Ultra Fighting Legend

The world of dreams.

"Oko, Asuka, Gamu, Fujimiya... none of them have any impression of the Heisei Ultraman series. They even think that it is impossible for them to be Ultraman..." Standing alone in the park Here, Yuanquan was really helpless: "This situation is definitely a hint given to them by that guy Eryuan."

"Generally speaking, this will never happen, but this is the world of dreams, and all development comes from Eryuan itself." After thinking for a while, Yuanquan murmured: "Could it be Eryuan? Subconsciously, Yuan doesn’t think they are Ultraman, or...is this the setting Zaki gave them to this world?”

In a world that seems normal but is actually an illusion, although Source can stay awake, he cannot find a way to break the illusion.

"In addition...why is there no solitary family?" This is a question that Yuanquan came up with after seeing the friends of Eryuan who have been together since childhood. Basically, these people live in this city, even if they are adventurers. The little light is still in the city for the time being.

But there is only one person who is not there, and that is Gumen Yihui.

No matter who it is, the only impression they have of Gumen is that they are still fighting on the front line, and they cannot come back for a year.

Because of this, no one saw Gumen for a long time.

But this incident made Yuanquan keenly aware that something was wrong.

Has the Gumen been fighting on the front lines?

Why is it solitary?

Could it be that... Zhaji deliberately did not materialize the Solitary Clan, but just fabricated a false memory of the Solitary Clan fighting on the front line, and then made them think that was the case.

So the key to breaking the situation lies in this lone door that does not exist?

Yuanquan is very distressed. There is only one person in the whole world who is awake. It feels uncomfortable to be awake alone when everyone else is drunk.

"Hey! Yuan! What are you doing here!" Just when Yuanquan was meditating alone, such a gentle shout echoed in Yuanquan's ears. When he raised his head, he saw the child gathered around him. Musashi with a gentle smile.

"Musashi? Why are you here?" Yuanquan stood up and said with some surprise: "You...are here to take care of the child?"

"Ah, let's take the children for an outing." Musashi smiled and touched a child's head: "Ayano, Juri, the children will be left to you for the time being."

"Well, don't worry." Ayano responded with a smile.

"Go early and come back early." Juri responded.

Musashi pushed aside the children's shield and stood in front of the source. Looking at his childhood friend, Musashi also showed a clear smile.

"You, you have been running around us the past few days. Everyone who sees us says that we are Ultraman." Musashi sat next to the source and looked at Ayano, who was surrounding the children, and the children. Juri asked, "What kind of Ultraman am I? I think I'm called... Ultraman Gauss."

"To be honest, it's hard for me to imagine what Ultraman Gauss looks like. I..."

"Then what if I say, I know what Ultraman Gauss looks like?" Yuanquan's eyes lit up, as if he had found something important: "Not only you, but also Dagu, Asuka and the others, all of them I can imagine the image of an Ultra Warrior!"

"Yes, that's it!" Yuanquan stood up and shouted excitedly: "If you don't believe that you are Ultraman, then I will let you know what kind of Ultraman you are!"

As he said that, Yuanquan patted Musashi on the shoulder, with a look of relief on his face: "As expected of you, Musashi, for making me think of such a good idea."

"I don't know anything." Musashi spread his hands, feeling helpless: "You said you wanted to create an image of Ultraman or something, but I really don't know what to say."

"Don't worry, let me help you remember." Source gave a thumbs up: "You are a loving warrior, Ultraman Gauss."

Yes, if they can be reminded that they are Ultraman, will there be flaws in this dream world?

Can this dream world be shaken out of its flaws?

And as long as there is a little flaw, the source can continue to destroy the world.

Although it is not certain, in the current situation, it can only be said that a dead horse is treated as a live horse doctor.

"Although I don't know what you want to do, Xiao Hui may not necessarily agree." Musashi spread his hands: "In short, it depends on yourself."

"That's what I said, why wouldn't Xiaohui agree with me?" Yuanquan beat his chest loudly and held it in his arms: "Just wait, you guys are waiting for my news!"

Seeing Yuanquan running back in a hurry, Musashi shook his head helplessly.

"This guy, I originally wanted to introduce Juri to him."

…

"No!" With her hands crossed in front of her, Xiao Hui righteously rejected Yuanquan's idea: "You said you want to spend money to make a giant banner or something like that, I absolutely don't agree with it!"

"Please, this matter is really important to me." In front of Musashi, he beat his chest loudly, the source of his confidence, but in front of Xiaohui, he put his hands together and prayed continuously.

...Although it may seem embarrassing, in reality there is nothing we can do about it.

After all, if this was his Xiao Hui, he could find many ways to make Xiao Hui agree.

But this is Er Yuan's Xiao Hui, and many methods cannot be used. Yuan Quan cannot really touch Xiao Hui, and must maintain a clear dividing line.

So he really had no choice but to beg like this.

"During the time when you were injured, our family's expenses were quite high, and we didn't have much cash available for turnover." Xiaohui twirled her fingers helplessly and counted them bit by bit: "The medical expenses for treating your injury, Living expenses, and the cost of the last dinner party..."

“Everything requires money.”

"This world is false, and money is also false, so it doesn't matter even if you spend it!" Yuanquan said this without thinking.

"Really, why are you still crazy?" Holding Yuanquan's face with both hands, Xiao Hui felt helpless: "What a false world, you are here, I am here, everyone is here, this is the real world. .”

"No, I have always known that this is..." As he said that, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in Yuanquan's mind, and this inspiration passed so quickly that Yuanquan didn't catch it at all.

Only the feeling of loss echoes in my heart, no matter how much I think about it, I can't recall it.

"We have only been married not long ago, and we still have to live together and raise a baby together. There is still a long time to come."

"Although you have some small hobbies, everything must be moved forward. Our lives are in front of us. No matter how hard it is, I believe we can overcome it together."

"I will definitely be able to live a good life." Xiao Hui leaned forward, wanting to get close to Yuan Quan's face.

But Yuanquan reacted immediately and quickly turned his head to the side.

"But... Hui, our cognitions diverge at this moment, and in this way, can you recognize that I am not your source?" said the source who turned away.

"No, you are my source." Xiao Hui shook her head and said affirmatively: "I will definitely remind you."

Yuanquan was speechless. This difference in cognition made it impossible for him to communicate with Xiaohui. What he thought was false was actually what Xiaohui thought was true.

This is also the pain of waking up alone when everyone is drunk, watching helplessly everything is completely different from what I know, but there is no way to stop it.

Either continue to suffer like this, or sink with everyone else.

It was only at this moment that Yuanquan realized the horror of such a thing.

Maybe the reason why he was able to clearly maintain his consciousness was because Zaki deliberately did this, allowing him to stay awake in such a world, and then gradually sink, and finally surrender.

Let the source fall willingly.

Thinking about it this way, Zaki's intentions are indeed extraordinary.

He is not a step-by-step person either.