Hawks from the Land of Light are calling me a dove and an undercover agent in the chat group.

Since the end of that massive, universe-wide battle, the Land of Light's main universe and the DC universe have been completely affected by the aftershocks of the battle, leaving them temporarily riddled with holes.

Although the Ultra Warriors who weren't swept away by the spacetime turbulence are working hard to fill the void in the universe, it will still take a long time to completely fill it. Until it's completely filled, the daily life will be like this chaotic mess.

Every day, beings from other universes, or even worlds that aren't even universes but just planet-sized worlds, come to the main universe of the Land of Light or the DC universe. If they're good, that's fine, but if they're evil, they'll try to do evil.

As the current acting leader of the Land of Light, Hikari immediately decided to announce it to the entire universe: "The Land of Light is the leader of this universe. Look, it's in the M78 Nebula. Anyone who wants to be the new leader and rule this universe should just go and attack the Land of Light."

To avoid the already sparsely populated Land of Light having to spend time searching for these foreign villains.

Just come at us directly, all of you, come at the Land of Light, the target of everyone's ire.

As for the achievements of these outsiders, well... the answer is that so far, not a single one has been able to force Hikari to use either the Ultra Key or the Ultra Bell.

"boom--"

A new wave of evil parties has arrived.

Little Basaro, Little Baltan, and Little Zarab looked up, and as soon as they did, fireworks lit up the sky, and this wave of villains was wiped out once again.

Today is another peaceful day.

Alas, the Land of Light! Alas, Ultraman!

Volume 1: Chapter 528. Dark Nebula: Out-of-town bumpkins, get lost!

528. Dark Nebula: Out-of-town bumpkin, get lost!

"Hello, what's your name?"

"Buzzing."

The enormous creature, eight meters in size and resembling both a fly and a mosquito, flapped its four wings and buzzed in response to the Bard alien sitting in front of the propaganda platform.

Although it was a buzzing sound, the Bard alien, who had the latest version of the mass-produced, free, unlimited universe language automatic translator made by the Science and Technology Bureau's Torregia in his ears, understood it immediately, nodded, and smiled.

"Oh, so your name is [QU]? Okay, okay, Mr. QU, may I ask if you were born recently in our universe, or were you born a long time ago but were sealed or dormant and only recently awakened and broken free, or did you come from another universe?"

"Buzz!"

The enormous creature, eight meters in size and resembling both a fly and a mosquito, continued to flap its four wings.

"Oh, you're from outer space—cough, you're a friend from outer space. Hello, hello. I'm glad you didn't choose to recklessly charge directly into the M78 Nebula. Alas, those wild dogs from outer space now, oh of course, not including you, my friend."

"Where were we? Oh, those wild dogs from outer space, one or two of them, are so overconfident. As soon as they hear about the false propaganda of the Land of Light, they run straight to the tower. Isn't that absurd?"

"I don't know who gave them the courage. They have no skills whatsoever, but they boast loudly, calling themselves the strongest demon king, the overlord of the universe, and the god of the world. Sigh, I'm sick of hearing it. In the end, not one of them can even get past Hikari. It's really ridiculous."

"So, my friend, look at you! You're a true talent, incredibly intelligent! Instead of blindly charging the tower, you listened to our equally diametrically opposed slogan, which we've been spreading throughout the universe: 'If you're a villain, come to the Dark Nebula!' and came here. You really came to the right place!"

"Let me tell you, the Land of Light is nothing at all! Even when they had the Four Mysterious Mysteries and several Ultimate Supremes, the Land of Light was just a drop in the ocean for us Dark Star people. We could annihilate them on the spot with a flick of our fingers!"

"Buzzing?"

The enormous creature, eight meters in size and resembling both a fly and a mosquito, then began to flap its four wings.

"What? You're asking me why the Land of Light still exists? Dude, I was just praising you. Don't you have any common sense? Don't you have any intelligence? If we destroyed the Land of Light, we'd have no rivals left. We'd just be ruling the universe to kill time. How boring would that be!"

"People have to find enjoyment in life, you know? Take me, Lao Ba, for example. I'm the mighty emperor of the universe. I could easily crush the Alien Empera and become the ruler of the Dark Nebula, but why don't I? Isn't it because keeping the Alien Empera alive is interesting, right?"

"Buzzing?"

A gigantic creature, resembling both a fly and a mosquito, vibrated its four wings rapidly.

The Bard alien waved his hand and snorted coldly, "Don't ask me what's fun about this. You have to figure it out yourself, understand? If you can't understand why we do this, you can only be a country bumpkin with low IQ and EQ."

"At that point, you'll only be able to live a relatively unsuccessful life, sitting at the same table as those who rush straight to the top, becoming a stray dog ​​in other people's mouths, do you understand? The fact that you would ask such a question means you're already in great danger, with one foot on the edge of the abyss of a stray dog ​​and a country bumpkin!"

"Buzz!"

The enormous creature, eight meters in size and resembling both a fly and a mosquito, seemed to flutter its four wings for a moment, as if it were asking, "What should we do?"

"Hmph, fine, fine. Who told me, Lord Bard, to be the number one in the dark world? When you're a boss, you have to be loyal and magnanimous. If I were a little narrow-minded, I would have skinned you alive. I'm so angry at you bunch of clueless sluts. Sigh."

The Bard alien snorted viciously, crossed his arms, raised his head, and trembled uncontrollably, his implied meaning clear.

Until he caught a glimpse of the eight-meter-tall QU humbly extending a tentacle, with something containing a lot of technological knowledge tucked into the tentacle's edge. Although it wasn't a chip, it was a knowledge carrier just like a chip. He walked around the propaganda table and secretly stuffed the chip into the pocket of the Bard alien's pants from under the table.

Prisoners don't usually wear human clothes, but since taking this job, they've been wearing pants, and the pockets on those pants have become more and more obvious, bigger and more noticeable each day.

Alas, corruption! Alas, embezzlement!

The Bard alien coughed lightly, hurriedly waved his hand to slap the other's tentacle back, and sternly scolded, "Don't move your hands and feet. If others see this, they'll think I'm trying to extort a bribe from you."

"I'm a man of integrity, and I can't let you ruin my reputation."

While sternly reprimanding him, he also directly experienced in front of QU what kind of technology was contained in that wriggling biochip made of the flesh of some unknown creature.

Although it's obvious at a glance that QU is just a pure alien wild dog, a country bumpkin, and although it has the air of a galactic overlord, its technology is nothing more than that of a simple dog that's only good when no one else is around. It's all water and water, and it's utterly useless.

If it weren't for the fact that since the end of the Papetua War, there have been more and more wild dogs in the outer universe, and they can be seen everywhere, he wouldn't have been willing to accept this level of technology.

However, there's no way around it. While Bard's technology is unremarkable in the Olympian universe, it's far too advanced compared to the country bumpkins of the outer universe. The gap is too big, making it difficult to properly show off.

He always needs to pull out some technology that the country bumpkins can understand, that they know is high-end, but that they know they can't learn, in order to properly display his high-class taste and status in front of all sorts of country bumpkins.

Unfortunately, all I could do was collect scrap.

Well, I guess you could call it doing a good deed. After all, even though stray dogs always want to do *that*, technology itself is innocent. The fact that he remembered it means he should thank him for leaving a trace of his existence.

But this technology looks a bit disgusting, doesn't it?

The forty-meter-tall prisoner looked suspiciously at the things inside the biochip, then at the eight-meter-tall little thing in front of him. "Although I forgive you, it won't be that easy to get into our Dark Nebula."

"Come, let me test you. What are your battle records in our own universe? How many planets have you destroyed? How many races have you wiped out? What is your purpose and ideal in joining our Dark Nebula family?"

"Buzz~"

The enormous creature, resembling both a fly and a mosquito, flapped its four wings as if embarrassed, lowering its fly-like head in a self-deprecating manner, indicating that its civilization was merely based on biological technology. Although it could herd and migrate within the Milky Way, it lacked the powerful force of exploding a planet.

Destroying a planet is impossible; it's too difficult.

If I had to say something, I could only offer a weak defense, but that would be a very difficult task.

"Buzz!"

However, when the next part came up, the enormous creatures, which were both fly-like and mosquito-like, became excited again, because they had at least made some achievements in the area of ​​genocide.

Their species are accustomed to making fixed, periodic migrations throughout the Milky Way, traveling from one end to the other, and stopping to explore any planets they encounter along the way.

Once you see that there is a civilization or intelligent life developed there, check if those creatures match the appearance preferences of their race.

If it meets the criteria, then capture them and turn them into specimens, which would be tantamount to wiping out the entire enemy population.

However, if the other party does not conform to their species' appearance preferences, they will stay and spend a considerable amount of time drastically altering the species on that planet.

Moreover, each QU's modification is different, and they modify it according to their own wishes. Therefore, what was originally a local species can be modified into thousands, tens of thousands, or even more new species.

These species are not anesthetized during the process of being drastically modified, and they cannot even fall into a coma because they will be forcibly awakened and watch helplessly as they are drastically modified from the beginning to the end.

Of course, it's also possible that we can't see them, because if we were to suddenly decide to change the creature to one without eyes, that would be a possibility.

"Buzz!"

He got more and more excited as he talked.

Completely unaware that as it hummed out more and more of the races it had modified, and their numbers piled up, the barbarian behind the propaganda table opposite had already directly crushed that disgusting biochip into molecular atoms.

"Hehe," Lao Ba chuckled insincerely, "Alright, although you don't have much skill, your resume is not bad. How about this, I'll take charge and vouch for you. Go and call over all the individuals in your QU clan, and register them all at once."

"Buzz!"

The enormous creature, resembling both a fly and a mosquito, flapped its wings, emitting a unique frequency that informed the Bard aliens that their race had come together after discovering the void leading to this universe during their nomadic journey.

Now it immediately gathers everyone together.

Buzz!

After some time, other similar buzzing sounds gradually approached, and all the QUs, without exception, came here and gathered together.

The Bard alien chuckled and nodded, stamped the paper, and handed it to QU, indicating that they should all go to a nearby planet that served as an office, roughly the size of Earth, where they could complete the procedures at an office base that was hundreds of kilometers long.

"Ahem, next one!"

Next!

Despite the calls for it, no new people have actually joined.

A group of bizarre, alien-looking country bumpkins were sitting not far away, not looking at the larks, but instead following the gaze of a large group of QU, with concerns and worries.

This is the Dark Nebula.

Although they didn't know the intensity and the conspiracies here before they came, they knew as soon as they took a look. The terrifying darkness here was so thick it could suffocate people. It was damn dark!

The intensity is ridiculously high.

Who knows if the locals here have any sense of martial ethics, or if it's just a case of false advertising to lure these outsiders here to kill and rob. We need to see it for ourselves.

They want to see first whether the QUs who went into the office base over there can still come out.

"Look, it's out!"

"One, two, three, four, five... That's right, the number matches up."

"Those things all have the same physical details, good, good, they're neither dead nor injured!"

A moment later, seeing the QUs emerge unharmed from the office base, the out-of-towners who had been observing became excited. This almost proved that Dark Nebula was indeed interested in recruiting outsiders to join them!

Moreover, after emerging, QU was not led away to the deeper parts of the Dark Nebula, but instead began to scatter and move freely. The powerful beings of the Dark Nebula did not make a move, letting them scatter to a distant place where no one could see them.

That's right, the Dark Nebula is real!

Uh, but...

The grumbler said impatiently, "What are you waiting for? A bunch of useless country bumpkins wasting my time!"

"that……"

A useless country bumpkin with barely any super-powerful strength cautiously raised his hand and pointed to a fifty-meter-tall figure not far away, who had been stationed near the propaganda office for a long time. This figure was ethereal, righteous, and exuded a strong sense of justice, and seemed to have nothing to do with the Dark Nebula at all. He swallowed hard.

"My lord, I have a question, I don't know if it's alright... What's going on with that? Isn't this the Dark Nebula, not our Dark Ones' territory? How could there be such a... such a being?"

In any other place, in his own world, this stray dog ​​and country bumpkin would be a god among gods. But here? He's just a stepping stone among stepping stones, only fit to be the lowest of the low. He has to think twice before he speaks and be extremely careful.

It is precisely because it is so weak that it has no choice but to stand up and ask the question that other country bumpkins want to know, otherwise it would have no value in existing.

Upon hearing this, the Bard alien glanced sideways at Chaos's head, who remained unmoved by the noise, and said without changing his expression: "That's an undercover agent."