Ultra Galaxy: If you have a mountain in your heart, everywhere is the mountain behind you

Ugh...my whole body hurts...

Where am I...?

Fujishu opened his eyes in a trance, and all he saw were piled up wooden boxes, and the light was extremely dim.

This room looked like an unfinished house, with no signs of decoration and only a layer of gray-black cement on the load-bearing walls.

The room was filled with densely packed wooden boxes and iron barrels half a person's height.

Rather than a room, it looks more like a storage room, except that it occupies a much smaller area.

It was a little damp and cold, and there was a smell of dust.

"Earth in another universe?" Fujishu leaned on the wooden box and saw the layout of the house and a small advertisement pasted on the iron barrel. He realized that he had come to Earth in another universe.

I just don’t know which universe this is.

Fujiki looked at the tactical gloves on his hands and the intact Victory Team uniform on his body, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the clothes were not damaged except for being a little dirty.

This Victory Team uniform with Fujiki's name printed on the back carries an indelible story.

"Damn Luigi'er, you have no martial ethics at all." Fujiki stood up from the ground while enduring the pain all over his body. He complained when he thought about how he was kicked away by Luigi'er while he was growing bigger.

Damn, this is also a tribute.

Although he himself did not have much martial ethics when fighting, hitting someone and being hit are two different things.

Fujishu propped himself up and moved in the dimly lit room, heading towards the left turn in front where sparse sunlight was coming in.

In this room.

There are people.

He heard rapid breathing and a sound like someone whispering in a dream.

You will appear in this room.

There is a high probability that it was picked up by this person.

In the narrow room, Fujiki came to the corner that was blocked from view by the wooden box.

In this corner, you can see obvious signs of life.

A window was blocked by white curtains, an old TV was placed on a wooden box, and a brown leather jacket was hung on the wire mesh on one side.

On the simple single bed, lay a man with a painful look on his face. He looked to be around 27 or 28 years old, about the same age as Fujiki.

"Sera...Sera..." The man lay on the bed with his eyes closed, muttering to himself as if he was having a nightmare, with sweat covering his neck and forehead.

He looked miserable, like he was in some kind of torture.

Some kind of...mental torture.

"Himeya...Jun!?" Fujiki recognized the man's identity at a glance and exclaimed in surprise.

Ji Ya is right.

A real man who is called "quasi-brother" by countless people.

At the same time, he is also the adaptable version of Ultraman Nexus, carrying a heavy past and fighting desperately to save others.

Not many people understood him.

Some of the people he had saved would even point their guns at him.

In the continuous high-intensity battles, his body gradually became dilapidated and he had almost no time to rest.

Every time I fight in overload.

But even so, he never feared death.

Keep fighting.

As a hero.

"Who!?" Ji Yajun suddenly woke up when he heard a strange voice, sat up, and stared at Fujishu with a vigilant look on his face.

He had already stretched out his hand to grab the silver-white pistol beside the bed.

However, after seeing that strange uniform, he felt a little relieved and gave up the idea of ​​taking the gun.

"Hey, good morning." Fujiki found a wooden box to sit down in a very familiar manner, and then greeted Himeya Jun who stood up.

Although the light in the house was dim, judging from the light leaking from under the curtains, it should be daytime outside.

Fujishu was not very reserved, after all, the Warriors of Light were all family.

At least that's what he thought.

"It's you..." Himeya Jun wiped the sweat from his head, his tone filled with fatigue that was difficult to conceal.

He looked at the Victory Team uniform on Fujiki and asked, "Which organization are you from?"

Himeya Jun used to be a reporter and had come into contact with people from all walks of life, so he had a wide range of knowledge.

But he had never seen any organization wearing such uniforms.

The teams fighting against the alien beasts wore different clothes from him.

In addition, Fujishu fell from the sky, which made Himeya Jun very curious about Fujishu's identity.

"I am the staff officer of the Earth Peace Coalition Organization TPC, and also a member of the Victory Team, Fujishu." Fujishu explained his identity to him, but soon he smiled again, "But this organization only exists on Earth in another universe."

"Another universe?"

"Yes, I am from another universe."

"But... don't ask me why you came to this planet. I won't tell you even if you ask."

Ji Yajun: "......"

Himeya Jun fell into a brief moment of contemplation.

Thinking that the concept of the multiverse is actually real.

Soon, he seemed to have thought of something.

He picks up the silver-white dagger beside the bed and evolves it into the Truster, a mysterious item that allows him to transform into Nexus.

Feel the light beating like a heartbeat among the evolution believers.

He raised his head.

Asked Fujiki: "Are you... also the one chosen by Light?"

His eyes were calm, but with a hint of anticipation that was difficult to conceal.

This vicissitudes of life man usually does not reveal his emotions too much, but in fact he is very lonely inside.

He’s very strong, but he’s also human.

At this moment, he is also looking for the meaning of obtaining light.

He often thinks about it.

Why did I, who once killed Sera, receive this light?

What has been the meaning of fighting all along?

Is this... my path to atonement?

Or...my mission?

Besides, deep down in his heart, he also realized that fighting alone was...too lonely.

In his eyes with a ray of expectation.

Fujiki smiled and nodded at him.

"Yes."

After getting a positive answer.

A long-lost smile appeared on Himeya Jun's face.

He smiled.

It's like a person lost on the road at night who found a bright street lamp.

"I see."

He didn't ask where the light on Fujiki came from because it didn't matter.

At this moment, he already knew that there were other people walking the same path as him.

that's enough.

"Where are you going next?" asked Ji Yajun.

"Well..." After hearing this question, Fujishu pondered for a while.

I came from the Earth in another universe, and my identity in TPC is useless on this Earth.

He is now considered an illegal resident.

No legal status.

Even renting a house is difficult.

Fujishu looked around the room full of clutter, and without much hesitation, he said, "I see your house is quite big. If you don't mind, I'll stay here."

These words, which could almost be described as a reversal of host's position, stunned Jiya Jun for a moment when he heard them.

"Don't worry, I will find a job to pay the rent with you. Also, after I recover for a while, I can help you fight the monsters."

"Don't look at me like this now. Actually... I am also a warrior who has experienced many battles."

"Warriors of light should help each other."

Facing Fujiki's familiar words.

A trace of confusion appeared on Jiya Jun's face.

But in the end he nodded.

"Ok."

I don't know...what the future will be like...

He thought so.