When Ultraman appears in reality, however:

How much time had passed? Even Yue Ji himself didn't know. He only knew that the horrible hallucinations caused by mental oppression appeared in his mind one after another.

However, despite this, Yue Ji never succumbed to this fear, because he knew very well that it was just an illusion caused by sleep paralysis.

After all, how could these monsters be more powerful than Zetton and Kyrieloid at that time? And how could they compare to the killing power of Dark Zagi?

As time went by, when Yue Ji's senses gradually became numb, his body functions began to gradually recover. So Yue Ji used all his strength to try to move his fingers.

Once, twice...

After a long period of effort, Yue Ji finally succeeded in regaining control of his body.

I looked at my phone again and it was already the early morning of September 9. The dark clouds and rain outside the window blocked the sunlight.

Immediately afterwards, lack of water and hunger surged into Yue Ji's heart like a tide and instantly took over his body.

"Damn..." Yue Ji cursed, feeling that he was about to become dehydrated. He quickly got out of bed and walked towards the living room with weak steps.

However, when he came to the living room, he found that the bucket on the water dispenser had already dried up. He stared at the empty bucket in disbelief.

Driven by the instinct of survival, Yue Ji quickly came to the sink and turned on the faucet. Water flowed out, and he couldn't wait to scoop up the tap water with both hands and drink it up in big gulps.

The cool water slid down his throat and into his stomach, relieving his thirst and hunger, but it was only a drop in the bucket.

Yue Ji was eating the few cans of food in his backpack while calling the water delivery man. At this time, he found that the message he had left for Wang Ye had finally been replied.

[I feel so bad...Are you still alive? ]

Looking at the text displayed on the phone screen, Yue Ji felt more at ease. At least he knew Wang Ye was still alive. After dealing with all the matters and buying expensive canned food, Yue Ji began to prepare to go to Wang Ye's residence.

To be on the safe side, he went to Stone Wing midway and took out the cell phone with memory police capabilities from the Night Raid Team's backpack.

After all...if the situation is bad enough, he may need to delete Wang Ye's memory to prevent him from being threatened by the so-called Nexus plot and becoming the Dark Zaki or the second generation of Dark Mephisto.

When he came to the street, the scene here was not as Yue Ji had imagined. Sujing City was still prosperous, and even Chicago, which had suffered a lot, had entered an active post-disaster reconstruction stage.

People were busy and orderly carrying out their work, as if the huge disaster had never happened.

Those countries and regions that were not severely affected continued to live a peaceful life, and they seemed to have forgotten the disaster that could come at any time.

However, Yue Ji knew that this was only a temporary calm and a greater crisis was still waiting for humanity.

"Master, that's all." Yue Ji said to the driver in front while completing the payment operation for Didi Taxi on his mobile phone.

But just as he finished saying this, a severe headache suddenly hit him, causing him to curse out loud: "Oh my god..."

Enduring the headache, Yue Ji raised his head again, but the scene before him shocked him.

The driver who was originally sitting in the driver's seat turned into a skeleton. Its skin had long been peeled off, revealing pale bones and empty eye sockets, and its mouth was wide open, as if it was screaming silently.

What is even more terrifying is that the entire city was engulfed in a sea of ​​fire, tall buildings collapsed one after another, and the raging fire devoured everything.

This illusion was so real that it was terrifying, and Yue Ji's expression became solemn. After a moment, the middle-aged man's voice brought him back to reality.

"Hey, are you going to get out of the car? You're blocking the road and getting in the way of other people!"

The driver couldn't help but shout, and Yue Ji in the back seat also broke free from the terrifying illusion.

"Sorry... I was distracted just now, sorry, sorry..."

……

Stepping into the elevator, following the floor indicator, he slowly ascended to the sixteenth floor. Yue Ji's eyes were fixed on the half-open door. He took a deep breath, as if he had already anticipated the shock that the scene behind the door would bring to him.

When he gently pushed open the door, a dark atmosphere hit him. The whole room was filled with a depressing atmosphere, as if time had stopped here.

Yue Ji walked carefully through the dark corridor, his heart filled with anxiety and confusion.

Finally, he arrived in front of the room and pushed open the door. The scene in front of him left him dumbfounded and he could not believe his eyes at all.

I saw the familiar figure curled up in the corner of the room, his body trembling slightly, as if he was in great pain.

The walls are covered with heartbreaking paintings, each of which is filled with endless pain and despair. These paintings are like broken souls, telling the writer's deep sorrow and torment.

Yue Ji's attention was drawn to one of the paintings. The Nexus in the painting had lost any signs of life.

He frowned and looked closely at the other portrait, and found that they looked messy, as if they had been scribbled on the wall with a black marker.

However, the red painting album attracted Yue Ji's attention. He saw a little black man with huge red circles painted all over his abdomen.

Yue Ji understood what that meant. He guessed that Wang Ye’s spirit might have been affected, or that his long-term loss of contact might have led to his mental breakdown.

This portrait was of his last battle in the real world, and the huge bloody hole in his abdomen corresponded to the damage caused when the lights were turned off.

"Wang Ye, I'm back. Are you... okay now?"

No longer paying attention to those unfounded paintings, Yue Ji turned to ask Wang Ye who was curled up in front of him. This greeting was like the midday sun, piercing Wang Ye's long-buried heart.

He looked up in disbelief, only to see countless wrinkles on his originally clean face. At the same time, the wildly growing beard also caught Yue Ji's attention.

"Brother, if you don't shave your beard, Pantene might not be able to bear it. Didn't you say you would take good care of him?"

While Yue Ji was speaking, he also opened the curtains of the room. Although it was raining heavily outside, at least some light was brought into the dim room.

"Yue Ji...you are still...alive?"

"No, I took some time off to go to another world. Tell me what's going on with you. Tell me the truth. Have you been affected by something?"

Yue Ji smacked his lips and asked in a relaxed tone using a local's accent.