Chapter 1585

NO. 199: No Expectations

The Beast Sect has many followers who misunderstand its teachings, and I am among them.

——The Yuechi Xiangzheng who returned from the Gu Lan Ji Nie Er Ju Yuan thinks this way.

The more one pursues the form of a 'monster,' the deeper one sinks into its shadow; eventually, one ceases to be human.

This is not about upholding morality.

Rather, the foundation of humanity has never been morality, because every era in human history has had different social moral standards; this kind of flexible baseline, which shifts constantly, is only taken up and reshaped in peaceful times to forge the reins that guide civilization.

At the same time, it guides one's worldview; only after sufficient experience can one undergo a conceptual reshaping and truly recognize humanity's foundation—will.

It is the polishing of concepts, the forging of desires, the baptism of awakening, shaping a self that truly belongs to you.

It distinguishes neither nobility from baseness nor goodness from evil.

It is an absolute, timeless standard that determines your clarity; once lost……

What are you now?

Are you still Yuechi Xiangzheng? Or is the High Priest of the Beast Sect you? Or have you become a beast, lost and rampaging in the pursuit of long-vanished light, desiring only to destroy everything?

SpaceBeast.

Alien Beast, the primary antagonistic monster species in Ultraman Nexus, feeds on human emotional fears, possesses the traits of preying on humans and proliferating, took up most of the villainous roles in the Ultraman Nexus movie prequel and TV series; however, the ultimate enemy is a pitch-black God of Destruction forged by an alien civilization imitating Ultraman Noah.

【DarkZagi】/【Hei'an Zagi】

A biological weapon created modeled after the legendary Ultraman, the Light's Savior Ultraman Noah.

However, though it was a biological weapon meant to eliminate Alien Beasts, it gradually awakened self-awareness in the process of destroying them—an awareness that knows no fear but yearns for destruction.

It even clings to the obsession of destroying its prototype, Ultraman Noah, as well.

And when facing Hei'an Zagi, who shifted from guardian god to god of destruction, the civilization that created it chose decisively—to detonate its homeworld and utterly erase Zagi from the universe!

Obviously, they failed.

Not only did they fail, but they could only flee en masse to Earth, ushering in the Earth Defense Force's Black Technology Golden Age, which is precisely half the beginning of the Ultraman Nexus stage.

The other half is the Primordial Alien Beast being chased by Noah to Earth, where it crash-landed, and its scattered cells drifted across the world.

This was originally unrelated to Hei'an Zagi, yet Zagi lurks in the shadows of everything, becoming the story's ultimate antagonist.

Will it still remember its original directive at birth? Obviously, it would scoff at it.

It would think that this is merely a trivial shackle imposed by its creator, and that only the will to destroy everything truly belongs to it—completely distinct from the past, just as a child often regards their own reasoned ideas as the basis and confidence of rebellion, believing they have become mature and independent.

Especially when you have an excessively outstanding brother, whom everyone sees and praises, regarding your achievements as what twin brothers ought to naturally have.

You despise him, gradually begin to wish for his disappearance, and even start to wish to destroy him yourself.

You want to become a truly independent individual, not bound by baseless familial expectations, wanting to destroy your origin, your past, and even everything in the present!

As long as everything is destroyed, that's fine.

Only destruction can turn everything into exactly what one desires.

And in this process, every struggle, every resistance, everything that lets him relate emotionally to the past will feel like all the more satisfying seasoning when he crushes them with his hand.

He once greatly enjoyed all of this, though he did not obviously show it; but when the niece from another universe, wielding the power to freeze the past, sees himself as an obstacle indistinguishable from the past, it is like a bowl of lukewarm water splashed on his face.

He cannot help but be startled, cannot help but hesitate.

Hesitation is a manifestation of reflection, and what that reflection brings is not shame or remorse, but resentment and a desire for destruction.

Yes, not even killing intent.

This is common knowledge within the Beast Sect: although the High Priest often takes action, he never directs killing intent toward any individual.

He has never felt extreme hatred or extreme hostility; he simply never spares efforts in pouring out destruction, because he grows weary.

To be frank, his patience is not low; his sociable nature, which can chat a few sentences with anyone, even earns fairly positive feedback from some groups—but once he begins to feel weary, he skips the hesitation and indecision that ordinary people would have.

He will sweep away whatever makes him weary.

He never thought this was a problem—until he returned from the Gu Lan Ji Nie Er Ju Yuan.

He is ultimately not the true Hei'an Zagi.

Hei'an Zagi cares nothing for his original form, yet he is forcibly reminded, from the harp of the black-haired, black-ringed angel, of the steadfastness he himself has forgotten.

He will recall that he once had a guiding light, and that this light originated from the very source of all his suffering: his mother.

Speed Symbol.

She too once raced on the Saichang, easily pulling ahead of her contemporaries by ten or more horse lengths, leading an era and bearing countless dreams and hopes.

That brightness, even in video form, still flickered in her children's eyes, and whenever she occasionally ran on the clan's track for activity and relaxation, the children's eyes gleamed with even more sparkling radiance.

That was such a radiant maternal image, yet also a maternal image lost too early.

The brilliant splendor being shrouded by dim gloom is a process that cannot be called long nor short; in that process of over twenty years, vitality was replaced by old age, gentleness hidden beneath indifference, and as an elder brother, as a human, Yue Chi's symbol originally could rely on naturally possessing crystal cores to retain those overly youthful memories, but the increasingly harsh real environment made him repeatedly doubt the truth of those memories.

He began to have a mental illness.

He had experienced being healed multiple times, yet there were even more processes of immersion.

Even while in the poison pool, even if he could dispel the poisoned state, he could not change the fact that the toxic level accumulated rapidly, and each time faster than the last.

Easily accumulating poison resistance, even to the point of being invulnerable to all poisons, ultimately was merely the golden finger from the light novels he had read.

The human heart cannot accumulate poison resistance.

Though it seemed the healing scab grew ever stronger, in reality every inch was encroaching on the heart's original space.

Behind the wisdom gained from suffering lay ever more sensitive, ever more impatient anxiety; that anxiety resided and accumulated, until from a tiny seed it developed into a twisted black tree.

By this point, the choices he made were the same as those of his counterpart here.

Having lost his will, he buried his former self and reached for those pitch-black claws whose every joint bore blades.

For a long, long time……

So long that after his crystal core could no longer function, he became numb to everything as he is now.

He retrieved his lost item from the black-haired woman's cello sound, retrieved that initial faint light, and began to differ somewhat from the original source of the power that accompanied him……

What does he want to do?

He thought, he should go seek an answer.

He sought an answer as to why there had been such a change, why everything—him and his sister, his brother-in-law, his niece, his many nieces and nephews from the family's cadet branch, all of them—had come to this point.

Although he actually already knows what that answer is.

Born into such a family, as the eldest son of the main line, few positions could see all this more clearly than he—yet even so, he still wants that answer, and then to ask her.

He asks her whether she can return to the original past.

Can?

Or cannot?

No matter what the response, it does not hinder adhering to one's original intention, making a choice as always.

Dark red lines trace the lightning pattern and the V‑type core inherited from the prototype's outline; the 55,000‑ton posture accumulates years of dissatisfaction and resentment, turning into a killing intent so clear for the first time in decades, as if facing that silver‑white prototype giant god.

Just because…

He is fed up.