Ultra: Heroes Don't Ask Where They Come From

'The cosmic opera is about to begin.'

A thousand discordant voices, performed in a thousand different ways.

Children, old people, women, men, rude, pleasant, hoarse, cold... When all the voices are mixed together, they lose their own outlines and become something vague, but at least they can still clearly express the message they want to convey.

In the pitch-black space, a figure slowly walked in.

"If you want to tell me some science fiction story, you don't have to continue. I have something else to do tomorrow."

"Of course, what I said is closely related to you."

Glowing eyes, the red part of the body is like the hard surface of some kind of fruit shell, one hand has five flexible fingers, the other hand is a stiff sickle, and the abdomen is covered with yellow hard hair.

Most things in nature that are too brightly colored are poisonous, and the appearance of the Yabo people seems to have achieved some kind of purposeful combination of aggressiveness.

He moved naturally in this original form, and just by walking, Xia Long, who was observing him, reminded him of some kind of lump of flesh whose entire body was moving.

That's not to say that he is ugly, but he is just like that inhuman mass of flesh whose whole body is moving. After the brain reacts, it will give people a strong sense of fear and deterrence, just like peeping at the Old Ones and their descendants in the Cthulhu mythology.

Although the positioning of the Old Ones and Radsuju may not be equal, they are both terrifying things.

Especially after looking directly at it, people will subconsciously guess what is under the skin of the Yabo people. What is flowing is definitely not blood, but something more terrifying.

"I guess you must not be the common type of Yabo people."

"Cheers to your great nerves, I thought so too."

Although he himself is from Yabo, he still spoke in an unusually calm voice as if he had a good relationship with Xia Long, and used the word "think", as if he himself was not sure about the question.

"I guess you'll be a bit busy tomorrow, so let's get started."

As he finished speaking, the world was still pitch black. Xia Long felt a little confused, but did not show it.

Unless he is a genius in public speaking, even if Radsuju is Hitler, he can't win Xia Long's heart. In this case, does this guy want to use his "throat" that surpasses the level of human appreciation to say something that Xia Long cannot refuse in this dark environment?

If Xia Long didn't really want to hear it, he would sincerely want to kick the Yabo people...Radsuju out of all areas where life can be subjectively felt.

In human terms, he wants Radsuju to die.

"The story I am about to tell starts a long, long time ago. It is very brief. In my context, I can talk about it in just a few words. But how long it will actually take depends on how long God allows me to talk."

Xia Long didn't say anything, but his eyes revealed one thing: You Yabo people also have gods?

The Yabo people seemed to understand the meaning of his eyes; "All civilizations have gods. A world that can see the stars will definitely have religion. Some civilizations cannot get rid of them even if they have developed to a very advanced level."

"..."

Xia Long still didn't speak. He just stared at the Yabo man with cold eyes, as if urging him to speak.

——That was a story from a long, long time ago.

For humans, five years, five summers and five winters, is quite a long story.

In this story, five years cannot be a unit of measurement.

Ten years cannot be a unit of measurement.

A hundred years cannot be a unit of measurement.

Millennium cannot be a unit of measurement.

A civilization was once great. It occupied the highest level in the universe, and its growth was no different from that of all other civilizations.

Fight, peace, prosperity, rise and fall.

Civil war, foreign enemies, war, and treaties.

Develop, grow, core, grow.

But the most powerful force in the world is never the power of a certain intelligent life. No matter how big a ship is, it will be shaken by the wind and waves, and no matter how tall a building is, it will collapse in a tornado.

All civilizations can make their own shouts in front of the universe, but no one can prevent their voices from being drowned out by the explosion of the universe.

The Yabo civilization was a very powerful one, but at that time it could only fear before the end of the universe.

The rift can be repaired, the destruction can be complete, but if the existence is truly dying, nothing can continue it.

A fish without water will die.

But the water is disappearing, not flowing and drying up.

There is only one way to survive.

Get into a space where you can breathe.

That's what countless ancestors did, achieving feats beyond common sense.

That is, the deepest "subspace" that no one has ever been to.

In other words, the deepest place that no one can reach.

Move the entire civilization out of this universe and into that subspace.

But once you're in there, there's no way out.

So, first comes the reincarnation of the first universe.

That cycle lasted much longer than the current universe. That universe lasted for 68.4 billion years before being destroyed in the wars and advancements of several civilizations.

The entire Yabo civilization observed that universe only 7,436 times, with a total observation time of no more than three hours.

The Yawa civilization continued to grow during this time.

Grows into a monster.

No one can reach another space, no one can reach the universe again. The entire Yabo people grow up in the subspace and gradually become lifeless.

Then comes the reincarnation of the second universe.

The subspace kept the Yabo people alive, but it also restricted them because no one could escape from that cage.

No matter how much civilization develops, no matter how much the horizons expand, they are helpless, because in order to survive, the Yabo people also gave up the future.

Even if all the skills accumulated in this generation are like magic and miracles, the invisible "Intelligent Sons" will appear and the invisible ceiling will appear the moment of entry, preventing the Yabo people from coming out of the subspace.

Of course, life is tenacious and civilization is tenacious, so the civilization of the Yabo people is constantly improving.

Lost the pressure of survival, lost the oppression of class, lost the violence of life, lost the fear of the unknown.

All civil wars were completed in the first reincarnation, and all evolution, perfection, and stagnation were completed in the subsequent universe.

The same is true of all decay and destruction.

The birth and death of one universe, the birth and death of two universes, the birth and death of three universes.

The birth and death of ten universes, the birth and death of a hundred universes, the birth and death of a thousand universes.

The birth and death of countless universes, the birth and death of countless universes, the birth and death of countless universes...The Yawa people's unit of calculation is based on the birth to destruction of a universe.

Cannot be counted, cannot be changed, cannot be survived........

"So, when I saw your beautiful planet, I was intoxicated."

The scarlet cosmic man said.

"You could not have predicted that for this opportunity, there would be violent quarrels in the Yabo society, because if we were to appear, it would have to be your destruction."

"Time is short, shorter than you can imagine, so we decided to do it in an instant. We planned to abandon you, destroy you, and eat you without hesitation."

"Haha...what do you think I'm going to say? Do you think I'm going to say something pitiful to get your sympathy? No, you're wrong. I never intend to say that, and I'll never do that. We're all trying to survive. You're trying to survive for what you value, and we're trying to survive for what we value. There's no morality, no justice, and no fairness."

Radsuju finally said, "We will have a long time to spend together in the future and there are many things to talk about, but let's not talk about morality anymore. In the universe, that thing has no meaning."

“We are just fighting to survive.”