Rebirth: I am Ultraman Tiga

In the sky above the bustling city, a thrilling battle is going on. Ultraman Tiga is like a towering giant tower, with a resolute posture, stubbornly withstanding the terrifying light attack from the giant TV. His majestic body stands upright in the clouds, as if he is the pillar between heaven and earth, carrying the weight of justice and hope. The energy indicator light flashes rhythmically, and the blue light is looming in the gloomy sky, just like a star of justice that never goes out. Every flash seems to declare to the world the indomitable justice, giving courage and strength to the countless terrified citizens below.

Ultraman Tiga's eyes were fixed on the giant TV, revealing fearlessness and determination. His arms were slightly bent, his muscles tensed, bearing the tremendous pressure brought by the light attack. The clouds under his feet were stirred by this force and churned endlessly, like a surging white ocean. On the streets of the city, people looked up, their eyes full of worry and expectation. Children tightly grasped the corners of their parents' clothes, and the elderly prayed silently in their hearts. The whole city seemed to hold its breath, and time seemed to freeze at this moment. The fate of everyone depended on Ultraman Tiga's thoughts.

However, in the mysterious and dark space deep in the universe, Huang Hongsheng, who was operating a giant TV, was watching all this closely. He sat in front of a control panel full of complex instruments and flashing lights. The surrounding walls were inlaid with huge display screens, which played the battle scenes on the earth in real time. Huang Hongsheng showed an evil smile on his face. The smile was twisted and hideous, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a row of white teeth, but it looked particularly terrifying in this gloomy environment. There was madness and complacency in his eyes, as if he had seen that his conspiracy was about to succeed, Ultraman Tiga was struggling in his trap, and the world would fall into endless darkness and chaos under his control.

Huang Hongsheng, who was once ignored by the forces of justice, was full of resentment towards Ultraman Tiga and the entire world. He has been obsessed with technology and power since he was a child, and he longs to control everything and become the master of the universe. However, his research direction and methods were not tolerated by the righteous Ultramen, and he was blocked and suppressed many times. By chance, he discovered an ancient and mysterious energy source hidden on a distant asteroid, which contained enough power to subvert the order of the universe. After years of dedicated research and secret experiments, he finally succeeded in combining this energy with the technology on Earth to create this giant TV. This giant TV is not only a huge electronic device, but also a tool for him to realize his ambitions. It can launch powerful light attacks, and it also has the ability to create illusions and distort time and space. It is the ultimate weapon Huang Hongsheng uses to challenge Ultraman Tiga and the entire world of justice.

"Have you had enough fun, Ultraman Tiga?" Huang Hongsheng's voice, full of teasing and arrogance, was like the whisper of a devil. Through some mysterious and unpredictable technological means beyond the scope of ordinary people's understanding, it echoed eerily in the sky shrouded in dark clouds and full of dangers. The voice seemed to have substance, and every syllable was like an icy sharp arrow, piercing the air and piercing people's hearts, making the people on the ground looking up at the sky feel cold, and fear spread in their eyes.

"Now I'll let you see the real power of the giant TV!" Huang Hongsheng's voice became increasingly high-pitched, and the overflowing evil and pride in it almost broke through the sky. After saying that, his skinny hands, which contained infinite destructive power, quickly danced on the control panel that flashed with cold blue light and was as complex as a cosmic star map. His fingers were like a nimble venomous snake, shuttling between the densely packed buttons and joysticks. Every tap and press was accompanied by a creepy electric sound, as if this evil machine was roaring excitedly.

In an instant, the giant TV was like an awakened prehistoric beast, emitting a strong and strange gravitational force. This gravitational force was like a bottomless dark vortex that could swallow everything. With an irresistible force, it ruthlessly sucked Ultraman Tiga towards the huge screen that was emitting a cold light. Ultraman Tiga's body, which was originally as stable as Mount Tai and indestructible, was also shaken by this sudden and powerful force. His iron-like feet struggled in vain in mid-air, trying to find a foothold in the void, but only left traces of energy behind him, as short and brilliant as a meteor across the night sky.

Ultraman Tiga's arms seemed to be pulled by countless tough ropes. Although he waved his arms vigorously, his muscles were so tight that they seemed to burst. Every inch of his skin was emitting a dazzling light, trying to break free from this evil bondage. His eyes revealed unyielding and determination. He stared at the giant TV screen that was gradually approaching, as if he wanted to pierce it with his eyes. However, in front of this powerful force generated by dark technology, his resistance seemed so small and so powerless. The huge screen was like a door leading to an unknown dark abyss, slowly opening its mouth and ruthlessly swallowing Ultraman Tiga.

At the moment of being sucked in, the light around Ultraman Tiga was distorted and deformed rapidly, as if the space was being kneaded by an invisible giant hand. His body passed through the screen interface that was flashing with strange light uncontrollably, and a strong sense of electric current instantly spread throughout his body, as if countless needles were piercing every cell in his body. Ultraman Tiga felt a dizziness in front of his eyes, and his consciousness was almost blurred under this powerful impact.

At the same time, in every corner of the city, people were watching this scene in horror. The children stared with tears in their eyes, and the Ultraman Tiga toys they held tightly in their hands seemed to have lost their power; the young people clenched their fists, anger and helplessness written on their faces, but they could only watch their guardian hero being swallowed by darkness; the old people prayed silently in their hearts, and their trembling lips told of their persistence in hope. The whole city fell into a dead silence of despair, and only the buzzing sound of the giant TV seemed particularly harsh in the silent air, as if it was a victory song played by evil forces.

In the mysterious base hidden behind the dark nebula in the depths of the universe, Huang Hongsheng witnessed Ultraman Tiga being successfully sucked into the giant TV, and the evil smile on his face became more and more twisted and hideous. His wild laughter echoed in the empty base, interweaving with the cold prompt sounds from various instruments, forming a piece of music belonging to darkness and destruction. "Hahahaha, Ultraman Tiga, you finally fell into my palm!" Huang Hongsheng shouted arrogantly, with a crazy light flashing in his eyes, "This is the end of going against me! This world is about to fall into endless darkness under my control!" His figure looked particularly strange under the cold light in the base, as if he was a demon crawling out of the depths of hell, opening his bloody mouth, ready to drag the entire universe into the endless abyss.

At this moment, the space inside the giant TV was like a twisted maze in another dimension, surrounded by circuits and pipes flashing with strange colors. They seemed to have life, wriggling in the darkness. After being sucked in, Ultraman Tiga fell heavily on a platform emitting a faint blue light. He struggled to stand up and was about to take action, but found that his energy seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force and it was difficult to condense.

Just as he tried to break through this suppression, the surrounding environment began to change rapidly. The circuits and pipes that were originally flashing with strange light gradually disappeared, replaced by a hazy light and shadow. In the light and shadow, countless familiar pictures came like a tide, which were fragments of the memories of the people he had protected on Earth, with laughter, tears, hope, and despair. These pictures were like sharp blades, piercing Ultraman Tiga's heart again and again, trying to disintegrate his will and make him sink forever in this dark illusion. And behind this heavy fog, Huang Hongsheng's evil conspiracy was like a huge net, slowly tightening, waiting to completely trap Ultraman Tiga to death.

At this moment, Ultraman Tiga's body was shining with light, and his body shape changed rapidly, and finally turned back into the human body Lin Feng. At that moment, Lin Feng felt as if the universe and the galaxy were collapsing in front of him, and the world was spinning. The strong dizziness instantly overwhelmed him like a surging tide, and his body shook involuntarily, his steps were weak, as if he was stepping on it, and every step was full of staggering and instability.

Later, when he tried to regain his balance and sobriety, he was surprised to find himself in a strange and illusory world. Everything around him was shrouded in a dreamlike, real and fake hazy light and shadow. The light and shadow were woven by countless fine silk threads, crisscrossing and crisscrossing, and seemed like countless fragments of memory floating and reorganizing in this illusory space. They were like smart elves, sometimes flashing a faint light, and sometimes hiding in the endless darkness, making people unpredictable.

Lin Feng tried to concentrate his consciousness, like a traveler groping forward in the dark, trying to find a ray of light. But he found that his thoughts seemed to be trapped in a thick, heavy, bottomless fog. The fog seemed to have life, tightly wrapped around every one of his thoughts, trapping them in it and making it difficult to break free. It was as if there were countless radios turned on in his mind at the same time, noisy sounds intertwined, various images, memories and thoughts came one after another, but they dissipated in an instant, unable to be pieced together into a complete form.

In this fantasy, time and space seem to have lost their original order and rules. The boundaries between the past, present and future have become blurred, as if everything has been kneaded into a huge, chaotic dough. Lin Feng saw his former hometown, a quiet and peaceful village, with curling smoke rising slowly above the roofs, children running and laughing in the fields, and old people sitting under the big tree at the entrance of the village, chatting leisurely. However, the scene changed, and the village suddenly fell into darkness and panic. Huge monster footprints appeared in the fields, houses were destroyed, people fled everywhere, and desperate cries filled the entire space.

He saw again the scenes of himself and his teammates fighting side by side, those moments of passion and courage. They worked together to make battle plans, encouraged each other, and never backed down when facing powerful monsters. However, the picture gradually became distorted, the figures of his teammates became blurred, and their voices became distant and unfamiliar, as if they were pulled away from him by an invisible force, leaving him alone in this chaotic battlefield.

Lin Feng felt a strong sense of uneasiness and anxiety in his heart. He knew that he had to get rid of the shackles of this illusion as soon as possible, otherwise not only would he be lost in it forever, but the outside world would also fall into an irretrievable situation. He tried to take a deep breath, calm himself down, and concentrate on mobilizing the energy in his body as usual. However, the once familiar and powerful power seemed to be sleeping in the abyss at this moment. No matter how hard he tried to summon it, he could not get any response.

In this predicament, Lin Feng suddenly remembered what a wise man once said to him: "Inner strength is the most powerful weapon. When you are lost in the darkness, only firm belief can illuminate the way forward." He closed his eyes, trying to get rid of the chaotic light and shadows and messy thoughts in the outside world, and tried to find that firm belief deep in his heart. He recalled his original intention of becoming Ultraman Tiga, which was to protect all life on earth, to make smiles bloom on people's faces forever, and to let light and hope shine on this land forever.

As these memories emerged, Lin Feng felt a faint light begin to flicker deep in his heart. He clung to this light tightly, like grabbing the last straw in a storm. He constantly strengthened his belief in his heart, letting the light grow stronger and stronger, trying to dispel the fog around him.

However, the illusion seemed to sense his struggle and resistance, and became even more crazy and violent. Those memory fragments began to spin and collide at a faster speed, making sharp whistling sounds. The phantoms of terrifying monsters kept appearing around him, rushing towards him with bared fangs and claws, and the flames and venom they spewed almost devoured him. But the light of faith in Lin Feng's heart never went out. He gritted his teeth and roared in his heart: "I am Ultraman Tiga, I will never succumb to this dark illusion!"

In his fierce confrontation with the illusion, the flow of time seemed to be maliciously tampered by an invisible evil force, and every ticking second seemed to be infinitely stretched, so long that it seemed to span a long century when chaos was just beginning and the universe was not yet created. The torment and struggle during this period was a wrestling match in the depths of the soul, and the will was struggling to support itself on the edge of the dark abyss.

His broad and resolute forehead was now covered with dense beads of sweat as big as soybeans. These beads of sweat were not ordinary sweat, but the essence squeezed out of his body and soul under extreme tension and high pressure. Each bead embodied his unyielding will and his persistence in justice. They gathered on his forehead, and then slowly slid down his cheeks, which were slightly thin due to fatigue, like pearls with broken strings, flashing a weak but tenacious light in the illusory light and shadow. When the sweat beads finally dripped onto the ground, which was like a dream but actually concealed a deadly crisis, they seemed to be greedily swallowed by this strange illusion, and disappeared without a trace in an instant, leaving no trace, as if they had never been to this world. Only the water stains on his cheeks that had not yet dried up proved their existence and the hardships he had experienced.

His body, this usually indestructible bastion of justice, was trembling slightly at this moment due to excessive tension and exertion. The trembling did not come from cowardice, but was the body's instinctive stress response when facing a dark force far beyond imagination. Every muscle was like a taut bowstring, full of strength, ready to burst out a shocking counterattack driven by faith. His arms were slightly bent, his fingers were clenched tightly, and his knuckles turned white due to the force, as if he wanted to crush this illusory world in his hands. His legs were also slightly apart, like a thousand-year-old tree rooted in the earth, swaying in the wind, but always holding on to the land under his feet, providing him with the most basic support and balance in this endless darkness.

However, beneath this seemingly shaky appearance, his eyes became more determined, deep like the cold stars in the night sky, bright like the dawn, and hot like a burning flame. The flames jumped and danced in the depths of his eyes, burning more and more vigorously, as if they were going to burn all the darkness and evil around them. It was a beacon of hope, guiding him in the direction of light and truth in the vast illusion; it was the source of courage, constantly injecting new strength into his exhausted body; it was a symbol of indomitable spirit, announcing to the entire illusion his iron will of never compromising and never giving up.

Finally, after repeated impacts and struggles, Lin Feng felt that the fog around him began to loosen a little. The invisible force that was entangled in his thoughts seemed to gradually weaken. He knew that he was getting closer and closer to breaking through the illusion. He concentrated all his energy and released the light of faith in his heart to the maximum, like a bright star bursting out dazzling light in this dark illusion. Wherever the light went, memory fragments dissipated, the monster phantom also disappeared, and the hazy light and shadow began to fade away, revealing a glimmer of dawn leading to the real world. At this time, Lin Feng was ready to break through the shackles of this illusion with a brand new attitude.