Bighorn Bull is in charge of leading, and I, Beria, am in charge of raising it.

"Alright, alright, I've finished the fight, but to expose this guy's crimes, we need to gather more evidence... You go search inside, I'll take care of this side, let's split up."

"Huh? But..."

"Stop with the 'buts'! Look at that little girl over there, how pitiful she is! Let's hurry, find the evidence sooner so she can get treatment sooner! Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

"Oh, okay... I'll go right away!"

Urged on by Belial, Ken instinctively sensed something was amiss, but convinced his good brother would never betray him, he didn't dwell on it. He agreed verbally and strode forward into the dark room Belial had previously entered.

Before long, Jian's exclamation came from inside, and the awakened giants of light, seeing Jian as the first person they saw, naturally regarded him as their savior and thanked him repeatedly.

This made Belial, who had been facing away from the dark room and seemingly searching for evidence, smile even more broadly in his eyes.

Indeed, the reason Beria did not immediately awaken the consciousness of his compatriots was to facilitate this "coincidence" so that he could completely pin the credit on Ken.

After all, Jian is in the future and is a shoo-in for the position of captain of the Ultra Guard.

However, just as Belial spent ten thousand years searching for Mary without success, Belial couldn't guarantee that his appearance wouldn't alter the timeline.

Therefore, in Belial's view, in order to secure his position as the captain of the Space Garrison, Ken not only needs to demonstrate extraordinary strength and outstanding personal charisma, but also needs to start accumulating prestige and military achievements in advance. This is so that more warriors of the Land of Light will know him, trust him, support him, and be willing to follow him.

The fact that these Ultra Warriors, who were already on the list of those who were sacrificed, were rescued is enough to make Ken's name be remembered in the Land of Light for a long time!

As for Belial himself...

To be honest, Belial is still unsure whether he can escape the control of fate in the future. Driven by various external factors, he still chose to touch the Plasma Spark Tower, which led to him being possessed and corrupted by the Reiblood aliens.

However, even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance that it will come true, then for a destined villain, accumulating any amount of merit and fame will be a waste of effort.

Instead of wasting it on yourself, give it to someone who needs it more.

That's what you call making the most of resources!

Little did they know, Beria had a perfectly calculated plan...

Deep within the black hole that had nearly sucked Ken in earlier, a long-dormant consciousness was disturbed by the Specium Ray fired by Belial, thus awakening prematurely.

At this moment, its gaze has already reversed and traced the source of this energy, ignoring the obstruction of the black hole, crossing a vast distance, and firmly locking onto Belial.

After witnessing Belial's actions, it clearly developed a strong interest in Belial.

The black mist emanating from his body also converged and gathered, until it transformed into a shadow shape resembling a pair of pliers.

“Belial… He’s brave and resourceful, physically strong, and knows how to keep a low profile. He’s far superior to the successors I’ve chosen… Perhaps…”

"Use your body to help me complete the great task of resurrection and restore the prestige of the Reibloodians... Hehehe..."

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Beria's Diary

Hey! This honest little calf, why is he so obedient! I already said that since he was the "first" to find them, he's the one who saved them! Isn't it great to get credit for nothing? Why does he look so aggrieved? Anyone who didn't know better would think I was bullying him!

Did I use up too much energy during my previous battle...?

From the moment the battle began, I felt a chill run down my spine, and it gave me the creeps...

Chapter 18 A Desperate Cry, Belial's Change

Over the next few days, Beria compiled the evidence he had collected from the underground laboratory into a detailed investigation report.

The main body of the report includes a complete record of the modification experiments, a list of victims and the results of the identification of the remains, video footage that was specially preserved each time a monster was released in order to collect data and improve the production process of the next batch of monsters, and so on. Most importantly, the king himself gave a full confession to Belial in the underground space with great pride.

Yes, long before the king spoke, Belial had already secretly activated the recording device hidden on his body.

Belial's original intention in carrying this thing was to conveniently record Ken's embarrassing moments anytime, anywhere. So, after he became the captain of the Ultra Guard, whenever Ken displeased Belial, he would occasionally take it out and let the kids watch it.

But now, this device, which was created entirely on a whim, has played an unexpected and crucial role.

These undeniable pieces of evidence, like sharp nails, tore open the king's hypocritical facade and firmly nailed him to the pillar of shame.

When Belial believed everything was ready and announced the truth, the makeshift square on the city ruins was packed with people. From the area around the castle to the distant broken walls, there was a sea of ​​heads.

The residents who survived the monster attack were summoned to the castle, where, through Ken's public reading, they gradually learned what their beloved king had been doing behind the scenes.

Meanwhile, the rescued little girl sat quietly in Belial's hand, curled up in a tiny ball. Her fingers were tightly clenched in the groove at the knuckle of his thumb, the knuckles turning white from the excessive force.

Although Beria had done everything he could to treat her physical injuries.

But the immense mental anguish she endured still causes her to tremble from time to time.

Even worse...

That damned king chose this little girl not only because of her talent, but also because her parents had perished in the previous monster rampage. Even if she were accidentally killed, and hadn't been seen in public for a long time, there was no need to worry about revealing any flaws; she was an excellent "experimental subject."

Her parents, perhaps until their very last moments, were praying that their beloved King would bless them, or that their daughter would live.

In a sense, the king was indeed protecting them.

However, they were praying that the monsters would eat them, and then trying to turn their daughter, whom they valued more than their own lives, into the next monster.

The thought of this outcome made Belial's breathing become erratic, and he felt a pang of regret. Killing the king with only 5,260 cuts was too lenient.

Just as Beria was learning his lesson and figuring out how to improve his "service" when he encountered similar scum in the future,

As Ken continued to narrate, and with the little girl held in Belial's hands serving as the most direct witness, the story unfolded.

The survivors gathered in front of the castle, initially in disbelief, gradually began to lose control of their emotions.

In an instant, cries and roars rose and fell, mingling together, making the red walls of the castle vibrate.

Among them, there are some people whose emotions fluctuate the most.

An elderly man with gray hair sat slumped on the gravel ground, his hands digging into his scalp, his fingernails drawing bloody lines on his forehead, yet he seemed oblivious to the pain. He kept muttering the same name, his voice gradually escalating from a hoarse cry to a weak sob.

In the end, like an old beast whose spine had been broken by a hunter's trap, it couldn't even let out a final howl. It could only lie on the ground, its body trembling and spasming.

Meanwhile, a middle-aged woman, who appeared slightly younger in comparison, was vomiting uncontrollably, her hands supporting her on the ground. Tears and vomit mixed together, dripping from her chin into the dust, leaving a small, dark, wet stain.

After vomiting until her stomach was completely empty and dry heaving for a long time, the middle-aged woman tilted her head back, her eyes bloodshot, and laughed maniacally.

"Hahahaha! No wonder he wouldn't see me! So it wasn't because he thought I was a useless mother... But what have I done... I killed my child, I sent him there with my own hands, it's all my fault... Ah—!!!!"

At that moment, many more people rushed toward the castle gates without prior arrangement.

Clearly, they were the parents the king mentioned, who, out of trust in the king and a desire for a better life for their children, chose to personally send their precious children into the castle.

They once believed that their child, to this day, is still living a carefree and comfortable life in this magnificent castle.

So much so that now, when they suddenly realize that sending their child through the gates of that magnificent castle meant they themselves were sending their child into a living hell, a place worse than death, and that their faith, gratitude, and hope in the king—one of the few good things on this utterly terrible planet—were ultimately just lies fabricated by the king to make it easier to keep them.

The enormous difference in their circumstances caused them to completely break down!

But they have gathered here not to attack the castle, nor for revenge...

They just wanted to see their child one last time.

Even if it's just finding one relic.

Even if it's just being allowed to approach that iron gate that took the lives of their own flesh and blood, to feel any trace that the child might have left behind in the last moments of their life.

But they were all stopped by the light wall that Belial had set up in advance.

The wall of light did not harm anyone. Even when people who were out of control rushed into it with all their might, it would not produce the slightest reaction force. Instead, it would gently accept each victim of emotional outbursts like open arms and firmly block them at the entrance of the castle.

Because Belial knew very well that the scene in the underground laboratory was far too horrifying for those of them with pure hearts.

If they could see this and imagine what those children suffered here before they died...

The exponential increase in self-blame and regret will completely ruin the rest of their lives.

Although revealing the truth now is somewhat cruel for those who were once immersed in beautiful fantasies...

But no matter how cruel the truth may be, it's always good to know.

Only by knowing the truth can one truly wake up from the lies.

Of course, a wall of light can block a person's body, but it cannot block a person's despair.

Many people clenched their fists and pounded on the light wall until they were exhausted, before slowly sliding down to sit on the wall, burying their faces between their knees, their shoulders twitching violently, but without making a sound.

The heaviest sorrow and despair are often silent.

They stood motionless, peering up at the castle's tightly closed gate through the wall of light.

From dawn to daybreak, then from daybreak to the sun high in the sky, and then gradually setting...

It was as if if they kept waiting there, the door would open, their child would run out, laughing and jumping into their arms, telling them it was all just a nightmare.

Belial, powerless to do anything about it, could only sigh deeply and move his outstretched palm closer to his chest. Then, he gently covered the little girl's ear in his palm with his thumb and forefinger.

Even though there were no earlobes to receive sound under the bandages wrapped around her face, he still made this movement unconsciously.

This is a conditioned reflex ingrained in our bones, originating from the soul of Earth ten thousand years ago, before it was completely covered by the Land of Light—in scenes unsuitable for children, we would always subconsciously cover the children's ears and eyes, trying to protect the beauty in their hearts.

Of course, Beria also knew that from now on, these parents would spend the rest of their lives consumed by guilt.

They would wake up in the middle of the night, repeatedly asking themselves the same question—why didn't they ask more questions when they led their child through the castle gates? Why didn't they think one step further? Why was trust so cheap, and why did awakening come so slowly? Why wasn't it them who died back then?

And these are questions they will never have answers to.

Even worse, although the king was dead, those children would never come back.

This will result in their pent-up hatred ultimately flowing entirely towards themselves.

They are not the perpetrators, but they can never forgive themselves either.

It is precisely this genuine expression of emotion that proves they have been kept in the dark and have never truly participated in this crime.

After all, the truly evil people, when the truth is revealed, will try every means to defend themselves. They might even shamelessly distort history to portray themselves as "victims" and gain sympathy.

Only good people who suffer from the world's injustices but are still willing to retain their inner kindness will shoulder the blame that is not theirs.

Therefore, Belial has never longed for power as much as he does now.

This time, however, it wasn't about saving his own life from the attack by the Aliens of Empera. Nor was it about being able to slack off and live a carefree life in the future.

Rather, it was this experience that, driven by the humanity deep within me, made me want to protect those innocent victims in the universe who have suffered the same or even worse hardships, yet have still not received redemption or help! To avenge them and uphold justice!

Perhaps in the future, I will inevitably become that villain...

But at least until that day comes, he will still be Belial.

It's from the Land of Light, Ultraman Belial!

Chapter 19 The Birth of the Yapools

After a brief rest and emotional release, Belial entrusted Ken to convey the bad news that the planet was too close to the black hole and was no longer suitable for their long-term habitation.

He proposed guiding them to gather materials and, in conjunction with Belial's genius, build a large immigration spaceship. This would allow them, under Belial's guidance, to travel to a new, habitable planet—unexpectedly discovered by Belial and Ken during their previous space explorations—that had yet to give rise to intelligent life.

At first, Beria thought that the proposal would be met with unanimous opposition from the survivors.

After all, even a land steeped in lies for generations is still the place where they were born, grew up, and buried their loved ones.

Furthermore, until the black hole expands further, this place is still relatively habitable. In fact, since the source of evil on this planet—that king who treated human life like dirt—has been completely killed by Belial, they will actually be better off than before.

Therefore, in Beria's view, it was quite normal to be met with unanimous opposition.

Not everyone has the courage to give up their comfortable life and start from scratch in an unfamiliar environment.

Therefore, when Belial spoke, he naturally assumed that he would need to use his persuasive skills to barely convince a small group of people to board the ship and embark on their journey into deep space as the seeds of civilization for this planet. The majority of the rest, however, insisted on staying behind, determined to perish with the planet.

However, to Beria's surprise, there were almost no dissenting voices.

The survivors' first reaction wasn't, like in most mindless melodramatic movies, shouting "We're not leaving!" or stubbornly opposing Beria and Ken, even suspecting they were plotting to take their land. Instead, it was a long, suffocating silence.

Then, someone silently stood up and walked towards the city, now reduced to ruins. They began collecting usable materials according to the design blueprints provided by Belial.

One person, two people, three people...

Gradually, more and more people joined this silent group.

They made no slogans, no noise, but quietly moved usable metal sheets from the rubble. Or they dragged out metal parts still in their packaging from collapsed warehouses. Or they dismantled the beams of collapsed buildings and used rough tools to grind them into framework.

Beria looked at the silent crowd and suddenly realized that this was their normal reaction.

Because these people's hearts have long been shattered by the cruel truth.

This means that every inch of land they tread on, and all the beautiful memories they once left behind, are now piercing their hearts.

The castle's high walls were no longer a symbol of glory, but a landmark of lies that trapped them for a lifetime.