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

"Until just now, if you hadn't given up, I would still have continued to support you, but that wasn't my intention."

"Instructor..." Torregia seemed confused and wanted to say something.

Kasa interrupted him: "But now, Toregia, listen to me, you still have a chance—if you still don't want to give up, then I can tell you, now, my selfish wish is to support you in pursuing your ideals, you still have a chance!"

Chapter 14 Instructor, I really want to improve!

As Tregear's instructor, Kasa knew better than anyone how hard this student was trying to catch up with Taro.

Unfortunately, his talent was indeed lacking. The Red Clan and the Blue Clan were two extremes in the Land of Light. The Red Clan was extremely skilled in combat, while the Blue Clan was extremely skilled in scientific research. Conversely, each of them was also the weakest point in the other's area of ​​expertise.

Of course, there have been Blue Clan members who have successfully passed the warrior test over the years. There are always a few Blue Clan members among the million Space Guards, but the number is too small and the probability is too low. And Tregear is obviously not one of those few.

Without external assistance, Torregia's physical potential had already been fully developed, but he was still a bit short of the requirements for a typical security guard. If it were just that, it wouldn't be so bad, but his combat skills were also quite poor.

Toregia has a brilliant mind; he can learn techniques and understand combat theories. He can also offer insightful commentary when watching others fight. However, when it's his turn, he can't apply those skills—simply put, his hands can't keep up with his brain, and he easily ends up fighting haphazardly.

There is a way to solve this problem. All you need to do is have someone feed Toregia the moves he's learned for hundreds or thousands of years, so that they become muscle memory and instincts in him.

However, the person who comes to provide training must be strong enough, proficient in various techniques, and possess extensive knowledge to simulate some of the attacks of monsters and aliens. The techniques cannot be monotonous, otherwise it will kill Tregear, because this muscle memory instinct will become fixed, and with his talent, it will be difficult for it to change or improve.

But in the entire Land of Light, those with this ability can be counted on one hand; there's only a tiny group of people. Who has the time for that?

Even the head instructor, Kasa, had to be on duty frequently.

Everyone would be happy to take care of the future flowers of the Land of Light, but no one can do it if it requires sacrificing so much time, because if that time were used for field missions, at least nearly a thousand life-bearing planets could be secured.

Of course, there's another point: Torregia himself couldn't wait that long.

"Technique can't be improved in a short time, but as for your physical strength, Torregia, haven't you ever thought about using your strengths to make up for it?"

"Strengths..." Tregear pondered the suggestive words and asked in surprise, "Does it mean I should make more equipment for myself? But that won't be part of the assessment, will it?"

“One piece of equipment will be included.” Kassaar looked at the puzzled Tregear and pointed to the color timer on his chest.

The Land of Light's timer wasn't something they were born with; it was 'equipment' created to help warriors adapt to all environments when they went out. However, to this day, it has become their symbol, and many people mistakenly believe that it was naturally born and innate.

"You mean..." Torregia was dumbfounded, momentarily forgetting his confusion, and was startled by the instructor's crazy and audacious idea.

The timer has been a product that has been considered for improvement for tens of thousands of years, but the team that created it was recognized as the strongest research team before the birth of Commander Hikari—this team is now all dead, after all, in those days of war and chaos, the Land of Light could not even protect itself.

"Improving the timer? Is that even possible?" Torregia couldn't help but gasp. "Even Commander Hikari probably didn't think of something like that, did he?"

“He hadn’t thought about it, but I mentioned it to him.” Kassa smiled. This was the only one of the suggestions he had given Hikari that was adopted, and it was also the most imaginative, the one that he had absolutely no idea about.

But surprisingly, Hikari made a breakthrough and progress even when he, the initiator, had no clue what to do. Unfortunately, he had only made some progress when he had a sudden inspiration and went to work on life solidification technology.

“Don’t be afraid, Torregia. The invention of the timer is indeed great, and this wisdom is probably only inferior to Hikari. You may still be a little lacking... But for tens of thousands of years, our understanding and overall technological level have been constantly improving, which is your advantage.”

Kasa thought for a moment and said, "Aren't you currently working on a nebula particle conversion device? This is the kind of research that our research team couldn't figure out back then, but you managed to do it. Isn't that amazing?"

"To go a step further, setting aside my hope of turning the timer into an organ we can train to increase the upper limit of our cultivation, you might consider whether we could add the function of converting nebula particles to the timer?"

Torregia fell into deep thought. "Technically, this should be feasible. Indeed, it would be much more convenient to have this function on a timer..."

Kasa nodded in satisfaction: "If it succeeds, that will be the beginning of the timer reform, and I can feel much more at ease about Taro and the others."

In the vast universe, Ultraman sometimes has to operate in spaces with quantum structures different from the physical world, and he will also encounter enemies with strange quantum structures, such as common soul entities or antimatter monsters.

A seasoned veteran like him naturally possesses the ability to transform the nature of his enemies and himself, pulling them into the same world to fight. However, this is a very difficult skill, and even within the Space Garrison, many people have not yet fully mastered it.

Tregear's Nebula Particle Conversion Technology allows Ultraman to be converted into Nebula Particles through a device. His information is stored in the device terminal. This Nebula Particle Conversion System reads the data in the key and can then borrow the body of a creature with a different quantum structure from his own to participate in battle for a certain period of time.

Naturally, one could also change their own quantum structure directly without relying on an external body—however, the time constraints would be stricter, and there would be a risk of interference from the enemy.

But even the most stringent restrictions represent a breakthrough from zero to one.

This is the true value of Hikari's successor.

"Hmm? That's not right!"

Torregia suddenly realized that they were talking about supporting his progress, so how did they end up talking about other scientific developments?

He stared at the instructor with a resentful look. "Instructor Kasa, do you really like me staying in the Science and Technology Bureau that much?"

"Huh? Really? Sorry, sorry, I haven't quite gotten into the right mindset yet." Kassadin awkwardly rubbed his hands together, having gone off-topic. "Let's continue then."

“However…” Torregia lowered his head, looking dejected, as if he had thought of something.

"According to you, it is indeed possible to improve overall strength by working on the timer, but... I don't understand it myself, instructor."

Chapter 15 Old Black, You've Fallen from Grace! (Part 1)

"There are some things I don't know whether I should say, or whether they are right or wrong..."

Although he murmured this, Tregear still spoke freely: the Land of Light is an egalitarian society where everyone is equal and free. Even if someone has a wrong idea, as long as it doesn't cause any real consequences, nothing will happen.

Even if it causes destructive and harmful effects, if it only harms the lives and interests within the Land of Light, everyone will be tolerant and understanding. Only when innocent lives outside are destroyed will it be subject to unforgivable and severe punishment.

"Have you heard about Director Hikari's situation?"

Kasa nodded slightly, without speaking, and listened quietly to the confused student's inner thoughts.

“Arbak… I was on that planet back then. When I got there, I could no longer see the legendary sight; there was only scorched earth. Director Hikari was on that war-torn, scorched earth, wearing armor formed from the resentment of Arbak.”

"I will never forget Director Hikari's emotions at that time, that anger and hatred... Director Hikari, who hated fighting and war more than anyone else, seemed so unfamiliar to me at that moment. He had changed, and he wanted to take a life with his own hands more than anyone else. I never knew that we, the Clan of Light, could also show such an expression."

"If Chief Hikari, who hates sacrifice and death more than anyone else, one day starts to enjoy bringing sacrifice and death with his own hands, then what exactly is the justice that we, the Clan of Light, claim to uphold?"

Feeling lost and confused, Torregia stood at the crossroads, overwhelmed with thoughts.

Kassa thought for a moment and asked, "So, do you think Hikari shouldn't hate Bogaru?"

Torregia shook his head. "After that day, I thought that if Taro were killed, I think I would have shown the same look of hatred towards the killer as Chief Hikari."

Understood.

Kassa understood what Tregear was struggling with: "Do you think that since even Hikari can be controlled by hatred and fall into the darkness of the Armor of Resentment, can our Land of Light really uphold justice?"

"Or rather... is the justice practiced by this Land of Light, this so-called justice, truly justice? Even if it is true justice, does it really have any meaning?"

Torregia was taken aback, realizing that his words had hit the nail on the head.

"Don't look at me so surprised. I'm thousands of years older than you, and I've thought about some things too."

"So, instructor, what conclusion did you reach?"

“Don’t ask me,” Kasa raised his hand to stop the student’s eager question. “Many things don’t have an absolutely correct answer. You have to find the answer that you find most convincing to yourself.”

"But Instructor, I can't find the answer!" Torregia was agitated; he desperately needed to know. "I need your guidance!"

Kassa still shook his head.

The higher your expectations, the more likely you are to be disappointed or even despair.

When he states his definitive conclusion, if it does not meet Torregia's needs, it may instead fuel Torregia's inner turmoil, obsession, and insane curiosity... The moment when curiosity is at its peak is precisely when one should not be hasty.

"Instructor!" Torregia didn't want to give up.

Kasa pondered for a moment. Since the student had a question, he certainly wouldn't remain silent. But before speaking, he should first say, "Come with me."

"Where to go?"

"Ultra Prison".

"Imprison—" Torregia's voice abruptly stopped.

The infamous Ultra Prison, a cosmic wonder built by the legendary King of Ultra himself, is home to the only criminal in the Land of Light for hundreds of thousands of years, and right now, the first and only instructor in the Land of Light to sneak into the prison and meet Belial without permission.

This is legendary.

But legends don't matter. What matters is that Belial, as someone who has experienced both light and darkness, might be able to unravel his doubts. Isn't someone with firsthand experience the most convincing?

"Oh right, why didn't I think of going to find Belial before?"

“If you go looking for Belial alone, then it’s my turn to deal with you.” Kassadin tapped the student on the head. “Let’s go.”

"But instructor, didn't you go to find Belial all by yourself back then?" Tregear followed along, revealing his past.

“The reason I sought him out back then was different from yours. You’re too stubborn now, and you’re easily swayed by him.”

"Then why were I allowed to come along?"

"Because I'm here."

A simple sentence, yet it conveyed an unwavering determination. Toregia was captivated, and by the time he came to his senses, he was already at the prison gate.

The two guards at the gate were already familiar with Kasa and knew the way well. After confirming the authorization given by the captain, they let him pass without questioning Torregia, the tagalong.

"So casual?" Torregia asked, puzzled.

“This is not something that can be done casually,” Kasa objected. He couldn’t let Toregia mistakenly think that the two dutiful goalkeepers were slacking off. “If this were thousands of years ago, you would definitely need to go through the proper procedures to come here.”

"Does that mean things are different now?"

Before the formal meeting, Tregear conjured up a terrifying image in his mind. Based on his understanding, if Director Hikari had become so terrifying after his fall, then Belial's level of terror should be no less, at least ten times that of Director Hikari.

But when he saw the dark figure in the prison with his own eyes, he broke down.

It wasn't that it was too fierce and menacing; quite the opposite, it was too peaceful. There were no loud shouts or roars, no threatening aura, and no attempt to agitate and attack.

Although it's said that Belial's body was locked inside the walls with only his head exposed in prison, as a powerful being who far surpasses any of the Ultra Brothers, it's entirely possible for him to unleash extremely lethal long-range attacks from his eyes.

And what's even stranger is...

"Wasn't it said that only Belial's head wasn't sealed away? Why is it different from the rumors?"

The dark figure that came into view, although its limbs and waist were bound by strong, unbreakable chains, still had a certain degree of freedom of movement.

When they entered, this imprisoned prisoner was even openly exercising?!

"That was true before, but it changed later. After all, the original purpose of prison is to help people repent. Old Bei's situation has improved, so he should naturally be rewarded..."

Kassa began to explain, but before he could finish, Belial's devilishly sharp eyes fixed on him, and he slammed his hand on the floor, roaring furiously:

"You brat, how many times have I told you not to call me that!"

Chapter 16 Old Black, You've Fallen from Grace! (Part 2)

"If you want me to change my mind, then you should produce results yourself. You've known this principle for a long time."

Completely neutralizing Belial's protest, Kassaar shrugged and said, "When you suppress Reiblood's will and return to his silvery white body, then we can talk about respect and titles."

"Damn it! Kid, I've told you so many times already, no one can influence me! I just want to change my appearance because I don't like the traditional simple look of the Land of Light anymore, is that not allowed? Huh?"

"When I was in power, the Land of Light was at least a free country. Now that you've taken over, you even have to meddle in this little thing? If this continues, I think the Land of Light will be destroyed in your hands sooner or later! Ken is a complete waste of space. He even promotes a brat like you. He has no discernment at all!"

He was swearing and cursing, and Belial was so vulgar that he was nothing like the high-achieving student and the second-in-command of the Land of Light he used to be. He was also a bit furious, which completely overturned his initial calm and shrewd demeanor.