Rebirth: I am Ultraman Tiga

In the freezing cold room, the darkness seemed to have solidified, so thick that it was hard to breathe. The cold air was like sharp fangs, biting every inch of space mercilessly. The air was filled with suffocating cold air, which was like a living demon, corroding everything with its fangs and claws.

Commander Black took heavy steps, and each step seemed to carry a heavy malice. His footsteps echoed in the silent and cold ice room, like the sound of a death knell. He held a sharp saw tightly in his hand, and the blade of the saw flashed a cold light in the weak light. The light was gloomy and terrifying, as if it was eager to tear and destroy.

He slowly walked towards the frozen Tiga, his figure becoming more and more ferocious in the shadow of the ice room. Tiga was firmly imprisoned by the thick ice, like a precious treasure covered in dust, but also like a beautiful symbol that was about to be destroyed. Commander Black's eyes were full of coldness and ruthlessness, without a trace of mercy, it was a kind of indifference deep into his bones, as if he was not facing a hero with justice and power, but just a lifeless stone.

His eyes were like two bottomless black holes, swallowing up all possible warmth and sympathy. The chill in his eyes was even colder than the temperature in the ice room, making people feel despair and fear from the bottom of their hearts. In his eyes, there was no respect for life, no reverence for justice, only endless greed and evil desires.

Commander Black used the end of the saw to knock on Tiga's frozen body. The dull sound echoed in the silent and cold ice room, like the ruthless ringing of the death knell of doomsday. Every knock seemed to be a provocation to justice and a trampling on hope. The sound was heavy and depressing, like a demon arrogantly declaring its victory in the darkness, or like the footsteps of despair spreading in the deepest part of the heart.

Tiga's body, which was originally shining with light, now looked so fragile and helpless under the ice. His frozen body had no reaction to the malicious blows, but the vibrations caused by each impact aroused waves of anger and unyieldingness deep in his heart.

Commander Black didn't care about Tiga's silence at all. He was immersed in his own evil pleasure. His cold eyes stared at Tiga, as if he wanted to see fear and submission from him. But even in this extreme predicament, Tiga's eyes still flashed with a firm light, which was his persistence in justice and his determination to protect it. This light made Commander Black's anger burn even more vigorously.

Then, a cruel smile appeared on his hideous face. The smile was twisted and terrifying, and every wrinkle seemed to hide endless malice. The corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a row of uneven teeth, like a wolf about to pounce on its prey. There was no humanity in that smile, only pure evil and madness.

Without hesitation, Commander Black aimed the saw's teeth at Tiga's body and began sawing frantically. His arm muscles were tense, veins bulged, and all his strength was poured into this cruel action. The moment the saw came into contact with Tiga's body, a sharp friction sound suddenly rang out, the sound was so sharp that it seemed to pierce the soul, and every sound seemed to tear the curtain of hope, further revealing the abyss of despair in front of everyone.

As Commander Black moved frantically, the saw left shocking marks on Ka's body. Ice chips and sparks flew everywhere, as if they were the painful tears produced by the fierce collision between justice and evil. Every new scar was a harm to beauty and kindness, and every time the saw teeth went deeper, it was a blasphemy against light and courage.

Although Tiga's body was trapped by the ice and unable to move, his will became stronger in this painful torture. His heart was burning with anger, which was hatred for evil and anger at Commander Black's atrocities. However, he could not resist for the time being and could only endure it all silently, waiting for the opportunity to come, ready to give the enemy a fatal blow with the power of justice.

The cold air in the ice room seemed to be shocked by this cruel scene. They surrounded Tiga and Commander Black, as if trembling and hesitating, not knowing who to cheer for. Commander Black was completely trapped in his own crazy world. In his eyes, there was only Tiga, whom he regarded as an enemy. Only by completely destroying him could he satisfy his twisted desires.

Time seemed to freeze in this pain and madness, with only the sound of the saw echoing, as if telling the difficult test faced by justice and the temporary rampant evil. But everyone knows that justice may be late, but it will never be absent, and Tiga will eventually break free from this predicament and let the light shine on the earth again.

The moment the saw touched Tiga's body, a sharp and piercing friction sound was emitted. The sound was like the scream of a demon, instantly breaking the silence of the ice room. It was particularly terrifying in this cold and lifeless space. Each sharp cry seemed like a curse from hell, tearing apart people's souls.

Commander Black's movements became more and more crazy, his eyes were full of bloodshot, revealing endless madness and cruelty. His arms kept exerting force, his muscles were as tight as a steel cable about to break, and every swing was full of determination to destroy everything. The saw ruthlessly ravaged Tiga's body, leaving shocking marks. Those marks were like wounds torn by the devil, deeply engraved on Tiga's originally indestructible body. Wherever the saw teeth passed, sparks flew, flickering in the darkness for a moment and then quickly extinguished, as if Tiga's gradually fading light of hope. Each mark was like a heavy blow to justice, which made people terrified. Ice chips fell like snow, landing on Commander Black's hideous face, but it could not cool his fanatical heart of destruction at all. Tiga gritted his teeth and endured this inhuman torture, but the light in his eyes did not go out, that was the persistence of justice and the belief that he would never succumb to evil.

When Bunyu saw this scene, a mad smile instantly appeared on his ugly face, which was so exaggerated that it almost distorted his facial features. He opened his mouth wide, revealing a row of uneven, yellow and black teeth, and the corners of his mouth were exaggeratedly raised, all the way to his ears, as if this smile had gone beyond the scope of normal expressions and entered a state of extreme madness.

His laughter reverberated recklessly in the ice room. It was sharp, piercing, and fragmented, as if countless sharp blades were randomly cutting through the air. The laughter was full of evil and distortion, and every note was permeated with deep malice and perverted pleasure, as if the devil from the deepest part of hell was reveling recklessly.

There was a crazy light flashing in his eyes, which was hot and chaotic, like a blazing fire, but also with endless coldness and ruthlessness. His eyeballs bulged outwards due to excitement, bloodshot, and his eye sockets seemed to be torn apart by this excessive excitement. He stared at the cruel scene in front of him, his body trembling slightly due to extreme excitement, and every cell was immersed in the pleasure brought by this blood and brutality.

He felt excited and satisfied by the cruel scene in front of him, and this excitement did not come from normal emotions, but from a twisted and perverted psychological need. He seemed to have found the value and meaning of his existence in this bloody massacre. Every drop of splashing blood and every new scar became the nourishment of his inner desires, making him more and more intoxicated in this endless evil.

Tiga was freezing in extreme pain. The cold air around him was like countless cold blades, ruthlessly piercing every inch of his skin. The extreme cold seemed to come from the abyss of the universe, carrying endless malice, madly plundering the temperature of his body. His body had been eroded to the extreme by this extreme cold, every cell seemed to be frozen, every nerve seemed to be frozen, and the pain came like a tide, wave after wave.

His body had lost all feeling. His once powerful limbs were now as if they were pressed down by lead blocks, heavy and numb. His muscles no longer obeyed his commands, and his joints seemed to be rusted, unable to make even the slightest movement. His original keen perception also disappeared in the cold, and his sense of touch and pain seemed to have left him. He seemed to have fallen into a chaotic void.

However, his consciousness was still clear. In the depths of the seemingly chaotic darkness, Tiga's consciousness was like a flame that would never go out, burning tenaciously. Although his body had been conquered by the cold and pain, his heart still retained his persistence in justice and his perseverance in hope.

He wanted to resist, and every thought was a struggle against this cruel fate. He longed to break free from this endless pain, regain control of his body, and let the once extremely powerful force surge in his body again. He tried to mobilize every bit of his remaining will to attack the icy shackles that bound him, imagining that he could stand up again and use light and power to dispel the darkness.

However, reality is cruel. No matter how he screamed and struggled in his heart, he could not make a sound. His throat seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and all the anger and resistance were blocked deep in his heart, unable to be transformed into sound waves to be conveyed. The silent struggle was stirring in his mind, but it could only be trapped in this immobile body.

His heart was filled with anger, which was an extreme hatred for the evil deeds of Commander Black and Bunyu. This anger was like hot magma, rolling and surging in his heart, but he could not find an outlet for eruption. He wanted to immediately destroy these evil beings and dispel their darkness with the light of justice. But at this moment, he could only watch himself being tortured, powerless.

Helplessness followed him everywhere, tightly wrapped around his heart. He had saved the earth countless times, protecting life and hope, but now he was in such a desperate situation. He was helpless about his temporary weakness, helpless about not being able to fight back immediately, and helpless about not being able to protect the people he had always protected. This helplessness was like a heavy lead block, pressing on his heart, making him feel extremely heavy and painful.

But even so, Tiga still did not give up. He endured it all silently, turning pain and anger into the power of persistence, and turning helplessness and despair into seeds of hope. He told himself deep in his heart that as long as his consciousness was still there and his faith was not extinguished, he would have a chance to rise again and fight for justice again.

In this endless pain and darkness, Tiga is waiting, waiting for a ray of light to appear, waiting to regain his own power and spread the light of justice to this world shrouded in evil.

The following is a 1000-word expansion for you:

Meanwhile, Captain Yang Xue, who had just fallen asleep, was hovering on the edge of a deep dream. Her breathing was steady, and her face looked particularly peaceful in her sleep. However, the peace did not last long.

In that illusory and misty dream world, Yang Xue suddenly heard a voice with an echo. The voice seemed to come from the distant sky, and it seemed to whisper in her ear, ethereal and ethereal, with an indescribable heaviness and sadness. The voice said: "Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Yang Xue."

The sound of goodbyes was like waves, constantly impacting Yang Xue's heart. Each echo was filled with deep attachment and endless reluctance. Yang Xue was awakened by the sudden sound in her dream. Her brows were furrowed, and her eyes were full of confusion and uneasiness. She subconsciously asked, "Who is it?"

Then the voice said, "Yang Xue, please bury me on Earth. My existence may bring trouble to humans, but I love the Earth, I love everyone, and I want to sleep forever on Earth."

When Yang Xue heard this, her heart was shaken, and an ominous premonition came to her mind. She tried to think in this chaotic dream, recalling the familiar tone and breath. Suddenly, she seemed to be struck by lightning, and reacted instantly. With trembling lips, she said in a voice full of disbelief and grief: "It's Tiga, is it you?"