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I'm actually the returned Ultraman!

Synopsis: Kajima Isamu, who has traveled through time, unexpectedly finds himself in the TV series "The Return of Ultraman" that he watched as a child.

Thinking of the ancient monsters about to awaken from the depths, the terrifying creatures in the universe capable of devouring stars, the Nackle aliens who are secretly preparing to unleash trouble with King Black, and the Baltan aliens who raised Zetton II...

Kajima Isamu subconsciously tightened the tattered black leather coat he had picked up.

Then, gritting his teeth, he charged toward the enormous creature that was wreaking havoc.

"Let me become Ultraman! Transform!"

As the cross-shaped starlight flashed, a silver-red giant flew out from it.

Chapter 192 You're Full of NP!

Not long ago—

Inside a pure white palace.

A woman's voice rang out in the hall.

"That's how it is. I've received a lot of help from you all during this time, Knights of the Round Table."

Gao Wen remained silent: "..."

Tristan silently placed his fingers on the bowstring: "..."

The atmosphere in the hall immediately became strange, and they all looked at the beautiful Eastern woman who was bidding them farewell.

"Huh? Why does the air suddenly feel so heavy? Did I just say something strange?"

"..."

The knight did not answer, a scene that left the Eastern beauty somewhat perplexed.

She thought for a moment, then confirmed, "I only said, 'I've almost finished observing this city, done my best to appease the vengeful spirits in the vicinity, and now that I've obtained the pass, it's time to continue my journey.' That's all, right?"

"Thank you for your help during this time. Without your help, those vengeful spirits would have been very difficult to deal with."

Gawain nodded, a hint of sadness in his eyes, and then pleaded, "Master, can't you really stay any longer?"

"No need for thanks, Knight Gawain. As a Buddhist, it is only natural to guide vengeful spirits to the Pure Land. This was just something I did on a whim. But there are many things I cannot do now. Cause and effect will eventually come to an end, and the one who tied the knot must untie it."

"Things have come to this, and so much time has been wasted. This humble monk should now continue his journey back to the Great Tang Dynasty in the East."

"..."

Tristan remained silent, but his hand was gradually tensing up.

Then, Agguiwen stepped down from the steps, looked at the beautiful Eastern woman in front of him, and said in a deep voice.

"...Indeed, you have helped us a great deal. However, Venerable Xuanzang, is this your declaration of severing ties with us?"

"Huh?"

Upon hearing this question, the monk Sanzang's expression turned solemn, and his eyes showed some confusion: "What makes you say that, benefactor? I have never intended to be your enemy."

“I didn’t originally intend to stay here long; I just came to ask for my travel permit. I am a traveler from India on my way west, and I must return to my hometown now.”

Agguiwen shook his head: "There's no way anyone can believe that, Xuanzang Sanzang."

"After all, you are now a Servant. In that case, there is no need for you to do what you did in your previous life. Therefore, you have no need to return to your hometown, nor do you have the responsibility or reason to do so. Moreover, your hometown does not even exist in this world."

So...where are you going?

Agukwen's words were aggressive, showing a complete distrust of the monk before him.

"Really..."

The Tripitaka Master shook his head and replied, "I am not referring to the Tang Dynasty in the East, nor to my hometown in a specific region, but rather to the goal in my heart."

"Although I have attained Buddhahood at this moment, I am not a complete Buddha. I still have attachments. I am a servant whose goal is to return to my homeland. I am an enlightened monk who is about to embark on a journey and face difficulties. Although I do not have any disciples by my side, I still feel very lonely."

"Isn't this city enough to be your home?"

"No, although this city is amazing. It's very stable, prosperous, magnificent, and everyone is equal... I think this must be a place that can be called an utopia."

Sanzang expressed his inner feelings.

Hearing this compliment, Gao Wen smiled happily: "Thank you for your praise. Although it's just words, it makes me very proud."

“Then… Miss Sanzang, please stay. You are someone personally received by our King, someone who is qualified to reside permanently in the Ideal Land, and someone of the Stars who deserves to be passed down through generations.”

"I am truly flattered by this compliment, and I am very grateful for your kind words."

Sanzang shook his head. “But Buddha-nature will not stay because of good things. Where there is suffering, the arrival of Mahayana Buddhism is needed even more. This is my true intention. In addition, my new disciple, Taito, has also gone missing. Now I have to go out and look for him.”

"Well then, I've thanked you all for your care so far, so I'll be leaving now. Goodbye."

Having said that, she left the palace without looking back and headed towards the territory she longed for.

"Is she really gone like that? She was a woman I longed for..."

Upon seeing this, I felt a deep sense of regret.

"I'm going to kill her."

Tristan, meanwhile, had already stepped out of the palace, ready to kill Sanzang.

Inside the palace, because it was before the throne, he couldn't recklessly use weapons, but if he left, he could kill the mage on the way.

“No, Tristan.” Agraven raised his hand to stop him. “Although I also feel that keeping her alive would only bring trouble, the King has already given his permission. Her soul is too precious; it is a combination of Buddha-nature, beauty, and kindness. She is the kind of human that our King needs.”

"Therefore, our king believes that as long as the ideal world still exists, she will surely return here."

"I see..."

Upon hearing that it was the king's order, Tristan did not insist any further.

"Then let her go. She can't leave this singularity. When all enemies are eliminated, she will only have one choice: to come back."

"However... how should I put it about the prophecy? That curse is making me increasingly uneasy..."

Gao Wen asked with concern.

He still remembered the curse of the Lionheart King. And because of that curse, vengeful spirits and demons roamed the vicinity of the Holy City, disrupting the Holy Eradication process, requiring constant suppression. Especially with Mordred and Lancelot, the rebellious knights, absent from the city, the presence of the monk Sanzang was all the more precious.

Although he's been guarding the goal, so far there haven't been any major problems, but things have been getting increasingly strange lately.

In addition to the curse, the Lion King, due to the goddess's characteristics, observed the stars at night and saw a bleak future, which he recorded as a prophecy, hence his great anxiety.

Upon hearing this, Agguiwen shook his head: "Although Xuanzang is a stranger, he is not a star, nor is he the 'rebel' recorded in the stars. He is just an insignificant fellow, nothing more."

"Speaking of that prophecy, it was..."

"It was something our king saw through a book that came back from his travels with her. The book seems to be called—Huangji Jingshi Shu, right? Although I can't understand it, I believe our king's prophecy is not wrong."

Tristan pondered for a moment—

"As the stars twinkle in a foreign land, cracks appear in the Alliance of Chalk."

"The king's majesty was shrouded in dark clouds, and the tower entrusted by the gods collapsed."

"...These are truly unsettling verses, but I no longer have the eyes to read them. However, I will bear the blame for disobeying if necessary."

Agguiwen pondered for a moment and said, "There's no need. I've also studied that strange book. The prophecy really has nothing to do with Xuanzang. Now you just need to do your own thing."

"Moreover, the stars tell me that the last Master in this world will arrive soon, and I said I would try my best not to be too impolite. Now that the demon problem has been mostly resolved, the King is preparing for a new round of holy extermination, and we must continue to work harder."

"Yes……"

The knights nodded in agreement.

Deep within the royal palace, in the Lion King's bedroom, a massive energy surge suddenly shot straight into the sky.

call out! !

The blinding Tower of the End rose once more, its terrifying power scattering the clouds—a signal that something was about to begin.

"The King's holy extermination is about to begin again..."

As the gatekeeper knight, Gawain was naturally very clear about the meaning represented by this light.

"Gawain, stop dawdling and get started! I still have Hassan to interrogate over there, so I'll leave this to you."

"I see."

……

……

The journey from Mukebair Mountain to Camelot is extremely long.

For an ordinary person, without considering the various dangers and terrain, it would take at least half a month to complete the journey.

If they were to become heroic spirits, it would take them more than three days even at full speed.

Therefore, it is completely impossible to rush over there from now.

Is there any way to cross such a long distance in a short time?

Yes, there are. Although there aren't many convenient methods like this, they do exist.

"Arash? What do you want with him?"

When he heard that Rovi wanted to find Arash, Hundred-Faced Hassan looked puzzled.

Cursed Wrist, who could also see through Luo Wei's thoughts, advised, "Prophet, there's no way. Based on my intelligence, I can deduce that the light just now was probably just the Lion King's rallying order. There's probably only half a day left to prepare, and the Holy Election will take place at night. There's no way you can make it in time. Although that great hero is indeed very fast, even if he carried you there, he still wouldn't be able to catch up."

“It’s not about having him carry me; it’s about finding a more convenient way. He has his own unique mode of transportation.”

"Huh? Isn't Arash Archer? Does he have a fast mount?"

Bai Mao also looked puzzled.

"No... I think I understand what the prophet is thinking."

Suddenly, as if struck by a sudden realization, Curse Wrist immediately understood, leaving Hundred-Faced Hassan looking utterly bewildered.

"What exactly is it? Cursed Arm, stop keeping me in suspense."

"Bai Mao, you can create clones, right?"

"Huh? Isn't that obvious? What does it have to do with this?"