Ultraman's opening scene: lifting up Kuroshio Island

Looking at the dark night sky on both sides of the car, Minghui nodded slightly and said:

"Don't keep calling me 'senior,' it sounds like I'm an old man. Just call me Minghui."

"this......"

Upon hearing this, Madoka hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Seeing this, Minghui smiled, and then suddenly asked a seemingly random question:

"Did everything I told you succeed?"

But Daigo Madoka understood the meaning of those words. A bright smile appeared on his face, and he nodded emphatically:

"Success!"

"Speaking of which, I should thank you properly, not only for your help to me, but also on their behalf."

"No need for that. Being able to save them is enough to make me happy."

Minghui smiled slightly, opened the car window, let the gentle night breeze caress his face, and adjusted his sitting posture slightly.

It was late at night, and the temperature outside had dropped. The wind blowing against his face felt cool, but Minghui felt warm and cozy.

In the incident involving the transdimensional demon god Etelgar, on the eve of resolving Etelgar's attack, Minghui finally couldn't resist having a chat with the various human hosts from the TV era.

Based on his memory, he cautiously shared with them some information that he felt was necessary and would not cause any major impact.

The purpose is to avoid some regrettable regrets.

Even though the outcome of those events might not change based on just some information, it's always worth a try.

It seems that the result is quite good for Daigo.

Although he wasn't personally involved in the process, it was enough to make Minghui happy.

"You deserve this gratitude. If you hadn't told me those things, I probably wouldn't have been able to save them. It's just a pity that they don't know that you were the one who helped them the most."

Upon hearing Minghui's words, Yuan Daigu shook his head, his face full of seriousness.

He still remembers that when he first heard Minghui's warning, he was still skeptical.

But when he returned to his own world and truly experienced those things, he was shocked to realize what Minghui had told him back then meant.

It was precisely because of this that Madoka felt that Minghui was a capable and reliable senior.

But after what's happened these past few days...

It's impressive, but is it reliable?

Well, I can only say sometimes!

Minghui didn't pay much attention to Daigo Madoka's words. His gaze was fixed ahead when suddenly a glint flashed in his eyes, and he said:

"Daigo, have we arrived?"

"Ah, yes, that's it!"

Daigo Madoka smiled happily as he slowly drove the car to a stop on the side of the road.

Then, he opened the car door and waved to someone not far away:

"Hey, I'm here!"

"Obik!"

In the direction he was looking, a small wooden cart was parked, with a canopy and red lanterns hanging on both sides.

Behind the cart, a slightly hunched figure was busy at work.

Hearing the voice calling out, the figure raised its head, revealing a slightly aged face through the dim light emitted by the lantern.

He saw Daigo Madoka's figure, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips. He said:

"Okay, okay, I could hear your car from far away."

"But why didn't you bring Lina this time?"

Madoka Daigo led Akira over, and smiled upon hearing this:

"Lina didn't come, but I brought another friend."

As he spoke, he gestured to Minghui behind him.

Obik had already noticed Minghui's presence. He looked at Minghui, narrowed his eyes slightly, and slowly spoke:

"Your friend... is a bit like you, but also seems a bit different."

Daigo Madoka then added:

"This is the friend I mentioned to you before, the one who gave me the information about you."

Upon hearing this, Obik's expression changed slightly:

Is it him?

Minghui wore a gentle smile as he looked at the figure before him who resembled someone so much from his memory, and said with a smile:

"I suddenly felt a bit hungry late at night, so I took the liberty of visiting. Could you please give me a bowl of buckwheat noodles?"

"Yes, yes, it'll be ready soon! Please have a seat!"

Obik paused for a moment, but quickly recovered and greeted him.

Minghui and Yuan Daigu smiled at each other, then sat down on a wooden stool in front of the cart.

Obik was busy, while Minghui looked up, his gaze sweeping over Obik's shoulder and looking behind him.

They were on a small hillside, below which lay a village shrouded in darkness.

But even through that darkness, Minghui could still clearly see the scene in the village.

He saw houses sleeping peacefully in the darkness, a watchtower on the edge of the village, a clear stream, and a pond full of blooming lotus flowers...

"So, it was you and Daigo who helped us?"

Just as Minghui was immersed in the scenery, a child's voice suddenly rang out in front of him.

Upon hearing this, Minghui lowered his head, and then saw a clump of flowing black gel-like substance emerge from the side of the cart and come to Minghui.

A slightly blurry face appeared at the top of the gelatinous substance. It swayed slightly, and the child's voice rang out again:

"Obik and I are very grateful to you. Thank you for bringing back our old village."

Minghui chuckled softly, raised his hand to touch it, feeling the smooth texture in his hand, and said:

What do you think of the village now?

"Um... you're still as beautiful as before, it's just..."

The child answered happily at first, then hesitated and said somewhat shyly:

"It's just that there are too many people coming to the village during the day, and it's so noisy that I can't sleep comfortably."

"This is indeed a problem, but there's really nothing we can do about it."

Daigo Madoka's smile held a hint of helplessness as he carefully chose his words, trying to use language the other person could understand:

"The village needs to attract more people to survive, otherwise..."

"We can understand."

At this moment, Obik, who had been busy, looked up, a slightly sad smile on his face, and said:

"We also know that the watchtowers were rebuilt. Although they look the same as before, there are actually some differences."

“Obik…”

A hint of worry appeared on Daigo Madoka's face.

"but......"

Obik then changed the subject, the sadness on his face fading:

"It has finally returned to the way I know it. Besides, Daigo, you've gone to so much trouble for us, what more could we ask for?"

"Besides, I always said our village is the most beautiful! Everyone should come and see it!"

As he spoke, a proud look appeared on his face.

Seeing this, a relaxed smile appeared on Daigo Madoka's face. He glanced at Minghui, and the two smiled at each other.

"Oh, the noodles are ready! Please enjoy!"

At this moment, Obik's voice rang out again, and he placed two bowls of noodles in front of Minghui and the other person.

A rich aroma wafted over, and Minghui took a deep breath, exclaiming in admiration:

"I haven't smelled such a wonderful aroma in a long time. This trip was definitely worthwhile."

Upon hearing Minghui's praise, Obik smiled and his eyes narrowed.

Just then, a rustling sound suddenly rang out from the bottom of the hillside.

Obik's expression shifted, he turned his head away, and then chuckled:

"These guys come right after they smell it."

As soon as he finished speaking, several cheerful voices rang out:

"Young Master Obik, we're here!"

Immediately afterwards, small figures darted out from the lush grass and surrounded the cart.

They were small animals, including raccoon dogs, rabbits, and mice...

These animals all stand on two legs like humans, their little eyes darting around, making them appear incredibly lively.

But their movements soon came to an abrupt halt. They stared at Minghui, frozen in place.

The next moment, they plopped down on the ground with a 'plop' and started looking for grass.

"Hehe, no need for that, we're all on the same side."

Seeing their appearance, Obik chuckled.

"Oh, you should have said so earlier!"

"That's right, young master Obik, you made us lose face in front of the guests."