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

His mouth was slightly open, and he didn't close it for a long time.

"Me... huh?"

A very low, incredulous murmur escaped his throat.

It crashed; my brain completely crashed.

Li Qingyang stared blankly at the soft light in his palm.

It was hit head-on by the 100-ton king.

The bones in his entire body are probably almost shattered into pieces.

Then his chest glowed.

Then, the injury was completely healed.

Now, he can even manually control the light.

Where is the logic in connecting all these elements?

He shook his head vigorously, trying to shake off the jumbled mess of things that were completely beyond his comprehension.

Can't get rid of it at all.

Forget it, I can't figure it out.

Li Qingyang took a deep breath. The musty smell in the air made him frown. Then, as if remembering something, he suddenly stood up.

Oh, right, that little girl!

He raised his right hand, and that warm light reappeared, like a small searchlight illuminating the corner of the narrow alley.

Wherever the light reaches, the filthy walls, scattered garbage bags, and rusty pipes are clearly visible.

There was no red dress.

There was no trace of her.

It was only cold and filthy.

Where did that child go? Was he hit by a car? Or...?

Li Qingyang's heart sank, and an inexplicable sense of unease welled up inside him.

He maintained the light in his hand as he walked quickly toward the alley entrance.

Each step made a slight sound as it landed on the wet, sticky ground.

The light at the alley entrance grew brighter and brighter.

He frowned and took the final step.

Then, he froze on the spot.

Before me was a completely unfamiliar street.

The dense array of Japanese signs filled the field of vision, with colorful kanji and kana intertwined to create a bizarre and visually striking effect.

Low-rise houses stand side by side, and utility poles divide the sky like a spider web.

Passersby dressed in various colors hurried by, speaking languages ​​from foreign lands.

He could understand what he saw and heard, but everything was completely different from the city he remembered.

Li Qingyang's expression froze, his mouth slightly open, and deep in his eyes was utter bewilderment and disbelief.

He instinctively took a half step back, almost tripping over himself.

The light in my hand had gone out at some point.

Covered in blood, he stood at the entrance of the dark alley, like a lost traveler who had stumbled into another world, staring blankly at the noisy and unfamiliar world before him.

Where the hell is this?

What the hell is this?!

and many more.

What the hell?

Li Qingyang's pupils contracted sharply as he suddenly noticed a subtle detail in his memory.

That little girl...

The sunlight was so bright that even the asphalt road reflected the light.

When he rushed over, all he could see was that red figure and the approaching, enormous shadow.

but……

Something seems off.

Sunlight.

shadow.

He blinked hard, trying to make the image clearer.

That little girl, in such dazzling sunlight, seemed... seemed to have no shadow?

Damn, this is really ghostly!!!

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New author, new book! Let's get started!

Main text: Chapter 1 Kato Megumi and the Space Vortex - 1/2

The damp air of the underground shelter was thick with the lingering smell of disinfectant, mixed with a faint, almost imperceptible odor of dust.

The incandescent bulb cast a cold light, illuminating the pristine white medical cubicle.

I've been here for a month now, and I've been through all sorts of things. In short, I've settled down for now using my medical skills.

Li Qingyang lowered his head and skillfully unwrapped the old bandage wrapped around the girl's left arm.

The cast has been removed, but the fracture marks are still visible, and the skin has an unnatural paleness.

He picked up a sterile cotton swab and gently cleaned the area.

The moment his fingertips touched the girl's delicate skin, a barely perceptible warmth seeped into the gaps between her bones along his fingers.

This was the only secret he could rely on after arriving in this strange world, and it was also the secret he had to hide at all costs.

For some reason, the light that appears in his body can heal himself and others, and when it is overclocked, it can enhance all aspects of his physical qualities.

The next day when I washed my face, I noticed I looked almost ten years younger. I wonder if it was because of the light...

Light is light.

The effects are outstanding, but it can't be done in the light of day.

Human nature is unpredictable, especially in a creepy place where every day is uncertain. Exposing special abilities might attract unwanted attention.

Is it for dissection and research, or is it being treated as some kind of savior or monster?

He had seen Nexus; he vividly remembered the horrific scene of his brother being captured, experimented on, and electrocuted.

Although his light wasn't the kind of power that could turn him into Ultraman, unlike Zhun Ge's, Li Qingyang didn't want to gamble.

Let's take a look at Tsuburaya Productions, which went bankrupt after filming Leo. After discovering that this was a world where monsters appeared, Li Qingyang immediately used the medical staff's communication phone issued by the shelter to search online.

Ever since the monsters started appearing and landing from the space vortex and were recognized by some middle-aged Ultraman fans as monsters that had appeared in a certain Ultraman TV series, the former Tsuburaya Productions has been in deep trouble.

The company went bankrupt and dissolved almost thirty years ago, yet all former employees were still brought back and placed under confinement, and were forcibly investigated and interrogated, with even their ancestors for eighteen generations being thoroughly investigated.

Even now, some people are still under house arrest and surveillance.

He didn't even dare to imagine what would happen if he, a person from another world, were discovered.

He felt no belonging here; all he wanted was to find his way back, to leave this monster-infested, hellish place…

A gentle warmth seeped silently into the girl's skin.

The girl's brows, which had been slightly furrowed due to mild discomfort, unconsciously relaxed, and a faint blush appeared on her pale face.

An indescribable sense of comfort spread from the injury in my arm.

She turned her head slightly and quietly gazed at Li Qingyang's focused profile.

His movements were very gentle, with a delicacy that seemed somewhat out of place with his otherwise rugged demeanor.

"Your technique is very skillful."

The girl's voice was very soft, like a feather brushing the surface of water, with a unique, gentle quality and a hint of curiosity.

"My hands are warm too, they feel a bit like the temperature of the morning sun..."

Li Qingyang paused almost imperceptibly as he wrapped the new bandage around his fingers, the subtle light swirling around his fingertips fading away.

"Um... my name is Kato Megumi."

The girl tilted her head slightly, the ends of her bob hair brushing against her cheek.

"Excuse me... what's your name?"

This time, Li Qingyang really stopped.

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with undisguised astonishment, and stared straight at the girl.

It was a pretty but somewhat ordinary face, with a neat bob haircut and regular features, which, when put together, created a unique and comfortable sense of harmony.

Those eyes were clear and pure, as if they contained nothing, yet they seemed to be able to see through many things.

Megumi Kato?

Which Kato Megumi?

That Kato Megumi?!

"Li Qingyang".

He lowered his head almost immediately, his voice devoid of emotion, and quickly secured the end of the bandage with a neat knot.

Then, he quickly threw the used cotton swabs and gauze into the medical waste bag, picked up the metal medical box next to him, turned around and left in a slightly hurried manner.

Kato Megumi watched his slightly hurried back and tilted her head slightly.

His gaze just now...

Is it just my imagination?

Why do I feel like I know her?

But she searched her memory thoroughly and couldn't find any impression of this young man named Li Qingyang, who exuded an aura of unapproachability.

Are you an international student?

Li Qingyang walked quickly through the makeshift, somewhat oppressive passageway of the shelter, surrounded by the low groans of the wounded and the busy footsteps of medical staff.

His brows were furrowed, and waves of turmoil surged within him.

Megumi Kato?

The Sage's Benevolence?

How to Raise a Boring Girlfriend?

Although he didn't watch it all, he still knew what type of anime it was.

Isn't that supposed to be a pure slice-of-life romantic comedy anime?

How can monsters appear out of spatial vortexes from time to time and cause massive demolitions?

The script is wrong!

He still vividly remembers what happened a month ago.

When he emerged from the stinking alley, covered in dried blood, and faced the completely unfamiliar Japanese streets, the intense sense of temporal and spatial disorientation nearly drove him to the brink of collapse.

The horrified yet pitying looks from the passersby, along with their chattering Japanese, made him realize that he had probably encountered the legendary time travel.