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At the center of the halo, a giant in silver and white stepped out of the void.

When my feet landed on the snow, the whole frozen ground trembled.

That was an Ultraman entrance pose that could almost be included in a tokusatsu (special effects) textbook.

However, the Ultraman in front of us looks a bit strange.

Because he didn't have a timer on his chest, only a light-up sticker stuck to it.

Moreover, the sticker was clearly a glow-in-the-dark sticker bought from a street vendor, and the edges were even a bit curled up.

It looks like a cheap leather case no matter how you look at it.

But he stood there, straight and resolute.

He stood as if he were truly a warrior who had come from afar from the Land of Light.

Xing looked up at the figure, her eyes reflecting a silvery-white image.

She was silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke:

"...Can I become light too?"

March 7th was recording a video when she heard this, her hand trembled, and she almost dropped the camera: "What?"

Xing still had her head tilted back.

"When he jumped, Qiye said that he would become Ultraman."

I believed, and now he has become light. Can I do the same?

"That was a lie!"

"But now you see, it's true."

"That's definitely the effect of the light cone! It's not that you're actually turning into Ultraman!"

"Ultraman is light."

Xing tilted her head.

"Look how radiant he is now."

On March 7th, with his mouth agape, he found himself unable to refute the argument again.

She turned to look at Danheng, who was staring at the figure standing in the snow.

He looked at it for a while, then looked away:

"...The transformation time is limited; he probably won't be able to last much longer."

How did you know?

"Because the stitches around my waist have started to loosen."

March 7th followed his gaze.

Sure enough, there was a loose thread sticking out of the leather suit on Qi Ye's back, swaying with his movements.

She was silent for a moment:

"...Does he even realize his thread is undone?"

"They probably don't know."

Should we tell him?

"If I tell him, he'll get distracted, and if he gets distracted, he'll get beaten up, and if he gets beaten up, he'll lose."

"Then I'd better not say anything."

Bronya led her guards to a safe distance.

But her gaze remained fixed on that silver-white figure.

As the de facto manager of Belloberg, she has seen many kinds of battles.

The tearing and biting of the Rift Monster, the array of Silvermane Iron Guards.

But the current development of "someone turning into the protagonist of a tokusatsu drama on the spot in the snow" is...

It was definitely outside her area of ​​experience.

She looked for a while, then turned to Jepard and said:

"...Mr. Yang Chaoyue's friends are indeed not ordinary people."

Jepard gripped his shield, his gaze shifting back and forth between the creation engine and the Ultraman three times.

His face was filled with complex expressions:

"...So he really was transforming just now?"

"It seems so."

"So his height is probably... around ten meters?"

"almost."

"...That creation engine is about thirty meters tall."

"It's forty meters."

"So, will he still go on?"

Bronya was silent for a moment: "Maybe it's because he thinks he can beat them."

Jepard glanced at her, then at the ten-meter-tall Ultraman running towards the creation engine, and looked away:

"...Then I need to be prepared to provide backup."

"Let's see how things go."

On the walls of Beloborg, soldiers had already poured out of the watchtowers.

They were initially afraid when they saw the creation engine start.

As the beam of light descended, a silver-white figure stepped out of the void.

The soldiers on the entire city wall were silent for a few seconds, then erupted into a chaotic murmur.

"Who is that?"

"Is that silvery-white thing rescuing someone?"

"He seems to be... glowing?"

Is he a savior?

Cocolia stood by the window in the clock tower higher up in the city wall.

In the distance, the purple mech and the silver giant were facing off.

After a long while, she finally said:

"The master's team... truly lives up to its reputation."

At this moment, the ethereal "Ah—!" had not yet faded away.

The stirring prelude had already resounded across the snow-covered plains.

That melody, like a beam of light rising from the ground, pierced through the wind and snow, and through the clouds.

It echoed throughout the entire Belleburg.

The soldiers on the city wall straightened up without their realizing it.

Cocolia's gaze flickered slightly inside the clock tower.

Residents in the lower levels of the mine in the distance stopped what they were doing and looked up in the direction from which the sound came.

Qi Ye felt the power within her body rapidly increasing in sync with the melody of the background music.

He took a step forward and then started running.

The ten-meter-tall, low-quality leather suit left a trail of footprints on the snow, with loose threads fluttering in the wind behind it.

He sprinted toward the forty-meter-tall purple mech.

The giant hand of the Creation Engine slammed down again.

Qi Ye slid to the side to dodge, and the impact slammed into the ground, causing the frozen soil to crack and shards of ice to fly everywhere.

He used the shockwave to flip backward, then stood firm and thrust his right arm out.

"Galaxy Spark—"

A beam of light shot out from the cross he was riding and struck the shoulder of the Creation Engine.

A dazzling burst of light exploded, causing the mech to stagger back two steps.

Silver Wolf frowned as she watched the inferior Ultraman on the screen using her meticulously modified Boss mecha as a punching bag.

Her thumbs tapped rapidly on the game console, trying to re-lock the view control.

But every time he threw a punch, it was intercepted by that golden beam of light.

Each time he charged forward, the ten-meter-tall leather suit dodged him.

Silver Wolf glanced down at the cassette tape in his backpack and remained silent for a moment:

"...I don't want to use this so soon."

She looked back at the screen, her gaze landing on the cockpit vision feedback system page.

Then a smile crept onto her lips. She reached out and swiped a few times on the control panel.

The fake image that Walter saw was readjusted.

In that altered image, Qi Ye's silver-white figure is undergoing subtle distortion.

The light on its body was dimming, its outline was becoming blurred, and its shape was beginning to resemble that of a rift monster.

"alright."

Silver Wolf put the chewing gum back in his mouth and chewed it once.

"Now look at him, he's a monster from another dimension."

The creation engine's actions suddenly changed. Originally, it was only blocking the silver figure.

But now their actions have become even more ferocious.

Every punch carries a clear target, every strike aims directly at the vital points.

Qiye dodged one heavy punch, but the second punch came too fast.

He didn't have time to dodge completely and was hit by the force of the punch, rolling several times on the ground, his leather suit covered in snow and mud.

He got up from the ground and looked at the mech in front of him that had suddenly become extremely fierce.

He opened his mouth, about to say, "Uncle Yang, you've dialed the wrong number."

Then his body suddenly felt heavy, as if something was pressing down on him from above.

An invisible force surged in from all directions, pressing him down to the ground.

Qiye knelt on one knee on the ground.

He looked up at the mech's eyes, which were flashing with purple light, and shouted:

"Uncle Yang, open your eyes and see who I am!!"

Walter in the cockpit did indeed open his eyes wide.

He watched as the dark purple monster on the screen, radiating an aura of rifting realms, roared at him.

Then he pushed up his glasses, a haughty smile playing on his lips:

"You mere rabble from another realm dare to be so insolent before me?"

"I'm not some nobody from the Rift Realm!!"

"A talking Rift-bound minion? That's rare."

"Uncle Yang!! It's me, Qi Ye!!!"

"The Rift Monster can disguise itself as a human? That's interesting."

Qiye felt her blood pressure rising at a visible rate.

He was pressed to the ground by gravity, unable to move, and could only watch helplessly as the creation engine raised its giant mechanical hand.

He gritted his teeth, the golden light on his body was rapidly fading, and the transformation time was almost up.

With his last ounce of strength, he shouted:

"Everyone, lend me light! I need light!"