A supporting character in a romance anime? I became a god using a rat talisman.

The old man was speechless at this shameless logic.

He glanced at Xiaoyu, whose eyes were shining, and then at the young man beside him who knew everything about the ancient demons. In the end, he did not continue to stop them.

"If Xiaoyu loses even a single hair,"

Dad slung the magic materials bag over his shoulder, his face extremely serious.

"Your dad will never forgive you."

"yeah!!!"

Upon receiving the pass, Xiaoyu instantly danced on the spot, her cheers nearly lifting the roof off.

The three-person team assembled and prepared to depart.

Qianyu looked at the cramped old house filled with antiques and fragile items and felt that it was not a wise thing to transform here.

The moment Ultraman's dozens of meters tall body expands, this antique shop will definitely be flattened to the ground. At that time, Dad will probably have to stuff dried pufferfish into his mouth.

"Let's go outside." Qianyu tilted her head towards the door.

Qianyu walked in front, with the two following behind him.

No sooner had I stepped out of the door than I was met with an extremely blinding high-frequency flash of light.

The old man instinctively covered his eyes, "Oh no! The fire demon is attacking!"

Xiaoyu squinted and glanced outside, her tone carrying a calm indifference that suggested she was used to it.

"That wasn't a demon, Dad, it was a reporter."

After her eyes adjusted to the light, Qianyu could finally see the Chinatown outside the door, which was now packed with people.

CNN, FOX, ABC, and several other TV stations that Qianyu couldn't name lined up with cameras and microphones, forming an impenetrable wall in front of the antique shop.

They were frantically snapping photos of him, the flashes as bright as day.

"Mr. Ultraman Tiga! Are you sent by the Japanese government?"

Were the monsters you defeated in R'lyeh aliens?

Have you had any contact with the US government?

Xiaoyu teased from the side.

"You're now a global superstar, incredibly popular."

"Everyone on Earth recognizes your face."

The aftereffects of the live broadcast came faster than he had imagined.

Qianyu was helpless against these paparazzi who would come running at the slightest provocation.

Before he could figure out how to shoo away the swarm of flies, a screeching sound of brakes suddenly came from behind the crowd.

Several military jeeps screeched to a halt, and a squad of fully armed U.S. soldiers stormed in, pushing aside the group of reporters.

Several black assault rifles were raised in unison, their infrared sights locked onto Qianyu.

"This is the land of the United States of America! Listen up, you in front, raise your hands immediately and surrender all resistance!"

Facing the dark muzzle of a gun, Qianyu was very obedient.

He obediently raised his right hand.

However, in his raised hand, he held the magic light stick.

Just as the officer was about to continue speaking, an extremely dazzling black and purple light shot directly into the sky.

The powerful airflow, like a hurricane, instantly knocked soldiers and reporters, along with their equipment, to the ground.

As the light faded, Dark Tiga rose from the ground and took shape on the land of San Francisco.

A 55-meter-tall, pitch-black giant stands in the very center of Chinatown, with one foot on the road and the other just across the street from the Chinese restaurant.

People on the ground, looking up, could only see a silhouette that blotted out the sky.

The American soldiers still had their guns raised, but the barrels were already trembling.

Ignoring the commotion at her feet, Qianyu bent down and gently cradled her father and Xiaoyu in her large hands.

Immediately afterwards, its massive body straightened up and transformed into a streak of light, soaring into the sky and flying at full speed toward Australia.

High in the sky, the wind was as sharp as a knife.

During the high-speed race that broke Mach 5, Qianyu thoughtfully used her other huge hand as a lid to protect the two people in her palm from the fierce high-altitude airflow, creating a relatively stable haven.

Dad hasn't been idle at all.

He sat cross-legged in the center of Ultraman's broad palm, spreading out the dried pufferfish and powder, rubbing the positioning magic material while angrily shouting and cursing.

"Fly steadily! We absolutely cannot let the wind blow away the positioning magic that Dad worked so hard to set up!"

Xiaoyu squatted next to her father, her mouth stretched from ear to ear in a wide grin.

"That's so cool!!!"

Chapter 176 Australia

At an altitude of 10,000 meters, en route to Australia, Chiyu seized the opportunity to posed a long-held question to her father, who was rushing to create tracking magic.

"Dad, there's something I've never understood."

Qianyu's voice did not travel through the air, but was projected directly into her father's mind using her thoughts.

This method of communication eliminates the hassle of shouting in a strong wind, and sounds like someone speaking in a normal volume right next to your ear.

"what's up?"

The old man didn't even look up, his eyes fixed intently on the powder in the bowl that was gradually changing color.

Why would the Holy Lord suddenly try to steal the Book of Time?

Qianyu voiced the doubts that had been hidden in her heart.

Based on Qianyu's memory of the original plot, the current timeline has only progressed to the Dragon Talisman arc, and Shendu should only be thinking about how to collect enough talismans to rebuild his physical body and resurrect before the New Year.

Moreover, cheat items of the level of the Book of Time inherently possess extremely terrifying magical backlash effects.

In the original storyline, the Holy Lord only dared to take a desperate gamble when his stronghold was destroyed, he had lost all his trump cards, and he was truly at his wit's end.

The story has just begun, and it makes no sense for the Holy Lord to directly tamper with the history books.

The old man stopped grinding the grain.

He adjusted his round-framed reading glasses and looked up at the five black fingers that resembled towering pillars.

"The magic of the world always follows a certain balance. Whether it is righteous energy or dark energy, they all have their own will."

"Do you know how Dad usually receives guidance from the Grand Master?"

Qianyu remained silent, waiting for what was to come.

"Meditate," Dad said.

"Although the Grand Master is far away, our righteous energy is connected. I can communicate with the Grand Master through meditation and receive enlightenment from him about the path of righteous energy. He will transmit any danger he sees to me through his aura so that I can prepare in advance."

"Similarly, demons also have their methods. As an ancient fire demon, the Holy Lord can also resonate with the black energy in this world and gain some kind of enlightenment from it."

"The dark energy will tell him what to do, where to go, and who to be wary of."

"Black aura..."

Qianyu pondered to herself.

"The world is composed of two aspects, yin and yang."

The old man reached out and picked up a pinch of powder, watching it drift away in the wind between his fingertips.

"The righteous and the dark forces are always seeking a dynamic balance. When the dark forces realize that a terrifying existence has suddenly emerged in the righteous camp that even the demons themselves cannot contend with, this balance is broken."

"To correct this imbalance, the dark energy will issue a strong warning to the Holy Lord. This warning will amplify his fear infinitely, forcing him to take desperate measures, abandon the safe resurrection plan, and seek a more dangerous power to strengthen himself. Otherwise, utter destruction awaits him."

After hearing this explanation from the magical side, Qianyu fell into a brief silence before speaking after a long while.

"Dad."

"You're not talking about me, are you, that terrifying being from the righteous side who drove the villains to a dead end and disrupted the balance of power?"

His father glanced at him.

"Whether you stand on the side of righteousness or the side of evil depends entirely on your own actions."

He left behind only this ambiguous statement before lowering his head again to continue fiddling with his strangely odorous herbs.

Qianyu suddenly understood.

Case solved.

After all that fuss, it turns out that the Holy Lord's unpredictable behavior was all because he, like a butterfly, flapped his wings too hard.

This transmigrator, relying on a bunch of cheat cards and rat talismans, had his combat power inflated to an absurd degree, completely shattering the balance of power between good and evil in this world.

In the original story, the enemies facing Shendu are Jackie Chan and his father, an archaeologist who knows martial arts and an old man who can chant spells.

It was enough, but only enough, so the Holy Lord could collect the talismans and resurrect the body step by step, taking his time.

But what about now? On the side of righteousness stands a transmigrator who can transform into a fifty-meter giant and holds more than a dozen concept-level magic cards.

When the black energy saw that there was such an outrageous guy on the other side, it was bound to get restless. Of course, it had to sound the alarm for the Holy Lord and urge him to quickly get some powerful weapons to settle the score.

Having figured out this cause-and-effect relationship, Qianyu had an idea.

If he continues to side with the righteous, the evil energy will only intensify.

What if he goes to the dark side? Would it work if he kept switching back and forth?

Qianyu himself has no moral compass; to him, anything that makes him stronger is good.

As she pondered, an application suddenly popped up in Qianyu's mind.

It was an extremely familiar fluctuation, originating from a small puppet that he had forcibly marked before.

That was a Zetton transformation request sent by Aya Asagiri.

Qianyu was slightly taken aback.