When Ultraman appears in reality, however:

Yue Ji spent some time in the ruins world of Nexus.

In eternal solitude, he gradually healed his body and his spirit also recovered to some extent.

At least, he believed that he could live in peace in this lonely world. If this was the world of the dead, he felt that it was the best gift fate had left him.

But it all backfired.

He didn't know that the healing of his body was a gift from the Kingdom of Light.

Likewise, he also lost some of his fighting spirit and no longer had the desire to fight on.

The human spirit has its limits after all.

As the morning light penetrated the cracks in the wooden house, Yue Ji was applying salt to the bacon. His movements were slow, his fingertips rubbing over the rough particles of rock salt, as if confirming some truth.

Outside the window, the blue tit landed on the windowsill on time and tilted its head to look at him - it was his only visitor in this world of eternal twilight.

Since arriving in this relic world, his wounds have healed. His once festering skin has become smooth, his broken ribs no longer hurt, and even the black and white filter that had permeated his vision for years has disappeared.

The Evolution Truster lay quietly on the mantelpiece, its silver-white shell reflecting the firelight, as clean as if it had never been stained with blood.

This is probably the peace that death brings.

He turned the deer leg on the grill, and the fat dripped into the fire with a sizzling sound. The fragrant room was filled with furniture made by hand these days: an oak table with mortise and tenon structure, a storage basket woven with rattan, and even a crooked clay vase with flowers picked from the wild.

Quite artistic, yes.

Yue Ji watched all this, but his heart couldn't calm down for a long time.

Late at night, when the fire gradually goes out, the darkness suppressed by the day will surge from the depths of dreams.

"Fuck you guys, you beasts!!!"

When he woke up, he always found himself roaring, his nails digging deep into the wooden floor. His most painful memories were played out repeatedly in his dreams: his father lying under the white sheet in the morgue, the process of Ma Xiayi being killed by him, and the unfamiliar faces that disappeared because he was too late to arrive.

He remembered vividly the massacre in the dark realm.

The most terrifying thing is that his fighting instinct is still there. One morning when he was chopping wood, the axe slipped out of his hand and he subconsciously took a defensive posture. When he came to his senses, the axe blade had been deeply embedded in the tree trunk ten meters away - just like when he threw the Storm Sword in the past.

Am I...alive or dead?

He squatted by the stream to wash his face, and the eyes reflected in the water were indeed in focus. The irises that had been eroded by energy and turned dull could now vaguely see their original dark brown color.

As he passed through the birch forest, the fallen leaves made a crisp sound under his feet. Suddenly, he heard the sound of rocks rolling in the distance, and he reflexively rushed to the shelter - but only startled a flock of birds.

Leaning against the moss-covered obelisk, Yue Ji looked at his trembling hands and laughed out loud.

There were no enemies, no alarms, but this body still remembered all the combat responses. It was like a chopped-off tree stump, with growth rings on the surface but cracks inside that would never heal.

When the rainstorm came in the evening, he sat on the porch and looked at the ruins in the rain. The raindrops beat out the rhythm of "Living Mice" on the stone slabs. This was a wonderful coincidence he found in this world - all things in nature were playing the game BGM tacitly.

The Evolution Truster suddenly flashed.

Yue Ji did not stand up to check. He knew it was just an illusion, just like sometimes seeing the reflection of an Ultraman in the stream, or hearing the static noise of the communicator in the crackling of the campfire. These hallucinations were the brain's clumsy protest against loneliness.

He added a piece of wood to the fire and watched the sparks rise and disappear in the rainy night. In the distance, the ruins illuminated by the lightning looked like countless silent tombstones. And he sat in the middle of this cemetery, enjoying this luxurious, guilt-filled peace.

Only on rainy days does the world give the illusion of day and night. The light in the rain gradually dims, immersing the wooden house, vegetable patch and the forest in the distance in a hazy gray-blue.

Yue Ji likes such moments because the darkness can make the hallucinations seem less abrupt, and because the moonlight can vaguely shine on him, bringing out the mood of loneliness to the extreme.

Yue Ji hummed along with the sound of rain and the music in the world.

The music of "Living Mice" reached its climax, and he was immersed in this lonely atmosphere, his nose felt sore for the first time in a long time.

Let it go on like this forever.

Suddenly, a purple light pierced through the rain and fog.

The door was embedded in the mountain wall without any signs, and the door frame had fluorescent lines like blood vessels flowing through it. Yue Ji stood there, the rain dripping down his hair into his collar, cold and real. He stared for a long time, but the door was still there, not an illusion.

As he approached, he heard sounds leaking out from the crack in the door - like millions of people whispering at the same time, or like intermittent static noise in a communication channel with poor signal.

What's behind the door?

No, this is the passage, the purple error reporting space.

Is it the way back to reality? Or is it another lower-dimensional world?

He looked back. In the rainy vegetable garden, the potato seedlings planted last week had just sprouted new leaves; the washed-white shirts hung on the clothesline, swaying gently in the wind; the smoke from the chimney was dispersed by the rain, mixed with the aroma of stew wafting from the house.

"Ugh......"

The sigh dissipated in the rain. He loosened his grip on the door handle and walked back to the cabin. The firewood was still crackling in the hearth, and the stew pot was bubbling. Yue Ji sat in the rocking chair, watching his shaking hands slowly calm down.

Outside the window, the purple door still stood in the rain, like an unhealed wound. He poured the hot soup into a ceramic bowl and blew away the heat carefully. The soup was delicious with freshly picked wild mushrooms.

Late at night, he lay in bed listening to the sound of rain. The Evolution Truster hung on a nail at the head of the bed, and the faint light from the core cast swaying ripples on the ceiling. In a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, he seemed to hear a call from the other side of the door.

Help……

If you want to know the news, you should drink the wine first, right?

Can you really handle those hoodoos?

Has the ominous thing in the womb been purified?

It seems that the Outer Gods have had an influence to this extent.

Yue Ji turned over and buried his face in the pillow. The pillow was filled with dried lavender, which he picked and dried by the stream last month. Wrapped in the fragrance, he counted his heartbeats and waited for dawn.

The rain stopped. The purple door was still there.

Yue Ji had a hunch that this might be one of the worlds in his works.

Moreover, this world is very dark, and it is a work that serves the desires of some people.

Yue Ji made up his mind and pushed the door open.

sizzle...

An error message was heard shortly after, and when he came to again, he found himself in a dilapidated village.

"Where is this...what the hell is this?"

Yue Ji stood up and touched his head. After feeling the real touch, he tended to believe that he was still alive.

I fell into an extreme coma in Stone Wing, and then spent so many days in a dream, or in a state of suspended animation.

All of this makes sense, but why did I come to other worlds through small passages? What was the purpose?

Yue Ji, who couldn't find the answer, checked himself. The energy blaster and the evolution truster were still on him, and the wounds were also healed. He was wearing the familiar black coat, and what was even more outrageous was that he was also wearing a black cloak.

Looking up, the sky was like a bandage soaked in blood, showing a sickly iron-gray color. The heavy clouds were very low, as if they would smash into this dead land at any time.

There was a sweet smell of rotting meat in the air, and every breath made my throat burn.

The hems of coats and capes swing in undulating waves.

But...it's pretty cool.

As soon as this absurd thought flashed through his mind, it was dispelled by the scene around him. He was standing at the entrance of a medieval village, with a rotten rabbit head nailed to the crooked wooden road sign. He looked along the muddy main road.

Most of the thatched roofs have collapsed, revealing the rib-like beams.

A sticky churning sound continued to be heard from the well in the center of the village.

After walking a few steps, Yue Ji caught a glimpse of a very strange figure.

A nun, a very nice-looking nun.

The nun's figure stood out in the dilapidated streets. Her long, pure white hair didn't look like the color of human hair, but rather like silk spun by moonlight, which still shone with a pearly halo even in this sunless world.

The body wrapped in the black nun's uniform has an almost dangerous curve. The corset makes the chest look suffocating, and the garters faintly visible at the slit of the hem shine with a dark silver light.

It was too perfect...too perfect to be natural.

Yue Ji didn’t quite understand the way people dressed in the old times, but he knew very well that this woman was the source.

It is the core of this work.

An absolutely miserable character.

Thinking of this, he quickly followed her and decided to follow her into the tavern.

The moment he stepped into the tavern, he saw the owner's surprise.

He knew very well that he was an outsider after all, but he was also puzzled.

Although this is a world full of disgusting creatures like alien beasts, ordinary people are too ugly.

In comparison, Yue Ji felt that he was a little handsome.

The turbid air in the tavern stuck to my skin, a mixture of the sour smell of fermented beer and the sweetness of some rotting flesh.

"New here?" The shopkeeper's voice seemed to be squeezed out from a broken bellows. His one intact eye looked at Yue Ji's attire, "Your cloak... is very special."

Yue Ji ignored him. The other person had a bit of bad breath, which made him feel sick.

Although the alien beasts also smell bad, they are acceptable monsters after all. Some alien beasts are not that smelly, for example, Pedron just smells like gasoline.

The beautiful nun came to the table, and the drunk man next to her asked, "Are you here to get information? If you want to know, drink the wine. I remember giving it to you before."

Hearing this, the nun's expression changed significantly, and she seemed very unhappy, but she had no choice.

Compared to those more disgusting guys out there, at least there's a human being in front of him.

Yue Ji was observing everything. It was obvious that the two men didn't notice him. There were only four people in the entire dilapidated tavern.

This world was somewhat beyond his expectations. He held the Evolution Truster tightly, but was unable to sense the existence of the alien beast.

Since there are no alien beasts, then I shouldn't exist in this world.

Yue Ji didn't want to interfere and was about to leave immediately, but the nun actually drank the specially made wine.

"Hey, you can't even walk, can I take you home?"

"Ugh……"

The nun staggered a little, and the drunk man smiled triumphantly.

His hands were a little restless.

Just when he was about to take action, Yue Ji made his move.

Boom! ! !

A side kick actually sent the dark, fat drunk flying against the wall. The devastating attack shattered the surrounding wooden tables, turning them into sawdust all over the floor.

"Hey, is that your person? Why are you moving? According to my speculation, this nun is one of the few who can purify the monsters around the village. You guys treat her like this?"

Yue Ji didn't care about his words. Even if he was wrong, he could still leave.

He kind of regretted entering this world, but he couldn't let this happen.

The nun, or the core character of this world, is theoretically innocent.

The drunk man who suffered a severe blow was able to get up. He opened his smelly mouth and cursed.

"Who the hell are you?! Don't you think you don't know? Isn't it more important for me to enjoy myself first than to deal with those disgusting monsters outside? I am a human being after all!

You... No, why are you so handsome? Who are you? "

The more the drunkard spoke, the more he felt something was wrong, because at this moment Yue Ji was already looking at him with a cold gaze.

He didn't use any energy assistance just now, but even if the opponent was heavier than him, he could easily kill him.

The nun standing by seemed unaware of the farce. Under the influence of alcohol, she hurriedly walked out of the bar and ran straight to the street outside the village.

At this moment, Yue Ji was still questioning the drunkard, and he got a lot of useful information from him.

The innocent life that was reborn was transformed into a strange monster by the curse of the evil child.

The Child of Unfortunate Omen is something that should not exist in the world, and it will attract monsters and misfortune.

And Azonce is on the verge of extinction because of this curse.

After hearing this description, Yue Ji felt a little confused.

He asked directly: "Don't tell me we are in Huaxia! Oh no, Tang Dynasty!? Tell me what year it is first!"

"Year? What year?"

"Forget it, just tell me who the emperor is!"

"What is an emperor?! What are you talking about!"

Yue Ji became a little impatient and kicked the drunk man, causing him to fall asleep.

Sleep soundly.

The bar owner was frightened when he saw this, but he still shouted, "I'm warning you, don't act wild here!"

Just as he was about to approach Yue Ji, the latter actually drew out the Evolution Truster, and the Storm Sword also stopped in front of the other's neck.

"You too, don't disgust me, you are all a bunch of inhuman things."

Leaving the two people alone, Yue Ji swung his cloak to drive away the stench. The cloak drew a sharp arc, and Yue Ji pushed open the door of the tavern without looking back.

The foul air was left behind, he took a deep breath of the bloody night wind outside, and the Evolution Truster made a beautiful sword flower in his palm.

Wait, what about the nuns?

Yue Ji had something he wanted to ask, and he had to find a way to get back.