Ultra: Heroes Don't Ask Where They Come From

[The first volume mainly tells how the protagonist gains power, the length is not too long, the second volume starts to enter the mystery]

【Brain Storage】

"Are you okay? Wake up!"

The city that was burned by the raging sea of ​​fire has become a scorched ruin, and the black smoke is still billowing up. The living people are wandering hopelessly among the broken walls, clinging to hope among the ruins and charred ashes.

When the man opened his eyes, all he saw was a blurry human face and thick clouds that blurred the edges of the child's face. It was so dark and deep that he thought it was going to rain. It took him a long time to realize that it was the black smoke that colored the clouds.

Although the weather itself was terrible.

Three days had passed since the fleet's first unannounced declaration of war on the undefended city. The belated declaration after the bombing and the ruthless and cruel threat of military force had already made this planetary civilization, which had not yet entered the interstellar age, understand a tragic and desperate fact.

This is not war, it is slaughter. This is not peace, it is conquest.

To describe it with a familiar example, it is like when Columbus was surprised to discover the New World, he found that it was a colony flowing with milk and honey, and abundant cheap labor. This place is not even worthy of being called a civilization, it is just a "slave coast."

"Where is this...?"

His throat was as if hoarse, dry and smoking. The words he spoke also lacked strength, and the strange language was uttered in an unfamiliar way. Combined with his physical condition, it sounded like a groan.

"This is Kanilge, are you okay, uncle?"

A tender voice sounded, and the sight gradually focused. The child's face was all black and gray, and it was unrecognizable. But what shocked the man the most was that the child's face completely exceeded the standard of acceptable objects for human reproduction.

The skin-like surface of his face, vaguely revealed under the black and gray, was white with a hint of green, like green leaves shaking with dew on the roadside in the early morning, but it was covered with dull dust raised by the speeding cars. His eyes seemed swollen as if they had been cried, and his red and dry green pupils were open.

His heart was shaking, and he tried to open his mouth, but he couldn't speak, the words were stuck in his throat. He felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Uncle, don't get excited, take your time."

The child immediately spoke hastily. His words were somewhat mature, but it was hard to explain clearly how this maturity could be felt.

It is like a child, in a familiar environment, learns knowledge that he does not understand in essence, and which is not knowledge that should be acquired at this age. The contrast and proficiency create a sense of maturity.

"I'm fine..."

After waiting for a long time, the man finally uttered the unpleasant words. The hoarse voice probably came from either an inflamed throat or a dehydrated throat.

He wanted to cough, but the feeling in his throat made him feel that if he coughed, his dry throat would spit out blood. He barely supported himself and tried to stand up, and the child held his arm and helped him.

The man looked around blankly, feeling for a moment as if he were dreaming.

The flames had long been extinguished, but the remaining temperature was still burning people in the air. Houses collapsed and all kinds of broken ruins were charred. He raised his hand, and his hand rose from a group of brick dust and stones. He looked at himself in surprise, and then looked around involuntarily. Except for the child who was holding his arm, he could see scattered people wandering around, but there were very few of them. Their clothes were worn and dirty, and their faces were full of lifelessness and numbness.

The man's neck stiffened and he turned his head to look.

The surroundings were unfamiliar scenes, with burnt walls and scattered bricks, stones and steel bars, or at least some similar building structures on the ground. Large areas of houses were destroyed. Only a few people were walking around in a daze in the sight, and some were squatting down to dig things out from under the rubble.

Their clothes were tattered and dirty, but they all had one thing in common - sad and depressed expressions, almost numb, and a plant-like appearance. They had humanoid limbs and similar structures to humans, but in subtle ways, they walked in different places. They were not human. In the dim sky, they even looked like a group of black shadows, some kind of dead spirits.

“This is, this is…”

He kept repeating in a dry voice.

"They were looking for anything left," said the child; "but it's gone, everything. Everybody's gone. It's a relief to find you, uncle, alive."

Right - me, what am I like?

The man lowered his head and looked at his hands.

However, what surprised him was that in his eyes, his hands flickered like unstable data. When he lowered his head, his yellow-skinned and white hands flashed like an electric current and turned into a white with a hint of green, just like the people around him. He tried to blink, but he felt that his left and right eyes were divided into different threads, and the self in his eyes became unclear and flickered continuously.

He blinked and blinked, feeling his eyes sore and his head dizzy. After a long time, the things in his eyes finally stabilized and turned into - green.

The man's lips trembled and he couldn't say anything.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

The child was worried again. The man was suddenly awakened, he looked at the child, and an ugly smile appeared on his face;

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm just a little tired... I just don't understand why it turned out like this."

"...Yeah, how could it become like this?"

The child was probably thinking about the disaster, his eyes were drooped and his expression was sad.

Even though he was young, he was equal in the face of disaster. He was lucky enough to survive this disaster, and his heart was squeezed and beaten. He had already suffered all the pain from the beginning, so he did not leave or wait to die, but used his own hands to dig out things from under the ground.

He didn't find what he wanted to find, although he didn't even know what he wanted to find, but... at least, he saved a person, and he was really happy. However, the source of pain has not changed, and joy will disappear in the face of greater sorrow. Yes, how could it become like this? We did nothing wrong, why did we suddenly encounter such a thing?

The man didn't stay in sentimentality for too long. He thought for a moment and then said softly;

"I've been trapped here for a long time. Can you tell me what happened outside?"

The child was startled, then seemed to understand the problem, thought silently for a while, and then spoke; "I don't know, it's just that suddenly, many meteors appeared in the sky, like bombs, and they destroyed this place after falling, and then a strange voice said in the sky; 'This is the first warning, we are about to occupy this planet, we will give you a month, after that, we will go to the capital of this planet.' I don't know why, but they wanted to fight us, and many people died."

This is a completely unfamiliar language, but the man can understand the meaning of this speech very clearly, from the smallest words to the largest grammar, very accurately giving the same information as the object in his mind, which is why he finds it incredible. Not only because of the language problem, but also because of the problem behind the language.

"This is aggression, and it is extremely bad aggression..."

The man whispered.

Perhaps because of the dramatic changes in his surroundings, he found it so easy to accept these incredible things.