Anime Crossover: My Part-Time Job as a Giant of Light While Studying Abroad in Chiba

His vision began to blur, his limbs felt as heavy as lead, and the loss of light particles even caused him to hallucinate.

"Fuck you..."

He managed to deliver one last elbow strike, his final act of defiance against this fucked-up world.

However, it was easily blocked by the opponent with one hand.

"Too weak, Ultraman Tiga. Now, exit the stage."

"The time for judgment has come."

next second.

An extremely terrifying surge of high-temperature energy suddenly erupted from the chest of the Kirieloid, followed by a fireball of fiery demonic energy, as if it were a raging inferno, which was unleashed without reservation at point-blank range!

--laugh!

The fireball from the Balrog was like a red-hot sword, piercing through Tiga's chest in an instant!

"just--!!!"

In that instant, Duan Zilian couldn't even feel the pain anymore.

He felt a void, as if his heart had been ripped out, and the sounds of the wind and waves around him seemed to recede into the distance in that instant.

He tried to move, but found that his whole body was out of his control.

The colors in my field of vision began to fade, leaving only an endless interweaving of black and white.

An endless chill enveloped Duan Zilian's consciousness, freezing her to the bone.

"Ah... so it's this cold when the light goes out..."

Tiga's massive body froze in mid-air for a second, then fell helplessly into the crowd below, like a piece of trash carelessly discarded in the air.

In the last moments before her consciousness began to fade, Duan Zilian managed to open her eyes.

Below him was a densely packed crowd. If his tens of thousands of tons of body were to fall like that, countless people would be turned into mincemeat.

"Honestly... in the end, you still have to cause me trouble..."

Duan Zilian gave a bitter laugh to herself.

He desperately squeezed out his last bit of light, which transformed into a gentle force field that firmly supported his falling body.

At last.

The giant, which was over fifty meters tall, landed quietly on the beach like a falling feather, without stirring up any dirt or flying stones.

The giant struggled on the ground for a moment, the alarm of the timer sounding almost in a continuous line. He tried to stand up again, but in the end he could only let out a long sigh.

"Beep————"

The hand that always tried to stand in front of everyone fell limply to its side and remained motionless.

He was motionless, as if he were asleep.

Then, the giant's light went out completely.

The warm, milky-white eyes and the shimmering color timer dimmed in an instant.

Ultraman Tiga has been confirmed dead.

……

On this coastline shrouded in darkness, the surroundings were eerily silent.

Daigo's heart sank completely at that moment. He lowered his head and clenched his fists tightly. The other members of Soubu High School simply turned away from him, or rather... dared not look at him.

At that moment, a number of people slowly gathered within a dozen meters of the giant's body.

The people neither ran away nor cheered; they simply stared blankly at the dead behemoth with an indescribable shock and sorrow.

A little girl, about five or six years old, broke free from her mother's hand and stumbled forward.

She stretched out her small hand and gently touched the giant's cold skin.

“Mom…” The little girl turned her head, her eyes glistening with tears.

"Is Ultraman Tiga... dead?"

The surroundings were deathly silent; not a single person responded.

At the same moment, in Tokyo, in the core conference room of the Shinomiya Foundation.

The huge screen reflected the body lying on the beach.

The conference room was filled with high-ranking executives from conglomerates and government officials; the air was so oppressive it felt like it was about to freeze.

"Has the demon... been judged...?"

An executive swallowed hard, breaking the silence with a dry saliva, but his eyes darted away, avoiding direct eye contact with the screen.

The people around them also lowered their heads and remained silent, their eyes darting around.

If this is the demon being judged, why does the way he died evoke such a sense of tragic grandeur and unease?

Immediately afterwards, a violent commotion broke out outside.

"No! Mr. Horii! The meeting is in progress!"

"Beautiful lady, I'll reiterate: I don't have time to play those political games with you here! Any later and all of humanity will be buried with that charlatan!"

"It really won't work..."

boom!

The heavy mahogany door of the conference room was forcefully slammed open.

A fat man, his face covered in sweat and his clothes wrinkled, stormed in like an angry bull, clutching a thick stack of documents and an external monitor tightly in his arms.

His small eyes now radiated a chilling majesty as he stared intently at the powerful figures before him.

"Horii... how could you..." The head supervisor stood up, both shocked and furious.

"Everyone! Stop fooling yourselves! Look at this!"

Masami Horii slammed the stack of documents onto the conference table, pointing at the "angel" still floating in mid-air on the screen, her voice hoarse and furious:

"This is all the data I recorded about 'Angel' using special equipment when I was in Yokohama! The level of darkness within it is off the charts!!"

Horii, panting heavily, spoke each word slowly and deliberately, as if trying to nail this cruel truth into everyone's bones:

"It wasn't an angel at all! That was a complete..."

"demon……"

On the coastline, someone looked at the sky and murmured something in a trembling voice.

From the sky, the Kirieloids were unaware of the anomaly on the ground.

It is raising its hands high, looking up at the gates of hell that are already half open, preparing to welcome this most sacred moment.

"My people! The devil has been judged! The gates of angels are about to open! Now, offer your purest faith to your true God!"

He opened his arms, basking in the warmth of the immense power of faith flowing into his body.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

It froze, no power surged forth, not even a trace of mental fluctuation.

The surroundings were deathly silent.

The Kirielod man suddenly lowered his head.

On the coast, thousands of people still stand there.

Countless gazes were fixed on it, their eyes filled with the sorrow of losing a protector, the panic of being deceived, the uncontrollable anger, and the deep-seated hatred.

The only thing missing is... faith.

"What's going on...this can't be!"

The Kirieloid looked at his arm in a panic.

Just then, it was horrified to discover that the golden light that had been enveloping its body was peeling away and dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The golden light faded, revealing its ugly black and white skin, like skinned muscles, and its eerie mask that seemed to laugh and cry at the same time.

Its demonic heart was pounding violently in its chest, as if it had lost some kind of cover.

The "holy light" emanating from it completely dissipated.

"I see……"

In the shadows in the distance, Hong Kai looked at the monster in the sky, its disguise gone, his eyes icy cold.

"That guy has been stealing the light from Tiga to cover himself up and pretend to be a holy angel."

Looking at the figure on the ground that had lost its light, Hibino Mirai silently slid tears down her cheeks: "And now... Tiga has lost his light, and his disguise has been completely shattered."

"The gold paint has all fallen off, and there's nothing inside."

Chapter 42 Transcendence! Measuring Life and Death with Sound!

Am I...dead?

"Am I... dead?"

In the pitch-black space, Duan Zilian slowly opened her eyes.

He felt as if he were a tiny speck of dust, constantly falling and drifting in the boundless, dark universe.

There was no sound or warmth around, only deathly silence.

The excruciating pain in his body had disappeared, and his mind was suddenly clear, and his body was surprisingly relaxed.

"I...I must be dead."

He murmured, his voice not even eliciting a single echo.

"Damn, that Kirieloid is really cunning..."

Duan Zilian clenched her fist in the void, her tone revealing a deep sense of weakness and helplessness.

"If only I could rest for two or three days! Once I've recovered my strength, I'm sure I could..." Duan Zilian said excitedly, as if she wanted to fight it for another three hundred rounds.

But then his tone turned somber.

"Oh well, never mind."

He is now dead, and we don't know where he went.

As they floated, an enormous silhouette suddenly appeared in the void ahead.

It was a giant, with most of its body hidden in the darkness, only half of its body visible.

Duan Zilian was momentarily lost in thought.

He felt like he had seen this scene in a dream before.

But at this moment, Tiga in front of him had completely lost its color and turned into a lifeless, gray stone statue.

"Ah... Ultraman Tiga, is that you?"

Duan Zilian looked at him, then simply sat down cross-legged in the void, looked at the lifeless stone statue in front of her, and gave a bitter smile.

"What? Tiga, so you died too?"

He rested his chin on his hand, his tone carrying a sense of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted, yet also tinged with a hint of bitterness.

Since he's dead, there's no need for him to be a savior anymore.

No more going to school with aches and pains every day, no more being called a demon online, and no more facing endless monsters.

"However, I'm so unwilling to accept this..."

Duan Zilian lowered her eyes, looking at her translucent hands, and her mood suddenly sank as if filled with lead.

"That bastard... I swore in my heart to kill him, but I died first. What about Yukinoshita, Hachiman, Sakuta, and everyone at Soubu High? And what about Kai-san and Mirai-san..."

"They're still in that terrible world, Tiga. Isn't it a bit irresponsible of us to just lie here like this?"