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

If that's the case, then what is the justice and order that Dalmud, the core of Zetton, thinks he has?

"Damn you, Ultraman! I am Damd, the core of Zetton! I am the creator of the cosmic order! My justice is the only true justice! I don't need your pity or protection! Everyone in the Land of Light deserves to die!"

The core of Zetton, Damud, suddenly roared.

He originally wanted to roar like this: "Isn't it just sacrificing oneself for righteousness? He can do that too. Even the evil Ultraman can do it, so how could he not?"

To prove that their cosmic order is justice above all other justice, the cost of lives is nothing!

...That's what he was thinking, but after a moment of hesitation, the core of Zetton, Damd, was horrified to find that he could no longer control himself. His body wouldn't obey him, and he was unwilling to shout it out. Instead, he remained silent, tacitly accepting that he was being protected by the evil Ultraman.

It wasn't that he was scared; he wasn't afraid of death at all. Yes, it was just that his body suddenly malfunctioned and wouldn't obey commands!

The core of Zetton, Damud, remained silent, indefinitely silent.

The original Ultraman made a direct decision: "In exchange for the survival of the Zetton Core, you are not allowed to harm innocent people, and you are free to kill me, Dark One, but let me make this clear beforehand, I will not..."

They will surrender without resistance.

He spoke very quickly, as if afraid that the Alien Empera might change his mind.

Making compromises or deals with perpetrators in order to protect the innocent, and making some people the price to pay, is not something that Ultra Warriors will allow.

However, there is a prerequisite: these costs are not the Land of Light, nor the Ultra Warriors themselves. When the costs are limited to the Land of Light and the Ultra race, the transaction is valid and worthwhile.

However, although he agreed to the deal, the original was prepared for a fight to the death.

He might be killed in a single move, but no matter how great the difference in skill level, he would only be defeated and die as a warrior.

"Humph."

Alien Empera didn't see Ultraman's fighting stance as a provocation or threat in the slightest. He merely let out a soft hum of unknown meaning, then looked with pleasure at the dazed Zetton core, Damd, and said to everyone:

"That's what the foolish Ultra Warrior said. Well, I can't be biased either way. I'll give you a chance to prove yourself in terms of order and justice. Here, I'll give you even better terms."

"I will not touch anyone in this universe except you and that foolish Ultraman. You can see with your own eyes that I will crush that foolish original Ultraman before I die. I also allow your confidants to continue to spread your ideas of cosmic order and justice, and continue to rule this entire universe with them."

"How about it? These conditions are much more generous than what was offered to the Ultra race, aren't they? So, what's your answer, you ant?"

Click!

When asked this question by the seemingly easy-going Alien Empera, Zetton Core Damd's one leg buckled and he fell to the ground.

His body trembled, and his large, distinctive Zettonian eye flickered incessantly as he struggled violently, dragging himself backward with his remaining hand.

"No, no, no, no... I can't say it yet. I'm not afraid of death. I'm willing to sacrifice myself for the order of the universe and true justice, but I can't die now. My subordinates and my confidants have too shallow an understanding of the order of the universe and justice. They simply can't carry it on properly!"

"I must live, I must live, otherwise my dreams, my ideas of cosmic order and justice will be lost!"

"Yes, yes, that's it, that's it... I don't accept it! I don't accept the suggestion that I should die, you tyrant, you incompetent ruler! Immediately follow the original plan and kill that evil Ultraman! Kill him now!"

Damdron, the core of Zetton, roared, desperately trying to justify himself. Finally, he pointed a single finger at the unwavering First Generation figure standing in the air, shouting for the First Generation to die immediately.

"Ha, ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Seeing the clownish behavior of Zetton Core Damd, the Alien Empera finally stopped pretending to be a good person willing to give a choice and burst into unrestrained, hearty laughter!

How delightful! How delightful!

Unexpectedly, although I didn't encounter any powerful figures, I actually encountered such a rare and powerful clown. This clown's ability to tell jokes in the clown world and the world of jokes is probably no less than that of the King of Ultra in the world of powerful figures!

Although there were people in the main universe who criticized the Land of Light for acting arbitrarily, or worried that the Ultra race might go astray, there were even those who claimed to be righteous individuals who could monitor the Ultra race's justice.

After all, the universe is so vast and there are so many races, it's normal for some oddities to appear occasionally.

But regardless of which of these points you're referring to, no one would say that the Land of Light is evil, or that any race wiped out by the Ultra Warriors shouldn't have been wiped out.

Even those who claim to be "justices who can monitor the justice of the Ultra race" are essentially just narcissistically thinking that their sense of justice can barely rival the Land of Light, but they can only rival it and cannot match the Land of Light.

Although there have been those who claimed their justice was above that of the Land of Light, they themselves knew they were talking nonsense.

But this Zetton core, Damd, is different. He has truly deceived himself. He clearly wants to rule the universe, become the supreme ruler of the universe, and enjoy the pleasure of arbitrarily executing others with supreme power. However, he cannot do this with the Land of Light around him, so he is only interested in the Land of Light.

But as he grew to hate, in order to feel at ease destroying the Kingdom of Light, he actually started to deceive himself, genuinely believing that he was doing it for the good of the entire universe, and successfully brainwashed himself.

If nothing unexpected had happened, this clown could have kept up the act forever.

But who made this clown run into Alien Empera?

"Interesting, very interesting! What a grand drama! You insignificant weakling, you've certainly lived a worthwhile life!"

Alien Empera clapped his hands lightly. As the Dark Emperor, he already knew before asking the question that the original Ultraman would only have one answer who was willing to compromise himself and the entire Ultra race.

There's no reason needed, it's just Ultraman, it's what Ultraman is all about.

The so-called Giant of Light is precisely such an existence.

That's why he asked that question, and then asked that clown, thus creating an absolutely perfect contrast and comparison.

Aside from sparring with an Ultimate Ultra-level powerhouse, nothing beats doing it in public.

It would be much more interesting to uncover the mask of a clown who dares to slander the foolish Land of Light!

"Ultraman... So this is Ultraman! This is what Ultraman should be like!"

Bound and looking at this perfect contrast, even a brainless kid like him suddenly realized that Zetton's core ideology was utter bullshit!

Such a perfect contrast, such a giant of light willing to sacrifice himself for others and even for his enemies—what else could this be but absolute justice? How could it be evil?

At this moment, Hayata Shinjiro suddenly realized that he was indeed unworthy of the name Ultraman, but he also finally understood what it took to be worthy of being called an Ultraman!

"The original Ultraman!"

"Ultraman! Ultraman!"

"Don't compromise for our sake! We'll die together! We'd have no regrets if we could die with you!"

"Defeat that evil tyrant, Ultraman!"

"Fight as you did forty years ago, Ultraman!"

"We aliens have been misled by the Interstellar Council and the Zetton Core. You are the righteous ones, Ultraman!"

Mountain whistle tsunami!

The Alien Empera was initially pleased that his nemesis had been exonerated, but as he listened, he inexplicably realized that something seemed amiss—

Wait a minute, aren't I the Dark Emperor?

Damn it, why are we helping the Ultra race clear their names?!

Chapter 6 The King Cannot Be Humiliated, The Crashed Alien Emperor

The Alien Empera was very unhappy.

If the emperor is unhappy, then someone will have to pay the price.

"Smack!"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Alien Empera, whose face began to darken, crushed the head of the Zetton core Damd without saying a word. The scene was bloody and gruesome, venting the displeasure of the Dark Emperor.

He is now willing to temporarily reconcile with the Land of Light and the entire universe, halting his reign, because the Cosmic Martial Arts Tournament is really fun. But that doesn't mean that he, the mighty Alien Empera, has chosen to turn darkness into light and join the foolish righteous order of the Ultra race.

He is who he is, Alien Empera, an emperor who will never be defined!

Hmph, become a righteous partner of the foolish Ultra race? What a joke, I'm going to throw up.

The reason they joined forces to fight Gatanothor was simply because that foolish dark god was so audacious—a stupid, alien country bumpkin who dared to invade their territory.

As for helping the foolish Kingdom of Light clear its name at this moment?

Hmph, this is just because I'm already here, so I might as well have some fun. Exposing a hypocritical clown is more interesting than killing an ordinary Ultra Warrior that you can find anywhere.

But he was very unhappy.

Although Alien Empera is certainly not a champion of justice, and could never be such a disgusting creature, these foolish, insignificant weaklings actually dared to support the foolish Ultraman and fight him, given his unusually good temper.

This is outrageous! They're trying to rebel!

As Emperor Alien's face grew increasingly dark, Ultraman tensed up, thinking, "Is it coming?"

If this Dark Emperor were willing to abide by the agreement and only attack him, that would be ideal. However, given his capricious nature, he casually killed Damd, the core of Zetton, who had said he would give him a chance just a second ago. Who knows, he might blow up the entire Earth the next second.

Therefore, if possible, the First Generation still wanted to find the opponent's almost non-existent weakness, and then destroy the opponent from the root, so as to truly protect others to the greatest extent.

"Although this was not my original intention, but merely something I did on a whim, I did help you foolish Ultra race in any way, and this is how you repay me?"

Alien Emperor snorted coldly, raised one hand, pointed at the nervous First Generation, and sternly rebuked: "When did the people of the Land of Light become so ungrateful? Is it because of my dark identity that I am not worthy of your gratitude?"

Let me state in advance that His Majesty the Emperor never considered whether his identity as a dark powerhouse was worthy of forgiveness and redemption in the eyes of the Ultra Warriors, nor did he care about the opinions and views of the foolish people of the Land of Light!

If any foolish Ultra Warrior dared to come before him and try to persuade him to reform, he would only snort coldly and unleash the Rezolim Beam, instantly obliterating the opponent into dust.

The first generation dared not relax for a moment: "I am indeed very grateful for your help, but only if you are not prepared to threaten or implicate others."

"Oh."

Alien Empera sneered and waved his hand domineeringly, "What do you take me for? Do you think these insignificant ants are worthy of my attention? Don't even mention Mefilas and the others, even if you sent Impreza, I would think the level of cleansing you would be too high. Don't try to glorify yourselves!"

"Foolish Ultraman, lead the way! You are too weak now, and I cannot even muster the slightest interest in you. Your offense against me will be repaid by personally liberating your foolish Land of Light, defeating your entire nation in a humiliating defeat, and forcing you to your knees. This will be my compensation for your disrespect!"

Sigh, if this had happened 30,000 years ago, or even before the Ultraman constellation was established, the Emperor Aliens would have already launched a direct attack.

They instantly killed the clueless and foolish first generation.

Even though the Alien Empera had become much more agreeable, upon hearing this, the First Generation shook his head even more vigorously, like a rattle-drum: "That won't do."

"Huh?!" Alien Empera's eyes widened. If he had a beard like Father of Ultra, he would probably be blowing his beard and glaring at him. Damn it, I'm not going to kill you in a second. You really don't know how to respect me, the Dark Emperor, do you? You can't even fulfill such a simple request?

"The Land of Light must never be unsealed."

Fortunately, the original Ultraman soon said in public: "Although my memories, no, not just my memories, it seems that the memories of everyone who participated at that time were absorbed, I barely managed to retain some vague memories."

"With the capabilities of the Zetton Core and the Interstellar Council, even a sneak attack wouldn't be enough to seal off the Land of Light. But I vaguely remember that it was the Captain who led us when we discovered something? Or an enemy? And as I recall, that being seemed to be the source of an incident we've been investigating."

"That being is very special... so special that the entire Land of Light is helpless against it and can only summon all the security personnel who are out on missions back to prepare to work together to seal it away."

"It was at that time that the Interstellar Council, led by the Zetton Core, launched a surprise attack on the Kingdom of Light."

The rest is self-evident.

The Kingdom of Light, which is currently sealing away some kind of evil entity, is too preoccupied to deal with it. If it were to set out to confront the Interstellar Council, the sealing of that evil entity would inevitably be in vain.

Moreover, there is a high probability that you only have one chance to seal that thing, and once you fail, you cannot do it a second time.