

United Nations General Assembly Hall.

After asking the last question, the chairman tapped the gavel.

"According to the agenda, we will now proceed to the vote. Representatives from all countries are requested to cast their votes."

The atmosphere in the meeting room suddenly became extremely tense.

The voting is by name, with one vote per country, and a simple majority vote is required for passage.

Japan was the first to show its sign.

"Agreed."

Immediately following, the East.

"Agreed."

Soviet Union.

"Agreed."

The US representative remained silent for three seconds, then slowly raised the sign.

"Agreed."

One by one, the signs lit up. "Agreed, agreed, agreed..."

Sheng Ren stood on the stage, watching this scene unfold.

His face was expressionless.

But the light behind him seemed to brighten a little more.

Fifteen minutes later, the statistics came out.

The chairman stood up, his voice trembling slightly, but he tried his best to maintain a solemn demeanor:

"UN General Assembly Resolution 2026 was adopted with 147 votes in favor, 0 votes against, and 12 abstentions."

"From this day forward, Earth civilization officially establishes diplomatic relations with the Kingdom of Light in the M78 Nebula."

Meanwhile, at the Cosmic Radio Wave Research Institute in Tokyo.

With a loud crash, the remote control hit the wall and shattered into several pieces.

The Nackle alien stood up from his chair, placed his hands on the desk, and trembled all over.

It wasn't fear, it was anger.

"Establish diplomatic relations..." His voice was hoarse, "The Land of Light and Earth...establish diplomatic relations..."

He abruptly raised his hand, sweeping the documents off the table. Folders scattered, papers flying all over the room. It was intelligence he had spent three years gathering on Earth—military deployment maps, communication frequency lists, power system distribution, and defense vulnerabilities in major cities.

Three years ago, he came to Earth, disguised himself as the director of this research institute, spent two years infiltrating Japan's space observation network, and then spent another year figuring out the details of Earth.

He originally planned to take action next month.

The Nackle aliens' invasion plan is complete. First, they'll cripple communications, then create panic, and finally land amidst the chaos. They've thoroughly studied Earth's weapons; those so-called missiles and fighter jets are mere toys in the face of their technology. The only things to worry about are the organization called MAT and the Ultraman hidden within a human body.

But there is only one Ultraman.

The Nackle alien had calculated that he was absolutely certain he could kill Jack.

But it ’s different now,

"Snapped!"

He slammed his fist into the wall, denting it and sending lime powder flying down.

100%?

Now less than 10% remains.

The captain of the Land of Light's Space Garrison personally came to establish diplomatic relations, promising to protect Earth in front of all humanity. From this day forward, this planet is an official ally of the Land of Light. Any alien who dares to make a move here will be declaring war on the Land of Light.

He had imagined that scene countless times in his mind—human cities burning in the flames of war, their armies being crushed like ants, their leaders kneeling before him, trembling and begging for mercy.

But now—

He kicked over the trash can next to him.

"The Land of Light! It's the Land of Light again!"

He grabbed the ashtray from the table and smashed it against the television screen. The screen shattered, sparks flew, and shards littered the floor.

He stood amidst the mess, panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.

Why?

Why would the Land of Light bother with this remote planet?

Why did that guy named Sheng Ren have to show up at this time?

Why?

Suddenly, he noticed the broken pieces of television on the ground, stopped abruptly, and slowly sat back down in his chair.

The chair creaked, the sound particularly jarring in the quiet office.

The anger from before receded like the tide, leaving only fear.

He knows the Land of Light, and he knows everyone who exists in the universe.

What does that silver-red logo represent?

It represents 300,000 years of accumulated civilization, a patrol network spanning several galaxies, and a strength that even the most powerful space pirates would avoid.

What does Sheng Ren, who dresses and acts just like an Earthling, represent?

Belial, who single-handedly defeated the cosmic emperor Juda, the dark emperor Emperor Empera, and the Reibrand aliens who possessed him, is known as the Hero of Light and is virtually invincible!

The Nackle alien stared at the fragments on the ground for a very long time.

Then, he sighed softly.

"The Land of Light..."

he murmured.

"You guys are really... nosy."

He suddenly remembered the Aliens Mefilas and Hipporito who had approached him before, trying to persuade him to fight against the Land of Light, which he had resolutely refused. But now…

The Nackle alien looked up at the sky outside the window and found the light particularly irritating:

"If you really become the masters of the entire universe, how will we survive?"