Moonlight team, are you awake?

"No." Tartarus knew that he couldn't refuse, both morally and logically.

Meanwhile, due to the sudden addition of too many new characters, both Sphia and the Destruction Summoner experienced a brief outage.

For Sphia, the problem wasn't that complicated. It was simply that Earth had unexpectedly received reinforcements, and she could adjust the intensity of her attack as needed.

Meanwhile, the Destruction Bringer on the other side was excitedly about to raise its flag—because this was the first time such a situation had occurred after so many save files had been created.

All the previous save files were basically the same, even on the day the evil god descended. However, this save file was extraordinary. Not only was Gaia incredibly powerful, but reinforcements also appeared one after another from outside the universe.

What is this? This is a sign that you've passed the level!

Just over an hour ago, the Destruction Summoner was so angry at the fake evil god that she threw the controller on the ground and shouted "That's too much!" But now, an hour later, she is dancing barefoot.

If I were there, upon seeing this woman with her pale, cold skin, resembling a life-sized Zog, he would surely hesitate for a moment before exclaiming, "Catherine?"

The opportunity for the birth and rise of the Destruction Bringer comes from the time-space monster El Robopa. This power that travels through time did not appear out of thin air. In the earliest timeline, before the world was destroyed, Catherine attempted to create a time machine to lead humanity to escape the fate of destruction, but ultimately failed to complete it before the arrival of the evil god due to time constraints.

Forty thousand years after the world's destruction, the Destruction Bringer was born from the accumulation of resentment. In order to take revenge on the evil god, the Destruction Bringer's main consciousness was dominated by Catherine, the only one capable of carrying out the revenge. She completed time travel technology in the future and created the time monster Elrobopa, which began to constantly return to the past timeline in an attempt to find a way to defeat the evil god.

Once the evil god is defeated, humanity's fate will change, and the Destruction Bringer will completely disappear due to the reversal of the outcome.

Of course, these experiences did not affect her torturing my dreams at all.

While Sphia and the Destruction Bringer were contemplating their next move, the human hosts took advantage of this rare moment to begin exchanging ideas.

“Virginia, why didn’t the other Gaia come?” I asked Fujimiya in my dream.

"Well... the timing wasn't quite right. When Zero came to find me, I dreamt that he had just entered the quantum space with his newly developed exploration machine. And because this machine was a prototype, it couldn't be retrieved immediately," Fujimiya replied awkwardly.

Upon hearing this, Daigo asked anxiously, "Is he alright inside?"

“It’s alright, if it doesn’t work, you can just transform inside.” Fujimiya said casually, “Don’t underestimate his familiarity with quantum space.”

"That's good. It's a pity Asuka isn't here, otherwise the atmosphere would be incredibly lively." Daigo thought with some regret about Asuka Shin, who had been sealed into another dimension by Tartarus. Although this junior was sometimes a bit annoying, he was undeniably a very energetic and enthusiastic young man who could liven up the atmosphere.

"Hey, speaking of which, I'm suddenly curious, what year did Daigo join us?" I asked Mengzhui. "Before 2010? Or after?"

2010 is the year when Daigo faced the evil god Gatanothor in the Ultraman Tiga TV series. If Daigo came before 2010, it means that the battle in the TV series was not yet over. If he came after 2010, then the only Daigo who could still transform at that time could be the Daigo who had finished the final Holy War.

Daigo scratched his head upon hearing this: "I've been here since 2008."

“Oh... so you haven’t fought the evil god yet.” I nodded.

"There's no evil god Gatanothor in my world." Daigo's words completely extinguished the CPU of my dream.

"What? Your world doesn't have Gatanothor? How is that possible?" I was stunned. Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he asked, "Wait a minute, how would you in 2008 know about the evil god Gatanothor? Did Yuzare tell you?"

“I read it from memories of a parallel world,” Daigo replied.

"Parallel world... Wait, you wouldn't happen to be childhood friends with Asuka and Yume, would you?"

"How did you know?"

"Holy crap, Super 8 Tiga? Zero, where did you get him from?" Imu turned to Zero in shock. "Your connections are amazing. You managed to get Super 8 Tiga?"

"What is Super Tiga?" Zero didn't understand what Gamu meant by this term, but he still explained why he found this Daigo Tiga: "When I was passing through a certain world, I saw him spinning King Orb with one hand. I felt that he was pretty powerful, so I told him about this place, and then he came with me."

"Huh? How did you fight Orb Mengs King?" Imu turned to look at Daigo, his CPU completely overloaded this time.

"After we defeated the Shadow Mage, we were often guided by various voices to fight in other places," the old man answered honestly.

"Your business scope is quite broad." As if she had just thought of something, I dreamt of turning to look at the other human hosts: "You guys don't also possess special skills, do you?"

“What special skills do you have?” Fujimiya shook his head: “It’s all about supporting each other with my companions. Like last time, when I was in dire straits, it was Yume who transmitted his light to me, which gave me the strength to stand up again.”

“I understand, SV Agul.” I clapped my hands, then turned to look at Max’s impersonation of Kaito Touma: “And what about you, Mr. Kaito?”

"As for special techniques, there isn't such a thing. I came here with Zero." Max clarified his identity. Was he the original version? "However, Father of Ultra gave me this before I came here."

Kaito raised his wrist, revealing a specially made Ultra Bracelet: "The Father of Ultra said that this can quickly replenish energy in a short time."

"Great, great, Max at full power!" I couldn't help but applaud.

Seeing that I was sometimes confused and sometimes laughing out loud, as if I had lost my mind, the auditorium director couldn't help but look down at the Galaxy Spark in his hand and ask, "What's wrong with Gaia's human form?"

Then, a voice came from the Galaxy Spark: "I don't know, maybe the other Ultra Warriors gave him some kind of surprise."

Chapter 353 Mountain Team Members, Are You Sober?

As everyone was chatting happily, the space not far away suddenly cracked open, and the blood-red space inside immediately startled Yinhe and Victory: "Yapools? Damn it, I didn't expect to find them here."

"Let's go, Xiang!"

"No problem, Hikaru!"

Hikaru and Sho instantly pulled out the Galaxy Spark and the Victory Lance, almost transforming and attacking, but luckily Imu stopped them in time and explained, "Don't get excited, Yapool is not an enemy."

"The Yapools aren't enemies? How is that possible?" The two men's faces were filled with disbelief. They had been tortured by the Yapools themselves and had personally experienced how evil they were. Now, they were suddenly being told that the Yapools weren't enemies.

“Zero can testify to this, Zero… wait, where is Zero?” I turned around and found that Zero, who had just been chatting with him, had suddenly disappeared at the crucial moment.

Unsurprisingly, Zero, who had only been away for half a day, once again sought out his beloved human form, Mizoroki.

At this moment, Goroki was lying in a hospital bed. In the afternoon, when he was piloting a fighter jet to fight Tyrant, he was unfortunately hit by the aftershock of the enemy's flight, causing his plane to crash on the spot and inflicting a minor head injury.

As Mizoroki was being bandaged with a dejected expression, Captain Megumi asked Dr. Kino from the medical department with concern, "Mizoroki, is he alright?"

"Don't worry," Dr. Kino from the medical department replied with a relaxed expression, "Since it was a head injury, there's nothing seriously wrong with the body."

"..." Megumi couldn't help but facepalm. Sometimes she was indeed speechless at Dr. Kino's sense of humor.

Dr. Kino is considered a veteran in the Earth Defense Force's medical department. Back in his training days, he was in the same class as Munakata. There's a famous embarrassing story about them: Munakata caught a cold and went to Kino for medicine, and Kino prescribed him a bag of cold medicine and six boxes of aphrodisiacs...

"Team Member Goroki, just focus on recovering from your injury. We'll take over the defense team's work," Megumi Kijima said reassuringly from beside the hospital bed.

"I refuse, Captain. As a defense member, how could I possibly allow myself to be injured to this extent..." Gou Lumu was about to sit up when he suddenly felt the world spinning around him.

"I only said your body is fine, not that your head is okay. You have a concussion, so you should rest. You can't fly a fighter jet in this condition," Dr. Kino said casually.

"Damn it." Goroki collapsed weakly onto the hospital bed. He knew that if he went to the battlefield in this condition, he would only be a burden, but he was really unwilling to accept it.

"Let him have some peace and quiet. Soldiers who are away from the front lines due to injuries will inevitably feel uncomfortable." Dr. Kino shrugged, clearly used to this.

At his request, Captain Kei left the ward with him, leaving only the injured Gou Lümu in the empty ward.

"I'm so unwilling... I can't fight like this." Goroki stared blankly out the window; the sky was gradually darkening. The ward was empty and silent, broken only by the occasional hum of the lights and the faint sound of traffic in the distance.

The tense, imminent feeling of being on the battlefield, with swords drawn, suddenly vanished completely. The air was thick with the smell of disinfectant, and this quiet and stillness made him feel extremely uncomfortable. Away from the smoke and battle, he felt as if he had lost something; his heart felt empty, and even his breathing became slow.

"Is there nothing I can do?" Gou Lümu looked at his palms with resentment.

Just then, Zero's voice suddenly rang in his mind: "Yo! Long time no see, Goroki... It seems like only half a day has passed."

"Zero?!" Upon suddenly hearing Zero's voice, Goroki was immediately excited: "You're back? Are you alright?"

"Don't underestimate Mother of Ultra's medical technology. It truly has the power to revive the dead. My injuries are nothing compared to that." After a brief display of skill, Zero got straight to the point: "Enough with the chit-chat, are you still willing to fight with me again?"

"Of course I'm willing, especially now, more than ever before!" Goroki eagerly ripped off the bandage on his head: "As long as we're one in spirit again, this injury won't be a problem, right?"

"Of course." Zero didn't hesitate and immediately achieved a state of oneness with Goroki, their figures overlapping.

"That's it... Finally, I can do something again!" Goroki couldn't wait to pull out the Zero Glasses from his pocket.

"But what about the defense team? The deputy captain hasn't returned for half a day, and the search and rescue team hasn't found her either. Am I going to disappear too?" Gou Lumu hesitated, thinking about the defense team's work.

"Don't worry, I happen to have someone here who needs to recover from an injury, so it's perfect for you two to switch places." Zero called out, and Hokuto Seiji, wearing a TAC team uniform, appeared in the ward.

"The uniform of the previous generation of the defense force?" Goroki recognized it at a glance; it was the uniform of the Earth Defense Force from the 70s.

"Oh? You have a TAC team here too?" Beidou immediately showed a curious expression upon hearing this.

“TAC? No, our Earth Defense Force here has always been UNDF, and the name has never been changed.” Goroki shook his head. “However, the uniform you are wearing is indeed the uniform of the predecessors from the 70s. Yamanaka’s grandfather joined the defense force during that period and died a heroic death.”

"The Mountain Team Member?" Beidou hadn't heard this name for many, many years. When he suddenly heard someone mention him, he was momentarily dazed.

He recalled the days when he was criticized by the team members in the mountains. Although he felt very angry at the time, from the perspective of 10,000 years later, all that remained was nostalgia and a little sadness.

Seeing that the two were having a cross-server chat, Zero stepped in to explain: "Perhaps similar stories have happened in different worlds. Anyway, this is Ultraman Ace, one of the Ultra Brothers who fought on Earth this afternoon. Due to special reasons, he cannot transform for a short time, so he is here to rest in your place."

"So you're one of the Giants of Light from this afternoon? My apologies." Upon hearing the other's identity, Goroki immediately saluted with utmost respect—no doubt, anyone who could come to provide reinforcements at this time deserved the highest respect.

Under Zero's arrangement, Hokuto transformed into the appearance of Mizoroku and rested in the hospital bed, while Yamanaka put on Zero's glasses and turned into light, leaving the ward.

Shortly after the two of them left, an unexpected visitor came to the ward.

"Shinya, how are you? I heard from Dr. Kino that you had a concussion. It's such a pity we can't fight side by side anymore." The Yamanaka member pushed open the ward door, then sat down on the edge of the bed with an air of nonchalance, and casually picked up a fruit knife to start peeling an apple. "Today was really an exciting day. So many giants of light suddenly appeared. I feel like I've seen that guy with the bodhisattva face in a long time. Hahaha."

Upon hearing this, Beidou was filled with emotion, but since he was disguised as Gou Lümu at the moment, he could only sigh and say, "Yes, they all look like brothers. I think we should call them the Ultra Brothers."

"Ultraman Brothers? That's an interesting name." Team member Yamanaka nodded. "In a little while, Commander Yoshioka from headquarters will be visiting our Far East base and will be giving a speech at the conference. Have you heard?"

"No."

"Haha, you definitely haven't heard an even more interesting piece of news." The Yamanaka team member looked around and then whispered in his ear, "That old guy Tsuchibashi panicked as soon as he heard the news. He didn't dare to meet with Commander Yoshioka. When he was pretending to be sick, he was so nervous that he even misspoke. He actually said that he was burned by bottled water in the refrigerator and therefore could not attend the meeting... Hahaha, he can be so pathetic."

“Mountain team members.” Beidou looked at him and suddenly recalled the past.

"Hmm? What's wrong? Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Are you awake?"

"Huh?" The team members in the mountains looked bewildered.

"It's nothing." Beidou smiled and shook his head, then turned around and lay down facing the outside of the window. "It's time to rest. There are still many battles waiting for us."

"That's true. I wish you a speedy recovery." Yamanaka put down the peeled apple, walked out of the room, and gently closed the door.

Looking at the bright starry sky outside the window, Beidou couldn't help but recall many words that had made him both laugh and cry, and even made him feel warm inside.

"The sky can't normally crack open, right?" "TAC doesn't have time to listen to sleep talking." "Captain, we should hand Ace over." "We should hand Simon over." "Hokuto, are you awake?" "I request to take Hokuto's place and blow up the Demon Star Koala!"

"I wonder what the other brothers are doing now?" After being injured in the afternoon, the Ultra Brothers could not transform again for a short period of time, so they mostly took to human form to move around in human society.

It was also evening when a group of children sat together in a corner of the school playground. Their rackets were carelessly thrown on the ground, dust and sweat mixed together, and frustration was written on every little face.

"No matter how much we practice, it's useless. We can't win at all." A boy muttered to himself, his voice carried away by the wind, but it still reached someone's ears.

Kotaro Higashi slowly approached. He was wearing a casual tracksuit, his hair was gently blowing in the breeze, and a warm smile played on his lips.

“It sounds like you’re having some troubles.” He stopped in front of the children, bent down, and looked them in the eye.

The children looked up and saw a stranger, but an extremely sunny young man. His eyes were different from those of the adults; there was no reproach in them, only gentleness and encouragement.

"Who are you?" a girl looked up and asked warily.

"Just a friend passing by." Kotaro smiled and introduced himself, "My name is Higashi Kotaro."

The children lowered their guard slightly, but remained sullen. One boy angrily picked up his racket and said, "We lost the game! Our opponents were too good. We couldn't match their serve speed and reaction time!"

Kotaro clapped his hands, pointed to his racket, and said in a lighthearted tone, "It sounds like what you lack isn't skill, but confidence. Come on, I'll play a game with you!"

"You? Can you do it?" The children stared at him wide-eyed, half-believing and half-doubting.

Kotaro walked to the center of the court, swung his racket, and laughed, "Give it a try. How will you know if you don't try?"

With a mix of skepticism and excitement, the children took turns playing against Kotaro. He immediately displayed exceptional skill, his precise serves and rapid returns leaving the children helpless. But soon, Kotaro changed tactics. He deliberately slowed down, hitting the ball to easier positions for the children to reach, and constantly encouraged them: "Great! Keep going! Like that!"

When a boy made a mistake due to nervousness, he stopped the game, walked over to the boy, squatted down, and said, "Don't be afraid. Everyone makes mistakes in a game. What's important is how you play the next ball. Come on, let's try again."

Gradually, the children became more confident, and laughter returned to the court. Kotaro not only taught them skills but also how to cooperate. He designed some simple two-person drills to practice teamwork; for example, one person serves while the other focuses on defense. Both players must trust each other's abilities; if doubt arises about a teammate's ability, leading to a loss of focus, the opponent will score.

In fact, the school coaches had taught them similar techniques, but none of them were as effective as Higashi Kotaro. When training with him, the children felt very relaxed and never worried about being scolded or punished from a superior position.

In just a few games, the children grew to like this sunny older brother.

Before parting, he played a friendly match with the children. During the game, he gave them chances to win time and again with appropriate mistakes and precise guidance. When the last ball landed, the children cheered and rushed forward to hug Kotaro.

"Brother Kotaro, you're really amazing!" a girl exclaimed excitedly.

Kotaro patted her head and replied with a smile, "Everyone can become great, as long as you don't give up. Remember, winning or losing is just a process; the most important thing is to enjoy the game."

Just as they were about to part, their parents and older siblings came to pick them up. The children cheered and rushed into their parents' and older siblings' arms, telling them about their experiences that day. Meanwhile, Higashi Kotaro stood at a distance, quietly watching this scene, and then turned and left with a satisfied heart.

On the other side of the shopping street, the lights were bright and the crowds were bustling. A street performer was strumming his guitar, playing a melodious tune. The audience either stopped to listen or nodded silently in appreciation, creating a harmonious and warm atmosphere.

However, a sudden "snap" shattered the tranquility. The artist looked down at the guitar, his expression turning dejected.

“The string broke…” he sighed softly, looked up at the audience and said, “That’s all for today’s performance, I’m so sorry.”

Just then, a tall figure stepped out from the crowd. He had neat short hair, wore simple casual clothes, but possessed an extraordinary air about him. He said softly, "Could I give it a try? Maybe I can fix it."

"You?" The performer paused, looking at him suspiciously. "You know how to play musical instruments?"

Feng Yuan smiled slightly: "I know a little bit, let me give it a try."

He crouched down, took the guitar, and carefully examined the damaged string. He found that the broken part of the string was close to the fixing point, so he carefully selected a suitable string from the artist's spare strings and began to replace it.