Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

Just then, a series of heavy footsteps and slightly tense shouts came from the alley entrance.

"People in front! Please stay calm! Do not push! We are police officers!"

"Make way! Make way! What happened here? Is anyone hurt?"

Several panting police officers struggled through the agitated crowd and rushed in.

The next second, they were all frozen in place, mouths agape, eyes wide open under their helmets, almost bulging out of their sockets.

"That...that is..."

A young policeman's voice was dry, and he could barely speak in complete sentences.

"Ultraman...?"

The older officer muttered to himself, blinking hard and glancing around instinctively, wondering if he had stumbled into a large movie set, or worse, a leak of some hallucinogenic gas.

However, the dilapidated buildings and the genuine emotions of the people refuted these speculations.

"Is it really... Ultraman Seven?"

Another group of people also desperately squeezed in.

The TV interview team rushed over after receiving Sato's incoherent yet information-packed phone call.

The reporter was still holding a microphone, and the photographer was carrying more professional equipment on his shoulder. They looked up and were equally stunned by the surreal scene before them.

However, compared to the clueless police officers, their professional instincts immediately overwhelmed the shock, and the photographers reflexively pushed the camera up to capture every detail of the giant.

Ultraman Seven slowly lowered his head, and you could see that the beam lamp on his forehead had begun to flicker violently, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

He nodded to the crowd around the alley, and the light around him began to recede inward. His powerful body gradually became transparent, and under the gaze of countless eyes, he transformed into countless flying golden particles of light, dissipating into the cool night breeze without leaving a trace.

In the alley, the cheers gradually subsided, and after a brief silence, the crowd erupted into an even more frenzied clamor.

"Seven! Ultraman Seven!"

"Mr. Tuan!"

It's unclear who started it, but the excited crowd ignored the police's attempts to stop them and surged wildly into the central area of ​​the Saeki family home, which had been reduced to ruins.

Ultraman Seven deactivated his transformation right here, so it's quite obvious! Ultraman Seven's human form, or the human he disguised himself as, must be right here!

With this in mind, people rushed into the ruins of the Saeki family home, scattering flashlights and cell phone beams indiscriminately.

However, after rushing in, they didn't see Dan Moroboshi, but instead saw two women intertwined.

It was the psychic Tomie who took advantage of the gap between Amamiya Rin and Kayako to launch a surprise attack on Age, killing him directly and using the aftershocks of the beam to destroy Age's soul, which should have been incredibly powerful but had already lost a lot of psychic energy in the battle.

She didn't want another imposter like herself, so Ah Gei had to die.

"There's someone here!"

"There are two women!"

"They were just there! Were they them?"

Are there female human hosts for Ultraman? Seven is male, right?

The crowd whispered amongst themselves, their faces full of confusion.

"It's Miss A-Ge, and Miss Red Bean!"

The TV station staff had already identified the two people lying on the ground as A-gei and Hongdou from the Twilight Golden Time group.

"That stand-up comedian?"

"No way? Has Ultraman Seven turned into a comedian this time? It doesn't suit him at all!"

The group exchanged bewildered glances, their confusion deepening.

Even if Ultraman Seven doesn't become a man, he shouldn't become some kind of comedian, right?

However, it's impossible to completely rule out this possibility.

Police officers struggled to get into the inner circle, trying to control the situation, protect the scene, and call for medical assistance.

No one noticed that, earlier, while the crowd's attention was drawn to the final splendor, an inconspicuous figure had quietly slipped away from the center of the clamor, taking advantage of the shadows of the ruins and the cover of night.

A few hundred meters away, the second-hand jeep was parked quietly under the trees by the roadside. Yu Gonglin lay limply in the driver's seat like a doll that was about to fall apart, his eyes half-open and half-closed, leaving only a slit, his heavy head drooping down little by little.

I'm so tired, so very tired.

Although he transforms into Ultraman Seven's form, he is not Ultraman Seven himself. All the energy consumption, including his movements, comes from his soul, the soul that manifests the light of his nature.

In order to completely destroy Kayako, the final focused beam shot almost completely expended his soul power.

"Don't complain after getting the benefits. With the power of an Ultraman, what's a little extra work and energy expenditure?"

The car door opened from the outside, and a lithe figure darted in and plopped down in the passenger seat.

The car door slammed shut, and Amamiya Rin turned to look.

In the passenger seat, Kawakami Tomie—or more accurately, the muscular Tomie wearing a sports vest and shorts—was sitting casually, her forehead slightly damp with sweat, but her breathing was steady and normal.

"Why are you here?"

"I was jogging at night, and before I knew it, I had run over here."

She tossed her hair and glanced at the still noisy ruins in the distance.

As she spoke, Tomie turned to the side and looked Amamiya Rin up and down without any attempt to hide it, her eyes filled with scrutiny and displeasure.

"Tsk, I say, aren't you a bit too cunning? Creating such immense power all at once..."

She suddenly reached out, her calloused fingers pinching Yu Gonglin's cheek without warning, rubbing it hard, and said indignantly.

"The combat power system has collapsed, hasn't it? I've painstakingly trained for so long, and you surpassed me overnight!"

"It's not that exaggerated. My transformed Ultraman Seven is not the complete form of [Light]."

Amamiya Rin let her pinch his face, his voice a little muffled.

"So far, although I have successfully created the ghost story of Ultraman Seven, such ghost stories are essentially manifestations of living beings. It is only because my belief is strong enough and I have obtained the list of Seven's skills from the ghost story that it appears to be very powerful. In reality, it only has a special attack against curses from vengeful spirits that have no physical form. In terms of the material world, let alone compared to Ultraman, it is even inferior to the physical qualities that a human of the same height should have."

Living beings are just living beings, and so are ghost stories, unless they can complete the third part of the vision of light—carrying the concept of light that exists at the cosmic level.

Otherwise, even if all of humanity believed that there was an Ultraman Seven in the world, the Ultraman Seven he transformed into would not be able to compare with the real Ultraman in the material world.