Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods.

"A brand new Godzilla has been detected joining the battle. It is at least 300 meters tall and is currently attacking the split-off of Destroia!!"

"... "

"Destroia...?"

Longbo repeated the word, suddenly realizing why these monsters all looked so alike.

Destroia is a classic monster from the G-series live-action tokusatsu series, and one of the most powerful monsters in the G-series live-action monster universe.

It is often compared by monster fighting enthusiasts to Space Godzilla and Kaiser Ghidorah.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Longbo withdrew his gaze and looked back at the spacetime rift before him, falling into deep thought.

Gradually, He suddenly remembered some things He had previously overlooked. Those monsters that intruded into other worldviews seemed to exist in several different ways.

One type is like a transfer between Earths, and the Land of Light bringing Belial and his allies from other worlds—a deliberate, proactive arrangement.

There's also the spacetime vortex that happened not long ago, caused by a battle between powerful, unknown spacetime monsters in the spacetime realm. For example, Jugglus Juggler left and arrived here, and the giants and black dragons that were swept away by Lombre.

Those monsters that appear on Earth without warning in Earth's descriptions also likely belong to this category, but both of these are basically within the Ultraman universe.

As for the third type, it's those random, intrusive monsters on Longbo's elimination list.

As for the fourth type, that would be Longbo, the cleaner responsible for tidying up the mess left by those monsters that wandered into the monsters' lives…

...

Earth, the outer suburbs of Tokyo.

A little silver-haired girl, covered in dirt and with her eyes bandaged, held up a sign and sang with a smile, begging for spare change from the crowd.

But she received no pity whatsoever. Instead, she was shunned by the passing crowds, who cast her malicious, disgusted, and terrified glances.

Just as footsteps stopped in front of the silver-haired girl, the Mefilas alien, dressed in a tailored suit and sporting a polite smile, chuckled and spoke:

"Beautiful lady, may I ask if you can sell the Earth to me on behalf of humanity?"

"In exchange, I can heal your eyes and take you to a better place to live..."

Chapter 198 Contradictions and Flames

When the silver-haired girl heard this gentlemanly voice, she subconsciously looked up in the direction from which the voice came from.

Although she couldn't see the man's appearance, she could tell from his voice and attitude that he was fundamentally different from the people here.

His voice wasn't particularly pleasant, but it contained a subtle allure and an enigmatic smile.

Not only that, the girl also sensed that the man's aura and magnetic field were exceptionally unique, quite different from the people here. Even those who had undergone extensive modifications were completely different from him.

This man... doesn't seem human.

but…

What does it matter whether she is human or not, or whether she is a cursed child who is despised and harmed by this society?

She began to ponder the man's words, a hint of confusion showing on her face beneath the bandages.

"What do you mean by that?"

The Cursed Child did not understand men's meaning. As a woman born infected with a virus called Gastrea, she was rejected from birth.

Therefore, she was abandoned at a young age and never went to school, so she doesn't really understand what men mean.

The alien from Mefilas smiled slightly, squatted down, and patiently explained, "What I mean is, if you agree to sell this Earth to me on behalf of humanity, I will help you."

Then, after a moment of thought, the Mefilas alien said briefly, "You just need to know that you agree, and I will handle the rest."

"How was it?"

Mefilas approached, his slightly seductive voice reaching the girl's side, but the girl did not answer immediately; she sensed something unusual.

"You're injured. You have a strong, strange smell on you, but it's definitely the smell of blood."

Because she was frequently beaten and attacked by others, she was very familiar with the taste of blood.

The Mefilas alien was stunned for a moment, because he was indeed injured. Not long ago, under the guidance of God, he joined a country's defense organization and fought for several years. Later, he was forced to transform and fight against the Baltan aliens who came to Earth.

Although he won, he was still seriously injured and was only one step away from death. What was even more fatal was that he had exposed his identity and could no longer stay in that country's defense force.

Just as he was leaving, he arrived here in the blink of an eye and found the island nation here to be somewhat strange.

While the Mefilas aliens remained silent, the little girl seemed to have thought of something. She gritted her teeth and took off the bandage covering her eyes from her head. Under the watchful eyes of the Mefilas aliens, she precisely cut off the section covering her eyes and handed it to Mefilas with a smile.

"If you don't mind, I'll let you use this. This is the last clean gauze I changed this morning. Don't worry, I haven't used it for long. That section has already been removed, so it's not very dirty."

The silver-haired girl's dirty face showed a smile of sympathy and restraint, but also contained a hint of fear and unease. However, her eyes, which should have been pure and clean, revealed a terrifying sight like that of a demon.

Her eyes had congealed bloodstains, and silvery-white lead had been poured into them, but not completely filled; flesh and brown scabs were still faintly visible.

Seeing this, the smile on Mefilas's face gradually disappeared. He originally thought that the beautiful side of humanity he had seen in that country was enough to make him like them, but now, another ugly side of humanity made him feel disgusted and murderous.

The silver-haired girl's behavior also attracted the attention of passersby. When they saw the scene clearly, they all took a few steps back, revealing their undisguised disgust and hatred.

"That was...so scary!!"

"It's a cursed child! What were its parents thinking, letting something like that live!"

"These cursed children are disgusting; they don't deserve to live in this world."

Whispers came from behind Mefilas, making his mood plummet. He could even feel that he was being disgusted and repulsed just by standing next to this girl.

"Ultraman... what kind of race have you been protecting..." Mefilas murmured to himself, "Is such a contradictory race really worth protecting?"

"Are they worth it?"

Mefilas was filled with complex emotions at that moment.

"What...did I scare you?" The silver-haired girl realized something. Although this man might not be human, it didn't mean he wouldn't be frightened by her.

She was used to such malicious words and looks, but hearing this discussion in front of a man who was willing to talk to her still frightened her.

She weakly turned her face to one side, her already malnourished complexion turning deathly pale, and her small hand, which had been raised, gradually drooped and slowly retracted.

But the next second, a pair of warm, large hands lifted her hand up again, leaving her stunned for a moment, and she felt a surge of emotion.

Mefilas picked up the bandage, and when his fingertips touched it, he noticed that this so-called last clean bandage was just a bandage that had been repeatedly washed and dried, and it still had many yellow spots on it.

"... "

Mefilas smiled again and re-tied the bandage over the girl's eyes.

After tying a neat bow, he spoke again in a gentlemanly voice: "My injury can't be fixed with just this bandage. You should keep it for yourself."

"Um... thank you..." the silver-haired girl lowered her head and responded softly.

Mefilas responded cheerfully, "No, I should be thanking you."

This situation was clearly observed by passersby, and malicious discussions intensified again, including discussions targeting Mefilas.

They believed that the cursed child should die, and Mefilas, who had helped them, should also die.

Seeing this, the silver-haired girl lowered her head and apologized softly, "I'm sorry for getting you involved. You should leave now."

Mefilas raised an eyebrow, then smiled and took the girl's hand. "Indeed, this isn't the place to talk. Let's go somewhere else and continue our business."

As she spoke, Mefilas led the girl away, and the little girl felt the warmth on her fingertips, a feeling she had never experienced before, which made her hold on tighter and follow after them in a daze.

Just as they turned a corner, a gentle breeze blew by, abruptly silencing their noisy discussion. The sudden silence made the girl instinctively want to turn back.

But Mefilas smiled and placed his hand on her head to stop her, saying, "Never mind them, I still want to legally play the game on this planet..."

"... "

After the two left, a strange pair arrived at the scene. A man named Rentaro and his partner were stunned by the sight of the scene that had almost dyed the entire street red.

...

In a secluded park in a remote suburb, Mefilas sat on a bench with the cleaned-up girl. After watching her swallow her food in small bites, he brought up the deal again.

"My lovely lady, would you be willing to trade this planet to me?"

The girl looked up at this, but instead of asking why, she asked weakly, "Can a cursed child like me, who is hated and reviled, represent all of humanity?"

She is a cursed child, the root of all the tragedies that have followed her since birth, something she understood even before she uttered the words "Papa" and "Mama."

Many years ago, a catastrophe called Gastrea broke out in this world, killing a large number of people.

The Earth's population has drastically decreased, and many humans and other creatures have been infected and transformed into monsters with astonishing infectivity and destructive power.

The survivors were forced to live a precarious existence behind "high walls" constructed of special materials.

Despite this, the virus still managed to infiltrate the city, infecting many people and turning them into monsters.

The so-called "cursed children" are babies who are infected with this virus during the embryonic stage. All cursed children are female and have blood-red eyes.

Their physical abilities and endurance far surpass those of humans, but this is not a blessing; rather, it is the cause of their disasters.

The lifespan of a cursed child is only eleven or twelve years. If the concentration of the virus inside their body is too high, they will mutate into a highly infectious monster.

Even with daily injections of inhibitors, the longest-lived cursed child on record did not exceed thirteen years of age.

For humans, they are destabilizing factors in society, often mutating and causing bloody killings among people.

Therefore, with the exception of a very few countries, all of humanity persecutes this group.

They banished the cursed children to the outer city or slums, where, with the government's tacit approval, they were subjected to lynching, beatings, or brutal murders.

In Europe, America, and the Middle East, they are even sold or killed as experimental subjects, and used as weapons of war.

It is worth mentioning that these persecuted children of the curse are also an important part of humanity's fight against the curse. Without them, humanity might have already gone extinct.

The silver-haired girl was one of them. She recounted that her mother wanted to kill her because she hated her red eyes.

So she punctured her own eyes and filled them with lead, but even so, she was still kicked out and has been wandering alone ever since.

Although Mefilas did not expose her after hearing her story, he could still tell that it was a lie, and the truth was far worse.

This series of ugly and contradictory human behaviors caused the Mefilas aliens, who were gradually learning about it, to curl up a chilling smile.

"It's truly disgusting. I haven't encountered a civilization like this in a long time. The last time was thousands of years ago with some predator civilization..."

After a moment, he looked down at the girl and smiled gently, his tone showing great patience.

"Of course, as one of the most important components for the continuation of human civilization, and also as the first person I met after arriving on this planet."

"You are certainly qualified to represent humanity."