Hawks from the Land of Light are calling me a dove and an undercover agent in the chat group.

"That is the endless acquisition of knowledge."

Orochimaru's tone became more lively, "The universe is vast, Sasuke-kun. Your vision is ultimately too narrow, bound by your education and past."

"Even with an infinite lifespan, the endless knowledge can still fill life after immortality with a colorful and infinite meaning. You may not understand this yet."

Sasuke Uchiha truly couldn't understand it.

But even if he couldn't understand it, it didn't stop him from suddenly feeling that Orochimaru seemed to have become much more imposing.

As long as a person possesses an unwavering ideal, regardless of whether that ideal is laughable or illusory, as long as they can keep moving forward in that direction with an unyielding will, and are determined enough to be willing to give everything.

So even if you can't empathize with that ideal, the greatness of the other person's soul will still resonate with you.

Sasuke Uchiha had been thoroughly humiliated, suffering the baptism of two mature adults in just one day. He finally looked more and more at Orochimaru and couldn't help but ask again, "Don't you think this goal is too far away?"

"Far away? Humph!"

Orochimaru snorted, basking in his own self-satisfaction. "That's because you haven't yet grasped just how wise I am, Sasuke-kun. In this world, the most terrifying thing is my godlike talent!"

Sasuke Uchiha was speechless. He had always considered himself a genius, but he never expected that Orochimaru would consider himself a genius even more so. This arrogance was comparable to that of the Uchiha clan.

However, since the enemy is strong and we are weak, we cannot refute them. We can only temporarily avoid their sharp edge and immediately change the subject abruptly: "So your goal is to possess me and then live with eternal life to study everything?"

"To be precise, if possible, your body is merely a stepping stone along the way."

After a moment's thought, Orochimaru, filled with anticipation, sketched out the most perfect future form he could imagine.

"I hope to have an immortal lifespan that is unfathomable, to be able to survive without oxygen, to have the speed to leave and return to the ninja world at will, and to have the power to protect myself when I encounter enemies while exploring the universe. That way, I can study in peace forever."

It sounds familiar.

Uchiha Sasuke subconsciously glanced at the chat group.

In the group, Hibiki Yuta and the others took turns introducing him after he ran away, and kept tagging him, saying they wanted to have a good chat with him. Ultraman is not a staged photo, and they listed a lot of Ultraman's settings as if they knew them by heart.

Yes, they have an unfathomable lifespan, can survive without oxygen, possess the speed to leave and return to the ninja world at will, have the power to protect themselves when encountering enemies in the vast starry sky, and have always maintained a rational approach to technological development. Each Ultraman is a master of knowledge and technology with an overwhelming advantage over lower civilizations.

It sounds familiar.

Uchiha Sasuke tilted his head.

So, Orochimaru's ultimate goal is to become something fictional, something that's just staged in movies?

"Huh?"

Orochimaru, who had been talking non-stop, became puzzled. Just a moment ago, Sasuke's expression when he looked at him was one of involuntary admiration, as if he had been somewhat captivated by him. How could it have suddenly and inexplicably changed so quickly?

It seems to be a mixture of pity for him and disdain for his adolescent delusions.

Wait, what's going on here?

Who secretly corrupted Sasuke?! Damn!

Sasuke today is anything but ordinary. Putting aside this sudden change, the fact that he would discuss ideas and life dreams with me like this today means he must have come into contact with someone special, otherwise he wouldn't be able to do this.

"Kabuto, find that person for me, find him!!"

Orochimaru is furious!

……

"Good news, good news!"

"Good news from the cosmic circle! Good news from the cosmic circle!"

Are you troubled by the fact that your home planet's resources are insufficient for your race's extravagant spending? Do you yearn for more knowledge but can't find a way to acquire it? Do you want to join a cosmic-level power to wield power but worry that you won't be able to climb to the top because you lack connections?

"No worries at all, no worries at all, none of your worries are a problem!"

"Want it? Resources, wealth, fame, profits, strength, power, even the nauseating love, friendship, family ties, bonds—"

"The Dark Emperor has left everything there. That's right, the new era of the universe, the new world, everything is there—the much-anticipated Martial Arts Tournament Nebula!"

"If you want to step onto the grand stage of the universe, you absolutely cannot miss it!"

"Hero, about to embark on your journey to the Universe's First Martial Arts Tournament, the moment you set off, the entire universe will call out your name. You could be the next Dark Four Heavenly Kings, you could be the next Zoffy and Kassadin, you could even be the next Dark Emperor or the captain of the Space Garrison!"

"And those cowards who dare not move, let them ignore the beginning of this new era!"

They've even started advertising on Earth, which is practically a backwater in the universe.

Seven, stationed in the solar system, watched as the sound expanded to reach the entire solar system via the wandering high-tech broadcaster, and shook his head with great emotion.

"You're really going all out, Alien Empera!"

Regarding this martial arts tournament, although the Land of Light tacitly allowed others to participate, it also engaged in a fierce struggle with the Emperor Empire, stating that if anyone on stage surrendered, the Land of Light would intervene.

To the greatest extent possible, the goal is to determine only victory or defeat, without distinguishing between life and death.

Ultimately, while the Emperor's Empire granted this request, it added a condition: if anyone on the stage surrendered, the Emperor's Empire would also have the right to send someone to intervene and protect the surrendered person.

In short, the Land of Light has always wanted as few people as possible to participate.

However, it was clear that the Alien Empera was not happy about this. He ordered Mefilas to create a large number of these high-tech broadcasters in the shortest possible time and broadcast them to all star systems in the universe for 24-hour uninterrupted propaganda.

In an effort to provoke more contestants, the Empire of Ampera has truly gone to great lengths this time. The production of these broadcasting devices, which are otherwise meaningless, has consumed a great deal of resources and seems to have nearly exhausted many people.

"Fortunately, Earth has not yet developed space travel technology, so no matter how much we are encouraged, we will never be able to reach the Martial Arts Tournament Nebula."

On Saturn, Seven felt relieved. In the past, for the sake of human safety, apart from things like exploding planet missiles, he had actually hoped that Earth's technology would catch up with the universe as soon as possible.

But now it seems that the temporary technological backwardness can actually protect humanity from getting involved in the murky waters of the martial arts tournament.

Seven, relieved, focused on the Eye of Ultra and resumed his patrol, determined not to let any aliens enter the solar system at this time.

While he was focused on his patrol, something wonderful was happening on Earth.

The captains and members of the four Earth Defense Forces – the Science Patrol, the Ultra Guard, the MAT Team, and the Tucker Team – who had once bravely defended Earth and then disbanded, but whose members were still alive, gathered together for the first time.

"Based on the above viewpoints, although this is likely to be a cosmic event, we humans should still be cautious. Now that we have Ultraman Seven protecting us, there is absolutely no need for humans to participate in this so-called martial arts tournament."

Captain Muramatsu of the Science Patrol sat in the main seat. He was the most respected and oldest captain. Beside him, in addition to the other captains, was his close friend, Shingo Sakamizu, who had once met Zoffy in space.

"I object!"

With a bang, very quickly, the teammate in the mountains stood up on the spot and slammed his big hand directly on the huge conference table.

"I have to go! If I don't go this time, who knows when I'll ever have another chance to see Ace, no, Hokuto? Damn it, that guy ran away too fast back then, only caring about showing off to the kids, and didn't even give me a chance to apologize."

"I'm going this time no matter what. If I don't go, I'll be unworthy of being called Yamanaka Ichiro. I still owe that bastard Hokuto an apology!"

Everyone present was my senior.

Yamanaka was very clear about this. He knew what he was doing, but although his behavior was outrageous, he would absolutely not accept it if his seniors were acting in a more prudent manner!

Even the most respected Captain Muramatsu, he would still oppose Captain Muramatsu's orders!

"Yamanaka!"

Captain Long said to him, "You can talk things out slowly. Don't be so impatient. You were too impatient back then, which is why you didn't listen to Beidou's words many times. Don't repeat the same mistake."

"Yes, let's take it slow?"

Fatty Konno first agreed with the captain, then immediately changed the subject, "But captain, I think what Yamanaka said makes a lot of sense, and that's what I think too. What do you think, is it possible to...?"

Following Konno, the other members of the Tucker team also expressed the same opinion.

Captain Long then nodded, "I want to go too."

That's it for the vote. The entire Tucker team voted in favor of the safer approach.

Following Team Tucker, Team Mat and the Ultra Guard also chose the same path. Team Mat, in particular, is full of wonderful people who are passionate, righteous, kind, and capable.

Before the meeting even started, the entire Mat team had already agreed to go, without any objections.

Seeing the burning passion of the young people, Captain Muramatsu seemed to see himself in them. He looked at the former strongest scientist of the Science Patrol: "Ide, is there a way?"

I really want to say, "Leave it to me."

Ide gave a wry smile. "But this time I really don't have that ability. The time is too short. Even if we include the scientists in the junior defense force, it's still the same. We can't do it."

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.

Even if you have a lot of passion, it won't work if technology doesn't support it.

Team Mat's Captain Ibuki asked Team Ultra Guard Captain Kiriyama, "Is it possible to ask Ultra Seven for help?"

"No."

Captain Kiriyama shook his head. "Dan loves humanity, but precisely because he loves humanity so deeply, he is probably the Ultra Warrior who is least likely to help us get there."

After thinking for a moment, Sakami proposed a solution: "Would it be feasible to ask Minami for help?"

Minami Yuko has now regained her identity as a lunar person and lives alone in the spacetime on the moon. She may now possess power beyond human technology.

"That might work."

Captain Long both nodded and shook his head. "While Nan would certainly be willing to help, she might not have the power. After all, she's not Ultraman."

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent and became distressed, racking their brains to think of a better solution.

Then, a voice that sounded like that of a superhuman suddenly entered the four-generation family meeting room from nowhere.

"Greetings, modern warriors. I heard you wish to attend that unprecedented event? Perhaps I can take you there."

"who are you?"

Members of each team became alert.

"me?"

The superpowered individual replied, "I am a soul awakened from ancient times by that broadcast, a warrior, an exorcist who simply wants to witness the grand event that I yearn for."

"You may call me Iida Iryu!"

Chapter 145 The Origins of the Bogaru Clan, Hikari's Unresolved Issues.

"More and more troops are being transferred here."

Kassa, who was overseeing the work, was not happy to see this situation.

He had been guarding the area near the newly built martial arts arena for several days, working around the clock without rest. Therefore, he could clearly see that the number of other aliens and monsters in this area was rapidly increasing.

Compared to when he first arrived a few days ago, the number of people here has increased at least tenfold.

With a large population, conflicts and unrest naturally increase, so much so that both the Land of Light and the Emperor Empire have to allocate more military forces to be stationed here.

Needless to say, the Land of Light also needs to maintain stability because, as one of the organizers, even those who enjoy darkness and battle must postpone these things until after the competition begins.