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

There was no time for sentimentality; Li Qingyang's speech suddenly quickened.

"There's no time to explain! You must remember what I'm about to say!"

His gaze first fell on Fengyuan.

"Feng Yuan, Astra is not dead! He is now by the side of the King of Ultra. You two brothers will definitely have a chance to reunite in the future! When that happens, you must make sure he stays and fights against the Dark Shadow Mage with you!"

"What did you say?!"

These words were like a thunderclap from the heavens, exploding in Feng Yuan's mind and freezing him in place. The next second, overwhelming joy overwhelmed his reason, and he trembled with excitement.

"My brother... Astra is still alive?! Is it true?!"

The news that his younger brother was still alive gave him a new hope for life.

Li Qingyang nodded emphatically, then turned to Zhuxingtuan beside him.

Dan Moroboshi thought he was about to reveal some major secret concerning the survival of the universe, and met his gaze, his expression becoming extremely serious.

Under his gaze, Li Qingyang spoke solemnly...

"Don't put the MAC team's headquarters in the sky, it's too conspicuous. They'll easily be used as spinning tops by aliens and wiped out!"

After saying that, Li Qingyang chuckled to himself, then realized something and, looking horrified, extended his Er Kang hand to the two of them.

"Damn, I've been so focused on you guys that I forgot about myself. Give me some pointers!"

Before he could finish speaking, Li Qingyang's radiant figure flashed and vanished without a trace before their eyes.

……ah?

Dan Moroboshi's extremely serious expression suddenly froze on his face, turning into a blank and dazed look.

Wh...what happened?

Is the MAC headquarters in danger...? How did he know?

and many more……

Was this boy so focused on reminding them of the future crisis that he forgot about the imminent, critical crisis concerning his own survival?

This……

He only cares about others and forgets about himself. What a spirit of Ultraman he is!

Dan Moroboshi quickly sorted out his thoughts. His goodwill towards this light consciousness from another dimension instantly surged, but a deeper worry followed.

This boy is saving his world thanks to Zoffy's light. If that light runs out and he doesn't get a replacement, the consequences will be...

Damn it! If only he had reacted in time and given me his light first!

Moroboshi Dan was filled with remorse.

"Thank goodness! Thank goodness! Astra isn't dead! My brother Astra isn't dead!!!"

Feng Yuan, beaming with joy, even jumped and pounded his fists in celebration, a stark contrast to the grave and worried expression on Moroboshi Dan's face...

Then, he eagerly raised his fist, preparing to transform into Leo with his Lion Eyes and travel to the universe to find his younger brother.

But a large hand reached out from the side and pressed down on his arm.

Feng Yuan was taken aback. He turned his head and saw that the middle-aged man, who was also an Ultra Warrior, was staring intently at him.

"Wait, young man, you can't leave yet."

"...?"

And so, Fengyuan's future was ruined.

The TV series of Ultraman Leo was thus put into production.

…………

Inside the spacetime tunnel, the shadow mage's disheveled figure traversed the chaotic and disordered currents, rapidly moving through the shattered light and shadow, finally stopping before a spacetime entrance completely sealed off by a giant hourglass phantom and countless broken spacetime patterns.

After carefully examining the illusory hourglass for a while, he uttered a sound of surprise and uncertainty.

"They didn't come out...?"

The spacetime barrier he set up showed no signs of anything unusual. What's going on?

How did that dazzling madman get out?

This……

Shall we go in and take a look?

The Shadow Mage hesitated.

After pondering for a while, considering the power of the otherworldly human's light to restrain him, he resolutely abandoned the option that might result in him being instantly killed if he showed his face.

He then took out the mysterious crystal from before and laid down layer upon layer of spacetime barriers, wrapping the spacetime entrance like a ball of yarn before reluctantly putting his hands away.

Humph……

Now let's see how you get out!

The Dark Shadow Mage turned and transformed into a shadow, shooting into the depths of the spacetime tunnel and disappearing completely.

Chapter 55: Kaguya Shinomiya Sees the Demon Again

Before the entrance to spacetime, a huge hourglass phantom and a thick barrier woven from countless broken spacetime patterns floated silently.

A moment later.

A faint golden light drifted leisurely from the other end of the time-space passage.

He paused briefly before the reinforced spacetime entrance, seemingly examining the enormous barrier before him, which resembled a ball of yarn.

Then, with a gentle descent, as if nothing were there, it easily pierced through the layers of spacetime barriers and disappeared on the other side of the entrance.

The sturdy barrier, on which the Dark Shadow Mage had placed such high hopes, didn't even ripple...

......

late at night.

The master bedroom of the Shinomiya Bessou is so quiet that you can hear the moonlight flowing through it.

The magnificent chandelier reflected the cold, clear light from outside the window, casting intricate and silent shadows on the velvet carpet.

Kaguya Shinomiya's eyelashes trembled slightly as she slowly opened her eyes.

What comes into view is the bed ceiling, so familiar it's etched into my very bones.

Is it dawn...?

What about Hayasaka?

Normally, before she wakes up at this time, Hayasaka Ai's footsteps, as precise as an alarm clock, should appear outside the door.

However, now—

Kaguya Shinomiya's gaze, tinged with a hint of bewilderment, slowly swept across the room.

A sense of utter incongruity entered her senses, like an ink droplet spreading quietly in clear water.

Something is wrong.

On the wall, the brass pendulum of the antique clock remained motionless.

And those three slender pointers were rotating in the opposite direction in a smooth, visible manner.

The moonlight outside the window was no longer a cold, silvery white, but rather presented an unnatural, soft golden halo, like a warm veil enveloping the plants in the courtyard.

The girl slowly sat up, the rustling sound of the silk bedding slipping off her body particularly clear in the eerie silence.

This is...in a dream...?

The thought had barely crossed her mind when Kaguya Shinomiya nipped it in the bud.

People are usually unaware that they are dreaming.

Dreams are a wasteland of logic and a swamp of consciousness. No matter how absurd the scene, the person in it will accept it completely and become accustomed to it.

For example, you wouldn't feel anything wrong with dreaming that you grow wings or discussing philosophy with a talking cat.

But now, her mind is like a still, icy lake, reflecting everything with crystal clarity, almost too clear-headed.

Every detail in the room felt incredibly real to her; she could even feel the movement of dust particles in the air...

No, that's not right either. Rather, it's too clear, which in turn proves that this is a dream.

Kaguya Shinomiya silently stared at the lines on her palm, counting them in her head from the center of her palm to the tips of her fingers. After arriving at a precise number that shouldn't have been, she confirmed that this was the dream world where wishes come true.

It's strange that I'm so clearly aware that I'm dreaming...

But if it's in a dream... then this kind of thing should be possible, right?

The moment Kaguya Shinomiya's thought arose, a pair of enormous, pure white wings stretched out from behind her, scattering a large number of feathers that slowly drifted down onto the wide bed. Each feather seemed to be woven from moonlight, pure and flawless.

Upon seeing this scene, a glimmer of curiosity finally appeared in Princess Kaguya's cold, crimson eyes.

She tried flapping her wings, and her body floated lightly into the air.

Although there was a very slight and unsightly sway at the beginning, she mastered the trick in the next instant.

With the grace of a ballerina, she gracefully circled the bedroom once before silently landing back on the velvet carpet, a faint blush appearing on her delicate, fair face.

The corners of her mouth, which usually remain almost unchanged, turned up slightly with a hint of excitement.

This feeling of doing whatever you want is so fun... no, it's really interesting.

Her gaze moved upwards, landing on the elaborate and ornate crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

If this is possible, then...

In the blink of an eye, the solid roof and chandelier vanished, replaced by a deep, boundless night sky studded with stars.

The summer star map from her memory was perfectly replicated in this free dream, with the positions and brightness of the stars exactly the same. The entire bedroom instantly transformed into a quiet planetarium that belonged only to her.

Kaguya Shinomiya's lips twitched almost imperceptibly as a bolder, more her own style of thought emerged.

As the thought crossed his mind, several figures slowly appeared in the room.

In the corner, a five- or six-year-old girl, dressed in an elaborate and restrictive kimono, sat upright, hugging her knees, quietly watching the false golden moon outside the window, her eyes filled with a tranquility beyond her years.

In the center of the room, a girl of about ten years old, dressed in the uniform of Shuchiin Academy Elementary School, was practicing the tea ceremony meticulously. Every movement was precise to the millimeter, as if she were not brewing tea, but executing a precise procedure that could not tolerate any mistakes. Her small, pale pink lips were tightly pursed.

Beside the desk, a girl who had just entered the junior high school of Shuchiin, wearing white gloves, was slowly and meticulously arranging flowers with the precision of a scalpel.

She cut a delicate rose from its stem and removed the stamen of a lily. From beginning to end, her porcelain doll-like face displayed the focused indifference of someone completing a task.

The entire room was enacting a replay of Kaguya Shinomiya's life up to this point.

Silent mime, absurd yet real.

Suddenly, all the past Kaguya stopped moving, turned their heads in unison, and looked at their present selves, who were gently fluttering their pure white wings, with different yet equally empty eyes.

Kaguya Shinomiya merely raised an eyebrow, showing no emotion whatsoever, and instead elegantly snapped her fingers.

A silver tea set appeared out of thin air and automatically floated up, pouring a perfectly warm cup of black tea for everyone in the room, including the little girl in the corner...

Oh...when you have some free time, have some tea, that's the best place in the country.

Just as Kaguya Shinomiya was immersing herself in the pleasure of absolute control that was impossible in reality.

The air in the center of the room, like a calm lake surface tossed with a stone, suddenly began to ripple without warning.

A crimson hue gathered in the center of the room, slowly transforming into the petite figure of a young girl.

The bright red halter dress clung to her body, outlining the girl's still-developing, youthful features. The light skirt swayed gently in the invisible wind, revealing her slender, straight calves and fair, delicate ankles.

Bathed in the golden moonlight, the red dress shimmered with a soft glow, making her bare, fair shoulders and collarbones appear even more exquisitely sculpted, almost translucent.

A pair of dark, clear eyes gazed silently at the girl who had spread her pure white wings.

Kaguya Shinomiya's gaze froze, and the entire scene in the bedroom seemed to freeze.

Does she know this little girl in the red dress?

I recognize it.

Not only did I recognize her, but I almost called her "Mom" before...

“It’s you…” Kaguya Shinomiya murmured, her gaze unconsciously drifting down to her feet before she noticed.