We asked you to make tokusatsu films, and you actually became Ultraman?

At first, there was light.

A pale light poured down from the sky, like countless white pillars piercing from the clouds all the way to the ground.

Yunyu stood in the light and realized that she was not in a rented room, but on a vast plain. Under her feet was cracked earth, with no grass, no trees, only endless scorched earth.

He looked up at the sky.

The sky was dark red, like congealed blood, and the clouds were frighteningly low, as if you could reach out and touch them.

At the very top of the clouds, there is a huge spaceship above the clouds, like a god looking down on all living beings.

Then, the monster arrived.

Not just one, not just ten, but hundreds and thousands.

They fell from the cracks in the sky, crashing to the ground like raindrops.

Each monster's landing was accompanied by a deafening explosion, sending dust billowing into the sky and flames erupting everywhere.

They don't need to attack; their mere fall is enough to destroy everything.

The city collapsed under the monster's feet, skyscrapers crumbled like building blocks, and streets shattered like pieces of paper.

People screamed, ran, and cried, but in the face of absolute power, all their struggles seemed so pale and powerless.

But as the spaceship emitted a beam of light, most of the people vanished...

It's not killing, it's disappearing.

Those who were touched by the light simply vanished into thin air, as if they had never existed.

One second the mother was running with her child, the next the child was left standing there, staring blankly at his empty hands, not knowing what had happened.

One second the police were organizing the evacuation of the crowd, the next second only a hat was left on the ground, rolled twice, and stopped on the side of the road.

Ninety percent of humanity simply vanished into thin air.

It was erased from the paper like a paper being wiped off with an eraser, leaving absolutely no trace.

Yun Yu stood on the plain, looking at all this. She wanted to move, but found that her body was as if it were entangled by something, and she could not move.

He tried to shout, but no sound came out of his throat.

He could only watch helplessly as cities went out one after another, and as crowds disappeared one after another.

Only 10% of humanity remains, and they can only huddle together to eke out a living.

They hid in underground air-raid shelters, in the crevices of collapsed buildings, and deep in the ruins where the monsters wouldn't notice.

There was no food, no water, no sunlight, only endless darkness and fear.

They dared not speak loudly, turn on the lights, or even breathe loudly, because any noise might attract the monster.

Leaving 10 percent of the people behind was not out of kindness on the other side of the spaceship.

Yun Yu could sense that person's intentions; the person on the spaceship needed these people to live, needed their despair.

Every person shivering in the darkness, every person silently weeping in the ruins, every person who has lost a family member—their despair, fear, pain, and helplessness are absorbed by the beings in the sky like nourishment, nourishing something.

Despair is food, fear is wine, and these lingering humans are its livestock.

Yunyu sensed that despair.

It wasn't the sympathy of a bystander, but a despair that I personally experienced and that penetrated to the bone.

He could sense the despair of the mother holding her child in the air-raid shelter. The child had a high fever, there was no medicine, no doctor, and she could only hold the child and hum a song over and over again, not knowing if the child would live to see tomorrow.

He could sense the despair of the young man holding the steel pipe who was trying to resist. He rushed forward, only to be crushed by the monster's foot, leaving no trace of his name.

He could sense the despair of those hiding in the corners. They didn't know if they would survive tomorrow, what the outside world had become, when this would end, or even why they had to live.

That despair, like icy seawater, surged in from all directions, engulfing him.

He wanted to wake up, but he couldn't.

The dream continues.

He witnessed one human stronghold after another being destroyed.

The survivor camp was discovered in the ruins, and when the monster stepped on it, everything returned to calm.

Those who organized a counterattack, armed with rudimentary weapons and shouting slogans, charged forward, only to be crushed like ants, not even making a ripple.

When Yunyu woke up from her dream, she was covered in sweat as if she had been pulled out of the water. Her pajamas were soaked and clung to her skin, feeling icy cold.

He clutched his chest, gasping for breath, his heart pounding as if it would jump out of his chest.

It was dark outside the window, the streetlights cast a dim yellow light, and my phone screen was dark—everything was exactly the same as before I fell asleep.

But that deep-seated sense of despair still lingered in his body, like a needle stuck in his heart, impossible to pull out.

This was the sixth time he had had this dream in a row.

In each of his dreams, he could vividly feel that despair.

Each instance of despair was a bone-deep despair, as if someone had gripped his heart, tightening it little by little, making it hard for him to breathe, making him want to scream but unable to make a sound.

And as he dreamed more and more, he could clearly sense that there were far fewer humans living on that Earth than before.

Many more human settlements were destroyed, and many more people who dared to fight the monsters and organize a counterattack sacrificed their lives.

That world is dying bit by bit, and he can only watch it in his dreams, unable to do anything about it.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart, but his mind was filled with images from his dream.

The mother holding her child, the young man rushing forward with a steel pipe, and the crowd trembling in the darkness.

When Yun Yu first had this dream, he immediately recalled Musashi's reaction in the Ten Warriors and confirmed that this was the Ultraman Legend.

That world is being destroyed, and what he dreams of is what is happening in that world.

Although she might go to jail again, Yun Yu's hands clenched involuntarily when she thought of that desperate world, those people trembling in the darkness, the mother holding her child, and the young man rushing forward with a steel pipe.

He cannot stand idly by.

The worst that can happen is going to jail. Don't act like you've already been to jail a lot!

Thinking of this, Yun Yu laughed in exasperation.

He leaned against the headboard, looking at the night outside the window, a helpless yet determined smile on his lips.

He calmed down for a while, until his heartbeat had completely subsided, before lifting the covers and getting out of bed to wash up.

The cold water splashed on his face woke him up quite a bit. He saw faint dark circles under his eyes in the mirror, clearly indicating that he hadn't slept well.

After washing up, he went to the bedside and picked up the photo he had taken of Su Mo.

He had taken the photos of Su Mo and then secretly brought them back. Looking at the photos, Yun Yu gently stroked them with his fingers. After thinking for a while, he made a decision.

He put the photo album inside his phone case, which was transparent, so that he could see Su Mo's smiling face through the photos.

Without hesitation, he transformed into a streak of light and rushed into the universe to begin a new training.