Bighorn Bull is in charge of leading, and I, Beria, am in charge of raising it.

Every street, every door and window, every brick in the city is etched with the silent cries of children before their deaths.

So it's not that they don't want to stay, but that they dare not stay.

Every minute and every second spent here feels like repeatedly flipping through an account book written in the blood of one's own child—a silent and prolonged torment to the soul.

Therefore, if given other options, they would certainly be happy to leave this planet.

However, with the full cooperation of the survivors, and with the help of Belial, Ken, and the several fully awakened Giants of Light, the relocation of the entire race was significantly accelerated.

All in all, only a little over half a month has passed. A sturdy and durable spaceship, large enough to accommodate everyone, has been born!

"Beria, what do you think they will experience in the future? Will they be able to live a better life than they are now?"

Jian lowered his head slightly, looking at the residents who were queuing to board the ship.

After a brief silence, he suddenly turned to look at Belial and asked pointedly.

"And... do you really intend to take this child to the Land of Light, instead of letting her leave with her people?"

Whether they can live well or not depends on themselves... but I believe that no matter what happens in the future, it will be much better than staying here and passively waiting to die.

Belial stood beside the side of the spaceship, responding slowly and deliberately, his fingers gently stroking the little girl who was curled up in his palm, fast asleep and tightly hugging Belial's thumb.

Her breathing was even and light, and with each exhale, a small, fleeting wisp of mist appeared on the metal surface of her training armor.

Perhaps dreaming of fond memories from the past, the little girl, now asleep, no longer trembled with fear. But her fingers remained clenched tightly, as if afraid that if she loosened her grip, the last bit of warmth she possessed would vanish instantly.

This caused a rare look of helplessness and doting to appear in Belial's eyes. He shook his head at Ken and continued speaking softly.

"As for this child... as you can see, the only person she can trust right now is me. Even if you try to get close, you'll scare her away. And her injuries can only be fully healed with the professional care of the Silver Cross."

Fortunately, Ken couldn't bear to let the little girl, who had already lost both parents, spend the rest of her life with a disabled body.

Therefore, Kenya breathed a sigh of relief after learning of Belial's plan.

Because Jian knew that his good brother, although he looked fierce and menacing, was surprisingly patient and tolerant when it came to taking care of children.

After all, he himself had been pampered by Belial since he was a child!

Therefore, in Jian's view, this naive little girl's willingness to so firmly believe in and rely on Beria would be the most correct choice she would ever make in her life.

Even the tenderness that Beria showed when he was being careful and careful, afraid of waking the little guy in his palm, suddenly gave rise to a bold idea in Ken's mind.

Since I'm not good at taking care of children, but I can't bear to see them suffer, then...

In the future, no matter how many children I take in, I can just hand them over to Belial to raise, and the problem will be perfectly solved, right?

Hehe, bringing one is the same as bringing two...

I'm sure Belial won't mind, considering our brotherhood! Hmm!

Meanwhile, looking at Ken, who had fallen silent and occasionally chuckled to himself, Belial tilted his head slightly, revealing a puzzled expression.

Hmm, what's that stupid ox thinking about now...?

Also, why did it start from just now...?

I have this feeling that I'm digging my own grave!

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After the last group of survivors boarded the ship, the spaceship's engines began to rumble with a deep roar. Pale blue propulsion flames spewed from the tail nozzles. The massive hull slowly rose into the air, and escorted by a group of Ultra Warriors, it quickly flew into the boundless depths of space.

As the roar of the spaceship's engines faded into the distance and the city fell silent once more,

Deep beneath the castle, which had been completely dismantled and dismantled to build the spaceship, lay the stone chamber that had once been a symbol of the king's ambition...

In the darkness, a blackish-red rift, like a slowly opening vertical pupil, tore open the space without warning.

Thick, dark red mist surged from the fissure, constantly tangling, churning, and condensing, eventually solidifying into a blurry humanoid figure shrouded in black and red shadows.

The humanoid figure stood before the throne where the king had been tortured and died, looking down at the dried bloodstains on the steps, and let out a meaningful chuckle.

Perhaps it was the overwhelming resentment that erupted from the king before his death—his hatred for Belial, his curse on the Land of Light, and his unwillingness to transform himself, shed his weak flesh and blood, and ascend to godhood—that was simply too intense.

These negative emotions, which should have dissipated completely with the king's death, became the most ideal tools for this mysterious man to exploit.

The mysterious figure slowly raised its hand, its fingers slightly spread. The invisible resentment, drawn by the black and red mist, was stripped away from this space one by one, and then rewoven, twisted, and merged within the dark vortex.

The entire process was like taking a usable tendon from a rotting corpse and reassembling it into Frankenstein's monster, exuding a bizarre atmosphere that blended horror and technology.

Before long, a brand new body began to condense at the very center of the vortex.

That is the crystallization of resentment, the form that hatred takes after being given a physical form.

The dark red skin slowly hardened in the air. Even before its chest cavity had fully formed, it emitted a low, guttural whimper, like a wild animal cub taking its first breath in the womb.

Once the body was fully formed, it began to murmur two words repeatedly, like the first cry of a newborn baby: "Land of Light... Belial... Land of Light... Belial... Belial—!"

Its sound, initially indistinct, quickly transformed into a sharp and piercing tone.

Every syllable was imbued with an intense, unyielding hatred. It was as if the two words themselves were the very bones that allowed this body to stand upright.

Clearly, as a creation born from the king's lingering resentment before his death, the name he once cursed with gritted teeth was now deeply etched into the very bones of this newborn being.

The black and red figure silently looked at his masterpiece, his posture resembling both a sculptor examining a newly completed work and a tamer scrutinizing a newly weaned cub.

He slowly leaned down, close to the body's ear, and whispered.

The voice was deep and magnetic, each word like a drop of thick honey, falling upon the listener's mind and quickly seeping in. Thus, unknowingly, one could corrupt the will and soul of others into the shape one desired.

"Do you hate the Land of Light? Do you hate that Warrior of Light named Belial? Do you yearn for revenge against him? Then go and join the Alien Empera, use your best modification technology to strengthen his army and fuel his ambition!"

"Given time, his inflated ambition will surely drive him to declare war on the Land of Light. At that time, the revenge you crave will naturally be fulfilled for you willingly by that foolish boy."

"And I will obtain what I desire when the Land of Light is severely weakened..."

He paused briefly, observing the body's instinctive tremor upon hearing the words "Ampera Alien." Then, he nodded in satisfaction and continued.

His tone remained gentle, like an old father giving instructions to his child with high expectations. But between the lines, there was a chilling calculation.

"Oh, right, I almost forgot, I still need to give you a name..."

"Since your physical body is dead, and from now on you can only eke out a living in the warp as a collection of resentment, then let's just call you..."

"The Yabo people, I suppose."

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Hey, surprise! Unexpected, right?

[Did anyone guess why, before the answer was revealed, I specifically pointed out in this story that the modified monsters couldn't feel fear or pain, that the castle was red, and that the king liked to perform biological modifications?]

Chapter 20 Belial's Bold Idea

After safely escorting the survivors to their new home and providing them with basic assistance—building shelters and essential living facilities using Ultraman's power—Belia and his companions, under the survivors' reluctant gazes, transformed into streaks of light and flew into the depths of space.

Of course, due to unforeseen circumstances, Belial, who had originally planned to roam the universe for hundreds of years, had to end his journey prematurely. Together with Ken, and with their rescued comrades, they embarked on their journey back to the Land of Light.

During this period, because Ultraman is a giant of light, he can travel at the speed of light in the universe and does not need any spaceship at all.

To ensure the safety of the little girl who insisted on following him, Belial temporarily chose her as his human host, establishing a bond of oneness. In this way, keeping the little girl inside his body prevented unprotected space travel from causing fatal harm to this fragile life.

After experiencing so many changes, the little girl, who was forced to grow up prematurely, also behaved exceptionally well.

She never complained about going out; she simply stayed quietly inside Belial's color timer. Occasionally, through a state of oneness with Belial, she would regain her sight through Belial's eyes and curiously observe her surroundings.

Sometimes it's a passing comet that fascinates her, sometimes it's a colorful nebula...

Whenever she sees something new and interesting, she can't help but let out a small exclamation.

However, this is not surprising.

Even Jian, an Ultra Warrior who has lived for ten thousand years, was deeply awestruck by the beauty of the universe when he first left the Land of Light. How much more so for this little guy who, before meeting Belial and the others, had never even left his city, let alone undertaken any space travel.

Of course, the Ultra Warriors, including those who were rescued, would smile indulgently whenever they heard the little girl's heartfelt laughter.

As for Belial...

Although he gave perfunctory replies and acted as if he was in a hurry, every time he sensed the little girl's curiosity, he would immediately lock onto the object that piqued her interest and fly closer silently.

And so, accompanied by the little girl's cheerful laughter, Belial and his companions unknowingly flew at full speed straight toward the Land of Light, and in just three short days, they successfully returned to the Land of Light.

Incidentally, Belial, having estimated the progress of their journey, sent an Ultra Sign to the Land of Light the day before their return.

The content is very simple.

In addition to informing the Land of Light of their return date, they also "inadvertently" mentioned the names of their compatriots who, under Ken's leadership, were coincidentally rescued and brought back with them.

That was a name that had been widely recognized as someone who had tragically died due to being out of contact for a long time!

Its impact is no less than that of the safe return of Malaysia Airlines MH370, with all passengers surviving!

That's why the entire Land of Light was in an uproar the moment they saw this Ultraman signature!

The Silver Cross immediately brought out their most advanced treatment pods and, based on the brief description of Belial's condition, began preparing the best possible recovery plan.

The Ultra race members who remained in the Land of Light, regardless of age or gender, all spontaneously lined up in the square to welcome their return!

When they witnessed those familiar figures reappear before their eyes, they spontaneously erupted in thunderous cheers!

As the heroes who rescued their comrades, Ken and Belial's reputation soared in the Land of Light, making them unparalleled leaders among their peers!

This also brought them to the attention of high-level leaders.

But in the end, they only gave Beria the order to be summoned separately.

Clearly, while the Land of Light is populated by people with saintly hearts (in a positive sense), and each one is a kind-hearted saint, this doesn't mean they are mindless or blindly believe everything they are told.

These living fossils, who have lived for countless years, keenly sensed the clues.

The contents of that operation record were incredibly meticulous—from the initial detection of abnormal energy fluctuations to the analysis of vulnerabilities in the castle's defense system, and the detailed marking of every corner of the infiltration route and every drainage pipe—every step was logically clear and interconnected.

During this time, they had already retrieved Jian's file and roughly figured out Jian's style of action.

This convinced them that the straightforward warrior, who always preferred to confront things head-on with intuition and courage, might be able to make decisive decisions at crucial moments...

However, it is absolutely impossible to see through the other party's true colors and quickly formulate such a perfect action plan when the other party takes the initiative to show weakness and flatter.

On the contrary, Belial, who has been by Ken's side since he was a child, is more likely to be the true executor of this rescue operation. Despite being equally powerful, he deliberately keeps a low profile, even wearing training armor to conceal his true face.

Realizing this, they became even more curious about Belial.

Despite securing such significant credit, he didn't claim it for himself, but instead delegated the majority of the credit to his partner, willingly retiring to a behind-the-scenes role. He even deliberately downplayed his own presence in his reports.

This made them see an exceptionally strong Ultraman spirit in this young Ultraman! They believed that he not only possessed outstanding tactical thinking and on-the-spot command and adaptability, but also a composure and selflessness beyond his years, making him a promising talent worthy of special cultivation!

This led to the scene where, ignoring Ken, the purely combat-focused general, they summoned Belial, the "external brain," alone.

Of course, when Beria received the summons, his feelings were so complicated that they were hard to describe for a moment. Most of it was his surprise that his plan to slack off, which he had thought would earn him so much credit and then he could just lie back and do nothing, had been exposed so quickly.

However, regardless of the circumstances, Belial has not turned into a major villain and has genuinely saved so many people, so this private summons cannot possibly be a bad thing.

Only then did Beria muster his courage. Under the envious gaze of Ken, who was so carefree and simple-minded, his limbs were slightly stiff, revealing a tragic air of impending execution, like a hero going to his execution, never to return. He walked step by step to the central platform of the conference hall.

At this moment, several elders, cloaked and seated on a semi-circular platform, awaited Belial's arrival.

Their posture was not particularly dignified; in fact, it could be described as casual.

Some had their hands folded on their knees, while others leaned slightly to the side against the armrest, their postures as relaxed as if they were taking an afternoon nap.

But after Belial arrived, all their eyes fell on him. His gaze was gentle, yet it held a power that could see right through people.

They stared at Belial without saying a word for a long time, so long that Belial couldn't help but feel a little nervous, worried that these old guys might have discovered that he was not the original Belial, but a human transmigrator who had taken over this body, and were preparing to settle accounts with him.

Fortunately, the Land of Light is a perfect utopia where everyone is a saint, and there aren't many conspiracy theories.

The reason the elders stared at Belial for so long was simply because, like in a gacha game, they were surprised to find that they had pulled a miracle in a single draw, and among a group of brute warriors, they had drawn a five-star character who was both physically strong and intelligent. They found Belial exceptionally rare!

During this time, they reviewed Belial's operational log again and compared it with all of Ken's previous combat logs. The more they looked, the more incredible Belial seemed.

As is well known, Belial and Ken spent a full ten thousand years together, and for most of that time they were inseparable.

As a result, this young Olympic athlete was not assimilated by the straightforward style of the athletes. On the contrary, he demonstrated a maturity far exceeding that of his peers in tactical thinking, strategic planning, and execution.

It's important to understand that in the long history of the Land of Light, it's perfectly normal for partners to influence each other.

Those who have partnered with Ken have more or less been influenced by his fighting style.

Even some veteran soldiers, after temporarily partnering with Jian during their daily team training, showed a noticeably more aggressive and reckless fighting style.

To draw an analogy, it's like Donk playing CS:GO, who emphasizes tactical coordination and strategic positioning in matches. But when he arrives in some mysterious Eastern country, he goes out to try and gather some information about the enemy, only to encounter five ruthless terrorists charging in with heavy footsteps. He's completely overwhelmed by the sheer thrill of this pure combat, and then instantly accepts this premise, transforming into another reckless brute who prefers head-on confrontation.

But Beria was not swayed; instead, he prepared a way out for Ken every time he acted impulsively.