Otto's daily life

Fortunately, it was the gentle Tiga who remained silent after being woken up. If it were anyone else, he would have been beaten. After Tiga was woken up, after seeing the color on his body, Saiyan satisfied her curiosity and buried him back in Tiga's confused gaze.

Tiga: “?…”

Then, Tiga lifted up the earth, captured her back, and asked her to plant a sea of ​​flowers on the land she had dug for hundreds of years.

The Saiyan in front of him continued to hold his head in thought. Tiga recalled the first time they met. Although he knew that fate was guiding them and he would meet her one day, he did not expect it to be so fast and the way they met would be so strange.

Tiga: "I am now just a trace of consciousness living in the Spark Prism. My real body may be sleeping in a corner of the multiverse, and I cannot sense it. Soon, I will fall asleep again and wait for the passage of time."

"Does every Spark Prism have your consciousness?" Saiya was a little curious. Wouldn't that mean there would be a lot of clones?

Tiga shook his head, his words revealing a complexity that she couldn't fathom: "Only this one." Only one.

"Finally, I'll give you a suggestion. The nutrients for the growth of the miracle tree are not just miracles, but also a lot of positive energy to help it grow."

"Huh? Hey, don't go. What positive energy? Do you still want to give it some chicken soup for the soul? Hey, do you think we should catch Daiko and bury him down there?" Saiya watched Tiga slowly disappear, the light disappeared, and the golden spark prism returned to normal.

Ah! What the hell is this? This old mystery man, in her little grudge book, Comrade Tiga is one more person.

But why does the Spark Prism of this universe have his consciousness? Is there something special?

Saiyan plans to rob later, no, pick up a few spark prisms to see if the summoned Tiga have consciousness. If not, he will catch them and sell them to the cosmic sisters.

"It seems like I succeeded?" Dagu's surprised voice came from behind. Saiyan turned around and saw that the light in Dagu's body that had not transformed was like a pool of stagnant water, running actively in his body, like a noisy little puppy.

Dagu controlled the light in his body with a half-baked skill, and a long-lost warmth lingered around him. A feeling of comfort as if his dantian was opened swept over his body, and his brain became more unobstructed than ever before.

Da Gu has good talent, we can proceed to the next step, Saiyan gave him a thumbs up.

Saiyan removed the protective shield and said, "The next step is to release the light. Can you try to make a protective shield with your hands?"

Dagu, who was still happy about his achievements, raised his head, concealed the joy on his face, and carefully controlled the light in his body.

Perhaps it was because of his experience that if he mastered one method, he would master all methods. Dagu quickly released his own light, forming a light golden film around his body.

Saiyan touched the film carefully, and the film sank a little. He increased the force slightly, and cracks appeared on the film. The cracks spread along the track and dissipated with a few crackling sounds.

"Huh?" Da Gu felt the hardness of the film and the loss of light in his body, and cast a resentful look at Saiyan who was frozen in place.

Saiya felt a little guilty, but in order to maintain her dignity as a "teacher", she turned the tables and made a big cross with her hands in front of her chest: "Unqualified, what the hell did you release? Anyone can smash it. Keep practicing."

Daigo tried many times afterwards, but without exception they were all very fragile and shattered at the slightest touch. Of course, this was only true for Saiyan. His current hardness was enough to withstand a few shots from Hyperion's Victory Gun, so he could pass this task and was able to protect himself against other creatures.

The next step is to integrate the use of light into the little things in life.

Seeing that it was already late and Dagu's energy was almost exhausted, Yanai, who had transformed back, simply pulled Dagu back to the different space.

The consequence of excessive use was that his head felt splitting with pain, as if it was about to explode. Even after coming down from the Himalayas, his eyes were still filled with little stars.

After leaving the dizzy Dagu under the miracle tree, Yanai hesitated for a long time and gave up the urge to bury him. She took a thin blanket and covered him.

The temperature in the alien space can be adjusted. Now is the most suitable temperature for the human body, but you still need a quilt.

After settling the sleepy Dagu to bed, she climbed back to Hill's big horn and went to sleep.

Get enough rest and continue tomorrow.

……

The next day, Dagu was awakened by a loud snoring. He squinted his eyes and looked around, and suddenly saw a huge black and white figure rising and falling not far away.

Dagu jumped up and took out his spark prism out of habit, but found nothing.

The memories of yesterday gradually emerged. Oh, yes, it seemed that Yanai had not been returned to him yet.

Dagu looked at the monster vigilantly and found that it had not yet awakened. He approached the monster cautiously and observed its surroundings without making any sound.

Putting aside the particularly conspicuous body in front of him, the vast land had no end in sight. Emerald green lakes dotted the land, and the paths along the lakes were planted with delicate flowers of all kinds. The narrow paths were filled with the fragrance of flowers. He couldn't name every variety of flower, but he felt inexplicably familiar with them.

The forest not far away was lush and flourishing, and the animals living in it occasionally poked their heads out and looked at him curiously. The trees also had their own characteristics, some were covered with gold and stone, some were blooming with diamond flowers, and some had strange smiling faces looking up, which seemed a little wrong.

The leaves of the giant tree behind him were exactly the same as the communication tool Yanai gave him. Could it be that they were plucked from this tree? This thought flashed through his mind.

The leaves sprinkled light particles, like dreamy waterfalls, shining brightly and colorfully, as if in a dream.

Da Gu gently touched the tree trunk, and the familiar light enveloped him again. A voice suddenly sounded in his mind: "Once again, please live as a human being once again."

This was Shinjo's voice. Daigu was surprised. Was it the same light that appeared when he saved Dr. Ezaki?

"So it was you who saved them?" Dagu murmured in a low voice, and a name naturally emerged in his mind.

"Miracle?"

"Da Gu, you're awake." Yanai came out from the horn with sleepy eyes and greeted him.

Dagu's train of thought was interrupted. When he turned around, he saw Yanai crawling out from the head of the sleeping giant beast, bending his knees slightly, and jumping down lightly. In his pocket, half of it was his Spark Prism.

Seeing Dagu looking at her pocket, Yanai also lowered her head and looked, "Oh, I'll leave this thing here first. I'll give it to you when you want it." She shook the spark prism and put it back into her pocket.

Naya greeted him and introduced Hill behind him to Dagu, "This is Hill, my little brother. He has been taking too much sleep recently, so he is a little sleepy, but he will wake up soon."

Yanai transmits energy into it every day to help him sort out his body. A few days ago, he discovered that the energy of the miracle tree was almost gone and it would awaken soon.

"Hill?" Da Gu bowed to Hill, greeted him, and then asked in confusion, "Where is this place?"

"This is an alien space, and it's also my place to rest." After Hill wakes up, she can gradually separate the space from the earth and make it into a portable space.