Terra's Magnetic Field

Just like the giant glowing white in front of me now, when he was about to enter the atmosphere, this thing suddenly appeared in front of me. I knew by feeling that he had no good intentions.

The silver-white body, the black and red patterns, the blue-purple eyes with the evil dark eyeshadow, the teardrop-shaped lights, and the gold-red breastplate on the chest, the shape of this thing gives me a sense of "déjà vu", as if I have seen it in a dream from ancient times.

In that dream, I transformed into a giant and fought with that thing many times.

There were victories and defeats, and in the end the black thing took away the blue and purple on my body, the red on the other giant, and the gold on...whose body? Evolved into a "composite state"

(Blue-purple body, silver pattern, right arm with arm armor that can be used as a weapon, you should have guessed what Lambda's true identity is)

"Di... Di... Tiga?" I tried to remember the name of that thing, but when I looked closely it didn't look like it. Maybe it just looked similar.

What on earth is this thing and where did it come from?

I'm too lazy to think about it.

The white guy punched and kicked me without any reason. His moves were completely random, like a madman who had lost his mind, no different from the cosmic beasts I fought in space.

Under normal circumstances I would suppress my energy and play with him, but not now, because I have more important things to do.

Once again, he used all his strength, and with the help of his ultimate level, he saw through his weakness and delivered his strongest punch when his attack was weakest. The outcome could be decided in an instant.

"Ninety-nine hundred thousand horsepower of strength! Lightning blasting fist!!" I punched out at the fastest speed, the power was lower than before, it seems that the God-killing punch did consume some energy.

That thing obviously read my consciousness in advance and punched me back.

With the blessing of the [God of War Body], the white giant possesses the same strength as my normal state. His huge fist can easily cover and swallow my figure, and the attacking giant fist carries a strength of 990,000 horses, which is the same as mine.

[Nine hundred and ninety thousand horsepower! Continuous Shadow Explosion Fist!!]

My tiny fist collided with the giant fist, and the explosive force shattered the nearby asteroids, and the fragments turned into meteorites and fell to the ground below.

I can feel the power of my fist exploding inside that thing, destroying it from the inside out. This is the essence of the [Explosive Fist].

This explosive punch is a killing move I created originally. It can produce different effects when combined with different abilities. When combined with the breath of the ice beast, it is the "Ice and Snow Explosion Fist". When combined with the power of the rapid-fire bullets of the mechanical beast, it can produce the "Speedy Bullet Fist" as fast as a machine gun. My favorite is the "Lightning Explosion Fist" mixed with lightning attributes.

With this varied and unique move, I was able to escape danger many times before I gained sufficient strength. Later, I passed this move on to my disciple, but she seemed unable to understand it.

Compared to such inconspicuous things, she prefers my master Wan's bold and domineering moves, such as "Dragon Slaying Fist" and "Red Sky Sword". After I passed these two moves to her, she developed "Dragon Crushing Fist" and "Diamond Sword".

It's really amazing. They have an irreconcilable hatred but they have similar personalities and hobbies. If it weren't for those things, they might have become very good friends, or even master and apprentice... But it's useless to say so much now, what happened cannot be changed.

Just give me the defeat!!

After the fist fight, the unknown white giant was bounced hundreds of meters away, and his right arm turned into light particles and dissipated due to continuous explosions. The red light on his chest flashed, indicating that his power was almost exhausted.

Although our powers are similar, my ultimate state can push existing power to a higher level, and the power can be used more efficiently.

That's enough. It's time to end this boring farce. I took this opportunity to throw another punch, but something strange happened when I gathered my strength in my right arm. I was surprised by an unexpected stabbing pain. I was not surprised that I was injured by the enemy, but that this pain was too familiar...

This was an injury caused by the explosive fist that I created myself. With just a moment of consciousness, I suppressed the spread of the fist force in the body, and then exerted my strength to reorganize the cells as before.

The punch just now showed the essence of the explosive punch, the ordinary move and the power that exploded from the inside after hitting. There is no doubt that this punch is [authentic], and it has more flavor than the weird thing that Saria threw.

At this point, I actually felt a little relieved, because it symbolized that my self-created martial arts had been passed down. Perhaps Wan had also had this experience.

Who threw that explosive punch?

I looked at the mad white giant. It was curled up and twisted because of the pain from its broken right arm. It looked extremely ugly. There was no doubt that the wonderful punch just now was delivered by that thing.

How did he know how to do it? Who taught him? How could such an irrational thing perform such a move? Could it be that he had mastered this move to such an extreme that he could perform it habitually even when his mind was devoured by the power?

This made me curious about who the real white giant was.

This is not the first time I have fought with "my kind". In the past, there were guys who drove the bodies of giants for their own selfish desires. Those guys were also like the white giant now, unable to communicate and had a strong desire to attack. They could not do anything except destroy, and would not stop until they had exhausted their strength.

But this white guy obviously has a purpose, his purpose is...

While I was thinking, the white giant had recovered his breath. His right arm extended from the broken side, and the light on his chest flashed faster. Without any warning, he flew towards me again, using both his fists and feet.

It was not difficult for me to dodge his attack. I had long been accustomed to fighting such huge and low-intelligence creatures over the years. I observed his movements while dodging and compared them with the characters I remembered one by one, but none of them matched.

Our intertwined figures were like two fast-flying meteors in deep space, flying through the asteroid belt from the outer atmosphere, rubbing against each other and colliding with each other several times along the way.

I estimate that the energy of that thing should have run out. The longest combat time of the [God of War Body] is only three minutes, and this one should be the same.

[War God Body], a special device used by ancient humans to increase the power of magnetic fields, can be understood as a power amplifier that is integrated with the user. In addition to being able to temporarily increase strength, it can also be used as a life-support device and has a flight function. When I reach 300,000 HP, I can travel through the universe with the help of the light film emitted by my arm armor.

This wonderful thing was mass-produced as standard equipment in the ultra-ancient civilization (the ultra-ancient Dyna face was probably a mass-produced machine). In the ultra-ancient wars, the magnetic field masters at that time relied on this thing to improve their combat effectiveness. The one in my hand should be a special model, and it also has an expanded function that can use the power of a behemoth.

However, while this thing provides the user with powerful strength, it also increases the user's desires. It is easy to lose the mind if used for a long time. The reason why the usage time is set at three minutes is probably due to this consideration.

Perhaps it was because of this thing that the super ancient civilization perished.

In addition, the [God of War Body] is suspected to have a built-in artificial intelligence. Although it does not usually communicate with the user, it should have the authority to determine whether the user is qualified to use power.

Each war god body has different selection criteria. These super ancient things are often very picky when "choosing a mate" (refer to those bugs of Kabuto). Whether the user can use their power depends entirely on their mood, and sometimes they will deliberately make trouble.

So when my power reaches a certain level, I no longer rely on this thing, but the strange thing is that when I reach the ultimate level, this thing becomes obedient to me. Maybe it is just that kind of "cheap".

The giant lost control because it was not recognized by the corresponding war god body. If a guy with magnetic field power forcibly uses his own power to drive the war god body, he will become an irrational monster, just like the white giant now.

It was time. The light on the guy's chest flashed faster and faster, and it was already counting down... ten... nine... eight... seven... six...

It let out an indecipherable roar and punched me madly, completely unaware that its true form was about to be revealed. Let me see your true face.

Three... Two... One...

His power has reached the end, and the huge white figure turned into light particles and dissipated. I kicked towards the place where the chest light was originally. Based on years of experience, I have concluded that half of the giants will appear from this place after they transform into human forms. The touch from the soles of my feet also told me that I kicked something.

I kicked the giant's human form to the asteroid "Axis" in front of me. It was a giant meteorite with a radius of tens of kilometers. Wan had planned to build a space base on it, but the plan was terminated due to funding issues. Now there are still some abandoned infrastructure supplies there, waiting for our descendants to pick them up when they explore deep space one day.

Humph~ I snorted proudly. I haven't felt this way for a long time. The battle with the white giant aroused my long-lost fighting spirit. I looked down at the man in his early thirties lying on the surface of the asteroid.

I have an impression of this guy. He is the director of the Rhine Life Energy Department. He has always been unhappy with me and has always been hostile to me. I have never provoked him. What a weird guy.

I thought of the explosive punch he used before. I didn’t expect him to have such power.

I slowly floated towards him, just wanting to ask him about the explosive fist and how he learned that move.

I have never taught this blasting fist to anyone else. Besides me, the only people in the world who know how to use it are Saria and...

what is the problem?

That’s all for today.

Postscript: The power of the giant changes with the mentality of the user. There is no distinction between good and evil in the giant itself. Even if it was originally a dark giant, it is possible to transform into a light giant through inner sublimation (and by backstabbing a former teammate to change color).

Since Tiga can do it, then other dark giants are also possible. Darram can do it, Hitler can do it too. Maybe there is a parallel universe where not only Tiga but also other dark giants awaken... This series is to concretize those possibilities.

Lambda's positioning is similar to Hitram's, both are another possibility of Hitram, which is almost the possibility of this character turning to good (if Hitram turns to good, he will probably be like the ultimate evil white, after experiencing all the desires

Afterwards, I despaired of human nature and began to pursue truth, goodness and beauty, which was actually numbness)

Similarly, some Titans that were originally righteous will also appear in the form of dark Titans because of the evil intentions of their users (such as Haisi Aguru and Originium Gaia...)

Hitler takes off his mask in Maruyama Hiroshi's design:

The folks designed a second leather case based on this image (Lambda looks like this):

Volume 201: Chapter Chapter Heartless and Destroying

The mother died because the Originium disease she was infected with worsened.

She died in a very ugly manner, with her eyes wide open, her eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets, and her face looking horrifying.

When I found her when I returned home from the underground city, she had been dead for more than three days. It was summer, and the house was full of flies and unknown insects, and it smelled terrible.

Seeing this miserable appearance, I could hardly associate it with my mother. In my impression, my mother has always been dignified and beautiful, which is consistent with her identity as a lady from a wealthy family.

My mother was a noblewoman in Sygra, and she married my father because of a family marriage, but my father did not seem to recognize this arranged marriage and never looked at my mother squarely. In the end, when the family was destroyed, the heartless man also abandoned her. In order to pursue what she wanted, my mother finally fled to Colombia and gave birth to me.

This is the version I heard.

There were still traces of tears in the corners of my mother's eyes. I didn't know how much pain and resentment she felt before she died. Maybe until the last moment of her death she was still thinking about my father, the man who abandoned her.

I was twelve years old at that time. In order to earn money to support myself and my mother who was unable to take care of herself, I often went to the nearby dungeon to fight underground boxing.

The dungeon is a place where the strong prey on the weak. There are no rules or order at all. Fists are everything, and the strong have the power of life and death over the weak.

I tried my best to control my strength and my acting skills were good, so some wealthy people who liked to watch children fighting would buy my story, including the CEOs of Sai Group and Simon Group. Those bastards would act gentle and polite in front of their families, but I knew that they were no different from the poor people like us who grew up in the slums, just as mean, greedy, and fond of violence.

Sometimes when they got tired of the performances on stage, they would "do it themselves", select their favorite opponents, and beat them up. I once witnessed them beating a kid two years older than me to a pulp, and then stand on the stage with their arms raised high like a winner to satisfy their perverted desire for performance.

What is this? The truly strong never bully the weak. Only the weak will wield their swords against the weaker ones.

I don't sympathize with those who were beaten up, because those who survived the beating can get a lot of money. The boss of Simon Group also likes to give money to his knocked-down opponents in order to price them.

In this lower-class society where there is no order at all, wealth and power are everything, and the rich and the strong are the damn rulers!

This shitty world, destroy it!

I hated those two greasy middle-aged men, but I also liked the money they handed over. Every time I accepted their charity, I thought about how to take their wealth for myself. I knew I had the ability to do so, but now was not the right time... I was waiting for the opportunity.

Watching my mother die on the bed, I crushed the Originium disease inhibitor I bought from an underground dealer, letting the glass fragments pierce into my flesh and the cold liquid soak into my blood.

In fact, there is no Originium disease inhibitor in the world. There are only placebos mixed with glucose. The only function of these things is to make the infected people less painful when they become ill.

I felt relieved when I thought of this.

Maybe I can forgive myself and my mother? She will no longer have to endure that pain...

But even thinking this, my tears still couldn't stop flowing. I slapped myself and scolded myself for being useless, but the more I slapped, the faster and more tears flowed.

I tried hard to stop sobbing, but the harder I suppressed my sobs, the more uncomfortable I felt. The air held in my chest seemed to tear my lungs apart. I had to clench my teeth to prevent my cries from leaking out, making a "chi chi chi" sound.

I can't cry. I must not let my mother see my weak side. Can't I even let her leave in peace?

But in the end I still cried out loudly, just like a normal child. Emotions are like that, they cannot be suppressed by any effort, and the same goes for the human heart.

Damn! Why am I so useless?!

Father, if you are really as strong and great as mother said, then why don't you come...save...save us? Why don't your miracles and grace come to us? Are you really so heartless?

I have never longed for that man to appear in front of me so much. I prayed in my heart and knelt in front of my mother's body and cried, just asking him to respond to me so that I would not have to face this despair alone.

Am I going to bury my mother alone? And then live alone? Save me! Father! Where are you at this time? ! Aren't we worthy of your saving?

Until the very end, no one responded to my calls. The severe pain tore my heart apart and swallowed up my last hope. Outside, it started to rain heavily and thundered loudly, as if even the God could feel my grief.

I can also feel that my strength has improved under this grief, soaring from the original 80,000 horsepower to 90,000... 100,000... all the way to 140,000...

Whenever we are in pain or go crazy, our strength will grow. The more extreme the emotion, the more it can drive us to progress. This abnormal mechanism also leads to the fact that the final strong people are all a group of crazy people who have lost their minds, and indirectly leads to the same tragedy being repeated on this land.

Is the only fate for people like us to be endless emptiness and frenzy? To keep fighting until death? To destroy everything? To not have a single bit of warmth in this world of rotating magnetic fields? Not even a little bit of "love"? !

Oh, earth, why did you take away my last love? Force me to be cruel? Is this what you want to see?

Perhaps the land we live on is just like those exotic-seeking rich people, who like to watch people of different identities, statuses, and relationships fighting each other.

Then I'll give her what she wants to see...

A strange itchy feeling spread across my face. I knew it was because my battle patterns were deformed by the intense emotions. The red lines on my face twisted and stretched, mutating into ugly shapes. The lines on my cheeks stretched to the corners of my eyes, like tears of blood.

My mother once said that battle patterns are the embodiment of a strong person’s mentality. My father also experienced this when he was young due to extreme grief. He had just killed his brother at that time. Does this symbolize that my heart is twisted at this moment?

I don’t want to know these, I just know that I am very “hateful” at this moment!!

My heart is filled with strong hatred, and my tears still flow uncontrollably. Let it flow, and let my weakness flow away with it! If this strong hatred can make me stronger, then I will use it, and become strong enough to kill the man who abandoned us!

After my mother died, I found my purpose in life again.

I picked up my mother's corpse, injected magnetic field power into her body, and forced the power to flow through her body. Eventually, she turned into pieces and dissipated in my arms.

This is a form of death that only belongs to the strong. It protects her body from being eaten by maggots underground. This is the last respect I, as her son, can give her.

After my mother disappeared, I stood there for a long time, standing in front of the bed, holding my chest tightly with both hands, feeling the feeling of my mother slowly fading in my arms until it disappeared completely...

That day, my mother died, my tears dried up, and the weakness in my heart died with it.