Ultraman in the world of grams

Many years later, Jose Gonzalez, who has become a famous writer, remembered the miraculous light he had seen with his own eyes when he picked up his pen.

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Tumaco is a small city on the coast of Colombia. Next to it is Mado, a small backward village with less than 300 people. There is a small river flowing into the ocean.Adobe houses are built on the banks of the river.

The vagrants in ragged clothes came to the edge of the village, set up tents, and introduced the latest inventions of scientists to the residents of Maduo amidst the noise of flutes and drums.

They arrived with a strange machine.

A tall, wandering stranger, who called himself Ginakin Daru, with a beard and fingers as thin as a bird's claws, brilliantly performed to the audience what he called the miracles of the ancient rulers.

It was a weird machine like a lantern. The shell seemed to be metal, but it was not the same as the iron pot in the village.

People in the village looked at the strange lantern in amazement.

It didn't emit light, its color was like brass, its edges and corners protruded weirdly, and some strange tubes were connected in the middle, like some kind of advanced mechanical equipment, but it didn't seem to have any use at all.

Some villagers thought it was probably a box containing things, and some thought it was a kind of oil lamp, but no fuel was added.

"It's a miracle."

The strange foreigner with a dark and gloomy face said sinisterly, that strange accent seemed not to belong to humans.His face was covered with creases, and there was a lot of plaster hidden in it, which gave off a strange smell.

His face was hidden under the hood, so that the eyes and forehead could not be seen clearly, which made him look like the scariest wizard in the story.

The corners of his mouth were grinning, and he muttered in a sharp and piercing tone like a chant: "This is a miracle left by the great race that ruled the earth in ancient times. It can eliminate diseases, restore youth, and even make the dead recovery!"

These words were like oil poured into hot water, instantly causing the surrounding villagers to explode.The villagers don't have much culture, they don't understand those advanced technologies, and they don't know the outside world.

Their simple world view even thinks that the earth is flat, and that the earth is a ball is simply nonsense.

The words of the eccentric wanderer were like the bewitching of the devil, making the villagers look at the lantern obsessively.

Of course, there are many people who are skeptical and uninterested.

Among them was Joselito.

Jose Jr. is the son of a big businessman in the village. He has been a lawless king of children since he was a child. He has seen luxurious big cities with his father and thinks he is the most powerful in the village.

Moreover, he was still young and hadn't fully understood the concept of death.

He was coerced by the surrounding villagers and came to the weird homeless man, and he looked at the lantern-like thing.

Looking left and right, I didn't see why.

The child's interest is always hot in 3 minutes, and he soon loses interest and wants to take his little friend to the river to play
He suddenly saw a small stone under his feet, and a bold idea popped out of his mind.

As the king of children, he has always been daring. He bent down to pick up the stone and aimed at the weird lantern.

His aim was very good, and he threw it with a whiz, hitting the lantern.

The small stone did not do much damage to the lantern's casing, not even a scratch.

Just as Jose Jr. was throwing the stone out again.

Suddenly.

A lashless eye snapped open and stared sullenly at him from behind the brass-colored casing of the lantern.

Like that queer wanderer's gaze.

Jose Jr. froze in place for a moment.

Children's fear is very pure, because most things in this world are unfamiliar to them, and most of their fears come from the fears from ancient times that have been passed down from generation to generation deep in their genes.

In ancient times, human beings were too weak. There were hunters lurking in the dark, and there were many existences that could threaten human beings. These were deeply engraved in human DNA and passed down from generation to generation.

But now, the source of fear was awakened, and the threat from the depths of his genes appeared in front of his eyes. The incomparable horror instantly crushed little Jose's young heart.

The extreme horror even made him unable to cry at all. He stared blankly at the terrifying eyes, and there was still a bit of stubborn look on his face that had just succeeded, but now there was only a blank.

The eye seemed to be only an illusion, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Little Jose's mind suffered a terrifying shock, and he just froze in place, as if he had lost his soul.

It wasn't until his father held his hand that he suddenly raised his head and stared blankly at his father.

His father opened the corners of his mouth little by little, being manipulated like a marionette.

Jose Jr. suddenly broke down and howled loudly. The instinct to survive drove him to use all his strength to shake off his father's palm, and he kept backing away.

The simple villagers around turned their heads a little bit, and looked at him with a smile.

The corners of the mouth are raised, and everyone's smile is exactly the same.

Everyone was staring at him, like eyes flashing in the lantern.

"It's a miracle."

The loathsome voice of the queer wanderer sounded again.

The villagers also chanted in unison.

"miracle."

"miracle……"

A numb, hollow sound echoed throughout the town.

Jose Jr.'s tears fell uncontrollably. He looked at the uncles and aunts he was familiar with on weekdays, wondering why they became like this.

He didn't know how he escaped, and he fled back home desperately.

After he came back, his father was very normal, he didn't show that terrible smile anymore, and he was no longer like a dull puppet.

Jose Jr. told his mother about it, but her mother felt that he was wrong, because the wanderer brought a real miracle.

The sick old Saipan recovered and became healthy, and the blind man next door could see.

Even the grandfather who had just been buried stood up alive and well.

More and more people are attracted by miracles, and they worship the weird outsiders who wander here as gods. They build temples for Jinaijin Daru, and regard the lantern as the supreme sacred object.

More and more people prayed for that miracle.

They all became healthy, young and full of vitality.

Then, it seemed like a completely changed person.

Including Joselito's father and mother.

Joselito looked in horror at his family members, friends, and uncles and aunts who gradually became strange and strange.

He locked himself in the house, shivering.

All this is miraculous.

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This chapter begins with a reference to García Márquez's One Hundred Years of Solitude

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