Chapter 35: Ultraman cannot interfere with humanity's choices, but I can!

Lina and Xin Cheng's consciousness instantly became blurry.

To rescue his companions trapped in the illusion, Da Gu directly brought the mysterious girl in the blue dress back to the TPC Far East Headquarters Base.

Inside the command center, the little girl stood before the huge screen, her ethereal voice echoing in everyone's ears.

She began to recount a forgotten history.

"Thirty million years ago, the Qijiera also once bloomed on earth."

"Not long after, the super-ancient civilization thus perished."

As her words fell, the entire command center fell into dead silence.

Naruto World, a dark underground cave.

"What?!"

Uchiha Madara leapt up from the stone seat, his Rinnegan eyes filled with disbelief.

"The Qijiera... would actually cause humanity's extinction?!"

"How is that possible?!"

"Isn't this flower, which can bring eternal illusion, exactly the perfect tool he has long dreamed of to achieve ultimate peace?"

"If the Qijiera leads to civilization's downfall, doesn't that mean his Moon's Eye Plan will ultimately drive the entire ninja world to utter destruction?!"

"Impossible!"

Madara instinctively denied this conclusion.

"The Moon's Eye Plan is a method left by the Uchiha ancestors to save the world; how could it possibly destroy the ninja world?!"

He furrowed his brow, his mind racing.

"This sky curtain has a problem!"

A thought suddenly flashed into his mind.

"It's Hashirama! It must be that guy Hashirama who did this!"

"Besides Hashirama Senju, he couldn't think of anyone in the ninja world capable of creating such a vivid, powerful illusionary sky curtain."

But this thought was quickly overturned by himself.

He knew Hashirama's body and that man's chakra down to every inch.

This is definitely not Hashirama's doing.

"Keep watching."

Finally, Uchiha Madara suppressed his doubts and sat back down on the stone seat.

Three-Body Fleet, command center.

An officer's thoughts surged up, filled with cold logic.

"A flower that can trap humanity in eternal illusion? It seems this race is bringing about its own demise."

Above the sky curtain, the images flowed.

Upon hearing the terrifying consequences of civilization's collapse, Da Gu finally grasped the seriousness of the situation.

But it was already too late.

The Qijiera's all-pervasive golden pollen had already, via the ventilation system, silently infiltrated every corner of the base.

The alarm never sounded again.

Everyone was affected!

Just then, a man stepped out from the shadows and stood beside the little girl.

It was her father, Lu Ke.

He looked at the anxious Da Gu and calmly said, "I am about to take my daughter and leave this world that is about to perish."

His words carried no emotion.

"Humanity remains unchanged from thirty million years ago, making no progress and utterly unable to control its desires."

"No!" Da Gu could not agree with Lu Ke's view.

He immediately summoned all the base's members, trying to wake them from the illusion.

"We must call on the world to destroy the Qijiera completely tonight!"

Faced with Da Gu's urgency, the response was everyone's apathy and resistance.

They were all intoxicated by the pollen-induced illusion, enjoying that false happiness.

The ever-respected Director Zejing was now lying contentedly in his chair.

"Da Gu, I admire you most in the Victory Team, but regarding the Qijiera matter, no."

Xin Cheng scratched his head, his face wearing an obsessed smile.

"I know the Qijiera isn't anything good, but I can't resist it!"

"In the illusion, I will never crash again!"

Lina's face was filled with intoxication.

"The Qijiera is nature's most beautiful gift to humanity."

Warhammer 40K World,

The Mechanicus High Magos's electronic eyes flickered wildly with red light.

"The Emperor's destiny for humanity is to conquer the stars, not to slumber in floral fragrance!"

"Every indulgent breath is a spit upon the great work Terra has bestowed!"

His mechanical arm slammed onto the control panel, producing a piercing metallic screech.

"The 'beautiful dream' of this alien flower essentially makes the soul forget its duty to burn for the Emperor!"

"What need does the Empire have for 'happy' slaves?"

What we need are hands that can swing iron picks in the radioactive wasteland, and the will to pull triggers on the vacuum battlefield!

This filth is corroding humanity's sacred ability to offer pain and sacrifice to the Emperor!

Offer loyalty to the Emperor!!

Cybertron.

Inside the Iron Fortress base, Optimus Prime gazed at the intoxicated humans on the sky-screen, a hint of deep worry appearing in his bright blue electronic eyes.

It wasn't Zejela that destroyed humanity, but humanity chose self-destruction.

At the Decepticon base, Megatron let out a disdainful cold laugh.

This is the result of humanity's own choice, unlike those previous foreign invasions.

Ultraman, you can't protect a bunch of idiots who actively seek death!

Earth, PIA headquarters.

Cheng Xin gazed at the sky-screen; her face showed no fear, but instead a hint of longing.

This Zejela... is it really that terrifying?

She muttered to herself.

If it could let all humanity obtain happiness, then living in a dreamlike illusion... seems... not unacceptable.

In the dream, everyone will obtain happiness, and the world will become peaceful.

Then, she spoke in a tone almost pleading.

I hope that this time, Ultraman will not interfere with humanity's choice again.

Upon the sky-screen, night had already fallen.

Da Gu walked alone along the city street awash in red lights and green wine.

Everyone around wore a blissful, entranced smile.

They greedily breathed the golden pollen filling the air, utterly sinking into a revelry of drunken dreams and death.

No one works anymore; no one thinks anymore.

The entire world has lost the will of being human.

Just then, an ancient and dignified female voice quietly sounded in his ear.

【Ultraman, will not interfere with humanity's choice】

It was a voice filled with deep pity.

The wind blew over Da Gu's icy cheeks.

He gazed at the revelrous, doomed apocalyptic scene before him, and suddenly drew the God Light Rod from his bosom.

The next second, he performed an operation that shocked all civilizations across the myriad heavens and worlds.

Ultraman cannot interfere with humanity's choice, but I can.

His voice was utterly resolute.

Because I am both light and human!

The moment his words fell, he raised the God Light Rod high in his hand!

Blinding light burst forth suddenly!