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

Her signature bob haircut swayed gently with her breath, and she was quietly engrossed in her phone, completely out of place with the surrounding noise.

And standing next to the girl was an unexpected person.

Shizuka Hiratsuka is the Japanese language and life skills teacher at Soubu High School.

She was leaning against the cold wall, arms crossed, a lit cigarette dangling from her lips as usual, her brows furrowed, lost in thought.

"Oh, young man, you've finally arrived."

Hiratsuka Shizuka caught a glimpse of the approaching figure out of the corner of her eye. She immediately raised her hand and waved lightly at the black-haired boy, "Your little neighbor has been waiting for you here for ages."

The female teacher's voice cut through the slightly noisy environment, not only stopping Li Qingyang, but also making the bob-haired girl who had been focused on her phone screen look up.

The halo of light from the screen faded from her face, and Kato Megumi looked at Li Qingyang with a faint but calm smile on her lips, as if all the previous chaos had not touched her at all.

"Li Jun, you're here."

Li Qingyang stopped in his tracks, met her gaze, and then turned to Hiratsuka Shizuka, nodding slightly as a silent response.

Hiratsuka Shizuka's gaze swept quickly over him, and only after confirming that he was safe and sound did she seem to breathe a sigh of relief and reach out to pat his shoulder.

"We can't run around during this dangerous time."

"It's good that he's not coming. I heard Zoffy has already shown up, and this riot will be over soon. The air raid sirens outside have probably stopped by now, right?"

"Yes, it's stopped," Li Qingyang replied briefly.

“Then it’s all right.” Hiratsuka Shizuka grinned, revealing a set of neat, white teeth. “But just in case, let’s stay in the shelter for a while.”

“彳”.

Li Qingyang nodded in agreement, then silently moved to Kato Megumi's side, leaning against the cold wall.

His arrival seemed to ignite Hiratsuka Shizuka's interest in conversation.

The female teacher broke her silence and began to enthusiastically analyze Zoffy's invincible achievements for the two of them.

With spittle flying from her lips, her eyes gleamed with fanaticism. She didn't look like a patient and persuasive teacher; she looked more like a fangirl discussing her idol...

It would have been better if she hadn't said anything, as Li Qingyang had already caught his breath a bit.

But the more she talked, the happier she became, the darker Li Qingyang's face grew, as if even the light was fleeing in fear, ultimately being completely swallowed by shadow...

Every word representing victory and power felt like a heavy weight, constantly pulling his heart down.

The heroic epic told by Shizuka Hiratsuka forms a sharp and absurd contrast with the apocalyptic tragedy in his memory.

The towering flames scorched the sky, and the charred, curled-up corpses silently testified to despair...

The hellish scene that Ultraman witnessed firsthand was like a red-hot branding iron, repeatedly searing his retina.

Reason told him that he was just a person with power, not an omnipotent god, and it was impossible for him to be perfect in everything. He had already done better than many Ultra Warriors by taking Neronga's life with a single Flash 8-Point Light Wheel before even leaving Chiba.

But his emotions were raging—"Hmph, I see you, with that great man's light, still let a mere monster make you so miserable, how dare you call yourself a savior!"

The two voices were tearing him apart.

However, at the very moment this string was stretched to its limit, all the noise collapsed with a roar, and the world fell into dead silence.

"...Heh." A barely audible chuckle escaped from his throat.

When it reaches its lowest point, it will rise.

Extremes beget their opposites. When pain and self-blame reach their peak, an unusual calm emerges.

The boy's lips twitched slightly, revealing a faint smile.

Grandma once said, "Being pretentious to this extent leads to a lot of bad luck; just take it as a joke!"

Pointless emotions and heavy expectations, the burdens he had carried since donning the white coat, were now causing him distress.

Could it be that as the body becomes younger, the spiritual realm also declines?

Hmph, how could I have fallen from my cultivation level!

How could such trivial emotions trap me!

The past is a laughable shackle; I will shatter it completely and erase it all!

There's no need to think about saving the world, nor to respond to anyone's expectations!

Doing what you can do is enough, it's more than enough...

"Li Jun?"

Kato Megumi's clear eyes reflected the boy whose mental state seemed to have undergone a drastic change, and a trace of barely perceptible worry appeared on them.

Li Qingyang was pulled back to reality from a distant sea of ​​thoughts by the bob-haired girl's gentle call, and the smile on his lips slowly faded.

He reached out and tugged at his collar, which clung tightly to his skin due to the heat, and chuckled softly as if waking from a dream.

"It's nothing, I just couldn't help but laugh when I thought of some silly things."

Kato Megumi gave a vague "Oh" and didn't ask any further questions.

It seems like Li Jun just went to a very far place... That momentary feeling of unfamiliarity was probably just my imagination, right?

Well, as long as nothing's wrong...

About ten minutes later, a safety announcement finally came over the loudspeaker.

The heavy steel gate was pushed open completely, and the pent-up crowd finally found an outlet, rushing out in a frenzy.

The long-awaited fresh air from the ground rushed into their lungs, dispelling the murky smell of sweat and dust underground, and many people showed an almost greedy expression of comfort on their faces.

The previously empty streets were quickly filled with small groups of people again, and the noise returned, as if the terrifying crisis had never happened.

Hiratsuka Shizuka stubbed out her cigarette and turned to look at the boy and girl beside her.

"Alright, you two, be careful on the road."

The female teacher patted Li Qingyang's arm, smiled at Kato Megumi, and then joined the small group of teachers and staff of Soubu High School, quickly disappearing around the street corner...

"Let's go back too. By the way, are your aunt and uncle alright?"

"Hmm, it's nothing. They should be making lunch by now... Speaking of which, Dad seems to have found a job this morning, I think it's at a construction company..."

"Really? That's great..."

The boy and girl walked side by side, following the streets where the flow of people had returned, back to their apartment.

The small figure in the red dress disappeared silently.

In the Tokyo underground command center, a high-ranking official, consumed by impotence and rage, suddenly shivered.

For some reason, I felt as if I were being locked onto by a huge, indifferent gaze.

Main Text: Chapter Seventy-Three: Transnational Teleportation, Seventeen-Second Kill of Gomora!

It's midday in Japan, with the sun blazing down.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, in Kansas, USA, it was already 10 p.m.

The entire plain was so quiet that the only sound was the rustling of the wind sweeping through the corn stalks.

A solitary moon hung behind thin clouds, its cool light illuminating the boundless fields.

Just then, the scene in a corner of the sky suddenly began to distort and boil without warning, as if the air was being scorched by invisible flames.

The next moment, the night sky abruptly split open with a huge crack, which then rapidly expanded to form a deep, slowly rotating spatial vortex, silently stirring the thin clouds.

Before the space vortex detection alarm at the US military base sounded its sharp blast, a colossal object slowly revealed its outline deep within the vortex, then was violently thrown out, tearing through the air with irresistible weight and crashing straight down onto the plain.

A massive shadow expanded wildly across the ground, devouring every inch of moonlight.

At the moment of final impact, all was silent, and time seemed to stand still.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening explosion engulfed everything.

The sheer violence shattered the earth's surface structure, and the devastating shockwave spread outwards in a visible ring, like an invisible giant scythe, sweeping across the ground and leveling cornfields in its path.

A giant impact crater has been formed, with dust and corn debris shooting into the air thousands of meters high.

In the center of the deep pit, dust and soil slid down, and a huge figure slowly supported its rock-like body.

Its brown skin was as hard as rock, reflecting a metallic sheen in the cold moonlight, and the bulge of every muscle was full of destructive power.

Those iconic crescent-shaped horns were now facing the night sky, as if trying to split the lonely moon in two.

In the enormous eyes of the ancient monster Gomora, there is no trace of reason, only the purest rage and vengeful red light that has crossed time and space.

"Roar--!!!"

A deafening roar exploded from the depths of its throat.

The entire plain trembled at the roar, the solid earth cracking like a fragile drumhead, spreading out in countless spiderweb-like fissures from its feet into the distance.

Ignoring the destruction it had caused, the ancient monster, resurrected and strengthened by the Dark Shadow Mage, took heavy steps, each one causing the Kansas Plain to tremble, as it approached the city lights that represented human civilization in the distance.

At this moment, the space detection alarm from the distant military base finally sounded a deafening, piercing blast.

The US military forces stationed nearby responded swiftly.

Before long, the night was instantly illuminated by the burning of aviation fuel, and dozens of fighter jets tore through the air.

On the ground, the tracks of main battle tanks kicked up dust as they formed a steel torrent, speeding toward the monster's location.

Once locked on, fire immediately!

"BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!!"

In an instant, a barrage of missiles and large-caliber artillery shells, trailing scorching flames, precisely covered Gomora's massive body.

In an instant, huge fireballs erupted one after another on the plain, the roar of the explosions blending together, almost turning the night sky into daylight.

However, as the smoke cleared slightly, all the soldiers who were observing the battlefield through screens or binoculars witnessed a scene that made their hearts stop.

The behemoth remained stationary, roaring and flapping its thick arms to dispel the smoke and dust that obscured its vision. All the shells exploded on its body, leaving no trace on its rocky skin except for a few sparks and dust. It was as if the saturation attack that had just been enough to level a small western town was nothing more than a harmless fireworks display to it.

The attack is invalid.

The attack was completely ineffective.

This...this is impossible...the monsters that have appeared before never had such strong defenses!!!

After a brief silence, Gomora was finally enraged by the horde of reckless insects.

It stopped and suddenly turned its body around.

That terrifying, long tail, thicker than a train, swept out with a terrifying speed completely disproportionate to its size, accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Amid a series of violent explosions, the main battle tanks that had been unleashing their firepower were instantly flung away and detonated like fragile toys, turning into twisted and burning steel coffins.

The surviving armored vehicles around them were frantically reversing, their tracks desperately digging deep trenches in the mud, trying to escape the death radius centered on Gomora, while the communication channels were filled with incoherent shouts and the hissing of electricity.

Gomora began indiscriminately killing the American armed groups on the ground.

With a stride that covers tens of meters in a single step, the armed formation on the ground had no chance of escape.

Chaos began.

The fighter jets in the air suddenly climbed, and the sharp alarm pierced the silence of the cockpit. The pilots watched helplessly as the coordinates of friendly forces on the ground went out one by one on their tactical screens.

They were furious and opened fire, but it was all for naught.

If the monsters had hair, perhaps some of it would have been burned off by the barrage of fire from their fighter jets.

After completely crushing the resistance of the insects on the surface, the ancient monster Gomora turned around again.

Its enormous eyeballs burned with a vengeful red light that transcended time and space, fixedly locked onto the city lights in the distance that represented human civilization.

No amount of firepower could stop it.

Any resistance is futile.

Should we use nuclear weapons? Should we use them? Now? Right here?

It's only a few kilometers from the city, it's completely unusable!!!

Just as the US military was in utter despair, the air in front of Gomora's massive body began to fluctuate without warning.

Countless dazzling golden light particles emerged from the void and coalesced into shape.

Amidst the light, a silver and red silhouette quickly solidified, with the six pairs of iconic star medals on its chest and the three pairs of Ultra badges on its shoulders gleaming in the cool moonlight.