Rebirth: I am Ultraman Tiga

Late at night, the thick darkness was like an airtight quilt, tightly wrapping this quiet town, so that not even a ray of light could penetrate. Dark clouds piled up heavily over the city, as if to drag the entire sky to the ground, hiding the stars and the moon beneath them, with no trace at all. The strong wind was like a completely out-of-control, frenzied beast, carrying endless anger, and rampaging through the narrow streets. It whistled through the narrow alleys, and the debris was swept into the air, crackling against the walls, doors and windows; the trash cans were overwhelmed and fell to the ground, and the garbage was scattered like the remnants of a defeated army.

The trees along the road were the first to be hit by the strong wind. Those tall trees with lush branches and leaves were like weak and helpless children, being tossed around by the strong wind. The trunks shook violently, making painful creaking sounds, as if they were trying their best to resist this force majeure. The branches and leaves rubbed against each other and entangled, making a continuous rustling sound. The sound was low, sad, and powerless, as if they were wailing in despair, telling of their fear and submission to the dark night storm. The slender willow branches whipped the air frantically, as if waving a distress signal but no one responded; the leaves of the broad-leaved trees fell like broken-winged butterflies, flying in the air and then being slammed hard on the muddy ground.

Under the dim moonlight, the railroad tracks struggled to squeeze out a few cold and hard lights, emitting the unique cold light of metal, winding and twisting all the way to the endless distance. On weekdays, it is the exclusive runway for steel giants. Whenever a train whizzes past like lightning, the earth trembles slightly, and the wheels and rails rub violently, splashing dazzling sparks, playing the exciting movement of the industrial age. But at this moment, it has become a drunkard's "lost path", exuding a unique atmosphere of loneliness and danger in this deserted late night.

The drunkard's name is Liu Dashan. He is nearly 40 years old and seems to be bent by the burden of life. The years have mercilessly carved the marks of vicissitudes on his face. The messy stubble on his face grows wildly, like a bunch of weeds, revealing a sense of neglect; the deep wrinkles on his forehead and eyes are full of unsatisfactory life. Each wrinkle is a sad story, which may be related to the tight family conditions, meager salary, or the grievances suffered in the workplace, and the humiliation swallowed by neighbors.

Tonight, Liu Dashan was invited by several former co-workers to go to the old tavern on the street with mixed feelings. The tavern was dimly lit and filled with the turbid smell of alcohol and tobacco. A few lonely men were sitting in the corner. When they saw Liu Dashan coming in, they raised their hands and asked him to sit down. Several people sat around a table, exchanging a few pleasantries, and then drinking strong liquor, and past memories poured out like a flood. Some people complained that the construction period was long but the wages were always in arrears; some people cried that the elderly in their family were sick and the medical expenses were suffocating; Liu Dashan listened to these, and his melancholy became stronger. He wanted to drink to relieve his sorrow, but after a few glasses of strong liquor, his head was spinning instantly. Not only did his sorrow not dissipate, but he became completely confused.

When paying the bill, he took out the money with trembling hands, and counted the crumpled bills several times before he could count them clearly. He staggered towards the door, his body shaking violently, like a tattered puppet with dysfunctional joints, being randomly pulled by the invisible thread of alcohol in his body, and completely losing the ability to move independently. After leaving the pub, he hiccuped in the cold wind, squinted his eyes to identify the direction, and walked towards the railway track in a daze.

Normally, this railway track is the only way for Liu Dashan to go to and from get off work, and he is very familiar with it. But now, under the influence of alcohol, the scenery in front of him is blurred and distorted, and the sleepers under his feet seem to be traps. He took one deep step and one shallow step, and walked down the railway track step by step with difficulty. As soon as he stepped onto the curb, a speeding train rushed by with a strong airflow. The body of the train was like a silver lightning, which disappeared in an instant. The strong wind it brought was like a heavy punch, blowing straight at his face, blowing Liu Dashan's hair wildly, and almost knocking him to the ground.

The train driver was in the cab. He caught a glimpse of the shaky figure beside the track from the corner of his eye. He was so shocked that his eyes widened, his heart instantly rose to his throat, and cold sweat dripped down his back. He subconsciously pressed the horn hard, and the whistle sounded sharp and piercing, like a sharp blade instantly cutting through the silent night sky. The sound echoed in the empty streets, startling the birds napping under the eaves and causing the dogs of the surrounding residents to bark non-stop. But Liu Dashan seemed not to hear it. His ears seemed to be blocked tightly. The alcohol paralyzed his senses, making him immersed in a chaotic world. He was still wandering around by himself, mumbling the dirty jokes between his co-workers, and had no idea that he had just brushed shoulders with death.

He continued to stagger along the street, the street lights stretched his hunched, swaying shadow into a long, mottled wall, like an absurd silhouette. When passing by a trash can, his body tilted and bumped into the edge of the can, and the garbage scattered all over the ground, but he smiled foolishly, bent down and picked up a few random things, and staggered forward again, blending into the thick darkness of the night, becoming a heart-wrenching "drunk picture" on the street, staggering all the way to an unknown residence.

"Ouch!" Liu Dashan screamed, and his feet seemed to be tripped by an invisible force. He lost his balance in an instant and fell forward like a bag of rags. In a panic, his eyes blurred and his forehead hit a street lamp pole on the side of the road. The force made his head buzz and stars appeared in front of his eyes. His body tilted and he almost fell to the ground. He instinctively hugged the street lamp pole tightly with both hands, and his nails dug into the metal skin, barely able to stabilize his body.

After standing firm, Liu Dashan gasped for air, mumbling in a drunken voice: "I'm sorry, I bumped into you." He squinted his eyes and tried to focus on the lamppost in front of him, as if he wanted to apologize to it. The lamppost stood tall, rusty and mottled, a witness of countless storms. At this moment, it stood still, like an old man who watched the world with cold eyes, standing indifferently in the same place. Only the top lampshade was affected by the sudden impact, shaking a few times and making a slight "creaking" sound, as if silently sighing at Liu Dashan's absurd scene, and as if slightly protesting against this reckless interruption.

Liu Dashan didn't understand the "deep meaning" of the lampshade at all. He shakily let go of his hand, and even reached out to pat the street lamp pole, muttering, "Brother, please let me pass." Just as he turned around and prepared to continue on his way, at this moment, a dazzling and strange blue light exploded in the sky above the edge of the city without any warning. The light seemed to come from the distant and mysterious deep space, so deep that it made people shudder. It suddenly crossed the inky night sky and instantly lit up a small piece of the sky. It dragged a long, irregular tail flame, like a completely out-of-control, off-track meteor, carrying the momentum of destroying the world, and fell straight into the long-abandoned old factory area on the outskirts of the city.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a faint rumble of thunder in the direction of the suburbs, the ground trembled slightly, and the flocks of birds perched around the factory were startled, screaming and flying into the night sky, turning into messy black dots. The residents in the city were awakened by the sudden movement, and they opened the curtains and windows, looking at the suburbs with sleepy eyes, their faces full of astonishment and confusion.

"What is that? Why does the meteor look so weird?"

"Did the plane crash? Oh my God, please don't let anything happen!"

Discussions in the streets and alleys gradually rose, and panic surged. At the same time, Grandpa Zhang, a security guard on night duty at the abandoned factory area on the outskirts of the city, was dozing off in the small communication room. When a blue light flashed and a vibration was heard, he jumped up with a start, hurriedly grabbed the flashlight beside him, and staggered out of the communication room.

"What's going on? Maybe the factory building collapsed!" Grandpa Zhang muttered as he trotted towards the point where the blue light fell. The flashlight flickered, illuminating the rugged path under his feet, where weeds grew wildly and debris piled up along the way. When he got closer to the scene of the accident, he saw a huge circular deep pit in front of him. The surrounding soil was charred and steaming, as if it had been burned by high temperature. There was a group of mist in the center of the pit, and the shadows were dim and unclear. Grandpa Zhang's scalp was numb, his calves were spinning, he swallowed a few times, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Is there anyone? This... what the hell is this?" The only response to him was dead silence. The breeze blew by, bringing a pungent smell of burning, which made people panic.

At this moment, Liu Dashan was mostly sober. Looking at the smoke and dust rising from the suburbs, he muttered with suspicion on his face, "Oh my god, could it be that God is trying to get into trouble with our little town tonight?" He scratched his head, hesitated for a moment, and out of curiosity, he actually staggered towards the abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city, completely unaware that an unimaginable crisis was lurking in the dark, ready to strike.

At the same time, in the depths of the vast universe, the laboratory of the evil doctor Huang Hongsheng is quietly suspended in a secret subspace. This laboratory was built by the legendary figure Huang Hongsheng in the scientific community with his life's efforts. It is quite famous in the field of interstellar scientific research, but it is also controversial because it has repeatedly involved in dangerous and marginal topics. Inside the station, various precision instruments are flashing and buzzing, and researchers in white protective suits are busy shuttling between them, with solemn expressions and a bit of fanaticism.

Today, the laboratory's most confidential project, the monster Demos, finally "broke out of its cocoon" after numerous gene editing and energy fusion experiments. Demos, an artificial creature given the mission of conquest and exploration, shocked the audience as soon as it appeared. It was so huge that it was beyond imagination, three stories high. The metal floor was overwhelmed and trembled slightly where it stood. It was surrounded by a cold purple light, which seemed to swallow the surrounding light and drag the surrounding area into endless darkness. The shell was as hard as cosmic steel, and it might not leave any marks even after being hit by a meteorite. The densely packed scales were stacked layer by layer, and each one was flashing with a fascinating cold light, like a cold star.

The most terrifying thing is its head. It is not as hideous and strange as ordinary monsters. It is actually a huge circle, located at the top of its huge body. In the center, there is a pair of blood-red vertical pupils, like the burning fire of hell, deep and bottomless. Wherever its eyes pass, it seems to be able to see through all movements, even the tiny movements of dust and the hidden breath of creatures. None of them can escape its "magic eyes". This pair of vertical pupils is not only a window for it to observe the world, but also a weapon to deter opponents. People who are stared at directly seem to have their souls frozen by the strong murderous intent.

The moment Demos was born, the laboratory alarm sounded loudly, the pointer of the energy monitor jumped wildly, and the value soared to the dangerous red line. Dr. Huang Hongsheng had a stern face, but his eyes could not hide his excitement. He raised his hand and waved, giving an order: "Start the launch program, target - Earth!" Then, several technicians quickly operated the console, the mechanical arm extended, the hatch opened, and the powerful magnetic force pulled Demos to move slowly.

Demos seemed to sense the turn of fate, and roared in protest, with sound waves shattering several pieces of reinforced glass in the station. But it was ultimately unable to resist the restraints and was violently pushed out of the hatch. As soon as it was freed from the restraints of the laboratory and stepped into the vacuum of the universe, strange energy fluctuations instantly surged around it, and the space around its body seemed to ripple and distort. In the blink of an eye, its huge body shrank rapidly, from a giant beast covering the sky to the size of an ordinary person, hiding in the darkness of the universe, as if a speck of dust blended into the ink-colored curtain.

It locked onto the Earth's coordinates and sped towards the blue planet like a shadow. As it passed through the atmosphere, it rubbed against the surface of the planet, creating brilliant flames, like a reverse meteor, but with deadly malice. After entering Earth's airspace, Demos stretched out his body, used biological radar to scan the city below, and locked onto an abandoned factory as his landing point. It landed silently, crushing the abandoned machinery with its huge feet, stirring up dust all over the sky; the moment it landed, its blood-red vertical pupils scanned the surroundings, taking in the layout of the abandoned factory and the surrounding environment.

The factory was dark and damp, with spider webs everywhere and a rotten smell. Demos hid his body, shuttled between abandoned pipes and machines, occasionally reaching out his tentacles to touch the rusty steel to test the texture; his body swept across the dusty ground, leaving a strange drag mark. While exploring, it sent bio-waves to the laboratory on the mother planet to report the situation on Earth, ready to make a big move and execute the cold command of "conquer and plunder", completely unaware that many resistance forces hidden on this planet were quietly gathering and ready to go.

Demos shuttled through the streets and alleys, and with his keen perception, he locked onto the strong smell of alcohol and chaotic brain waves emanating from Liu Dashan. It approached silently, and Liu Dashan was completely unaware of the danger approaching. He even bent down to pick up the gift that had just fallen when he hit the lamppost - it was a box of colored paintbrushes prepared for his daughter. His daughter loved painting, and this was one of the few small surprises he could give her. At the moment his fingertips touched the gift box, Demos suddenly exerted force, rushed out like a black lightning, and knocked Liu Dashan to the ground.

"Hiss—" Liu Dashan fell heavily on the ground full of gravel and sand. His body rubbed violently against the rough ground, and his clothes were instantly cut in many places, and his skin was also rubbed to pieces. His palms were the first to be hit, with large scratches on the palms and fingertips. The gravel was deeply embedded in the flesh, and blood oozed out instantly, gathering into horrible blood lines, winding and dripping. He was stunned by the fall, and his consciousness was blank for a moment. He only felt severe pain all over his body, as if it was falling apart. When he came to his senses a little, he looked around in panic and saw that the gift box prepared for his daughter was also blown away by the impact, and the colored paintbrushes were scattered all over the ground.

He was extremely anxious, thinking only of picking up the gift. He struggled to get up, dizzy, with his arms shaking to support his upper body, and his legs kicking wildly, trying to find a foothold. However, Demos was like a black lightning, and it pounced in front of him in an instant. Its huge body was wrapped in a fishy wind, pressing down like a mountain. Liu Dashan felt as if his chest was hit by a huge rock. He couldn't catch his breath and almost suffocated. The whole person was pressed back to the ground.

Then, countless wriggling tentacles of varying thickness, slimy and twisted appeared from Demos's body. They danced in the air, making creepy "rustling" sounds, like deadly pythons, emitting cold light and strong malice. The tips of the tentacles were as sharp as needles, piercing Liu Dashan's skin accurately, first his arms and thighs, then his neck and chest. For a moment, Liu Dashan's body was like fish nailed to a chopping board, unable to move.

Liu Dashan's eyes widened, bulging with fear, and bloodshot. At that moment, the fear in his heart was like a surging tide, completely dispelling the remaining alcohol in his body. The piercing pain came like a burning fire, spreading from every point where the tentacles penetrated to his whole body. He wanted to scream, but his throat seemed to be strangled, and he could only make a few weak "clucks". His body spasmed and twitched uncontrollably, but he could not break free from this fatal confinement.

He watched helplessly as his blood was quickly sucked dry by the tentacles, which were like greedy straws, and the warm blood in his body kept flowing out. His face, which was originally red due to drunkenness and pain, quickly lost its color and turned as pale as paper; then, due to lack of oxygen and blood loss, his face turned blue and purple, his lips were cracked, dark purple and swollen; finally, his vitality disappeared completely, and his whole face was gray and dull, as if covered by a layer of deathly haze.

In the last few seconds of his life, Liu Dashan's vision was blurred, and the images of his family flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern: his wife's gentle smile, his daughter's coquettish look... A turbid tear slipped from the corner of his eye, full of regret and reluctance. Until his body was completely cold and he had no breath, his eyes were still wide open, frozen in endless fear and despair. After sucking enough blood, Demos retracted his tentacles, and the light around him flashed a few times, as if he had satisfied a diner, and slowly moved his huge body away, letting Liu Dashan's broken body fall in a pool of blood, and continued to hide in the darkness, rushing to the next "hunting ground", leaving only a trace of tragic blood in this small town late at night, and quietly opening the prelude to an unknown crisis.