Ultraman cubs begin to wreak havoc.

"We all really wanted to come here."

"Are you saying there's something here...? Does it mean there's a kind of happiness here that doesn't exist on Earth?"

After walking in the dark for a while, Matsunaga Yoichiro answered hesitantly:

There's nothing there. We're just waiting.

"Waiting for what?"

Just as Jun Himeya was repeating the question...

Ring ring, ring ring...

The crisp, melodious chimes, like enchanted needles piercing the skin, began to truly melt the stubborn ice in my heart. The clear echoes came from the darkness underground and drifted away to some unknown place, swallowing up both wild passions and silent despair.

"It seems like someone else has passed away."

Matsunaga Yoichiro stopped and closed his eyes.

"Could it be that......"

"That's how it is, waiting for the moment of death."

The residents of the paradise began to appear, carrying small electric lamps as they emerged from their shacks. Each shadow bowed its head, or silently prayed in mourning. The dozens of lamps and incandescent bulbs they carried transformed into a warm river of light to bid farewell to the departing souls.

"Alright, let's talk about you now. Although this is your private matter, what are your plans?"

"Aren't you going to let me go back?!"

"No. Even if I wanted to go back, I wouldn't know the way."

Jun Himeya stared at Yoichiro Matsunaga, dumbfounded. The shadow cast by the lamplight concealed Yoichiro Matsunaga's expression.

"Because we were just brought here by the delivery person, we don't know the way back. That's how it was agreed."

In the dim light, Matsunaga Yoichiro calmly recounted the desperate situation. However, for Himeya Jun, this was merely a man who had reached his limit. If he fell into the abyss from which he could not escape paradise, it would be over without further blows. It sounded like Matsunaga Yoichiro was simply bluffing.

“Your daughter is still waiting. Let’s go back together. It’s only a four-hour walk from the Shinjuku underground shopping mall. We won’t be unable to get back, will we?”

"The sewers lead to a waterfall, and there's nowhere to go. To get back to the old station, you have to go through that maze. Do you remember that path?"

Indeed, Jun Himeya couldn't remember the route either, but...

"Mr. Matsunaga Yoichiro, do you really believe this is paradise?"

"I'm tired of thinking about whether to believe or not."

The man abandoned on the ground had a deep look of pain on his face, as if he were saying:

'Staying in this dubious amusement park is enough for me.'

To Jun Himeya, this underground cavern was a monster surviving in the city's darkness; yet, even so, to the men whose faces were deeply etched with wrinkles, it was a "paradise"...

No!

Himeya Jun sensed that Matsunaga Yoichiro was also about to integrate into this paradise life and become part of this twisted anomaly.

"Let me tell you, people who share the same pain are all here, living their lives quietly."

Matsunaga Yoichiro, a man who had reached an age of understanding, seemed to cherish his dirty cardboard house as if it were a treasure.

"No matter when, any place that brings together people who share the same dream can become a paradise. The reason we feel like we've turned back into students is because we've lost too much."

However, in Jun Himeya's eyes, this place was nothing more than a garbage mountain where broken-down machines were discarded, a human dumping ground for a large city full of corpses.

"...Are there dreams here?"

"To die quietly, like a lamp running out of oil, is a kind of romance."

If you look closely, you'll find that there's no one in the shack, and there's a very fresh, dark black stain stuck to the concrete floor.

The residents who lived here are probably all dead.

Although Jun Himeya tried to maintain a calm expression, he couldn't help but feel disgusted, his face contorted. Even if the sound of bells was used to cover it up beautifully, that's what death is all about.

"It's come to this. So, have you decided to live here?"

"What a joke!"

Jun Himeya shouted loudly, "Matsunaga Yoichiro calls this place a paradise for waiting to die. However, Jun Himeya has no reason to dedicate his life to fulfilling the fantasy that 'paradise is the final destination.'"

This dimly lit paradise reeks of decay, ugly and cowardly... Therefore, Jun Himeya finds it difficult to accept Yoichiro Matsunaga's helpless attitude.

Just then, a faint tremor came from afar, shaking the ground beneath their feet. As Jun Himeya stood there dumbfounded, wondering, 'Is this a characteristic of the underground cavern?', Yoichiro Matsunaga grabbed his sleeve tightly. Jun Himeya looked down and saw that Yoichiro Matsunaga's face looked pale.

"Hide quickly. It would be terrible if those guys saw us."

Even though Jun Himeya wanted to find out what had happened, Yoichiro Matsunaga remained silent, his lips trembling, and simply pulled Jun Himeya away quickly.

At the same time, because of the sound, the people living in the underground cavern began to clamor. They poked their heads out of their cardboard shacks, their hair unwashed for who knows how long, looking uneasy. Every face of theirs was strangely distorted between despair and understanding.

At this moment, the murky air surged as if it were being breathed by millions of unseen beasts, and even the walls of the underground cavern trembled slightly. Something was steadily approaching from the depths of the shadows. Jun Himeya grabbed Yoichiro Matsunaga's sleeve and said in a low voice:

"Mr. Matsunaga, let's find a way to get back to the surface together. Consider it for your daughter's sake!"

"You...you really don't give up...She's already an excellent adult, she can do very well on her own."

Having prepared himself mentally, Matsunaga Yoichiro maintained a calm expression, but one of his eyebrows twitched involuntarily.

"I just want to spend the rest of my life here quietly. No one will bother me, how peaceful it will be."

The roar of motors echoed from a spacious tunnel connecting to an underground cavern, followed by the orderly mechanical sounds, almost like a factory production line in operation, slowly drawing ever closer.

"Help, help me..."

From the unseen depths of the tunnel, the cries of dying struggles could be heard, followed by screams that were unbelievable to humans, and the eerie sounds of several bones being crushed and souls being torn apart.

Those were probably the initial victims.

Before they could even hear the wailing that had been plugged in, a sound like a cleaning machine approached them one by one. The sound of the motor gradually drew closer, and after only a few seconds, their dying screams abruptly stopped.

Jun Himeya's body temperature dropped due to tension, but he was also covered in sticky sweat. When he realized that something in the depths of darkness was trampling on a human life, Jun Himeya's breathing paused slightly.

Suddenly, many red lights appeared on the opposite side of the darkness.

The first thing to appear in the dim light was a clean metal box about one meter on each side, which contrasted sharply with the disheveled residents of the amusement park.

There are four such boxes, which are simply connected together to form a snake-shaped mechanical device four meters long. As it wriggles, it invades the underground cavity. Each box-shaped unit is equipped with small rolling wheels at the bottom. The robots connected to the white boxes move around the park as if gliding with the help of the wheels.

In addition, the white machine is equipped with two bladed rollers at the front, which mercilessly tear apart the handmade shacks built along its path.

A house made of cardboard, caught between the relentlessly turning teeth of a machine, squeezed into pieces with a creaking sound. The crushed small pieces of trash are then pushed into the trash can above the front unit. That's probably what the structure is like.

"stop!"

Hiroyuki Misawa wore an angry expression like a child and ran towards the cleaning robot.

At this point, Jun Himeya still hadn't figured out what was going on.

Two mechanical devices, like snakes, raised their heads and lifted the foremost unit, sandwiching Hiroyuki Misawa, and then started spinning the roller again.

At first, it was his clothes that were entangled, then his soft, neither fat nor thin arm, and then the mechanical device that had swallowed his human body made a sound of tendons being pulled and bones being broken. Just as the sense of mission to "go save him" surged into Jun Himeya's mind, his consciousness was immediately restrained by his survival instinct.

Hiroyuki Misawa's entire body, up to his shoulders, was caught in the machine, and in the blink of an eye, his head was clamped into the drum.

In the instant the faint cracking sound rang out, Jun Himeya realized that something irreversible had happened before his eyes. The person's body had turned into a lifeless lump of flesh that would never move again, and was being sent into the mouth of the mechanical device, a scene comparable to a giant python devouring someone.

At this moment, because Hiroyuki Misawa's belly was too fat, it blocked the roller. The bladed metal gears spun violently in an attempt to dig away the flesh around the deceased man's waist, cutting it into a size that could pass through the machine. The flowing intestines wrapped around the roller and were then quickly sucked in, like eating coarse noodles.

"Let him go..."

Someone whispered as if in prayer, until the stuck abdomen, spurting blood, slowly disappeared into the depths of the drum. In those nightmarish thirty seconds, more than twenty people, including Jun Himeya himself, vomited everything in their stomachs.

Rumble rumble rumble--

The inner wall of the trash can above the mechanical device slammed into something the size of a human, making a new sound.

The obese body of a middle-aged man, who used to hop around energetically, has now been reduced to tiny, unrecognizable pieces and stuffed into that clean box.

Even the strength to run away was stripped away by the blood-stained white shell of the mechanical device, leaving Himeya Jun staring blankly at it.

The traces of the human named Hiroyuki Misawa's life had vanished completely. The gruesome nature of his death stimulated Jun Himeya's nerves and endocrine glands, causing tears to overflow.

The strange sound of humans being crushed like household garbage thrown into a garbage truck lingered in his ears, and he longed to banish it.

"Hiroyuki Misawa!"

Amidst cries of grief, several men swung nearby lamps and furniture at the killing machine. The man in the blue woolen hat who had taken Jun Himeya's digital camera rushed toward the snake-like machine that had devoured Hiroyuki Misawa, smashing the joints between the boxes with iron bars. The metal objects clashed together, producing a high-pitched and sharp sound.

In an instant, white smoke shot out from the cubic unit composed of mechanical devices.

"It's poison gas! Run!"

Matsunaga Yoichiro grabbed Himeya Jun's hand and retreated as if avoiding the killing machine. Himeya Jun imitated the residents covering their mouths and noses with handkerchiefs, and also desperately pressed the handkerchiefs upwards.

"What on earth is going on?!"

"It's those guys!"

As if suddenly realizing something, Matsunaga Yoichiro burst into tears and uttered those words.

"Who are those guys?!"

Led by Matsunaga Yoichiro, the shouting and yelling Jun Himeya rushed towards a tunnel extending from the amusement park. The hurried footsteps of the group echoed on the dark road, probably because they had gotten there first.