Rebirth: I am Ultraman Tiga

In a laboratory in the subspace deep in the universe, as if it were a forgotten corner of the world, the cold and quiet space was only barely broken by the faint light of the instruments. Huang Hongsheng stood proudly in front of the huge control console filled with complex circuits and flashing indicator lights like a sculpture. His tall and thin figure looked even more gloomy in the interweaving of light and shadow.

His face was thin, but it was flushed unnaturally due to extreme excitement. A few strands of messy hair hung down in front of his forehead, soaked in sweat and clinging to his scalp. In his crazy eyes, the burning ambition was like two burning flames, which seemed to devour everything in front of him. In his eyes, this world was just a testing ground for him to realize his ambitions, and all lives were just chess pieces in his march to the pinnacle of power.

A month ago, the dormant virus was like a demon from the abyss of hell, spreading rapidly in the world like a ghost without anyone noticing. It quietly penetrated into every corner of the city, whether it was the bustling and noisy urban center or the quiet and remote rural town, none of them escaped its clutches.

In a densely populated metropolis, the streets were once bustling with people, busy with their daily lives. Suddenly, someone staggered while walking, his eyes gradually blurred, and then he fell straight to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, falling into an eternal sleep. Before the people around him could react, more people were also infected. In shopping malls, customers fell down while shopping; in offices, office workers fell headfirst on their keyboards while busy at their computers; in schools, children suddenly lost consciousness while playing during class; in hospitals, patients were waiting for treatment on their beds, but were ruthlessly attacked by the virus in their dreams.

In the quiet countryside, farmers working in the fields were carrying farm tools and preparing to go home, but they collapsed on the ridge of the field; in the farmhouse, women were doing housework, and they fell asleep before they put down their work. The whole world was turned upside down by this sudden dormant virus in a short period of time. Countless lives were dragged into the endless dark abyss without any preparation, leaving only those who were not infected, struggling in fear and despair, facing this doomsday-like change, at a loss, and the world order gradually fell apart under the ravages of this virus, falling into endless chaos and panic.

Today, the world has long lost its former prosperity and order, like a huge abandoned ghost town. The once bustling streets, the endless stream of vehicles, the honking of horns, and the hurried passers-by have all become distant memories. Today, there is a dead silence here, with only the whistling wind, as if telling of the past bustle.

Abandoned vehicles were parked in all directions, like the wreckage of steel monsters, blocking the road. Some vehicles were still emitting black smoke, and the pungent smell filled the air, blackening the surrounding buildings. Obviously, after the disaster, these vehicles became the target of people's competition. In order to seize the means of transportation to escape or transport supplies, people fought and destroyed them fiercely. The doors of the cars were forcibly pulled open, the windows were shattered, the seats in the car were torn to pieces, and various parts were scattered everywhere.

The shops on both sides of the street were once a good place for people to shop and relax, but now they are completely unrecognizable. The shop windows were smashed to pieces, and the broken glass flashed coldly in the sun, like countless broken dreams. The goods inside were looted, leaving only messy shelves standing crookedly, as if sighing silently. All kinds of debris were scattered on the ground, including crushed packaging boxes, torn clothes, broken electrical appliances, and some unknown fragments. In the cosmetics store, colorful bottles and jars were overturned on the ground, mixed into a pungent color stain; the display cabinets in the jewelry store were empty, and the once dazzling jewelry had long disappeared, leaving only some broken chains and scattered inlays; the food store was even more in a mess, with shelves pushed down and various foods trampled on. The expired food exuded an unpleasant smell and attracted swarms of flies.

The once bustling commercial streets are now deserted. The doors of those once fashionable clothing stores are open, and the clothes inside are in a mess, and some are even used as makeshift beds. In the restaurant, the tables and chairs are overturned, the tableware is broken, and the ingredients in the kitchen have been robbed, leaving only greasy stoves and cold stoves. The sign of the cinema is still shaking in the wind, but it is already dark inside, the seats are torn to pieces, and the screen is also scratched.

The city's public facilities were not spared. Bus stops were knocked over, trash cans were kicked over, and the garbage inside was scattered everywhere. Streetlight poles were tilted, and some were used as weapons, with traces of fighting left on them. The flowers, plants and trees in the park were trampled, the benches were destroyed, and the water in the lake became turbid, with all kinds of garbage floating on it. The whole world seemed to be swept by a huge storm, leaving only desolation and desolation, which made people sigh for the fragility of human civilization and worry about the fate of the future.

In a corner of the city, there was a scene of ruins and broken walls. Two groups of survivors were facing each other like hungry wolves, and the focus of their competition was just a box of food that seemed ordinary but was extremely precious at the moment.

The two groups of people all looked gaunt, with sunken cheeks, rough skin that was an unhealthy sallow color, and deep-set eyes that burned with the flames of greed and anger that seemed to burn everything in front of them. Their clothes were ragged, full of holes and stains, with strips of cloth hanging from some of them, and they shivered in the wind, as if they were a true reflection of this doomsday world.

"We found this box of food first, don't even think about taking it away!" A tall, muscular man stood there like a small mountain, his voice became hoarse and high-pitched due to anger, he tightly grasped the baseball bat in his hand, swung the bat in the air, bringing a whirring sound, as if to protest to the other party. The veins on his forehead bulged like a winding snake, the muscles in his neck were also tense, and the whole person exuded a strong sense of oppression.

"Hmph! There's no such thing as first come first served now. Whoever grabs it first gets it!" A thin but fierce-eyed man on the opposite side responded without showing any weakness. Although he was thin, he was like an agile monkey, with cunning and determination flashing in his eyes. He held a rusty kitchen knife tightly in his hand. The blade of the kitchen knife barely flashed a cold light under the sunlight, as if telling that it was about to become a participant in this cruel fight. He bent his body slightly, spread his feet apart, and lowered his center of gravity, like a cheetah ready to pounce at any time, staring at the enemy on the opposite side.

Behind them stood a group of equally exhausted but motivated companions. Some of them held simple homemade weapons, such as sticks made of planks and nails, while others held stones found in the ruins. Their eyes were also filled with the desire for food and the persistence of survival. In the crowd, there were old people leaning weakly on the young people, with their eyes full of expectation and worry; there were women holding their young children tightly, trying to use their bodies to shield their children from possible dangers; there were also some injured people, whose wounds were simply bandaged, and the gauze was still oozing with blood, but they still stood there, refusing to retreat a single step.

The air was filled with an extremely tense atmosphere, as if a spark could instantly ignite this life-and-death battle. Both sides were waiting, waiting for the other to reveal a flaw, or for someone to attack first. At this time, there was a dead silence around, only the heavy breathing of the two groups of people and the whistling sound of the wind blowing through the ruins, playing a cruel song of survival in this doomsday world.

Neither side gave in, and the tense atmosphere was instantly ignited, and soon they wrestled together like crazy beasts. The tall man took the lead in swinging the baseball bat in his hand, and with a whirring sound, he smashed towards the group of thin men like a black shadow. Every time the baseball bat fell, it was accompanied by a dull impact sound, and a shallow pit was created on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

The thin man was not to be outdone. He dodged flexibly, and the rusty kitchen knife in his hand drew arcs of cold light in the air, and he kept shouting: "Come on, I will chop all of you guys who are trying to steal food today!" His companions also shouted and cheered, holding various crude weapons and rushing forward. For a while, sticks and kitchen knives were waving in the air, and every collision splashed a few sparks.

Shouts echoed throughout the ruins, a mixture of angry roars, terrified cries, and battle roars, shaking the crumbling debris from the surrounding dilapidated buildings. And painful groans followed one after another. Someone was hit in the arm by a baseball bat and let out a painful wail, the sound seemed to penetrate the soul and make people shudder; someone was scratched on the leg by a kitchen knife, blood gushed out, but he still gritted his teeth and insisted on fighting, and a low roar came from his throat.

Blood splattered on the dusty ground, and the bright red color was particularly eye-catching in the gray environment. At first, there were only a few spots, but as the battle became more intense, the blood gradually spread and merged with the surrounding dust, rubble, and ruins. Some people were knocked to the ground in the melee, but they still desperately hugged the opponent's legs to try to stop the opponent's attack; some people were covered in blood, their eyes were covered with blood, but they still waved their weapons frantically based on their feelings.

In this battlefield that was once prosperous but now only has ruins, people have long lost their reason and humanity, leaving only the most primitive survival instinct. Broken concrete blocks, twisted steel bars, and scattered bricks have become witnesses of this battle. They lie there quietly, slowly soaked in blood, as if they are also mourning for this tragic doomsday scene. The battle continued, people fell every minute, new wounds appeared every second, and the box of food that caused the fight had long been kicked aside, and the food inside was scattered all over the ground, stained by blood and mud. But at this time, no one cares about it anymore. People only have the enemy in their eyes and only the crazy desire for survival. The whole world seems to have been dragged into an endless dark abyss by this cruel battle.

At the same time, in another part of the city, Captain Yang Xue led Lin Feng and the members of the Victory Team to do their best to maintain order. They were dressed in special combat uniforms and moved swiftly through the chaotic streets.

"Everyone calm down! Killing each other like this won't solve any problems!" Captain Yang Xue shouted firmly and forcefully, holding a megaphone. Her beautiful and resolute face was covered with sweat and fatigue, but her eyes always showed an unyielding faith.

Lin Feng followed the captain closely. He nimbly fended off a thug who was trying to rob the old man of his belongings and protected the old man behind him. "If this continues, there will be no hope for us humans!" He shouted at the thug, his eyes filled with anger and helplessness.

However, in the endless depths of the universe, far away from the hustle and bustle and despair of the earth, Huang Hongsheng and the Yabo people were like two demons who controlled life and death, watching the tragic scenes on the earth with interest through a huge display screen. The spacecraft they were in was like a huge metal fortress, emitting a cold breath.

In the command cabin, various complex and advanced instruments and equipment flashed cold lights, and the lines crisscrossed like blood vessels, connecting various control consoles. The jumping data and flashing indicator lights on the instrument panel seemed to be the background lights of this dark stage, reflecting the ugly faces of Huang Hongsheng and the Yabo people.

Huang Hongsheng stood there, leaning forward slightly, his eyes fixed on the display screen, his eyes full of twisted joy. "Hahahaha, great! The humans on Earth are really in endless chaos, just as I expected." His laughter echoed in the empty command cabin, like the cry of a night owl, creepy. His face, which had already been distorted due to his long-term obsession with evil plans, became even more hideous at this moment because of his pride. The corners of his mouth stretched to his ears, revealing a mouthful of uneven teeth, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly due to excessive excitement.

The Yabo man stood aside, tall and sinister, his whole body covered in a layer of armor emitting a faint blue light, revealing only a pair of eyes flashing a strange red light. He looked at Huang Hongsheng's madness and nodded slightly, as if he had expected all this. "Humph, these stupid humans are vulnerable to desire and fear." The Yabo man's voice was low and cold, like a curse from the depths of hell, with deep contempt for humans.

Huang Hongsheng smiled and pointed at the humans who were killing each other on the display screen, and said, "Look, they are killing each other for a little food and a little resource. The so-called civilization and morality are gone at this moment. This is the result I want. Only when they fall into complete chaos can we rule them more easily." His voice became sharp with excitement, and he waved his hands in the air, as if he had seen the moment when he became the master of the earth.

"That's right. As long as we give them a little more time, when they have almost finished killing each other, we can infect all the remaining humans with the dormant virus. By then, the entire earth will be under our control." The cold voice of the Yabo people echoed in the command cabin, like a verdict from hell.

Huang Hongsheng was standing in front of the screen, watching the humans struggling to survive, with a hint of cruel pleasure in his eyes. "These stupid humans are really overestimating their own capabilities by trying to resist."

"However, we can't let our guard down. The Victory Team seems to be still trying to maintain order. They may become a stumbling block to our rule over the Earth." The Yabo man reminded, with a hint of vigilance in his flashing red eyes.

"Hmph! The Victory Team? They are just making a futile struggle. In the face of absolute power, they are simply vulnerable." Huang Hongsheng said disdainfully, but his eyes unconsciously revealed a hint of worry.

Back on Earth, Captain Yang Xue and the members of the Victory Team knew that the challenges they faced were unprecedentedly difficult. However, they did not give up, but continued to work hard to find a solution to the dormant virus crisis and protect as many survivors as possible.

"Captain, we can't continue like this. The supplies are getting less and less, while the number of people infected with the virus is increasing. We must find Huang Hongsheng as soon as possible and stop him from releasing the virus." Lin Feng frowned and said to Captain Yang Xue with a worried look on his face.

Captain Yang Xue nodded slightly, her eyes revealing a firm determination. "I know, but Huang Hongsheng's whereabouts have always been a mystery, and we need more clues. Don't be discouraged, we will definitely be able to find a solution to the problem."