Ultra: Heroes Don't Ask Where They Come From

"Who are you?"

"I am... someone who connects two different worlds. Two worlds in different times."

"So what happened during the day was you..."

"Listen carefully, this is just the beginning."

"Just the beginning?"

"That's right. The past time will definitely flow into this place again... If this man still can't remember the promise, the time of this place will completely collapse and disintegrate. You and I are both completely helpless in this matter. Everything is caused by this man. It's useless for you to help him!"

"What's the promise?"

"..."

"Don't run!"

Before the man inside ran out, Xia Long turned around, and black mist quickly appeared, wrapped around him, and then melted him into the air.

When he appeared again, he was already in front of the God of Destruction hiding in the sea.

This god of destruction, which had been thrown into the Yangtze River in China, whimpered and moved. The movement of its huge body caused the surrounding fish, which were attracted by the red light on its chest and thought he was a dead animal, to flee in panic.

The riddler must have a reason for the riddle. Xia Long doesn't know and doesn't want to know the turtle's reason, but he guesses that it is not a very convincing reason.

"Forget the promise, everything is the man's own fault."

Xia Long chewed on the turtle's words, repeated them to himself, and then said.

"Is it because I was careless and didn't write the contract well, or is it because the Celestial Dragons don't understand the suffering of the world?"

The God of Destruction whimpered and expressed through mental transmission the truth that the Dragon Palace was not actually here. It was just that the form of a distant place overlapped with this place, but he had no way to trace it back through this connection.

"I didn't expect you to find it, but it's enough to know this. As long as they don't plan to invade, let them be."

Xia Long responded coldly to the God of Destruction. The God of Destruction lowered his head and sat down on the seabed again, with water flowing chaotically around him.

Another dimension? No, that's unlikely, at least it's not the Yabo people's another dimension, or is it caused by their advanced technology?

[That's true. If they fail to achieve their goal, then the consequences of time collapse will be something that even I can't solve. What are you going to do? ]

A teasing voice came from my mind.

[If you can't come up with any useful suggestions, just shut up.] Xia Long replied calmly, [Then I will work with Seven.]

【hehe……】

According to the plot, as long as his butterfly storm does not reach a level that changes the plot, the story will end peacefully as he remembers, and it would be best if he does not take action.

But when time collapses in a place, it is clear that it will not be just one person who pays the price. If so many people are affected and unexpected things happen, the situation cannot be left unattended.

At that time, he would also take action to deal with the people sent by Dragon Palace.

……

"In a little while, all the checks will be completed."

Sitting in a wheelchair and wearing patient clothes, the old man looked dazed and confused, saying nothing. He lowered his head and stared at the air as if he was chasing a mark in the void.

The nurse pushed the old man to where the TV was placed. There were two or three women sitting on two rows of sofas, probably family members of the hospital's patients.

There were people coming and going in the corridor next to them, and the nurse asked the old man to stop at a angle where he could see the TV clearly.

"Please wait a moment. I'll get the medical records."

The old man did not respond to the nurse's soft words, but still hung his head with a dazed look.

The music from the TV was playing something silently.

The old man turned his head slightly, attracted by the TV, but was stunned when he saw the TV screen, his eyes widened.

I don’t know what program is on TV now, but there is some piano music and flowers are fluttering.

It was inexplicably familiar. The screen was showing pink flowers blooming in the green grass, swaying in the wind. There were constant close-ups from different perspectives. The old man's eyes gradually became brighter, like a fish trying hard to break through a fishing net. The light in his eyes was as tiny as a knife hidden at the bottom of a spring. Memories kept emerging from his sight.

Half a year has passed, and television no longer surprises him, but the scenes on TV are the real murderer that he is familiar with.

"...Sunset...Flowers..."

He muttered something, and suddenly he exerted force with both hands, stood up from the wheelchair, and staggered back to the ward. Maybe it was because he did it too naturally, but the people around him didn't even notice anything wrong with him.

Only Xia Long, who was standing in front of him surrounded by black fog, noticed it.

He caught up with the old man, who was not followed by Seven, with steady steps.

The old man changed his clothes almost numbly and left the hospital. He walked out without being stopped. But the old man who walked out of the hospital didn't seem to know where to go. He just followed a certain thought in his heart and wanted to get there.

But no one could point out to him where exactly that was, whether it was his home from more than three hundred years ago, his younger self, or the sunset flowers that seemed to exist in his memory, in some precious memory.

"Get in the car."

A moving red taxi stopped beside the old man, and the passenger door opened automatically. The man in a white shirt and tie sitting in the driver's seat just looked straight ahead and said.

Xia Long looked at him, at the turtle. The old man also tried his best to narrow his eyes, but he only took a glance and went in.

Xia Long did not get in the car. He watched the car go away before he started walking towards the beach in another direction, where the waves were gradually rising.

……

The shaking of time and space soon began again,

Feng Sen Zhenghui, who drove to the scene, faced the flow of time and space. The sky gradually changed color, and invisible ripples spread around the city and town like the aurora. In the places illuminated by the aurora, objects began to distort and the temperature began to change.

The concrete roads kept disappearing, the traffic lights disappeared, the short one-story shops disappeared, the tall, white and clean offices disappeared, and even the sky was disappearing. Among the disappearing things, a strange and clearer blue sky was appearing.

The crowds of people fleeing outside forced Feng Sen Zhenghui to stop the car. He got out of the car and looked at the ever-changing scene in front of him, his mouth pursed up in a serious look, and then he rushed to the center against the flow of people without hesitation.

"Are you surprised? As far as I know, even the Land of Light would find it difficult to do this. Well, if your Blue Ultraman is still here."

But a voice made him stop abruptly.

In the eyes of Xia Long, who was walking over, Feng Sen Zheng Hui had become Zhu Xing Tuan the moment he turned back. Zhu Xing Tuan suddenly looked back. The old and resolute face stared at him sharply, or it might be better to call it Seven.

This is not the real world where the aging of actors cannot be reversed. It is not surprising that Seven turns into a young version of Moroboshi. I don't know why he insists on becoming an old man. Is he nostalgic for the years he spent in the past?

Xia Long walked several steps away from him, stood at the same level as him, and looked at the scenery in front of them calmly.

“This is about you again.”

Seven asked in a deep voice, his words were questions but his tone was a statement.

"You should have figured it out yourself. What relationship could a person from another dimension have with the person in the Dragon Palace legend?"

"In that case, what exactly do you want to do? Why do you stay on Earth all the time...! You were the one who contacted the Metrons before, right? What's your plan for specifically seeking out the aliens who have been hiding on Earth for many years?!"

The aurora spread across them, green ripples flowed, the ground beneath their feet was shaking, and they were gradually becoming the people in the painting before them.

Xia Long was not surprised that they knew that he had contact with the Metrons, after all, they had caused quite a stir. The Earth Defense Force was not so stupid that they could not find out that they were the Metrons. They were the largest authority on Earth.

If the Metrons were still clinging to Earth and refused to leave, they would probably be hiding now. But Xia Long did not feel the slightest bit of guilt about this.

"Same here. I've always thought that tachyons were just particles that travel faster than the speed of light. I never thought that the gathering of tachyons could allow the past to flow into the present."

Seven's eyes changed slightly, because this was also the result of the discussion among the technicians of the Ultra Guard.

"Is it urgent, Seven?" Xia Long said softly, "If you don't go now, it may be too late. You don't want to see the time collapse of this city. In serious cases, everyone may die."

Perhaps they would have said more, but the ground beneath their feet was turning to sand, the wind whipping up dust, and the smell of days gone by seemed to reach their nostrils.

Seven looked at him deeply, and seemed to grit his teeth. Then he turned and rushed towards the center of the time and space distortion.

The moment he turned around and ran, Xia Long felt his vision become dazed, as if he had returned to the time when he was watching "Seven".

The Kingdom of Light costume on Seven's body was changed into the Ultra Guard uniform, and his steps became agile and reckless. His figure changed and he became Feng Sen Masaaki again.

The young man, wearing the Ultra Guard, ran towards the center of danger without hesitation.