Rebirth of Shadow Ultraman

What surprised him even more was that the energy he had always called special energy was very similar to light particles, but there were some differences.

This is also an important reason why his body shape is similar to Ultraman's after becoming gigantic. However, that energy always makes him feel somewhat flawed.

It's like there's a piece missing from a puzzle, and no matter what else is used to complete it, it will never be the same piece.

That kind of flaw makes it difficult for him to become perfectly huge. Even if he has enough energy to support it, it is just a body made of light particles.

To be more precise, it is a shell with no power. If it is maintained for a long time without being attacked by others, it will be difficult for him to maintain it.

After confirming with the future again, Maki Shuo fell silent. It turns out that Mirai noticed the light particles in his body when he saw him for the first time, and what he thought was a deception actually deceived himself.

The light he had been pursuing from beginning to end turned out to be... within his body.

Maki Shuo fell into confusion. Albert actually knew the Ultraman Geying he mentioned casually. Judging from the style of the body, it seemed that he really came from super ancient times.

what is this? Did my lie come true?

But...where this light comes from, and whether it has anything to do with his own time travel, remains to be verified. At least for now, he is not a "human body selected by light."

Countless messy thoughts flashed through her mind, and Zhen Mu Shuo felt her head aching. The joy of seeing Taylor had already been thrown out of the sky.

He forced a smile, said goodbye to the future, and turned back to his room. He tried to guide the light particles in his body to the palm of his hand. As the energy was mobilized, a faint light appeared in his palm, illuminating his stunned face.

"Gai Ying, who are you?"

He raised his eyes and looked out the window, the light in his palms reflected in his eyes, and he murmured with a bit of panic in his confusion.

"In other words, who am I?"

This feeling of being manipulated made the fear in his heart inexplicably increase, as if every choice in his memory had been artificially adjusted.

Are the choices he thinks he made by himself, really just him?

The fear in his heart became increasingly difficult to control, and he unconsciously wanted to go in a worse direction. He carefully recalled everything he had experienced in the past in his mind, but he soon found that it was difficult to recall the memories of his childhood.

It seemed that he had just forgotten it with the passage of time, but even in the past there were always some profound memories, but he could not recall any fragments from his childhood.

Where to go to school? where do you live? Have you ever moved? Did he remember this before traveling through time? If he doesn't remember, then why hasn't he noticed anything unusual for so many years?

In the midst of these random thoughts, fatigue and sleepiness gradually came to his mind, allowing his brain that was active due to inexplicable conjectures to gradually calm down.

The soreness all over his body reminded him every moment that rest was what he should do. He had just gone through a tough battle and suffered several heavy blows to his abdomen and back, which had already weakened him.

His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and Maki Shuo gradually closed his eyes. Light particles spontaneously circulated throughout his body to heal his injuries. His frown gradually relaxed, and his breathing gradually became even.

The next day, the sunlight shining into the room through the window shone on Maki Shuo's face. It seemed that his sleep was disturbed by the light. He yawned and got up.

After stretching, I still felt some pain in various parts of my body, but it was undoubtedly much better than what I felt yesterday. He pressed the center of his brow lightly, but there was still swelling and pain there. It was too difficult to use his mind power to mobilize the huge power after all.

"last night……"

He recalled the rare panic and random thoughts last night and sighed. Looking back, his impression of himself was that of an ordinary person, and he was unremarkable from beginning to end before traveling through time.

Who will plan for themselves? What's more, even if Gai Ying really exists, how could a life form of light do such a dark thing.

It's not that he is too sensitive, it's just that maintaining himself is too important. Just like after Beria's darkening, who can definitely say that his choices are all his own decisions?

Is he the one who decides in the end, or is it the soul of the Rebrando star?

He can give up power, or even give up becoming light, but he must be his own independent individual.

He never wanted to experience the feeling of everything being influenced and manipulated by others. Coupled with the inexplicable memory, this made him confused.

Such a situation frightened him far more than an invincible enemy. After yesterday's battle, his thoughts were inevitably shaken.

People's calls truly reached his ears and really gave him the strength to stand up again.

That's the power of hope and bond, the hope of people and the bond of their teammates.

That kind of warmth made people want to touch him, and it also made him realize that blindly seeking power would not find any answers.

Feeling that the freely controlled light particles in his body gradually recovered under the sunlight, he was a little stunned.

"Is this what light is about?"

He seemed to understand why some Ultraman would explode with incredible power in desperate situations. Ultraman's battle cannot fail. Such a battle is lonely, but not lonely.

You are not fighting alone, but you can only face the enemy alone.

He couldn't help but think of the world before time travel, when he once sat in front of the TV and waited for Ultraman to play. When he cheered for Ultraman, he tried to hold back tears and looked at the TV screen.

Those touches that Ultraman once brought to him.

I can't retreat, behind me are thousands of lights.

Ultraman's battle is a battle that must be won, because once you lose, what you protect will be destroyed.

There's no way you can win...I don't understand.

The light particles in his body were pulsing slightly, seeming to be excited for him to remember it again. The scene of his first transformation last night was still vivid in his mind.

(Let’s call it transformation...)

"Will you use this power to protect me?"

There is such a question vaguely in my memory, it seems like it was a long time ago, but the person who asked it is not in my memory.

Zhen Mu Shuo looked at the rising sun outside the window, breathed a long sigh of relief, and nodded vigorously.

"Although I'm just a shell, I'm also light now, right?"

He asked himself, but then he was relieved. Does light really matter? The Babar star in Ultraman Orb and the Zamsha in Mebiusri are also not lights, but they still tried their best to protect the things they care about.

"I, too, have something I want to protect."