When Ultraman appears in reality, however:

I lay quietly on the bed that I was so familiar with, as if it was my warmest harbor. At this moment, a thick sleepiness as thick as ink surged towards me like a tide, instantly drowning me.

I don’t want to do anything at this moment. I just want to lie quietly in bed and wrap the soft quilt tightly around myself, like a silkworm pupa in a cocoon.

I listened attentively to the sound of raindrops outside the window. The raindrops hit the window and fell on the ground, making a crisp and pleasant sound, as if playing a wonderful lullaby, luring me into a sweet dream.

The soft and clean bed beneath me was like a huge magnet, deeply attracting me. I could clearly feel my legs, which were sore from walking for a long time, gradually becoming weak as if they had lost their support.

My whole body became heavier, as if it was being pressed down by an invisible mountain. At the same time, an indescribable feeling of extreme fatigue quickly surged into my heart like a flood that broke through a dam, making it almost impossible for me to resist.

Looking back on this long and arduous journey, those days of sleeping in the open air, those moments of exhaustion, are now a thing of the past.

At this moment, I can finally rest in peace. All the pain and fatigue are released and relieved at this moment.

However, even though my consciousness was already blurred, I was still relying on the last bit of willpower to struggle hard against the powerful sleepiness.

I snuggled in bed, twisting my body unconsciously, trying to find a more comfortable position. The Genesis spring bed beneath me squeaked under my pressure, and the sound was particularly harsh in the silent room.

What's strange is that I don't remember modern beds reacting like this? Is it because I'm too tired and it's an illusion? Or is this bed designed in some special way?

I glanced at the light brown wooden floor, a familiar feeling came over me, and I felt a gentle draft of air blowing out of the dark gap outside the door.

Although the heavy sleepiness enveloped me like a heavy curtain, making me feel extremely sleepy, I didn't know why I couldn't fall asleep peacefully. Shouldn't I just fall into a deep sleep like this?

I thought so in my heart. However, at this moment, a strange thing happened - a silver dagger-like object suddenly appeared in my hand. It lay quietly in the palm of my hand, flashing a faint and mysterious light.

What on earth is this? With a heart full of doubts, I gently touched the sword with my fingertips. Instantly, a strange feeling came over me, and I saw a lot of bright red blood on my fingertips.

The blood was warm and moist, flowing slowly and soon coating my entire fingertips red.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but panic, and my body reacted subconsciously. I quickly jumped out of the bed and used all my strength to turn on the light switch in the room.

I heard an uncomfortable "sizzling" sound, and the originally dark room was instantly illuminated by bright lights. The soft and comfortable big bed still exuded an alluring atmosphere, as if calling me to jump on it again to enjoy the warmth and comfort.

But at the same time, the dark and deep space outside the room successfully attracted my attention, making me want to find out more.

I have been afraid of the dark since I was young. That’s because when I was a kid, I once saw a skeleton on the third floor. I don’t know who was testing it or what it was. That rainy night, as lightning flashed across the sky, I saw a skeleton standing on the staircase mezzanine when I was young.

Since then, I have been having nightmares.

But something was wrong. The light in the room did not illuminate any space outside the door. This was obviously not normal. I went back to the bed and prepared to read the diary.

However, there was nothing on it, but for some reason, the silver dagger-like object appeared on the table, and there was a red pen next to it.

Look at the blue words on the diary again: You are very tired, Yue Ji, take a nap.

I... picked up the red pen.

[It’s hard sometimes.]

Yue Ji wrote the red words under the blue font.

【In fact, it’s difficult most of the time. 】

【But thank you. 】

About everything.

Yue Ji didn’t know why he wrote it down.

【It's scary, but I'll keep trying...】

【If you are willing. 】

After writing this sentence, Yue Ji turned his head to look at the silver dagger-like object beside the diary.

[I just don’t know what could be more horrible, more painful. ]

The handwriting fell, but...

Snapped……

A drop of water fell on the diary, causing the paper to wrinkle. The sad music still echoed in Yue Ji's mind. The emotions were so intense, but Yue Ji did not cry.

But the tears still dripped down, as if beyond the control of reason.

The lonely figure continues to write.

【Looking back to see how far I have come. 】

The display in front of Yue Ji suddenly changed. It was him laughing in elementary school, him growing up in junior high school, him being silent and saving himself in high school. Then, Yue Ji in the screen woke up from the bed and looked at the heavy rain outside the window.

Looking at the screen that was constantly broadcasting, Yue Ji just continued to write in red font.

【Or, looking forward and finding nothing. 】

【But do I have a choice?】

Yue Ji sat up, and his life kept flashing back on the computer screen. The boy picked up the Evolution Truster, as if everything had returned to the starting point.

He opened the door and stepped into the endless darkness. Looking back again, the bedroom filled with warm light was right in front of him.

Yue Ji faced the last safe haven, ignoring the wet face, and just retreated lightly.

In his vision, the light is getting dimmer and dimmer, and the only safe haven is slowly moving away. But looking back, can that safe haven really heal him? Or will he still be filled with pain and die in a lonely future?

In the darkness, hallucinations kept coming, Yue Ji roared, and finally inexplicably transformed into Nexter.

He fought The One, thought about his next plan, fought giant dinosaurs in the Kingdom of Life, but ignored the complexity of human civilization.

Drop by drop, scars remain.

Even though he saw the fire in Chicago, even though he saw the people around him getting hurt because of him, even though he saw that the Kyrieloids were slandering and trying to control the world.

Even though... he defeated Dark Zagi, even though he should have died in that end-of-world place.

Even if it costs him his life, he would still pick it up and stuff it back into his stomach.

I’ve come… a long way.