Ultraman: I Really Didn't Want to Rule the World

Chapter 1404 The Confused Tregear

With a new goal in mind, Torregia immediately cleared his mind of his previous worries and followed along with interest.

Who could this guy be?

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In the end, Hong Tu never saw Toregia return: "?"

"Is this guy planning to cause trouble?"

The dark ring, placed to the side, was still urging him on: "!!!" That guy dares to provoke you, why not just kill the card?

Completely forgetting that Red Tea once said it couldn't control itself, it now only wants to kill Torregia.

Hong Tu: "..." Just because you took two of his cards, you think you're all that?

As expected of the Dark Ring...

However, since he had said he would participate, Hong Tu would naturally investigate what big thing Toregia was up to.

The next day, he followed the scent of Torregia and went there.

The guy appeared near a warehouse by a dock, staring at it with ill intent.

Hong Tu stood at a distance, following his gaze, and noticed the aura of a monster emanating from a warehouse. Was that… King Black?

He was quickly spotted by Toregia, so by the time he turned around, Toregia was no longer in sight.

“My lord,” Toregia said, showing no annoyance at being followed, but rather delighted, “Good morning.”

Hong Tu turned around, and Toregia walked up behind him, eventually stopping beside him: "Are you here to see the former strongest assassin as well?"

The purpose is obvious without being asked.

“King Black?” Hong Tu raised an eyebrow. When it comes to King Black, many aliens will mention the original creator of this monster weapon – the Nackle aliens.

“That’s right.” Torregia walked around behind him and looked at the warehouse in the distance.

A middle-aged man wearing a beret was walking out of the warehouse, carrying a drawing board and some paintbrushes, looking like a down-on-his-luck painter.

"Once renowned throughout the universe alongside King Black, the strongest assassin, he now lives in seclusion in a corner of Earth, disguised as a human painter, gazing blankly at the blood-red sunset every day," Tregear's tone was somewhat enigmatic. "Even retired warriors yearn for battle, especially against the giants of light."

"It's such a waste for such a powerful warrior to just silently await his death." Toregia turned to look at Hongtu. "Your Majesty, what do you think?"

Hong Tu understood what he meant: "Are you planning to fulfill 'his wish'?"

Torregia chuckled, clapping his hands as he said, "That's right, that's his wish."

He spoke with an air of righteous indignation, as if he genuinely wanted to kindly grant someone's wish.

Although she knew this guy was like this beforehand, Hong Tu was still shocked by his values ​​when she actually witnessed it. If it weren't for his strength, this guy would have been beaten to death after only a few planets!

How exactly does the Land of Light cultivate people's values?!

Ah, maybe it's just one of the crooked ones out of a group of upright ones. But being crooked like this is still a bit outrageous.

Even Belial wouldn't say something like, "He's clearly instigating people to their deaths while pretending to be doing it for their own good."

As expected of Toregia?

Hong Tu's expression was indescribable, which froze Toregia's face, and his excited mood immediately cooled down as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on it.

His eyes immediately turned cold. Although his expression remained unchanged, the power within him seemed to stir restlessly. But before he could calmly voice his question, Hong Tu tilted his head to look behind him: "A warrior?"

Instead of her previous look of disdain, she asked with a hint of eagerness, "When are you planning to go?"

Toregia: "???" Weren't you just about to question me?

Seeing Hong Tu's expression, he could only swallow his question, silently write something down in his mental notebook, and then look at the warehouse.

The Nackle alien has left, but he's probably out having lunch and will be back soon.

All they need to do next is...

About ten minutes later, Hong Tu and Torregia sat down in a restaurant serving specialty dishes.

No one knows how Torregia got the reservation, but the two of them are about to enjoy a special dish here.

When they returned after finishing their meal, the Nackle alien had already gone back to the warehouse. He seemed very careful, pulling the roller shutter door shut as soon as he went in, keeping the sunlight out of the warehouse.

Toregia and Hongtu ignored the roller shutter door and went straight inside.

Inside, there was only very dim lighting, and most of the warehouse was in dark corners, so as soon as he entered, he disappeared into the shadows as if he were in his element, and even Toregia could not find his trace.

Torregia glanced subconsciously at the spot where Hongtu had disappeared, but finding nothing, he walked into the light.

The area illuminated by the light was the area where the Nackle aliens lived. The warehouse was large, but he only occupied a small part of it.

Apart from a small round table and a long table with sketchbooks on it, there was only a bed and a few easels scattered around.

Tregear casually flipped through a sketchbook on the long table, the sound of the pages turning startling the Nackle alien who was sitting in front of an easel, lost in thought.

He was startled: "Who are you, and why are you in my house?"

Although an uninvited guest had broken in, aside from being startled at first, he didn't feel much fear or obvious hostility. He acted as if he were just an ordinary person talking to someone in a normal way.

Torregia casually put down the sketchbook he had opened and turned to look at the only thing on the small round table.

It was an egg, larger than any bird's egg on Earth, because it was a monster egg, a monster egg belonging to King Black. The aura of King Black that Hong Tu had sensed earlier also emanated from this egg.

Tregear walked up to the egg and examined it with great interest: "What a pity. The former strongest assassin is now living in obscurity on Earth. You used to be so radiant."

The Nackle alien froze for a moment, then realized something, and his expression turned wary: "How did you know? Who exactly are you!"

With an innocent look on his face, Toregia walked up to the Nackle alien and said, "Who I am is not important. I'm here to grant your wish."

He lowered his voice, which carried an unspeakable seductive quality, like a demon from hell tempting people to fall.

"A wish?" The Nackle alien was unconsciously drawn in and subconsciously repeated his words.

"To fight alongside King Black again, that is your wish," Toregia said, raising his hand as if holding something in his hands.

In response, behind him was King Black's egg, its two yellow glowing organs flickering with an ominous light, seemingly revealing the hidden secrets of the Nackle aliens.

Today's mini-drama:

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Hong Tu (righteously indignant): Your values ​​are terrifyingly warped! So evil!!!

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Torregia (displeased): And Your Majesty, who are you...?

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Hong Tu (suddenly becoming very interested): So when do you plan to start?

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Torregia: ? ? ? Weren't you just indignant?

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Hong Tu: What does this have to do with you causing trouble?

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Toregia: ...As expected of darkness.

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Red Tea: ?

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23qb.

Chapter 1405 The Desire of an Twilight Warrior

What an aging warrior craves most is a thrilling battle, not a silent death.

Tregear didn't know why this Nackle alien would choose to live in seclusion, but that didn't stop him from drawing out the unspeakable, secret desires in the man's heart.

Isn't a warrior who is gradually declining the best whetstone for a new warrior?

Tregear's plan was all too clear: he wanted this aging warrior to hone Taiga's skills.

His voice and language were quite inflammatory, and the Nackle aliens unconsciously focused their gaze on the shimmering Black King Egg.

But he quickly forced himself to look away: "That's not my wish! I'm tired of fighting!"

His final struggle amused Toregia: "Hmm? Then why are you keeping King Black's egg?"

Tregear snapped his fingers, and the easel that the Nackle alien was protecting was forcefully blown into the sky by some force, the sketchbook inside was opened, and the paintings scattered on the ground.

Unlike his reclusive life, these paintings depict sunsets: the Nackle aliens under the sunset, King Black under the sunset, and even... Ultraman of Light under the sunset.

The hidden inner thoughts are now laid bare, and these paintings, created at sunset, all depict battles.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from the darkness and picked up a painting from the ground.

This painting depicts the Nackle aliens fighting side by side with King Black. Although the enemy is unknown, there is an inexplicable fighting spirit between the two figures.

Hong Tu emerged from the darkness and walked to the small round table. As he approached, the Black King Egg flickered more rapidly, and a faint heartbeat-like sound could be heard.

Tregia glanced at Red Tea before turning his attention back to the Nackle aliens: "Did you hear that? The heartbeat of King Black, and the instinctive cry from your very core!"

The Black King Egg flickered more and more rapidly, and even faint growls belonging to monsters could be heard.

Hongtu tilted its head slightly and understood Black King's meaning from the voice. As a monster weapon born for battle, it naturally longed to fight. It could even sense that its master would occasionally express this desire.

Fight once more... even if it's the last time!

This is probably what they call a warrior...

Hong Tu placed the painting on the small round table: "They've arrived."

Tregear's lips curled into a smile. With a flick of his finger, the Nackle alien was suddenly pulled forcefully to the small round table, his hand also dragged to the monster egg. He only needed to bend his fingertip to grab the egg.