Ultraman: I am really just a human.

Chapter 509 Uncle Yong

"I don't know why, it's just... I feel like you can trust me."

Corridor.

Kondo Isami followed Natsukawa out of the office, unsure how to explain his thoughts.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he did subconsciously believe in Kaminari's face.

Whether it was the Ultraman era or the current Kamen Rider world.

Looking back now, it all seems ridiculous.

The reason he was hostile to Kaminari might simply be due to an inferiority complex that he couldn't quite explain.

After experiencing so much, he finally understood that God was never his inner demon; the real inner demon was himself.

If we manage to get back alive this time, we'll have an open and honest talk.

"There's another Kamen Rider Driver at the shelter," Kondo Isami said calmly. "If it's you, you should be able to use it. Then..."

"Sizzle!"

A halo of light suddenly flashed through the corridor, the hands of time stopped turning, and Kondo Isami, who was only halfway through his sentence, froze like a painting.

Time stop?

Natsukawa also stopped what he was doing, and just then he saw Tokiwa Sougo and his two companions running down the stairs, while the Humagears chasing them from behind all stood frozen like statues.

"What on earth is going on? This world..."

The female protagonist, Tsukuyomi, lowered her arms, panting slightly. She was no longer dressed in a school uniform, but in a white dress, transforming from a top student into a superpowered girl.

As Swartz's sister, she regained the innate power of the Time Clan after the timeline shifted, and subconsciously used Time Stop.

Xia Chuan, whose main body was outside the instance, was unaffected.

"Mr. Kaminaga?"

Having also regained their powers and memories, Tokiwa Sougo and Meikoin Geiz looked at Natsukawa in surprise in the middle of the corridor.

"Even Kaminaga-sensei has turned into that Humagear, are there only a few of us left in this world?" Meikoin Geiz slammed his fist against the wall, his fingers gripping the transformation watch tightly.

Because of his preparations for the judo competition, he had a good impression of Natsukawa and remembered receiving her care on many occasions.

"The question is, what exactly happened? Why did things suddenly turn out like this?" Tokiwa Sougo asked, frowning. "Could someone have altered the past?"

The group subconsciously ignored Kondo Isami, who was following behind Natsukawa, and did not consider that Natsukawa was unaffected by the time stop. Worry appeared on their faces.

"This world must have been reshaped by Zi-O, right?" Geiz turned to look at Tokiwa Sougo. "Don't you know the situation either?"

"I'm just putting everything back to square one. How could I possibly know what will happen in the new world?" Tokiwa Sougo scratched his head and looked at his Zi-O watch. "Besides, I'm no longer Oma Zi-O."

"That's true."

Gates nodded, and as he followed Tokiwa Sougo outside, he looked around in confusion.

"That's strange. Usually by this time, Woz would have already jumped out and started saying something about celebration."

"In short, we should first find out the source of the anomaly. This matter is undoubtedly related to the Time Jackers."

Tsukuyomi hastily summoned her exclusive time-traveling vehicle.

Two enormous Time Demon Machines, each several meters tall, landed on the school playground and, under Xia Chuan's watchful gaze, transformed from their mecha-like robot form into a flying vehicle mode.

After Tokiwa Sougo and the others logged in, the two Mazinger Machines quickly tore through space and flew away.

Time returned to normal around them as Tsukuyomi left.

"Hello, Kaminaga-sensei."

After a moment of bewilderment, the Humagears that had been chasing the group returned to the classroom in an orderly fashion. When they passed by Natsukawa, they showed none of their previous out-of-control aggression and greeted him politely, just like real students.

Kondo Isami tensed up, like a husky in a pack of wolves, hiding behind Natsukawa, not daring to even breathe.

Fortunately, with Xia Chuan's help, they successfully escaped from the school.

"I almost thought we were doomed!"

Once out of danger, Kondo Isami resumed breathing and, seemingly afraid that Natsukawa would look down on him, quickly straightened his chest.

"Don't underestimate these Humagears. Individually they may not be that great, but when they're numerous, they're extremely troublesome. Almost every one of them can transform, and they can easily attract some terrifying Arbiters."

"I am also a Humagear."

Xia Chuanyou added a sentence.

His thoughts were still focused on the time-stopping ability used by Tsukuyomi.

The effect was significantly more advanced than any time-stop he had ever encountered, eliminating almost all limitations and defects, and even allowing him to choose which people were not subject to time-stop.

He was also very interested in the two Time Demon Machines.

The power within seems very similar to that of Black Woz's scarf.

The scarf represents the timekeeper.

The belt drivers of the main characters also come from the Time Manager. In fact, the Time Manager is the mastermind behind everything, but it seems that the appearance of Oma Zi-O caused a mishap.

Time royalty, time managers...

The world is truly a complex place.

……

Human Survivor Base.

Two motorcycles drove into the deserted factory, kicking up clouds of dust. The factory, which looked like it had been abandoned for a long time, had been renovated and had many sentry posts set up around it, but all the fortifications looked dilapidated.

It seems like they've just gone through a tough battle.

"Are we late?"

Kondo Isami's face turned pale.

In order to escape back from the city, he deliberately took Xia Chuan on a long detour.

Trusting Xia Chuan is one thing, but Xia Chuan clearly doesn't have much fighting power right now.

After stopping the motorcycle, Kondo hurriedly took off his helmet and rushed across the ruins to the underground space of the factory. He was relieved when he saw the intact protective passage.

Unlike the desolate surface, the underground space was bustling with activity, crowded with all sorts of people seeking refuge.

"Uncle Yong!"

One of the soldiers on defense saw Kondo Isami and immediately called out to him, but then his expression changed drastically, and he raised his gun to aim at Natsukawa.

"Humagear..."

"Wait! This is the helper I brought!"

Kondo Isami broke out in a cold sweat and, while explaining, stepped in front of Natsukawa to shield her.

The savior who represents hope cannot afford to have any problems.

Xia Chuan didn't seem to care, his gaze calmly sweeping over the refugee-like survivors in the underground shelter.

Perhaps because they had experienced too much, everyone's expression was numb, even the children, who could only suppress their hatred when they looked at him.

"Follow me!"

Kondo Isami didn't dare let Natsukawa stay there for too long, so he hurriedly led Natsukawa deeper into the area.

The weapons depot is a short walk through the residential area.

The main warriors who had experienced the battle all gathered together, and when they saw Kondo Isami, they repeatedly called him "Uncle Isami".

"You seem to have quite a bit of prestige here?" Xia Chuan said casually.

"After all, I'm a veteran Kamen Rider." Kondo Isami felt like he was drinking ice-cold soda on a hot summer day, finding Natsukawa's words incredibly helpful and feeling completely refreshed.

The suffering I endured during this period was worth it.

As you continue walking from the weapons depot, the environment gradually improves and is no longer as chaotic as the entrance.

Researchers in white lab coats walked back and forth in the passageway, and soon they saw rows of server arrays, and the space suddenly opened up.

"This is……"

Xia Chuan walked to a platform railing, where a huge artificial satellite, supported by several space rockets, came into view.

It is almost identical to the Ark of the universe, except that its core has turned blue.

The researchers, who resembled workers, gathered on the elevated platform to inspect and debug the equipment, their eyes filled with a hope that was completely different from that of the refugees in front of them.

"Satellite Zeya," Kondo Isami, having fully enjoyed the guards' respect, looked expectantly at the artificial satellite, "is humanity's only hope now."

(End of this chapter)