I'm in another world, and I start out transformed into Lancelot.

Seven—the father who had just used his body as a shield, thrown his head-mounted dart in despair, and called out to his son—stood silently. But his golden eyes were fixed on the arrogant figure on the high cliff, the color timer on his chest flashing brightly, almost blindingly. It was a mixture of excitement, worry, relief, and a thousand words unable to express the burning love of a father! Son…my Zero…you’ve finally…returned!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Suspended in mid-air, Ereshkigal also cast a cold gaze toward the direction from which the attack had come. Unforgivable! A mere young Ultraman, barely out of his teens! How dare he interrupt the sacred moment when the supreme goddess of the underworld unleashed her divine weapon?!

And with that...that flamboyant and ostentatious entrance?! This isn't helping! This is clearly a sabotage operation!! Stealing my thunder?! This "offense" is a hundred times worse than Belial's! Unforgivable!!!

Chapter 64 There's a wronged child I won't say who it is

If this were a holographic game, then the entire audience would hear the system's announcements:

The critical NPC, Ereshkigal, the Goddess of the Underworld, has reached maximum rage! The cast has been forcibly interrupted!

Reason: Due to unforeseen circumstances, the arrival of Ultraman Zero Assist Version has caused the pre-release animation to consume all special effects resources!

The goddess, her Noble Phantasm chant interrupted, frowned deeply. This feeling...

It's like they've painstakingly crafted the perfect skill rotation: the Divine Realm buff buffs the entire team, and taunt keeps the boss's aggro steady.

The perfect positioning, with their backs to their teammates, and they even meticulously prepared the lines and poses for their ultimate skill!

The result! Just 0.5 seconds before the chanting was about to reach its most magnificent climax, and the audience's emotions were at their peak!

The system—whoosh!—forced her to have a new [SSR-level Shining Debut Support Character: Ultraman Zero (Trial Version)] placed at the very top!

Not only did she steal the show with the most dazzling entrance animation, but she also interrupted the carefully prepared pre-attack animation of her ultimate move! And she stole everyone's attention!

Unforgivable! !

This is no longer just about stealing kills and stealing the limelight!

This is the most inhumane trampling and desecration of her multiple identities as the operator of the underworld, a goddess, and the main damage dealer!

"..." The cold silence was like the deathly stillness before a storm.

Buzz—! Buzz—buzz—! ! !

The golden scales spear tip, held tightly in her palm, emanated a steady, flowing divine light of judgment.

At that moment, it began to flicker violently and dangerously, like a faulty light bulb!

Each flash was accompanied by tiny, dark red arcs of energy exploding, those arcs carrying an extremely ominous aura, frantically licking at the surrounding air.

It felt like it was about to completely spiral out of control at any moment, unleashing a [Indiscriminate Wrath of the Underworld Gods - Map-wide AoE]!

The once peaceful space was slightly distorted and emitted a faint hum because of this sudden, almost out-of-control divine power!

The flames of anger burned fiercely in her divine golden eyes.

If it weren't for the fact that the scene-stealing monkey's target also happened to be Belial...

Let it go? No way! Holding it in only makes me angrier! Should I just unleash a Noble Phantasm on this bastard to calm him down?!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Just as Ereshkigal's inner notebook was already filled with Zero's name, the tip of the golden Libra spear hissed due to its owner's suppressed rage.

At any moment, indiscriminate attacks may erupt—

"Come on, don't be so angry~"

A clear and melodious voice suddenly rang out, like the softest feather, precisely brushing across the depths of Ai Lei's soul.

It was the very world consciousness that issued the mission to protect Seven.

At this moment, this supreme being is "observing" with great interest the dramatic reunion of father and son on the battlefield.

Through that invisible cosmic eye, He seemed to see some profound "script" unfolding perfectly, and He felt as happy as if He had just eaten the sweetest cotton candy in the entire universe.

Although it was indeed His order to protect Seven that was given to Ereshkigal, in a sense, this "scene-stealing" was tacitly approved or even instigated by Him...

The voice of the world consciousness carried a hint of guilt: "Well... although Zero's entrance effects were a bit over the top, and his style was a bit too flashy..."

"But the effect is amazing! Look, even Belial is furious!"

The suppressed golden divine energy vortex around Aileen only calmed down for 0.1 seconds before churning even more violently again because of the "great effect" He had mentioned.

(Inner monologue: This goddess's Noble Phantasm will never lose to him! No! That's not the point! It's the goddess's dignity!!)

The world consciousness seemed to sigh, and decisively unleashed its ultimate weapon—material rewards!

"Alright, alright~ I know this mission wasn't easy for you~ Here's what we'll do! Once this boring fighting farce is over..."

An invisible finger snapped its fingers, "I'll have that idiot disco ball standing down there give you some gifts!"

The world consciousness promised to take whatever it wanted, as if it were its own warehouse, "Although its power isn't very compatible with yours, you can convert it into divine sustenance or use it for lighting! There's plenty!"

The Plasma Spark Tower, propped up like a streetlamp in a corner of the Monster Graveyard: "?!?! I'm asking you a question???"

(A huge question mark of consciousness joined the group chat between the world consciousness and Ereshkigal.)

"Brother! Don't treat me like an ATM when you're trying to win over this 'working god' and make him happy!"

"This is the core of cosmic energy! It's not a glowing lollipop! And it's not a public lighting fixture!!"

"Are you even polite?!"

As if in response to this strong accusation, the Plasma Spark Tower was impaled on the ground by Belial like a javelin.

The dazzling core, symbolizing infinite light energy, flashed rapidly several times, like a light bulb sprite that had been sputtered into a rage!

Its brightness increased several times in an instant! The dazzling light almost made the several huge monster bones next to it transparent!

However, this flash of grief and indignation was suppressed by the energy storms that filled the battlefield, the Zero special effects that heralded the arrival of a new star, and the invisible pressure of the world's consciousness...

Like a pebble thrown into the ocean, it makes a splash and then goes unnoticed.

Belial was completely consumed by hatred at Zero's appearance, while Seven looked at his son with emotion, paying no attention to anything else.

While the original team was busy guarding against Belial's rampage, Dyna and Mebius were still cheering for the arrival of their new comrade.

Zero himself was busy striking a pose to lock onto his opponent, while Ereshkigal... heard about the gift.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

It's a gift!!

The golden divine energy lava churning around the goddess seemed to be paused, and her furrowed brows were smoothed out at a visible speed.

The crackling, violent light at the tip of the golden Libra spear vanished in a flash, returning to its restrained and stable state, exuding a "professional aura."

Those golden eyes of a god, burning with the fury of judgment, seemed to have been instantly formatted with chilling intent and murderous aura.

Instead, there is a pure curiosity and pleasure, plus a subtle sense of restraint that says, "This gift is really hardcore, I'll reluctantly forgive you."

Hmph. A very slight nasal sound, carrying the final concession, rang in Aileen's mind.

Since it was the wish of the person who commissioned the task, and the parent-child interaction involved in the task does indeed possess... artistic appeal...

Furthermore... Ereshkigal's golden eyes swept over the plasma spark core that was innocently flashing wildly.

And so—on the high cliff, Zero was still striking a pose and uttering threats: "Hey! Belial! I haven't even set up my act yet!"

Belial on the ground was furious: "Where did this brat come from!"

The Land of Light's members are making tense preparations.

Only the blonde goddess, suspended in mid-air, stood gracefully with her arms crossed, her face once again displaying the noble expression befitting a goddess.

But the glimmer deep in his eyes seemed to be gleefully calculating: "How to gracefully and dignifiedly accept that gleaming plasma 'streetlight lollipop' after the war."

Plasma Spark Tower: (Continues to flash its lights in protest): ...I! No! Am! A! Streetlight!!!

But God paid no heed, leaving only the energy core to weep silently.

Chapter 65 Ereshkigal is still so easy to deal with (Please subscribe to the first chapter, mwah!)

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Zero's agile figure landed lightly, the gust of wind he created stirring up a small cloud of dust.

He completely ignored the enraged Xie Ao not far away and strode up to Seven.

Finally, he stood face to face with this male Olympic athlete—his father.

The exhilaration and fighting spirit that could be felt across the starry sky on planet K76 just now, when facing Seven's eyes up close, filled with gentleness, excitement, relief, and even... a hint of tears (?), Zero's perfect entrance aura instantly deflated a bit.

"Hmph..." The young soldier made an ambiguous nasal sound, trying to cover up the awkwardness and embarrassment brought about by their blood ties. He subconsciously rubbed his nose somewhat roughly with the back of his hand.

Under that gentle yet intensely hot gaze that seemed to melt him, Zero felt completely uncomfortable.

"Here you go!" He almost forced his face away as he shoved the silver headdress, which contained his father's power and his plea for help, back into Seven's broad palm.

The fingers lingered on the cold metal for a moment, then quickly withdrew, as if trying to escape some overly profound emotion.

"The scene that follows..." Zero suddenly straightened his back, and his golden eye lamp instantly ignited with an even more intense fighting flame than before, forcibly driving away the delicate atmosphere of "father and son meeting".

He raised his hand and pointed to Belial on the other side, who was gathering destructive energy and preparing to unleash a devastating attack. His voice was full of confidence and the domineering air of a newborn calf: "Leave it all to me, young master!"

"I'm going to beat that bastard—the one who dared to kidnap the Plasma Spark and wreak havoc on the Land of Light—to a pulp!"

At the very moment this bold declaration was made, a feeling of unease, like a tiny electric current, ran through Zero's senses.

It wasn't some murderous intent locking onto you; it was more like being stared at by some extremely deep, dangerous, and indescribably scrutinizing and displeased being!

And this feeling came from the direction of that tiny life force just now?

(Ereshkigal: Death Stare continues loading...)

Zero instinctively followed the gaze that sent shivers down his spine—

A figure with flowing blonde hair, floating in the air, came into view. Her delicate face and petite body appeared particularly fragile and endearing against the backdrop of the gigantic battlefield, much like the Pigmon he had just protected on Planet K76!

If Irelia could hear his thoughts, she would definitely say, "Aren't you polite?!"

Upon seeing such a small and adorable life, the instincts flowing in the blood of the warriors of the Land of Light were instantly activated!

Protect! We must protect that fragile being that seems utterly unsuitable for this terrifying battlefield!

Zero's mind raced: She must be an important ally of the Land of Light on Earth! Or a pitiful hostage captured by Belial! She absolutely needs the protection of the strongest warrior!

Thus, they completely ignored the nuclear-level "keep away" aura emanating from that beautiful face, and the golden Libra spear gripped so tightly that the knuckles turned white beneath her seemingly casually wrapped arms.

Ultraman Zero—the young hero who has just gained his freedom and is ready to make a name for himself—smiled confidently in the direction of Ereshkigal, a bright smile that seemed to say, "Don't worry, I've got you covered!" (as Zero himself perceived it).

He even adjusted his angle to ensure his words and gestures reached the ears of the "little life" that needed special protection: "Stay hidden! This young master will absolutely—not let Belial touch you even with a single finger!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

When Zero's confident declaration struck her senses, Ereshkigal's noble demeanor, befitting the supreme god of the underworld, instantly stirred up a chilling storm!

Her slender fingers suddenly tightened, and the golden divine light flowing from the tip of the spear froze dangerously for a moment, as if the pent-up anger was about to erupt, dragging that arrogant "junior" into the depths of the dark underworld to listen to ten thousand years of repentance!

However—just as that destructive intent was about to materialize into divine punishment—a wisp of ethereal, melodious string music, carrying the gentle and indulgent warmth of a mother soothing a willful child, like the first thawed spring water in early spring, gently and irresistibly seeped into Ai Lei's turbulent heart:

Alright, alright... He's basically just a kid who's only sixteen years old, barely out of his league. You, the supreme god of the underworld who rules over life and death, would be considered childish to get angry with such a brat, you know?

Ereshkigal's originally cold and sharp golden eyes, which were fixed on Zero, flickered almost imperceptibly for a moment before she quickly suppressed the anger on her face and the subtle tolerance that arose from the "sixteen-year-old child" argument.

[Hmph! A mere sixteen years, indeed, is but a speck of dust in the sands of time... How could mortals possibly fathom the magnanimity of this goddess?]

[For the sake of the gift... this goddess will forgive that brat for now...]

Although deep down she had found a strong way out and even made what she considered a rational decision, the tightening of her arms and the increasingly heavy and chillingly low atmosphere around her spoke volumes without a word—she was temporarily letting the brat off the hook for the sake of the gift, but—her extreme displeasure remained at its maximum!!

Goddess's Code of Conduct: Out of sight, out of mind; focus on clearing the dungeon! Target—Belial! The first priority for a working person is to collect their lamp and leave work!

Zero the brat? Ha, temporarily store in the [liquidation] directory!

The plasma spark tower was still flashing futilely in the corner: Sixteen years old?! Does that mean I'm also a minor nuclear entity?! Can you stop taking advantage of me?! World Consciousness, Ereshkigal!

But still, nobody cared.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

“But… let Zero go alone…” A worried whisper came from the First Generation’s mouth, his steady eyes following the young red and blue figure in the distance who was confronting Belial, his eyes shining with fighting spirit.

As an elder who had watched this little bundle of joy stumble and fall as he grew up, the image of the willful and stubborn ball of light in his memory overlapped with the image of the fearless warrior before him, causing him to instinctively feel a protective worry, like that of a parent. After all, that was Belial! The infamous destroyer!

However, his answer was not a strategic plan, but rather Seven's deep and firm words beside him.