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Zoffy (↗)~!

A giant of light, clad in silver and red, silently descended, traversing half the Earth in an instant.

"Roar—!!?Si}〒phosphorus rises two〢er IV8 hiss!"

Upon seeing that familiar silver-red figure, Gomora's burning desire for revenge across time was instantly ignited to its fullest extent.

It let out a deafening roar, took heavy steps, and charged forward with immense force.

Zoffy neither dodged nor avoided the charge, but went straight at it.

"boom!"

With a dull thud, a silver iron fist slammed precisely into Gomora's jaw, abruptly halting the 20,000-ton behemoth's forward momentum.

The monster only saw a flash of silver-red afterimage.

The next moment, a powerful whip kick slammed into its waist and abdomen. The dull thud of bones cracking came from beneath its rock-hard skin. Gomora's massive body flew uncontrollably to the side and crashed heavily onto the plain.

Before the monster could get up, Zoffy had already slashed his hands across his chest, then raised his right hand backward with force.

A dazzling halo, spinning rapidly and gleaming with a chilling light at its edges, quickly took shape in his hand.

"call out--!"

The Radiant Eight-Point Light Wheel flew out of his hand, transforming into a golden streak of light that tore through the night.

In the moment Gomora raised his head, the whole world turned upside down, and his vision began to spin.

The enormous head shot into the sky, tracing an arc in the air before crashing heavily into the soil in the distance.

The headless, enormous body swayed and then crashed to the ground.

Without pausing, Zoffy crossed his arms in front of him.

The Specium Ray, with a temperature of 500,000 degrees Celsius, instantly engulfed Gomora's headless remains.

A pure, pristine white light engulfed all color and sound on the Kansas plains, and then—

"boom--!!!"

The light contracted rapidly inward, then transformed into a devastating explosion. The violent energy shockwave ruthlessly tore the earth apart, expanding the crater and hurling scorched earth and rock layers into the night sky.

When the light faded, all that remained was a giant crater of glass with its edges still melting and flowing. The monster's remains were completely wiped out of the world, not even a trace of ash.

The silver-red giant slowly lowered his arms and silently surveyed the completely reshaped landscape.

He then clasped his fists together in front of his chest, unleashing a timer flash that revived some American soldiers who weren't completely mush, barely clinging to life, and only hanging on by a thread. Finally, they crossed their arms, their bodies transforming into countless golden specks of light, dissipating into the cool moonlight...

In the North American Aerospace Defense Command (NORAD) command center, deathly silence replaced the sirens and roars from moments before; only the hum of equipment echoed in the vast space.

Everyone froze in their seats, staring at the huge, still steaming, glass pit on the main screen, their faces filled with absurdity.

A young communications soldier took off his headset, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the control panel, his lips moving but no sound coming out.

“Replay. Now.”

The four-star general's hoarse command broke the stagnant air.

The technician snapped back to reality and began operating the equipment with trembling fingers.

The high-definition video was retrieved and played in slow motion at one-fifth speed.

From the convergence of golden light to the appearance of the giant of light, to Gomora being decisively hammered down and beheaded, and then the Specium Ray destroying the body and erasing all traces, the entire process was clearly presented before everyone's eyes.

An analyst stared at the timer, swallowed hard, and reported with a tremor he himself didn't even realize.

"Sir... the event duration from target appearance to target elimination... is seventeen seconds."

Inside the command center, no one spoke again.

In seventeen seconds, less than half a minute, a proud armored force was destroyed like a toy, while a monster that could withstand saturation attacks was instantly killed by another being in a nearly humiliating manner.

The general slowly leaned back in his chair, his cold gaze shifting from the glass pit on the screen to the secondary screen next to him, which displayed a satellite image of Tokyo. His eyes were dark and unfathomable.

So, does Japan have a god on its side?

"..."

It is neither Japanese nor a deity.

Chiba Prefecture, Japan.

At midday, under the blazing sun, in the center of the living room of a large apartment building, a beam of light suddenly pierced through the ceiling and descended vertically.

The light faded, revealing the figure of a black-haired boy.

Li Qingyang's handsome face showed an undisguised irritation. He didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, and without glancing at the empty room, he turned around, opened the apartment door, slammed it shut, and hurried downstairs.

Damn it, I just finished fighting Neronga, and now Gomora is here. It's making it impossible for me to have a peaceful meal!

Mrs. Kato had already prepared the meal and asked the bob-haired girl to call him for dinner. He was just about to go out downstairs when the little ghost girl in the red dress appeared silently beside him, gently tugging at his clothes with her fair and delicate little hand, and looking up at him expectantly with her exquisitely beautiful face and pure black eyes.

"Qingyang, there's a monster..."

Thus came the seventeen-second kill that spanned half the globe.

Li Qingyang felt he had let many things down in his life, but the only thing he didn't want to let down was the hot meal on the table!

Let's go, let's go, let's not keep them waiting too long.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

In short, I'll kneel down before you all.

Since you, my dear readers, don't like transitional chapters, I'll try my best to speed up the main storyline.

Some of the female characters' daily life scenes can be cut without hesitation.

Arrange the bowls~

Main Text: Chapter 74 How to Replenish Zoffy's Light? The Light Within His Body Suspected to Be Belongs to a Powerful Being?

The midday sun cast a warm glow on the Kato family's dining table, making the aroma of the food even more enticing.

Li Qingyang ate his rice very politely, accepting whatever Mrs. Kato added for him, emphasizing respect for elders and the value of food.

Mr. Kato held his wine glass, a look of ease and joy on his face.

"Speaking of which, the construction company I interviewed with today has already been decided." He smiled and took a sip of his drink.

"It's owned by the local Yukinoshita family, which is a very good company. Life will be more stable from now on."

Li Qingyang abruptly stopped picking up food, nearly spitting out the rice in his mouth. He quickly swallowed it down, his expression turning somewhat complicated as he recalled Yukino Yukinoshita's high-class apartment building, which he had cleaved in two by his Eight-Point Light Wheel.

Given the frequent occurrence of monster disasters, starting a construction company... shouldn't result in too much loss... right?

The government should help subsidize it, right?

Will you replace it?

I think so...?

"Look everyone, this is what it is today..."

On the television screen in the living room, urgent news was broadcasting reports of the recent tragedy in Tokyo.

The Yasukuni Shrine, once a symbol of the national spirit, and the former residence of the Emperor, have been reduced to a giant pit, piled high with rubble by Zoffy, and leveled by Nelongga, leaving only broken bricks and wood scattered everywhere.

The camera pans across faces contorted with grief and bewilderment. Even though Zoffy saved countless people, countless lives still perished the moment the monsters descended.

The chilling casualty figures scrolling at the bottom of the screen cast a somber atmosphere over the dinner table.

TV News: "[Urgent Break] We have just received news that a strong localized earthquake has struck Chiyoda Ward! Reports indicate that the Ministry of Defense building located in the ward has sustained significant damage..."

Mrs. Kato finally couldn't stand it anymore, picked up the remote control, and turned off the TV with a soft click.

"Even with Lord Zoffy here, there's no way he could get to the scene the moment the monster appears," she said with some regret.

"There's nothing we can do about it."

Mr. Kato took a sip of his drink, his tone full of helplessness.

"After all, the appearance of monsters is completely unexpected, so we can't blame Lord Zoffy. In the end, it's just that we humans are too useless."

Kato Megumi held her bowl, her cherry lips lightly pursing the tip of her chopsticks. Her clear eyes subtly lifted, casting a glance at the boy opposite her.

Li Qingyang was completely absorbed in eating, as if everything around him was irrelevant...

Hmm, a strong localized earthquake! Japan gets tremors so many times a year, it's really... [2 is so pitiful...]

Wait, if Japan experiences frequent tremors, could it be a sign of Earth's rotation...?

The black-haired boy glanced to the side, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a little ghost girl in a red dress pawing at the table.

She was watching the news just now, seemingly very interested. Now that Mrs. Kato has turned off the TV, she looks up at it with her little face, blinks her eyes, and then disappears in a red blur.

Sigh... The child is still young, so this thought is a bit sinful.

After finally finishing their meal, Li Qingyang bid farewell and left the warm atmosphere after being politely invited to stay by the Kato couple.

He returned to his excessively spacious apartment, sat alone at the low table, and slowly closed his eyes.

Consciousness sank into the body.

The dazzling golden ribbon of light, once gifted by Zoffy, now floats quietly within the warm glow emanating from Li Qingyang himself.

However, its length has shrunk to a precarious state.

The light was far less solid and dazzling than when we first met; in fact, at the edges, it had already begun to show a faint sense of illusory thinness.

If we do it a few more times, it might really run out.

Li Qingyang gazed at it silently, manipulating the boundless ocean of light within his body, intending to recharge it.

But the model number was completely incompatible; the light swivel tried to charge it, moving it around, but it just wouldn't work...

Seeing this, he couldn't help but sigh.

This bond of light is Zoffy's original light.

To get more details, we'd probably have to talk to Zoffy himself.

After all, no matter how high the power of his power bank is, no matter how unlimited the capacity is... well, let's use a more appropriate analogy.

Zoffy's primordial light is a water glass, while his true form, the ocean of light, is water.

He can fill the Ultraman's body, which is a water cup, indefinitely, but each time he fills it, the cup's durability is depleted.

Once the durability reaches zero, the cup will shatter. At that point, the sea of ​​light will be empty, but the container will be gone. He will naturally lose his ability to transform, and then the monster will reappear...

Ugh, this is giving me a headache.

Alternatively, the will of the Loli Planet could find a way to throw out its consciousness light, just like before, to find Ultra Warriors in other dimensions and extract some of their primordial light.

Or...

Li Qingyang slowly shifted his gaze from the bond of light to the endless ocean of light surrounding him.

Find a way to become the light.

"Let's try the simplest method first," Li Qingyang said slowly as he opened his eyes and addressed the empty living room.

"Little ghost girl, come out."

As soon as the words were spoken, the light and shadow beside the low table silently distorted, and a red shadow appeared out of thin air, quickly coalescing into the figure of a little girl in a red dress.

The living room was well-lit, and the bright light made the girl's fair skin appear almost translucent. Her delicate collarbones and shoulders were completely exposed, making her look exceptionally petite.

"Zoffy's light is almost not enough."

Li Qingyang stared at the little girl in the red dress in front of him, his voice low, revealing his inner urgency.

"You have to send my consciousness out again, just like when I went to Kuroshio Island in my dream, to find Zoffy, or any Ultraman will do. I need to get their light, otherwise I won't be able to continue fighting soon."

The little girl in the red dress simply looked at him quietly, then gently shook her head. Her dark, pure eyes seemed to reflect the layers of barriers at the entrance to time and space.

The enormous hourglass phantom burst open with countless spacetime cracks, sealing off all possibilities of escape.

"After Qingyang repelled that danger, he sealed off this space-time with an unknown force."

The girl's voice was ethereal and distant, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, "My power can no longer send your consciousness out."

"Can't get out???"

Li Qingyang's expression froze instantly. "Then... then how did I get out of Black Tide Island before?!"