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

He forced a smile, but couldn't manage to force it.

This is the third monster disaster alert he has heard of this month.

The television news always showed the defense forces' arduous or tragic resistance, the devastation of cities reduced to ruins, and the anchors choking back tears as they reported the casualty figures.

again and again.

If such an omnipotent giant of light truly exists in this world, how could it not appear?

Watch as the children are left clinging to their plastic toys, endlessly questioning a fantasy that will never come true.

If Ultraman really existed, he would have jumped out from some unknown corner and beaten up a monster within three minutes of the children asking the question, specifically targeting some old man.

But the reality is that it doesn't exist.

That kind of thing simply doesn't exist in this world.

The only thing related to light is him, a disheartened adult with a dark heart and no light in his soul.

That's enough.

Li Qingyang stared at the sky outside the shelter, which was gradually being swallowed by twilight, his gaze somber.

"Li Jun is frowning again."

A calm female voice came from behind me.

Li Qingyang subconsciously relaxed his habitually furrowed brows and turned around.

It's Megumi Kato.

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I'll update twice a week, to reach the word count and get a trial push...

Main Text: Chapter Four: Spatial Vortexes Swirling, Golza and Melba – 2/2

The girl was wearing plain-colored clothes that were uniformly distributed by the shelter. They were a little faded from washing, but still clean and tidy.

Her left arm was still bandaged and hung quietly at her side.

As she tilted her head, the ends of her signature bob haircut gently brushed against her cheeks, revealing her delicate and clean profile.

Those calm, expressionless eyes were quietly watching him.

All around were the sounds of people talking, the dragging of footsteps, and the suppressed cries of children; the air was thick with the smell of sweat and unease.

She stood there, as if she had created a small space of her own, isolated from the chaos.

Li Qingyang looked at her, then glanced at the crowd not far away who were queuing to board the transfer vehicle.

Aren't you going to seek refuge?

He asked calmly, his voice flat, "Where is the rest of the family?"

Kato Megumi gave a faint smile, like a tiny ripple spreading across a spring lake after a pebble has been thrown in.

"Mom and Dad are already waiting in the car outside."

She stretched out her good right hand and waved the phone she was holding.

"I forgot my phone earlier, so I came back to get it. It took me a little while."

Li Qingyang nodded, indicating that he understood.

"Then you should hurry up and leave. The sooner you leave, the safer you will be."

Kato Megumi gave a soft "hmm," her gaze returning to Li Qingyang's face, her tone remaining steady.

"Li Jun, please be careful. Once things are settled here, please leave and seek refuge as soon as possible..."

After Kato Megumi finished speaking, her gaze gently fell, as if she were looking at the phone held in her good hand.

The only sounds in the air were the faint wailing of alarms in the distance and the noisy footsteps of people evacuating nearby.

She paused for a moment.

My fingertips unconsciously brushed against the smooth edge of the phone.

Then, as if she had made up her mind, she raised her head again, her gaze calmly falling on Li Qingyang's face once more.

“That… Mr. Li.”

Her voice remained relatively flat, but it carried a subtle, almost imperceptible emotion.

"If it's convenient... could we exchange contact information?"

Kato Megumi tilted her head slightly, her clear eyes reflecting Li Qingyang's slightly surprised face. "Otherwise, after this refuge, it might be difficult to meet again."

Li Qingyang was indeed taken aback for a moment.

Exchange contact information?

He subconsciously sized up the girl in front of him.

The plain-colored clothes distributed by the shelter were a bit worn from washing, but still clean.

His left arm was still in a sling, but his expression was as calm as if he were discussing the weather.

But beneath this unusual composure, he keenly noticed something different.

The girl's fair and delicate earlobes were now slightly tinged with a light pink.

This blush stood out starkly against the dim and oppressive surroundings, carrying an indescribable feeling...

A thought suddenly popped into his mind: she likes me.

Then it was immediately rejected.

Bah! She's a young girl in the prime of her life, and you're a nearly 30-year-old old man. You don't even deserve her. Here, take your friend card.

She must have gotten too hot from running, and her blood was rushing to her head. Don't overthink it.

Li Qingyang's thoughts went through many twists and turns, but his face remained calm.

He pulled out the old-fashioned cell phone, which was issued by the shelter and had extremely basic functions, from his pocket.

“彳”.

He responded with a swift and decisive action.

The two moved closer, each operating their phones, the faint light from the screens illuminating their faces.

The exchange of contact information was completed quickly.

Kato Megumi seemed satisfied; her smile even seemed brighter. Holding her phone, she gently waved goodbye to Li Qingyang and walked towards the transfer vehicle…

……

Li Qingyang leaned against the cold railing, took out a mint from his pocket, tore open the wrapper, and threw it into his mouth, silently feeling the cool sensation bursting on his tongue. His slightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed.

He doesn't usually eat sweets.

However, this was a gift from Kato Megumi, meant to express her gratitude for her care, and it would be a waste not to eat it.

Just in time, the coolness of the mint candy could help relieve his irritability.

Another week has passed, and it has now been nine days since the spatial vortex appeared.

The sky seemed to have been ripped open with an unhealable scar, and the deep black vortex still hung over the city ruins more than ten kilometers away.

It just kept spinning quietly, without making a sound, yet it exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.

The surrounding area had already been tightly sealed off, and the camouflaged armored vehicles, like silent steel behemoths, guarded every intersection.

Armed soldiers patrol around the clock, anti-aircraft missile launchers silently point to the sky, and radar antennas rotate tirelessly.

A tense stillness permeated the air, like a string that could snap at any moment.

The shelter, which was originally overcrowded, was completely emptied two days ago.

The chaotic evacuation triggered by that sudden high alert is still vivid in my mind—screams, cries, shoving, and an atmosphere of despair.

Li Qingyang was transferred along with the crowd to a larger temporary resettlement site on the other side of the city.

He continued doing his old job, wearing ill-fitting temporary work clothes, moving through the makeshift medical area filled with the smell of disinfectant.

During his short lunch break, he climbed to the rooftop of the resettlement building to get some fresh air and refresh himself.

The wind was a bit strong, making the stray hairs on his forehead dance wildly.

He squinted, not using light to enhance his vision, but simply gazing at the ominous black dot on the distant horizon.

It was too far away; to the naked eye, it was just a blurry outline.

But he felt that the thing seemed to have gotten a size bigger than when he saw it a week ago.

Is it just my imagination?

Is that passage connecting to another world really expanding?

tsk...

Who cares? He's not from this world, nor is he Ultraman. Why think so much? Let's just slack off.

Li Qingyang cleared his mind, found a step to sit on, and let the breeze blow on him.

As he played the flute, he became sleepy and wanted to close his eyes and take a nap when a very faint voice suddenly rang in his ear without warning.

"Help……"

What is that?!

Li Qingyang suddenly opened his eyes, jumped up from the steps, and looked around in astonishment.

The rooftop was deserted, with only the mournful sound of the wind.

Auditory hallucination?

Or is it... something dirty?

"please……"

The voice rang out again, as thin as a wisp of smoke, ethereal and uncertain, indistinguishable between male and female, and its origin unclear.

It wasn't like something heard through the ears; it was more like an echo directly imprinted deep within the consciousness, carrying a strange penetrating power.

Before Li Qingyang could find the source of the voice, almost at the same moment, the black vortex on the distant horizon suddenly stopped spinning.

The profound darkness seemed to freeze for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, the center of the vortex suddenly collapsed and contracted inward, and then expanded violently again.

A visible, water-like ripple spread out from the space.

A silent tremor spread throughout the atmosphere.

Li Qingyang felt his heart leap, and he subconsciously looked up at the sky, an ominous premonition washing over him.

coming!

He subconsciously focused the light within his body into his eyes, and his vision instantly became incredibly clear and sharp, penetrating a distance of more than ten kilometers to lock onto the vortex that had undergone the mutation.

In the deepest darkness of the vortex, something is slowly and struggling to squeeze out.

That was a... head.

A huge, grotesque head covered with jagged, rock-like wrinkles.

It looks hard and heavy, carrying an aura of ancient times.

A dim yet violent red light flickered in his two deep-set eyes.

As the head slowly emerged, the edges of the passage connecting to the other dimension seemed to groan under the weight of the burden.

The monster opened its massive maw, filled with fangs, and let out an angry, suppressed roar.

roar--!!!

The sound waves were like a tangible impact; even from a great distance, Li Qingyang could feel the slight tremors from the floor beneath his feet and the oppressive feeling in the air that made his chest feel tight.

Countless searchlight beams were already locked onto that head, outlining its enormous and terrifying silhouette.

On the ground, those steel structures that were on high alert appeared so small at this moment.