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

Therefore, he boldly speculated that these life forms were probably made from Star Voices as raw materials. After all, regardless of their strength, Star Voices are all very unique and are considered one of the most special existences in the universe. It is reasonable for them to ignore the difference in strength and create such things at the cost of their own death.

Of course, he also knew Ultraman's kindness, so he tried to guess in a positive light, estimating that it was a voluntary and proactive act by the Voice of the Distant Star.

But after hearing this, Kassa was completely bewildered: "Huh?"

"Huh?" Kirielod II was also stunned. "No, isn't that right?"

Holy crap, it's not even Voices of a Distant Star, so the raw materials must be incredibly powerful!

Are you misunderstanding something?

What did I misunderstand?

“This thing,” Kasa pointed to the few lives in Kiss’s hands, “is a product developed by scientists from our Land of Light. It’s a mass-produced technology. I haven’t paid attention to the exact number, but in terms of usage, the daily output is probably between tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands.”

"As for the raw materials... they're pretty ordinary in every way, right? If I had to say something special, it would probably be that some Ultra Light needs to be introduced, but that's not the dominant or decisive factor. The key is the technology that Hikari developed."

"what?"

Kirielod II blinked, “—Huh?!!”

Holy crap? Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!

Holy crap, someone here is cheating!

Huh? Wait, is this cheater an ally? Then it's fine, they're invincible!

"Wouldn't it be awesome to carry millions of lives with you?" Kirielod II was so excited on the spot that he almost forgot to whisper.

Assuming a life is negated by a wave blast or an Omega ray, carrying five million lives is equivalent to negating five million attacks from Gatanothor. In this case, with the Ultimate Blade in hand, even if you can't beat Gatanothor in a one-on-one fight, you can at least hold out for quite a long time.

Seeing this ingenious idea, Kassaar couldn't help but laugh: "It's not that simple."

Life solidification technology is undoubtedly a godlike invention, but it also has hidden dangers. The allure of "a life" is too strong, which will attract all kinds of monsters and aliens in the universe.

Fortunately, each Ultra Warrior is a jack-of-all-trades, so when they carry multiple lives with them, they can rely on Ultra techniques to cover up the leakage of these lives and not be noticed by others.

However, if you carry too many, such as dozens or hundreds, unless they are of the ultimate level, it will be difficult to keep their life force from leaking out, and they will inevitably attract all sorts of unnecessary troubles no matter where they go.

That would have the opposite effect, hindering the efficiency of the Ultra Warriors' missions, so it would be better not to carry so many lives.

If bringing dozens or hundreds of them is already like this, let alone bringing millions as Kyrie Ilrod II said.

At that point, let alone monsters and aliens, even the souls of the dead in the afterlife, no, even the concept of the afterlife itself, would be drawn to break through dimensions and come directly to fight for life.

Moreover, even without considering these risks, carrying millions of lives means that if any humans approach, they might unknowingly fall into the thick aura of these leaking lives and become completely unable to extricate themselves, or even be bewitched by Zigela, which would be absolutely unacceptable.

Those members of Earth teams like the Science Patrol and GUTS might be able to break free, but for others, it's unlikely.

After all, the pursuit of life is an instinct for all living beings.

Life is like a game. Life itself is innocent, but in the face of a large number of lives, 99% of people are game addicts who can't control their desire to play games.

It is only because the Ultramen themselves are advanced enough, both physically and mentally, that they can remain completely unmoved in the Land of Light, a place with countless lives.

As for why the Land of Light produces countless lives every day without causing any serious consequences, and why no undead worlds are seen being attracted there.

Of course, it was the Plasma Spark Tower, the Ultra Key, the Father of Ultra, and the existence of 18 billion Ultramen that provided a balance.

The aura of so many Ultramen residing in the Land of Light is so strong, its light and righteousness are even more intense than the life force of countless lives piled together, successfully masking the massive leakage of life force.

As for the very small amount that occasionally leaks out, well, so be it. As long as they see it's the Land of Light, they basically don't dare to attack.

This is also one of the reasons why the Land of Light does not allow the technology of solidifying life to be disseminated outside. Other civilizations do not have the same self-control and fighting power as the Land of Light. If they were to mass-produce life, chaos would immediately ensue, and they would bring about their own destruction.

"Eh..." Kirieloid II listened to these secrets, which were considered secrets to a country bumpkin from another dimension, and was amazed. Compared to the Orion constellation's Ultra civilization, the Land of Light seemed to be more like the level of technology that the Ultra race should have.

The giants of light in the Orion constellation are not without technical capabilities, after all, they are Ultraman, but compared to the level of life solidification technology, they are still far behind.

"If you want to know more, I can take you to the Land of Light as a guest sometime in the future, but for now, let's go protect Renlong and the others."

"Yes, mission accomplished!"

Kyrierod II snapped to attention and saluted, then swiftly descended through the bottomless cave. As he went down, he pondered, "Hey, I've got a good idea!"

Do you think that if you promote the Land of Light as the divine kingdom of your Kirieloid cult when you are proselytizing in the future, the success rate of proselytizing will be greatly increased?

The claim that as long as one does good deeds and believes in the Kirieloid religion, one can ascend to the Land of Light after death—no, I mean, ascend to the Kirieloid Kingdom, which has 18 billion Kiri people, a Kiri father, possesses life solidification technology, and is invincible throughout the universe while being fair, open, and just.

Wouldn't the number of people rushing to join the Kirieloid cult increase tenfold?

"Ho ho ho!"

I'm a fucking genius!

The monsters from deep within the earth, including the dragon, watched as Ji Er went on a rampage, throwing down several lives to fuse with before impatiently turning and running away, laughing maniacally as he went back.

That's incredible! This child probably has some kind of mental problem.

Renlong's eyes turned kind. Sigh, the young geek has become like this at such a young age. I'm afraid he'll just drool over him even if he's saved. In its opinion, this is definitely Gatanothor's fault. No doubt about it, that born evil old devil Gatanothor!

With a series of clicks, as it felt the life solidification technology nourishing it, Renlong's eyes brightened slightly. Several of its heads turned slightly, looking at the increasingly dark black mist, its eyes overflowing with hatred.

Its main head contains a life that has not been used, and the regenerated dragon jade on its head conceals the life's aura. It is slowly waiting, waiting for the moment when the Voice of the Stars needs to be revived.

Just you wait, you hideous old devil Gatan!

……

"All communication instruments are also difficult to use, and all of Earth's satellites have been shot down. After you joined forces with humanity, how have you been exchanging information with each other all this time?"

Amidst the swirling yellow sand, we continued our journey.

"Basically, it's all thanks to the human side. The esper Kirino Makio, who has now joined the GUTS team, contacts all of us remotely from around the world to exchange information. Occasionally, when Kirino Makio is too busy, we'll switch to a kid who has already joined XIG, whose name I think is Sawamura Shusaku."

"I heard that kid named Sawamura Shusaku is from the Gaia timeline. He is a descendant of Onijuro, a demon with superpowers who made a deal with the Destruction Bringer in ancient times. So he also has pretty good superpowers."

"Well, if I had to give my opinion, that kid is far inferior to Kirino Makio. Even with the black mist obstructing the way, Kirino Makio was able to communicate with me in real time throughout the entire process. Sawamura Shusaku, on the other hand, was different. His communication was intermittent and couldn't last long."

On a flat mountain with gentle undulations, covered with a thick layer of yellow sand, Kasa and Ji Er explored the various aspects of this world in greater depth until they both witnessed an astonishing scene and stopped in their tracks.

It's a small oasis.

Nestled in the mountains is a striking little oasis, which encloses a simple mountain village. Every house in the village has been carefully designed, and the streets outside are decorated to make it seem as if the village is full of life.

It's clear that the designer wanted to recreate the village scene he saw back then.

But there is only one resident here.

There was only one bald man sitting beside his buckwheat noodle mobile vendor cart, his eyes filled with sorrow and nostalgia, savoring the moment, second by second, the village that had been recreated in a place far removed from his original home.

Chapter 174 I am Kassadin from the Land of Light in Nebula M78

"Wow, so weak!"

Don't underestimate him, you bastard. The great Genius II could tell at a glance that this guy wasn't human and was very weak, much weaker than when he was just Genius I. He might be the kind of guy who could be easily killed by his Genius I self.

How could such a weak "monster" have survived all this time on its own? It's incredibly lucky.

Hearing the noise, the bald Obik glanced up but ignored them. He continued cooking the boiling buckwheat noodles, scooping out several bowls and pouring the steaming noodles into them, as if handing them to some guest, or to some empty air.

"Back then, everyone loved my buckwheat noodles the most... At that time, no one in the village had much money, so the buckwheat noodles didn't have any seasonings at all, and the variety was always very simple, just plain noodles."

"But once you finish one bowl, you want another. From children to the elderly, everyone raves about my buckwheat noodles."

He was like an old man suffering from amnesia, slowly recounting his happy past. As a native monster who had lived for thousands of years, he still loved the peaceful village that had lasted for a thousand years.

There are no lights, no electricity, no electronic devices that corrupt the human mind, no cell phones or computers. People don't stay cooped up at home all day, and when they go out, they don't seem indifferent or heartless. They greet each other when they meet on the street.

In the surrounding villages, if anyone encounters difficulties, even if everyone is not wealthy, they will help each other out. In the end, late at night, they will have a delicious bowl of buckwheat noodles and chat with the owner, laughing heartily.

The feelings between people were so pure and beautiful, so beautiful that generation after generation, so beautiful that he thought those days could go on forever.

But that's not right. Modern technological advancements have destroyed the human spirit.

The village of the past can never return, nor can the hearts of the people of the past. The familiar faces of the past have all faded away in regret, becoming a pile of white bones in the grave, leaving him alone in this ever-changing modern society.

"Look, this is the village from the past. That's the Mino family, that's the Shichimiya family, and over there, that's the Suzuki family, and over there is the lotus pond... Everything, everything is so familiar. I haven't forgotten a single thing, not a single thing!"

Obik pointed shakily to the different wooden houses, which could not compare to modern houses in terms of comfort or durability, but in his opinion, they were the best houses in the world.

Ji Er knew nothing, had no idea what had happened, and only thought that Obik was going crazy. "What is this old man babbling about?"

Kasa stopped Ji Er's rant and went to sit down by the soba noodle cart without being invited. He said, "Boss, two bowls of soba noodles, please."

After babbling on and on about old stories, Obik finally turned his attention away from the houses he had built. He stared at Kasa for several seconds, seemingly lost in thought, before lowering his head again, setting out two bowls, and starting to stir the noodles.

"Huh? Come to think of it, it's been a long time since I've had buckwheat noodles... Hmph, don't give me something bland and watery, I want meat! I want spices! I want the best combination with the most ingredients!"

Ji Er also sat down here. Although he didn't know Obik, he knew about noodles!

When he was a pure spiritual being, he was completely indifferent to these culinary desires. However, since joining forces with TPC over the past year, the Victory Team, Super Victory Team, and XIG have repeatedly prepared various lavish meals for him to express their gratitude for his numerous acts of assistance, even though they themselves were facing food shortages.

Over time, and in order to better prepare for battle, he voluntarily created some physical aspects from his pure spiritual body, and thus came to understand why humans enjoy eating so much.

Obik glanced at the good-for-nothing Raggi, whose mind was now only filled with eating, and did not say anything, but did as he was asked.

It's somewhat like giving someone a last meal before they're executed.

Seeing Obik getting busy, Kassa paused. "Do you still hate that modern village that took over the village in your memories?"

“I wanted to destroy it…” Obik murmured forlornly, “I hated it, I wanted to destroy it, but when Gatanothor actually destroyed it, I was furious…”

He didn't know how this strange giant of light knew him, and seemed to know something about him, but none of that mattered. After more than a year of loneliness, if there was anyone he could confide in, it was only Ultraman in front of him.

If it were just a useless alien, he wouldn't even bother with it, but since Ultraman was there, he felt compelled to confide in him.

"Because you haven't given up hope yet, Obik."

Kasa said softly, “What you want is not the village of the past. What you really want is the same passionate heart as before, the beautiful hearts that are friends from all over the world. You hate the village that has lost these hearts, but you still hold onto hope.”

"You think the people in the village might still have a chance to get better; what you want is not destruction."

So when Gatanothor destroys everything, Obik will be angry, lost, and even more lost than before the modern village disappeared.

Despondent, he plays a fake game of house alone to numb himself, and he also shows self-destructive tendencies. While playing house, he makes no precautions and secretly hopes that a Zoga will pass by and that he will die in a fight with Zoga, which would be a way to avenge the village.

"Maybe so." Obik sighed deeply, his face showing extreme exhaustion, his words filled with bewilderment. "But it's pointless to say anything now."

As a monster close to a monstrous creature, his lifespan is at least tens of thousands of years, and he is still quite far from being truly old.

But his heart was old, almost dead, and his body stiffened as a result, emanating an aura of aging that only intensified his bewilderment.

If no one guides him, his only fate will be to wait for an empty death.

Kasa wouldn't be the guide. He might gain Obik's trust, but he couldn't live with Obik. Besides, what Obik wanted was a new friend who was human.

But just because he won't be the guide doesn't mean he can't bring Obik to the side of someone who can become that guide.