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

Not again?!

And in that place??

You fucking monster, you just build it in one place??

Kato Megumi keenly noticed the instantaneous stiffness in his body and the sudden change in his eyes.

"Li Jun?"

She followed his gaze, but only saw the silhouettes of the sunset and ruins, and found nothing unusual.

next second.

"Waaaaaah!!!"

The sharp, piercing alarm shattered the tranquility of dusk without warning.

The sound was shrill and urgent, like the wail of some dying beast, instantly covering the entire area, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression, and frantically drilling into everyone's eardrums.

This is not a drill.

This is the highest level monster disaster alert!

The brief peace surrounding the shelter was shattered.

The excavators working on the ruins in the distance came to an abrupt halt.

The scattered figures looked up at the sky in fear.

Nearby, at the entrance to the shelter, which had been relatively quiet just moments before, panicked shouts and chaotic footsteps suddenly erupted.

Li Qingyang turned his head sharply, his face ashen, looking in the direction from which the sound came from, then staring intently at the ominous dark vortex slowly rotating in the distant sky.

Damn it, what I feared most came to pass.

Without hesitation, he grabbed Kato Megumi's uninjured arm and quickly moved her into the shelter.

Main Text: Chapter Three: Spatial Vortexes Swirling, Golza and Melba—1/2

The siren sounded like a rusty saw, relentlessly cutting through the evening air and slicing through people's fragile nerves.

The entrance to the underground shelter was in complete chaos.

Screams, cries, and the shouts of the person in charge using a megaphone to maintain order were mixed together, creating a chaotic scene.

However, compared to the commotion at the entrance, a strange numbness permeated the deeper parts of the asylum.

Some of the people who had experienced the last disaster simply raised their heads, staring blankly in the direction from which the sound came. Their faces showed little fear, only a weariness that seemed almost resigned to their fate.

It was as if the piercing alarm was merely the background noise announcing another escape or an anticipation of judgment.

"here we go again……"

Someone murmured softly, their voice betraying neither fear nor weariness.

Li Qingyang, holding Kato Megumi's hand, squeezed into the relatively safe passageway inside the shelter, against the flow of a small number of people trying to rush out to look around.

The metal walls were cold and hard, and the old emergency lights overhead flickered with a stark white light, making the fear on people's faces even clearer.

"Mr. Li, that..."

Kato Megumi's voice trembled slightly, clearly indicating that the sudden turn of events had also frightened her.

Even those who usually appear calm and collected will waver when faced with the threat of death.

Li Qingyang didn't turn around, but he applied a little force with his hand to signal her to follow closely.

His gaze was sharp as a knife, piercing through the crowded throng, as if trying to see through the heavy underground fortifications to confirm once again the anomaly in the distant sky.

That spatial vortex.

Deep and slowly rotating, like a cold eye gazing at the earth.

According to the information revealed by this television news, the appearance of such a thing means disaster.

Monsters will crawl out of there.

Sometimes things happen very quickly, so quickly that destruction has already arrived just as the alarm sounds.

Sometimes it's very slow, slow enough for the vortex to hang in the sky for days, gradually instilling fear into everyone's heart, until the very last moment when the disguise is torn apart.

This uncertainty is itself a form of torment.

Li Qingyang's hearing was enhanced by light, allowing him to detect sounds from farther away and more subtle than ordinary people.

Besides the noise inside the shelter, he could also hear the sounds coming from outside.

Even in the remaining parts of the city, sirens blared across the sky.

The sound of a vehicle braking suddenly.

The sporadic gunfire was probably from some overly nervous patrolmen firing indiscriminately at it.

Further away, the faint rumble of tracks crushing the ground and the shriek of fighter jet engines tearing through the air could be heard.

The remaining armed forces in Tokyo are rapidly regrouping.

Their target was undoubtedly the ominous vortex above the ruins a few kilometers away.

Countless beams of searchlight pierced the twilight, locking the airspace where the vortex was located like a cage.

In the sky, the silhouettes of armed helicopters and jet fighters appeared and disappeared under the clouds, circling and forming the first line of defense.

On the ground, tanks, armored personnel carriers, and various mobile missile launch platforms are surging from all directions toward the edge of the ruins along the still passable roads, attempting to completely seal off that area.

A hunt targeting an unknown threat has begun.

It remains to be seen whether the roles of hunter and prey will be tragically reversed this time, just like last time.

Li Qingyang's Adam's apple bobbed, and a familiar sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart again.

He hated this feeling.

Every cause has an effect, and every effect has a cause. The endless light emanating from his body at this moment proves that this is definitely not a time travel without reason.

There must be a reason why he traveled to this world.

What exactly does the little girl in red who transported him here want him to do?

He was clearly (suspected) given this extraordinary power called light, yet he couldn't transform into a giant of light to directly engage in battle. What does that mean?

Is this light not the same as that light?

So what the hell is your light? The light of a wet nurse?

If you don't want me to fight monsters, can't you just let me go home already? Out of sight, out of mind!

What good is just healing? Without decent damage output, even if he transforms into the sun and shines on everything in one spot, instantly restoring full health, he still can't withstand a monster's tail lashing out and causing hundreds of deaths and injuries!

"Li Jun, your hand..."

Kato Megumi's voice rang out again, tinged with hesitation.

Li Qingyang then realized that, in his excitement, he had unconsciously used too much force when gripping her arm.

He immediately loosened his grip a little.

"Feel sorry."

His voice was a little hoarse.

Kato Megumi gently shook her head, her gaze falling on his tense profile.

The anxiety conveyed through his body language was quite obvious.

She didn't say anything more, but just quietly followed him, letting him pull her through the surging crowd.

She could sense the strong emotion emanating from Li Jun, an emotion that stood out starkly from the numb or panicked crowd around him.

It's not fear.

It's more like... a sense of frustration?

There is also a deep-seated anger.

Li Qingyang led Kato Megumi to a relatively quiet corner and stopped, leaning against the cold metal wall.

Some of the noise was blocked out, but the alarm was still shrill and piercing.

He released Kato Megumi's hand, his gaze still fixed on the direction of the shelter entrance, or rather, looking further into the distance through the entrance.

There, humanity is using flesh and blood and a torrent of steel to try to stop the impending catastrophe.

The boundless light within him was gradually becoming turbulent with his accelerating heartbeat, as if it wanted to break free of its constraints and do something.

But he knew that this light could heal the sick and save lives, strengthen the body, and might even make him younger, but it could not fight against the monster that blotted out the sky.

What exactly is the being that granted him power thinking?

Are they toying with him? Or are they waiting for a specific moment?

Or perhaps... this light itself wasn't meant to fight against this monster?

Kato Megumi looked at his tense profile and his eyes that seemed to be spitting fire, and did not disturb him.

She simply stood quietly beside him, sensing the chaos around her and the intense, undeniable presence emanating from him.

It was as if a surge of heat was about to burst forth from his body.

……

Two days have passed.

The black vortex hanging above the city ruins continues to spin silently, like a giant, indifferent eye opening into the unknown.

Nothing came out of it.

Not yet.

But that silent sense of oppression, like a real shadow, loomed over the hearts of everyone who looked up from the cracks in the shelter.

Taking advantage of this eerie calm, the transfer began.

Deeper and safer refuge facilities are said to be ready.

The people in the shelter, with their families and remaining belongings, began to move towards the designated assembly point in an orderly yet barely concealed manner, guided by the staff.

The disaster caused by the monster's appearance has a very large impact area. It is safe to stay at least ten kilometers away. This containment center is only four or five kilometers away from the spatial vortex. The distance is neither too far nor too far, which is somewhat dangerous. The people must be transferred as soon as possible.

Li Qingyang leaned against the entrance of the shelter, watching the flow of people.

The smell of disinfectant seemed to have faded, replaced by a mixture of sweat, dust, and a sense of collective anxiety.

He doesn't need to be transferred; as a temporary medical worker, he has to stay until the end.

Just then, a child's innocent voice drifted into his ears.

"Dad, are we moving again?"

A little boy who looked about five or six years old tilted his head back and tugged at the hem of the man's clothes next to him.

The man squatted down, a smile appearing on his tired face, and patted the boy's head.

"Yes, let's go to a safer place."

"Then... is the monster coming again?"

The boy's voice was filled with obvious fear, and his little hands were clenched tightly.

"Ultraman...when will Ultraman come to fight the monsters?"

In his other hand, he tightly gripped a slightly chipped, red and silver Ultraman plastic toy.

The toy's pose is the classic Specium Ray firing action.

The man's smile froze for a moment, then softened again.

"Yes, Ultraman will definitely come."

"Until then, let's trust in the power of humanity itself..."

Li Qingyang silently turned his gaze away.

Ultraman?