I was transported by the 100-ton Wang Chuangfei and became a plasma spark spirit?

Li Qingyang raised an eyebrow and swiped to answer the call.

"Lord Qingyang!!!"

As soon as the call connected, Hayasaka Ai's excited, distorted voice burst from the receiver, so loud that Li Qingyang had to hold the phone away from her ear.

"You're back safe and sound! That's wonderful! I thought... I thought..."

His voice trembled slightly, as if a huge stone that had been weighing on his heart all night had finally been lifted, filled with the joy of something lost and found again.

Li Qingyang lazily lay on the low table, propping his chin up with one hand, watching Gaddy on the other side intently devouring dog food. The corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up slightly, and a warm feeling surged through his heart.

"What, you thought I wasn't coming back?"

"No!" Hayasaka Ai hurriedly denied, but the worry in her tone betrayed her true feelings. "It's just... it's just that last night I saw you transform into that new Ultraman and then disappear into that spatial rift. I was really worried..."

Her voice grew softer and softer until it almost became a shy murmur.

"Oh, right, that new transformation is called Empat, isn't it? It looks so majestic! It's completely different from Lord Zoffy's!"

"Yes, it's Enpat," Li Qingyang said with a smile. "Things over there have been resolved, so you don't need to worry."

"Really?!" Hayasaka Ai's voice immediately filled with boundless longing and curiosity. "Is the child who cried for help that Madam mentioned alright? And how is Earth over there... oh no, how is that world over there?"

"It's solved, it's all solved. To put it simply, I helped them speed through the finale."

From the other end of the phone came Hayasaka Ai's excited, incoherent voice: "That's amazing! Lord Seiyo is truly the best! The people in that world must be so grateful to you! And that child who cried for help, he must be so happy now, right?"

Hmm... you keep talking about children.

Li Qingyang's expression was subtle.

I wonder how Renlong would feel if he heard this.

"I guess so... By the way, how are things on your end? Is the little ghost girl alright?"

"Eh? Madam? I haven't seen her since Lord Qingyang left, and neither has Lady Kaguya. She's been quite down all day because of it, constantly muttering about why Mom didn't come today..."

"I see..."

It looks like the little ghost girl has officially gone into seclusion to grind the earth. I wonder how long she'll be grinding before she comes out... Let's take a look.

Li Qingyang closed his eyes, activated the three-colored Earth Light within his body, and instantly extended his consciousness to the entire Earth, taking everything into his perception from a macroscopic perspective.

The next instant, a surge of joyful attachment and deep affection welled up from the depths of the earth, embracing his consciousness tightly, clinging to it, and then reluctantly fading away...

Ouch...did she just lick me?

The black-haired boy opened his eyes and licked his dry lips with a strange expression.

It seems that playing with Ah is quite a busy thing, otherwise, given how clingy this little girl is, she would have already appeared and been hanging on him by now...

"Speaking of which, I have some good news to tell Lord Qingyang!"

"What good news?"

Hayasaka Ai's voice was full of enthusiasm, "Everything regarding the fitness equipment you requested has been prepared!"

"So fast?" Li Qingyang was somewhat surprised. "Where?"

"It's in the Shinomiya family's secret underground training room!" Hayasaka Ai's tone was filled with an indescribable excitement. "As per Lord Seiyo's request, I've prepared barbells of various sizes, the heaviest of which weighs 1.5 tons! There are also all sorts of other training equipment, absolutely enough to meet all your needs!"

Li Qingyang lay on the low table, listening to Hayasaka Ai's endless report while watching Gedi lick the dog food bowl until it shone. He asked, "Is it convenient for me to go over now? Will it disturb your daily routine?"

Hayasaka Ai responded immediately from the other end of the phone, sounding slightly hurried: "Convenient! Of course convenient! Lord Qingyang can come whenever you want! We have made all the necessary preparations! Just give the order, and the training room in the basement of Shinomiya will be ready to welcome you at any time!"

“If you come now, I can also prepare a top-notch breakfast for you to reward you for your hard work all night!” Hayasaka Ai spoke very quickly, afraid that Li Qingyang would refuse, and even began to describe the breakfast plan, “Top-quality ingredients, cooked by our Shinomiya Villa’s exclusive chef, guaranteed to make your training day full of energy!”

"Ah... um, simple is fine, thank you, Hayasaka."

It was only then that Li Qingyang belatedly realized something subtle.

Oh... this trip has led me to the unknown (?) basement of Shinomiya...

Is this a coincidence?

Why do I have this inexplicable feeling that Hayasaka Ai has been planning this for a long time?

Hmm... whatever, he's Ultraman anyway. Even if this fangirl is super enthusiastic, she wouldn't do something as crazy as locking Ultraman in a basement... probably.

After the dog licked the food out of its bowl, Li Qingyang scooped it up. With a thought, he activated the Uranus Light within his body, transforming it into a silvery-white stream of light that headed straight for the Shinomiya mansion in Tokyo's Minato Ward...

..................

I'll write a snapshot of my daily life; I hope I won't get criticized? (cautiously)

I've stopped taking painkillers and anti-inflammatory drugs. My mother says I can't take more than that in a day, and that I can only take them for three to five days.

Then... she checked the dosage.

Sigh... I was utterly devastated at that moment...

They found out I'd taken too much medication, and I got hit on the head several times. It hurts so much. (Tears welling up)

(Setting out bowls)

Chapter 138 Kaguya: Did you hide my mother? Li Qingyang: ?

Chiba Prefecture, the Kato family.

The morning sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a warm glow on the sumptuous breakfast table.

The new day was made exceptionally bright by that 50 million yen lottery ticket.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was relaxed and pleasant. Mrs. Kato hummed an off-key tune as she placed the perfectly cooked tamagoyaki (Japanese rolled omelet) in front of her daughter and husband.

"Speaking of which, I didn't see Li Jun all day yesterday." Mrs. Kato suddenly remembered something and looked at her daughter, "Xiao Hui, have you been able to contact him? Did you get through on his phone?"

Her tone carried a natural concern, after all, that outstanding young man was almost a member of the family.

"I can't get in touch with them. They must have gone to Tokyo."

Kato Megumi sipped her miso soup slowly, her voice calm, "There might be some urgent matter. A friend from Tokyo came to see him earlier."

Her eyes were lowered, her long eyelashes casting faint shadows in the morning light. Her fingers unconsciously swiped across the phone screen, unlocking and then locking it again.

"Is that so? But this child left in such a hurry, without even saying goodbye." Mrs. Kato pulled out a chair and sat down, a hint of worry in her eyes. "We can't reach him by phone either. I hope nothing bad has happened to him."

Li Jun probably didn't not say hello; he just... might not have had time.

The bob-haired girl thought to herself.

"Honey, don't scare yourself."

Mr. Kato, holding scissors, carefully cut out Zoffy's image from the newspaper along the edges, saying without looking up, "These days, it's common for young people to run out of battery on their phones. Besides, Mr. Li is a steady and reliable person; what could possibly happen to him?"

"That's true, but I still feel uneasy." Mrs. Kato sighed, then seemed to remember something, and a smile returned to her face. "But then again, Hui, you young people should keep in touch more. Look, Li Jun is so outstanding, you can't afford not to seize the opportunity."

"Mom..." Kato Megumi tilted her little face up, blinked her eyes, and spoke in her usual soft, harmless tone, "You brought this up yesterday too, so are you going to bring it up every day from now on...?"

What's wrong with this kid? He has absolutely no sense of crisis...

A young man as outstanding as Li Jun would be highly sought after in any circle of women.

If Li Junzhen is taken away by another woman, don't blame your mother for not saying anything before.

Mrs. Kato sighed, said nothing more, and picked up her bowl to eat.

Mr. Kato finally managed to cut out the perfect picture of Zoffy from the newspaper, carefully blew away the scraps of paper from the edges, and happily prepared to find a place to paste it up...

Oh my, Zoffy is so handsome.

............

Sawamura Residence, Chiba Prefecture.

Morning light pierced through the sheer curtains, cutting out bright geometric shapes on the wooden floor.

Fine dust particles floated in the air, along with the faint smell of turpentine mixed with paint, characteristic of art supplies.

Eriri rubbed her sleepy eyes as she walked out of the bedroom. Her golden twin ponytails weren't styled as meticulously as usual; they just hung loosely behind her shoulders, making her look less like a refined young lady and more like a lazy, ordinary girl.

The living room was empty.

A Western-style breakfast was laid out on the table, with a note next to it.

It was written in the delicate yet playful handwriting of her mother, Sayuri Sawamura.

"Dear Eriri-chan~ Mommy has an important tea party today, so I'm heading out early. Breakfast is ready. Also, Mashiro-chan probably stayed up all night last night, so please take care of her, Eriri-chan~ PS: The Baumkuchen is on the second shelf of the fridge; you can use it as a reward to appease the kids. Love, Mommy~?"

"...She definitely ran away, you idiot mom."

Eriri picked up the note, glanced at it, and her blood pressure immediately rose slightly.

Then, angrily, he crumpled it into a ball, accurately threw it into the trash can, and turned to brush his teeth and wash his face.

When she got back, she pulled out a chair and sat down. She took a bite of her sandwich with little appetite, but her gaze kept drifting toward the closed door at the end of the corridor.

Take care of Shiina Mashiro.

These words now seem like a tight rein.

At first, Eriri appeared indifferent to this world-class genius painter, but in reality, as the former Eri Kashiwagi, she held a deep sense of awe in her heart.

It was a kind of yearning from one's own kind for an unattainable peak.

But when this genius's other side—his devastating self-care ability—was revealed to her without reservation, all the awe turned into endless headaches and frustration.

She'd rather transform into the weakest Ultraman and fight the strongest monster to the death than face that kind of disaster scene!

She'd die fighting for humanity! But she absolutely can't let a clueless idiot drive her to her death!

Eriri slowly finished her breakfast, sighed resignedly, and got up to walk towards the room that was like Pandora's box.

Well, since they're guests, I guess I should at least...

The moment Eriri pushed open the door, she felt her breath catch in her throat.

If yesterday was a minor typhoon passing through, then today this place is a complete ruin, struck head-on by a meteorite!

The open suitcase lay askew on the floor, and the clothes that had been folded just yesterday—shirts, T-shirts, and skirts—were scattered in a distorted manner on the floor, chairs, and even the easel, as if swept by a tornado.

What made Eriri's pupils shrink the most was that several familiar pieces of clothing, belonging to a young girl, were hanging brazenly at the foot of the bed and on the back of a chair, some even lying by the door, exuding an air of desolation...

Eriri's brain went blank for three seconds.

Immediately, a surge of scalding anger shot from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. She felt as if what flowed in her veins was not blood, but magma about to erupt.

"Shiina Mashiro!"

A scream, a mixture of despair and utter despair, echoed throughout the Sawamura residence, nearly lifting the roof off.

"Didn't I just tell you yesterday to tidy up your room?! Why! Why has it gotten even worse now?!!"

............

Tokyo, Shinomiya Villa, underground secret training room.

Unlike the chaotic scene at the Sawamura family's house, this place is utterly quiet.

The air was thick with the cold, metallic scent of metal, and the sharp, metallic clanging echoed through the spacious, almost luxurious professional gym, each clang heavy enough to make an ordinary person's heart skip a beat.

Li Qingyang was shirtless, sweat trickling down his well-defined muscles and splashing small water droplets on the clean floor.

He gripped the specially made, thickened barbell with both hands, and the muscles in his arms, back, and even waist and abdomen bulged and stretched instantly, forming arcs filled with explosive power.

At both ends of the barbell, the stacked black metal discs, the size of millstones, hummed slightly under the immense force, and the entire alloy bar bent into a visible, terrifying curve.

He lifted the 1.5-ton weight from the ground, up to his waist, and slowly lowered it onto the specially made floor, again and again, with an almost steady rhythm.

For him at this moment, this level of tonnage is just right for the endurance group.

Li Qingyang felt the immense pressure, fifteen times stronger than the previous 100kg dumbbell, travel from his spine to his entire body, and a satisfied sense of pleasure rose in his dark eyes.

Mmm, that feels great.

Although he went to Earth before leaving the Land of Light and brought back the last piece of the Ultra Brothers puzzle—Ultraman Seven's light and the light of L77's unfortunate lion and tiger brothers—and also had Empert's mecha, he almost no longer had any transformation anxiety, but...

Who can resist the temptation to evolve into a giant of light?

How can we give up so easily on the path of evolution that has reached its midpoint!

Of course, we should keep practicing!

Of course, you have to keep practicing your teeth and mouth!

Just as the black-haired boy was completely absorbed in the struggle against his own limits, a gaze that almost burned through his skin was firmly fixed on his bare back.