I, Dark Tiga, began my 30 million-year slumber.

Zhang Mo was speechless for a moment. He was just too lazy to take action, not really too lazy.

Besides, bullying a little monster would make people gossip about it.

Although he lacks backbone in some ways.

"You're going to leave a psychological scar on Triga this time!"

"Such an experience will probably be unforgettable for the other person."

"I will remember this for the rest of my life!"

Zhang Mo was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Little Triga doesn't live forever. His life will end when we leave."

Daigo was taken aback upon hearing this, and exclaimed in surprise, "You want to kill Triga?!"

Zhang Mo nodded first, then shook his head and said, "To be precise, it's not me. I'm not interested in little Triga, whether he's a scumbag or a sweetheart."

Whether I am a hero who saves the world or a demon who destroys it is none of my business.

"But there are people who are very interested in little Teriga's life."

Daigo immediately realized, "It's Camilla? That makes sense."

It's likely that Daigo told Camilla what Triga was asking in his heart.

Given Camilla's personality, it's perfectly normal for her to have murderous thoughts about this kind of scumbag.

Daigo didn't choose to try to dissuade him; the matter was already a foregone conclusion.

It is fundamentally impossible to change.

He certainly wouldn't do something so futile.

He knew, of course, that he couldn't persuade Zhang Mo.

All I can do is silently mourn for Triga for two and a half minutes; there's nothing else I can do.

Unless a miracle occurs, no one can change this predetermined outcome.

But will a miracle happen?

Even a miracle probably won't change that!

As the saying goes, the power of life and death is in Zhang Mo's hands, and Zhang Mo is in Camilla's hands.

As for this world?

He wasn't worried; Zhang Mo would take care of everything.

Either end the world from the monsters' invasion, or leave behind a fighting force for the world.

That guy called Dark Triga is pretty good.

Daigo looked into the distance, lying on the recliner, "I wonder how long this leisurely time can last!"

I wonder when we'll see each other again!

Zhang Mo's tone was languid, "As for me, I estimate it will only take a few months, but you have a long time ahead of you."

As for goodbye, we will meet again in the future, just not with the current me!

Daigo nodded slightly. "You from other timelines, since you're not from the future, you can only be from the past."

He probably won't see the Zhang Mo of the future again, and even if he does, that Zhang Mo will no longer be the same Zhang Mo.

The significance of seeing each other again or not seeing each other again is no longer great.

"Seriously, you really haven't left yourself a way out?"

Daigo suddenly asked curiously, "Given Zhang Mo's personality, that's unlikely!"

Zhang Mo smiled faintly: "Of course I stayed, isn't this Zhang Mo?"

Daigo opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but Zhang Mo interrupted him.

Zhang Mo looked at the distant sky, his eyes slightly narrowed, his gaze casual and lazy: "Daigo, do you know, what this great universe needs is a Zhang Mo who completely belongs to this great universe, not a Zhang Mo who only sees this place as a node."

"Some things are beyond my control, and I don't want them to be!"

Chapter 840 Story

"Are we powerless to control our own lives?"

Daigo seemed to recall something interesting, a slight smile playing on his lips, his words carrying an indescribable meaning.

"Under this starry sky, is there anything that can make you feel powerless?"

Zhang Mo didn't react to Da Gu's words, and lazily lay back on the recliner. "Maybe, who knows!"

Daigo relaxed and said easily, "Yeah, who knows? Just like Ultraman Tiga, no one really knows what you're thinking, not even your closest friends."

"In some ways, I feel that you and Tiga are the truly heartless ones!"

Zhang Mo's expression was somewhat complicated upon hearing this. Daigo was right; to some extent, he and Ultraman Tiga were just that kind of people.

Seemingly unwilling to discuss this topic, Daigo changed the subject, asking, "Do you hate Triga?"

Zhang Mo was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Daigo to suddenly ask this question. He shook his head and said, "I wouldn't say I like him, nor would I say I dislike him. He's just a stranger."

"Besides, I don't have much time left, and I don't have the energy to hate or like someone."

Zhang Mo looked at the clouds in the sky. One cloud had a very interesting shape. Its hazy outline looked like the character "死" (death).

I only taught little Triga a small lesson before.

Since the other party didn't make a move against him, he naturally ignored them.

But the young man was a bit stubborn!

It's possible that the other person does have some issues with relationships.

However, his sense of justice and his beliefs are indeed commendable.

Even he couldn't deny it.

As for the other party's selfish motives?

Everyone has that!

No one is perfect!

Even Daigo was no exception.

He was the same.

"What, do you hate Triga?" Zhang Mo asked back.

Daigo shook his head and said softly, "Like you, although my impression of Triga isn't very good."

"But in this world, I am merely an observer of what happened to Triga."

"Perhaps, as an observer, if I were to put myself in Carmilla's shoes, I should hate Triga."

"But I am just an observer. Although my subjective emotions are strong, they do not interfere with my judgment."

"Just take it calmly!"

Zhang Mo fell silent upon hearing this, and after a long while, he slowly said, "Sometimes you still have to hate, but you still have to retain your humanity."

"Do not gravitate towards divinity."

"God is so boring!"

Zhang Mo's expression was complicated; he hadn't expected that Daigu would show a tendency to move closer to divinity.

As far as his brother was concerned, he did not want Daigo to become like him.

Daigo paused for a moment, then chuckled and said, "What are you thinking? I don't want to become like you; that would be too boring."

What's the difference between life and gray?

Zhang Mo laughed too. Indeed, with Daigo's personality, how could he become a god who looked down on all living beings as ants?

This is really too boring.

Zhang Mo's gaze fell on the people who were cleaning up the mess not far away. The monster had appeared, although there were no casualties in this area.

Daigo followed Zhang Mo's gaze, his eyes sparkling with memories.

In the past, the GUTS team was like this too; after defeating a monster, they would be busy cleaning up the mess.

"I remember one time I defeated a monster and then went to handle the cleanup."

"I was with Big Fatty back then!"

"As a result, the chubby guy was immediately surrounded by crazy fans."

"They turned the cleanup work into a fan meeting for the big fat guy!"

Daigo couldn't help but laugh as he spoke, recalling how carefree those times were!

Zhang Mo laughed too, "Red King is really popular!"

"Yeah, Big Fatty's popularity is almost catching up with ours. He was even invited to appear on a TV show not long ago!"

"Oh!"

"Yes, Big Fatty was successfully bribed by those two beef legs and ran happily onto the show!"

Zhang Mo couldn't help but chuckle upon hearing this. This Red King had so many interesting things to say!

He remembered that when he gave Red King to the Victory Team, the guy was still a bit clueless.

"Time flies! It's been so long already!"

Zhang Mo sighed, reflecting on how many worlds he had traversed since waking up.

He had already forgotten how much time had passed; after all, he was traveling all over the universe, and time was the least of his concerns.

"Yes, it's been so long!" Daigo also looked sentimental. He still remembered the shock he felt when he first saw Dark Tiga when he was just a newbie.

And Zhang Mo even took him to get beaten up... during training!

Unexpectedly!

Time flies!