The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

"boom!"

Two colossal creatures, hundreds of meters tall, were locked in a struggle, their fists repeatedly pounding at each other's heads.

With each impact, the palace complex would tremble.

The viewers in the live stream were quite upset when they saw this.

[San Yu eating fish cakes]: "No..."

"Whether our Dragon Kingdom can survive in the future depends on this group of people?"

"Why do I feel like they have some mental issues?"

【Slacking off 666】: "No need to feel anything."

"They have serious mental health issues."

"After looking around, the most normal one was actually the little girl in the arms of that pretentious class monitor."

"So quiet, so lovely—"

The last word hasn't been sent yet.

The broadcast cameras have already focused on Ye Chuhao and Xing Yao.

Ye Chuhao remained standing on the flying sword.

Most of the monsters below have been cleared by the Class 9 members, but sporadic battles are still breaking out in various parts of the palace complex.

Xingyao held the diary, her eyes growing brighter and brighter.

She gets nervous even if someone stares at her a few times.

Now, seeing Su Huaying blow up the entire palace with a single spear thrust and Yan Cong smash the ground with his hammer, their faces were filled with eager anticipation.

Ye Chuhao lowered his head and pinched her cheek.

"young married woman."

"Want to go down and have some fun?"

Xingyao looked down at the battlefield.

She hesitated for two seconds, then hugged her diary tightly and nodded slightly.

"I...I kind of want to..."

"it is good."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Ye Chuhao grinned mischievously.

He leaned close to Xingyao's ear and whispered.

"Go and experience the power that is already within you."

"Don't press down on it."

"Try to make it listen to you."

Xingyao was stunned.

Before she could ask any further questions, Ye Chuhao loosened his grip on her waist.

"Ahhhhh—"

Xingyao's face instantly tightened.

She clutched the diary tightly as she plummeted toward the palace below.

"Class monitor!!!"

A flurry of question marks immediately filled the live stream chat.

[Ye Linjiu]: "???"

"Did this doting husband throw his wife off the train?"

"Is this what you call spoiling your wife?"

"This is clearly what they call throwing your wife off a high-rise building!"

【眻眻moyyan】: "Don't rush!"

"She has a psychic shield around her!"

"The class monitor is a bit of a jerk, but he didn't really let his guard down!"

Just as Xingyao was about to crash into the palace floor, the spiritual energy surrounding her body gently lifted her up.

The descent speed quickly dropped to zero.

Her toes touched the ground.

There was no injury, and not even a speck of dust on the hem of his clothes.

Xingyao stood there, stunned.

She looked up at the sky.

Ye Chuhao winked at her.

Before Xingyao could angrily scold him, a series of crawling sounds came from several dilapidated palaces nearby.

"Shhh—"

A dozen or so rotting angels crawled out from behind the walls, stone pillars, and broken dome.

Their featureless faces turned towards Xingyao at the same time.

Corruption spread its wings.

Sharp claws scraped across the ground, leaving trails of black marks.

Xingyao's body stiffened.

That initial eagerness vanished instantly.

She huddled up in a ball, clutching her diary, closed her eyes, and wildly waved the book around.

"Get out of here!"

"Don't come any closer!!"

Another battlefield.

Su Huaying had just used her red-tasseled spear to knock away a group of rotting angels when she caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of her eye.

Her expression changed, and she cursed.

"Depend on!"

Ye Chuhao stood on the flying sword, looking down at Xingyao, without making a move.

next second.

Su Huaying bent down and stepped forward, transforming into a streak of fire as she charged out.

"You damned monster!"

"Let go of that—"

Xingyao suddenly swung her diary.

"Don't come any closer!"

"Bang bang bang—"

The dozen or so rotting angels that rushed in front of her were simultaneously sent flying backward.

There was no contact.

There are no energy fluctuations.

They seemed to be struck head-on by some irresistible force, their bodies crashing through the palace walls one after another, and finally being crushed into the ruins.

Su Huaying abruptly stopped in mid-air.

"what?"

Xingyao also opened her eyes.

She lowered her head and stared blankly at the diary in her hand.

The diary suddenly detached from her palm and floated in mid-air on its own.

"Splash—"

The pages of the book were turned rapidly.

The ordinary paper became thick and heavy, and colorful light appeared on the edges of the cover.

The sound of pages turning gradually stopped.

On the last blank page, three delicate characters appeared on their own.

Don't come any closer!

Xingyao stared at those three words.

Su Huaying stared at those three words.

The members of Class 9, who were fighting nearby, also turned their heads one after another.

[Longlonglong]: "What the hell?!"

"Did this book actually turn what she just said into reality?"

[Death Grants Rebirth]: "What kind of ability is this?"

"Words become law?"

"A wish book?"

【Slacking off 666】: "Wait a minute!"

"Why do you Class 9 students also look confused?"

"Don't you even know what your classmates are capable of?"

The students in Class 9 really didn't know.

All they knew was that Xingyao had great fortune and good eyesight.

As for what exactly this diary is, even Xingyao herself doesn't know.

"Um……"

Xingyao reached out her hand.

The diary fell into her palm without her noticing.

She blinked.

Then she glanced at the giant angel being beaten by Xiao Ai in the distance.

I don't know why.

A very outrageous idea suddenly popped into her head.

So she tentatively held up her diary.

He whispered something.

"Tiga—"

No response.

Xingyao blinked.

She raised her voice slightly.

"Ultraman Tiga!"

"Splash—"

The diary pages were flipped through frantically.

Multicolored light surged from the pages of the book, instantly enveloping Xingyao's body.

"boom!"

A beam of light shot into the sky.

The entire upside-down palace was illuminated by colorful light.

The rotting angels who were fighting all stopped what they were doing.

Long Aotian turned his head in astonishment halfway through his punch.

Yan Cong carried the giant hammer on his shoulder, his mouth slowly opening.

Zhuge Wang also dispersed the hand seals in his hand and looked at the pillar of light with a strange expression.

Ye Chuhao stood on the flying sword, his smile widening.

Just now.

Tong Jingcheng, unaware of when, escaped the battlefield and quietly ran to the top of a palace.

He also had a huge speaker on his shoulder.

Tong Jingcheng looked at the colorful beam of light shooting into the sky, then at the play button in his hand.

"no……"

"How did I end up here?"

next second.

The sound system turned on automatically.

The prelude, sharp as a sword scraping, pierced through the entire palace, followed by a burst of intense drumbeats.

"Like sunlight piercing through the darkness..."

"Dawn quietly streaks across the horizon..."

"Whose figure traverses the cycle of reincarnation..."

Tong Jingcheng stood there blankly, carrying the speaker.

A new storm has arrived—

"How can we stand still!"

"Travel through time and space, giving it your all!"

"I will come to your side!"

Inside the multicolored pillar of light, a massive outline rapidly coalesced.

Legs, torso, arms, and a huge head.

Red, silver, and purple light spread outwards along the body, and the diamond-shaped timer on the chest lit up with multicolored light.

The multicolored light suddenly dissipated.

A giant stands in the center of the upside-down palace.

That familiar red, silver, and purple body almost held back the darkness between the two worlds.

The entire battlefield fell silent.

Yan Cong tilted his head back and slammed the giant hammer in his hand onto the ground with a loud bang.

The Wind and Fire Wheels beneath Su Huaying's feet almost went out.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the rotting angel in front of Long Aotian scratched his face with its claw, and he forgot to fight back.

Inside the live stream room.

The previously densely packed bullet comments instantly went blank.

A few seconds later.

Question marks filled screens all over the world.

"I……"

"Holy crap?!"

"What the hell?"

"Tiga?!?"