Chapter 936: with translation of chapter title

NO. 59: pinch?

Look at the dream, shine/Heart embraces the dream, burst forth light.

The publicity slogan at the end of the term is also the first line of the lyrics of the original version OP of Ultraman, 'Dream Hero'.

Trampled by an overly large orange foot.

In the chaotic battle between the two Ultraman-aligned righteous forces and three Electroluminescent Machine King-aligned monsters, plus a guard captain from the Land of Light, the one who first lost face was not Ultraman, but the Ultraman Knight.

Because he intervened in the showdown between Gubila and Sai Luo, he simultaneously got a punch from each side and a tail swipe.

That instantly flying-out posture of plowing the ground looked truly miserable, making Aomo sadly operate the light screen, but then he remembered that taking photos in the dream was meaningless, so he let his hand drop.

Or rather, it's more practical to directly pull up the crystal element image; after all, this counts as a long-lost lucid dream.

Although it doesn't feel like it's been that long, the last time I had a lucid dream feels like a distant past.

After all, there were two subtle rounds in between; it was probably a dream that could only be forgotten by lifting a hand.

But the changes in mindset brought by the two experiences, before and after, were that profound; even vaguely, it's really hard to treat as if nothing happened, and it feels as if life is endlessly long, as if I've lived through countless seasons in dreams.

However, that mindset had already adjusted a few days later; right now, it's not as important as the cat of the Samurai Calibur household.

It's worth mentioning that the 'Samurai' in Samurai Calibur is part of the name, not a profession.

He is indeed called SamuraiCalibur, such a weird name.

Moreover, as mentioned before, he can transform into the Ultraman Sword.

Just like Jie Si Ti Si, after renaming himself Jie Si Ti Si, his transformation command became like Justice Wing; for beings related to super agents, their names generally relate to their transformation forms.

As for his cat……

This is a lukewarm piece of knowledge under the 4S Ultraman IP—middle schoolers in the new century, before merging with Ultraman, lived separately outside, and the Sword even kept a cat at home, being a pure cat slave.

But he generally feels somewhat embarrassed to mention it, so he rarely brings it up externally.

Even when he dozes off at home, the fact that he gets belly-slammed by the 'high-diving' cat is spoken of haltingly, as if this incident could ruin all his image.

Never mind what image he presents outwardly… well, being belly-slammed by a cat while sleeping is indeed somewhat funny; even Aomo has only heard of this situation among certain cat-owning groups, but no matter how you say it, this time the cat did great service, unfortunately nobody's household has such a cat.

It's not just that there isn't a single cat.

Judging by the situation before entering the dream, after the meal the group of young people at the gathering mostly lay together, while the only one likely not mingling with the youngsters' play, the mamasan, lay by herself.

It can be said to be a total wipeout, and there's no talking about anyone helping… wait a moment!

"So why did you wake up and still come in?"

Standing in front of Azukinodai High School, completely ignoring the vibrations, loud noises, and strong winds from the Ultraman Knight getting up and running several meters away, Aomo even thought this place was a decent 'stable point', where he could remain motionless to dodge many stray bullets, very suitable for interrogating teammates.

When faced with the question 'Why didn't you Q this round?', Samurai Calibur first stammered out of habit, then said: 'I didn't expect that the closer I got to Bahata's house, the stronger the dream-entry effect would be; I originally intended to come wake you guys up.'

"But in the end, you just walked and walked and fell asleep?"

"Hmm."

"..."

Aomo fell silent for a moment, wondering what to say—youth is great, just flop down and sleep?

But with stubble, a 33-year-old isn't young either.

"Even its hypnotic power is this strong…" He rubbed his nose bridge, not forgetting to confirm: "Is it that? The monster with an upper and lower mouth and two wing-like mechanical fins on its chest?"

"Yes, yes," Samurai Calibur nodded, "We call it Bajak, but its hypnotic power wasn't originally that strong, and what it was supposed to guide was a beautiful dream…"

He turned his head to survey the scene, which resembled an apocalyptic site, letting people relive the chaotic battle experience of the game 'Giant Shadow City'.

What kind of beautiful dream is this?

Everyone actually managed to bump into each other, and those guys aren't even sure if they're impostors or real bodies; if they are real, then why would they be fighting each other—what illusion was arranged?

Samurai Calibur only felt there were many problems, but he wasn't surprised by those people's fights, since before he got stepped on in pain, he had been continuously indulging in the cat café.

On the contrary, Aomo Lindun being this clear-headed was somewhat unexpected to him.

But he hadn't had time to ask in detail when he saw the other person nod without surprise: "There's the elephant-no-elephant monster Bajak; since we have an impression, no need to say more; as for discrepancies in ability manifestation…"

"To be honest, this isn't a problem worth special attention, right?"

"No, isn't it?"

"Since the enemy is Black Heidi rather than the previously known Shinjō Heidi, we can't expect the monster's abilities to be exactly the same as before, right?"

"She ought to have changed, and ought to have grown, but I must say—she launched this surprise attack before I finished speaking…"

Saying this, he fell slightly silent, then immediately broke into a plain, flat smile.

"Probably he was in a hurry."

At the very moment those words slipped out, it felt as if there was an intuitive flow toward change——

The few giants and giant beasts originally engaged in the melee immediately turned their heads, gazing straight at Aomo's location.

Faced with such immense pressure that even Samurai Calibur instinctively shrank his neck, taking on a hunchbacked, multi-eyed stare, Aomo's words remained gentle: "Look, what I said isn't wrong."

"It's as if each of our dreams' sights and sounds were forcibly interfered with, constantly shifting targets to charge at me……the opponent's psychological defenses are lower than I expected." As he spoke, he suddenly glanced toward a spot, as if seeing the person on the opposite screen.

"You say that's right? Black Heidi."

"Aomo Lindun!"

The one who shouted that line was certainly not the actively appearing Black Heidi, but Samurai Calibur, who grabbed him.

——against the backdrop of six colossal beings in pursuit.

"We can't stay here any longer!"

Not mentioning whether Aomo's calm composure had any reliance, Samurai Calibur obviously thought staying put was the most foolish act, and immediately leapt high with him.

But given the vastly disproportionate size ratio, even if he jumped as high as he could, he was like a flea exerting all its strength—though humans couldn't precisely catch him, reaching his position was easy.

Thus, several palms and claws came down overlapping, causing Samurai Calibur to flinch, his pupils contracting.

"Aomo-san!"

But at that moment, a pink-purple beam scattered from above their heads, like a lion dance, the swiftly leaping falling-flower water monster caught the airborne sword and Aomo, and while running, revealed a youth peeking out from between the twin horns on its head.

"Are you all okay?"

That was the blue‑haired youth, Ma Zhongpeng.

He, appearing as a monster controller, wore the military dress uniform that surprised the Holy Sword and delighted Aomo.

"You've been stuck here all this time?"

He spoke, and it was yet another riddle that left Shengjian Sang baffled.

"Mm! Finally I've gotten the chance!"

Ma Zhongpeng's response, as well as that exalted tone that made the Holy Sword feel uneasy, only deepened his doubts further.

"Is that so? Then I must thank Miss Heixi."

As he said that, he was immediately greeted by a loud shout from the Warrior Holy Sword: "Watch out!"

Aimerim cut, Sai Luo's fastest opening light technique.

Gagula's Roaring Light Beam, Gulite's Gulite Light Beam, Gulite Knight's Gulite Knight Ring, and Daina Baolong's Baolong Roar all came rushing forth like a barrage of killing-line wounds.

And in that mere few seconds, it was enough for someone to activate the black mist transfer.

"A Peng, want to try switching bodies?"

Emerging from the black mist into a distant building, Aomo faced those giant creatures that suddenly turned their heads, yet he still appeared unfazed by pressure.

"Switch bodies?"

"The functions are stronger, but occasionally when I feel off, it's more taxing to use; switching to dual-pilot might help a bit."

"What is that?"

"Releasing the Heaven's Authority Judgment bolstered by Rayblondo for a brief moment would be awesome!"