Moonlight team, are you awake?

After everyone had arrived, I dreamt that Mefilas would open the communication channel and transmit his voice to everyone.

"Gentlemen, the situation is urgent, so I will keep it as brief as possible."

"This time, our opponent is Greza, an enemy even more terrifying than Bruton. It is a monster born from the distortion of the universe and is itself 'nothingness'. If nothing unexpected happens, everyone's attacks should be unable to hit it."

"But don't worry, it's not unsolvable."

"In this world, there exists a counter to Greza. If Greza is considered a cosmic loophole, then its counter is the cosmic needle that can repair the loophole, and this cosmic needle should exist within Greza."

Upon hearing this, the witch Kirieloid couldn't help but ask, "Does this mean someone has to sacrifice themselves to retrieve this so-called Cosmic Needle from that guy's body?"

“Yes.” I nodded.

Who should go?

“Me.” My Dream’s tone left no room for doubt: “You all know almost nothing about it. Letting you enter its body rashly would be tantamount to suicide. Although I haven’t actually had any contact with it, I am still the one who knows it the most. I am the most likely to be able to remove the needle.”

Upon hearing this, everyone reacted differently; some were surprised, some were anxious, and some breathed a sigh of relief.

“Nothing in this world is absolute. I may not succeed in removing the needle, and there is even a greater chance that I will die inside. So if I fail, I hope that someone can take my place and continue to try to remove the needle.”

“If my dream fails, I will take the next one,” Jaden’s firm voice rang out.

“Jet, don’t take the risk. You’re one of the top combatants here. We can’t let you go…” Before the Baltan could finish speaking, Jeton interrupted him: “Dad, I think he’s working hard for all of us. If we’re talking about the will to live, he’s stronger than anyone else. But he didn’t hesitate for a second before going in. Are you going to worry about family matters at a time like this?”

"Sigh..." The Baltan alien remained silent for a moment, then could only let out a long sigh.

After everyone quieted down, I continued, "If I fail to remove the needle, please take my place. If I succeed, then someone will need to be outside to meet me, because I might have a hard time getting out on my own. As long as we can pull out the Cosmic Needle, we have a chance of winning!"

The implication is that everyone's life or death depends entirely on that Cosmic Needle. If they are unlucky, they will have no choice but to keep sending people into Greiza's body until the last person falls, resulting in a total wipeout and everyone's defeat. Even if they are lucky enough to retrieve the Cosmic Needle, it only gives them hope of defeating the opponent, not a guarantee of victory.

Even so, everyone had no choice but to try my dream's plan.

I glanced at Greza, who was slowly regenerating, and estimated the time: "Greza will probably be revived in about 4 hours. The needle can only be removed when it is active in its second form. We will start the operation at that time. During these 4 hours, apart from the necessary guard force, please rest as much as possible, recover your strength, and wait for the signal."

Chapter 174 So, I must love my dream, right?

In the face of a huge crisis, I actually got a rare moment of leisure.

In the hours leading up to Greiza's resurrection, both the Sphia lifeforms and the Destruction-bringing entities became unusually quiet. It was unclear whether this was because they had already launched too many attacks that day, or because Greiza's appearance made them feel there was no need to take action.

My dream's energy had almost recovered, and while he was chatting with the aliens, the Baltan aliens approached him.

When I first met the Baltan alien, I was a little embarrassed because, in essence, I had "tricked" the Zetton from Baltan. Moreover, Baltan seemed to value the Zetton that was by his side very much, so I had essentially run away with the alien's precious treasure. In a way, I was also a bit of a scoundrel.

"Hello, giant of Earth." The Baltan alien greeted him politely.

"Hello, is there anything I can help you with?" I asked curiously.

"Um... it's about Jete. Can we talk in private for a moment?"

“Okay.” I looked around and found a secluded spot.

Seeing that no one was around, Batter sighed deeply, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "Jette has been avoiding me. I know she doesn't want to hear the things I say that make her back down. She has always been a very strong-willed child, ever since she was little. Once she makes a decision, no one can change it."

I nodded: "Jette is very strong and has her own ideas, but I can understand how you feel."

A hint of tenderness flashed in Batter's eyes, his tone filled with undisguised worry: "To me, Jet is like a daughter. I've watched her grow up from a very young age and given her everything I thought was the best. But I think I'm still an incompetent father. I raised her to be the best Jetton, but I neglected her humanity. In fact, compared to Jetton, she may identify more with herself as a human being."

The "human" that Baxter refers to is a definition within the universe's life forms. Some life forms, though humanoid and intelligent, perceive themselves as "beasts." For example, even the most intelligent Black King did not consider himself human. On the other hand, some extraterrestrial beings, though resembling monsters, identify themselves as human. This definition determines their norms for behavior. Humans have their way of living, and beasts have theirs.

For monsters, every meal is filled with the perfect amount of nutrient solution, they can sleep in hibernation pods, and they have activities to stretch their muscles. This kind of life is like heaven, but humans would only feel like they are in prison.

Generally speaking, Zetton is undoubtedly classified as a monster, but Jet, who possesses intelligence and emotions, actually recognizes herself as human. Balt is unaware of this and has been raising her in the best way possible for a Zetton. While this has certainly made her grow up to be exceptionally talented, it has also caused her to lose her joy.

It wasn't until Jeet cried to him on the phone some time ago that Batter suddenly realized the problem. Unfortunately, he didn't have time to say anything before he lost contact with Jeet.

Baxter now understood why Jet was willing to stay on Earth: she felt incredibly happy living as a human here. And if he wasn't mistaken, Jet probably already had feelings for the Earth giant before her…

Well, Balt understands. After all, this giant of Earth is indeed an impeccable hero. If it were a peaceful era, Balt might have actively tried to bring them together. But in this era where the entire universe is insecure, Balt has no time to think about such things.

Helpless, Batter told Meng, "I know her. No one can stop her from doing what she wants, but this battle is really too dangerous. I... I'm still worried. I have something I want to say to her, but she refuses to see me. I can only ask you to pass it on for me."

I nodded solemnly: "Please speak."

Baxter took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly: "Please tell her that she has always been my pride. I hope she can protect herself. Whatever she does, I will support her. Please tell her to be careful and not to do anything risky. I value her life just as much as she values ​​yours."

"I will do my best to protect her," I promised.

"Thank you, Gaia." Having received my dream's promise, the Baltan alien finally nodded in relief and turned to leave.

After Batter left, I also turned to look for Jet. Just as Batter had predicted, I was sure I would find her, because she would appear at the place I was going.

On a rooftop not far away, Jete sat leisurely, the evening breeze gently ruffling her long black hair, her golden eyes appearing much brighter against the darkening sky. Her legs dangled naturally over the edge of the rooftop, her gaze idly fixed on the distant sunset, showing no sign of the tension that loomed before the great battle.

As the last rays of the setting sun faded and night began to fall, stars dotted the deep blue sky. Imeng quietly approached and sat down beside her. Jete turned to look at Imeng, clearly knowing he would come, and smiled slightly at him: "Imeng."

"You have a good attitude. I thought you would be a little nervous." I smiled casually.

She shook her head: "Because it's with my dream, I'm not nervous."

Am I really that trustworthy?

When I asked her a question, Jete just smiled and looked into the distance: "Did Dad say anything to you?"

"I didn't say anything complicated, I was just worried about you and hoped you would be careful and not take any risks."

Jete looked at my dream and told him seriously, "I won't take risks easily. I cherish my life more than ever now."

"why?"

"Because if I die, I will never see the person I love again."

Her usual resolute and stubborn demeanor was replaced by tenderness at this moment, her eyes filled with affection and gentleness, her golden pupils seemingly shimmering with a warm light in the night.

Before Meng could answer, she placed her hand on her heart and said softly, "During my time on Earth, I learned a lot. I'm curious why Meng is willing to sacrifice her life for others. What does it matter what happens to the world if she dies?"

I looked at Jete in my dream, and the many friends I had met on Earth came to mind again.

"For an individual, their own death is equivalent to the demise of the world. However, because people love others and are connected by love to form a community, even if they perish, they will still care about the safety of others in the community. That is why they are willing to sacrifice themselves for others. This is human love."

“I see.” Jete’s voice softened and warmed, trembling slightly, revealing her sincerity and nervousness. She gently took my dream’s hand and looked intently into his eyes.

"Then, I must love my dream."

Chapter 175 The Weapon That Splits Through Nothingness—The Sword King's Sword!

"Actually, I wanted to say it back in Bruton, but it wasn't the right time. I couldn't let my dream get distracted during the battle."

When Bruton summoned a large number of monsters, I dreamed that Zetton had such faith in me. At that time, Zetton wanted to express his feelings, but then he thought that it was not appropriate or should not have been said in such an urgent moment.

Regardless of my feelings, those words would distract him, and she shouldn't be so insensible.

Now, everything has quieted down. A decisive battle of life and death will begin in a few hours. If we don't hurry up and express our feelings, we may miss our chance.

But I, who was confessed to, didn't feel much excitement at that moment.

I'm not a blockhead with no emotional intelligence. With so many beautiful girls around him giving him flirtatious glances, how could he not know what they meant?

To put it bluntly, even so-called "straight men" are just afraid to believe that others can love them, not that they can't feel other people's feelings.

However, he simply didn't have the energy to think about these things, so he could only continue to play dumb.

In the current situation, emotions are a luxury. All his energy and attention are focused on how to deal with the monsters, leaving little time for relaxation, let alone responding to the emotions of others.

Ultimately, I don't even know if I'll see the sun rise tomorrow, so how could I possibly think about something so far in the future?

“Jet, I…” I was about to say something when she gently pressed her index finger to her lips and looked at me with tender eyes, saying, “I know it’s not the right time for us to think about these things. You don’t have to respond to me, at least not now. Just let me convey my feelings to you.”

After gently putting her fingers down, Jete rested her head against Meng's chest and hugged him gently: "No matter what the final outcome is, meeting Meng is the luckiest thing in my life."

I didn't know how to answer, so I could only gently stroke her long hair.

A moment later, the Baltan alien saw Imu returning from the rooftop and cautiously went up to ask, "So, what did Jete say?"

“Oh, she said she values ​​her life more now than ever.” I was still a little dazed.

"Really? That's great." The Baltan alien breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Mefilas, who was in charge of coordinating the combat personnel, came over: "Time is almost up. The personnel deployment on the Interstellar Alliance side has been basically completed. The aliens who died in battle have been replaced by reserve combat personnel, and the monster capsules used to replenish combat power have also been basically deployed from their respective home planets."

I dreamt: "These personnel will be kept as reserves. When the battle begins, we only need to send the most elite vanguard personnel. The key to the battle is whether we can retrieve the Cosmic Needle."

"Yes, I'm leaving everything to you." Mefilas nodded.

Three hours passed quickly. Greeza, who had originally been reduced to a small yellow ball, had successfully transformed back into its first spherical form. With a familiar, eerie laugh, the sphere suddenly began to expand and grow irregularly, distorting the surrounding space. When the distorted space returned to its original position, the original spherical Greeza disappeared, and the humanoid Greeza's second form appeared.

"Is that Greiza's true form?" Mefilas couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

All the aliens involved in the battle simultaneously grew to gigantic size, and a large number of elites instantly surrounded Greiza. Then, everyone began to launch probing feints.

The Godler aliens launched the first attack, firing a purple light bullet at Greza. Greza merely twitched slightly as the bullet passed right through him without causing any damage, as if Greza had just been a phantom.

"Watch this!" Guregor suddenly teleported behind Greiza and unleashed an explosive punch. Instead of becoming ethereal, Greiza's body twisted in an unbelievable way. Guregor's punch missed its target. Then, Greiza straightened his body and casually slapped Guregor, sending him flying hundreds of meters away.

Magma aliens wielding swords, Imperial aliens unleashing rays from both hands, Mefilas aliens, and the super beasts controlled by Yapool all stepped forward to fight Greiza. However, without exception, none of their attacks could hit. Greiza either evaded them by turning them into ethereal objects or distorted space and their bodies to dodge them.

A group of aliens surrounded Greiza, using flying kicks, sweeping attacks, and other attacks, but none of them hit their mark. Instead, Greiza's casual counterattacks sent them flying backward.

A few minutes later, perhaps Greiza was a little tired, its yellow head suddenly began to emit a strong sonic attack, which resounded like church bells. The aliens hit by the sonic waves showed pain, and those with weaker resistance fell to the ground and rolled around.

Fortunately, Greiza did not continuously release sound waves. Instead, he released a few waves as if playing around, and then released scattered purple lightning from his head. To Greiza, this was just a playful attack, but it instantly caused all the aliens to fall to the ground. Only a few aliens with stronger resistance were able to continue standing.

Seeing many aliens fall to the ground, Greeza's chest began to glow with a golden light, a sign that it was about to use its absorption skill.

"Now!" Having prepared for a long time, I suddenly grew to a gigantic size and accelerated towards Greiza. As if willingly going to my death, I plunged headfirst into Greiza's chest and was instantly absorbed into its body.

Seeing this scene, everyone felt a chill. Although Meng said he was going to retrieve the Cosmic Needle, from the outside it really looked like he had been eaten.

After devouring my dream, Greiza's body twisted briefly, then it began to unleash my dream's abilities. Its hands casually clasped together, releasing quantum streams that swept across the surrounding area. The aliens raised their shields to defend themselves, but Greiza, disregarding all martial ethics, suddenly teleported in front of them and unleashed a flash blade. Fortunately, the one hit was a Goldler alien. Although he was instantly cleaved into 2.5 Goldlers, his superb regenerative abilities allowed him to rebuild himself.

Immediately afterwards, Greiza's right arm flickered, and surprisingly, the lightsaber of my dream appeared. Everyone who saw this felt a chill run down their spines, realizing that it had absorbed my dream and gained all of his abilities.

The abilities I dreamed of might not be particularly useful when used by allies to fight bosses, but if the boss uses them to fight allies, then everyone will be in for a lot of trouble.

"Is he really any good? What if he's completely defenseless and gets eaten up?" Someone started sweating.

"Trust him." At this point, Mefilas could only hope that my dream would be powerful enough.

Meanwhile, inside Greza's body, I gradually regained consciousness, but upon regaining consciousness, he discovered that the situation was much worse than he had imagined.

There was nothingness inside Greza's body. Although he was still conscious inside Greza, he could not feel his body at all, nor could he hear, see or feel anything. He was like a lonely soul drifting in the dark space, unable to do anything.

"Damn, things seem much worse than I thought." I remember in the original story, Geed at least had a body inside Greeza, he was just unable to move. Now it seems that was just a movie effect. It seems that apart from his consciousness, he has nothing left.

Even worse, in this completely dark environment devoid of sensory input, he gradually developed a drowsy feeling. He knew very well that he absolutely could not fall asleep, because if he did, he would be completely absorbed, and then he would be truly doomed.

However, when a person is extremely tired and lies in bed, no matter how much they think "I can't sleep, I can't sleep," they will unconsciously drift into a dream. The situation in my dream is only worse than that.

He tried his best to maintain his consciousness, but inevitably lost it gradually without realizing it, slowly becoming half-asleep and half-awake from the initial state of being fully conscious.

In my dream, fragments of my life flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern, appearing in the form of dreams.

As a child, I used to run and play wildly in the fields with my friends, catching white butterflies as they flew by and getting powder all over my fingers.

Lying in a wheat field, gazing up at the azure sky, I imagined myself as a carefree great poet, only to be quickly taught a lesson by the insects in the field.

Walking to school along the muddy path after the rain, I found the classroom door crowded with people cleaning the mud off their boots.

We wandered around in the warm, sun-dried blankets with our friends, carefully inhaling the scent of sunshine.

I would sit in front of the TV watching Ultraman, and then go to school and deliberately strike exaggerated transformation and beam poses in front of others.

Imagine yourself in class when a monster suddenly appears, and you become Ultraman's human form. You transform and fight amidst everyone's admiring gaze, occasionally sacrificing yourself tragically, and then being resurrected by the calls of your family and friends.

When we graduated, we all thought we would never forget our elementary school friends, and we would get together to play every weekend. But before long, we lost contact with each other.

I met many new classmates, and on weekend nights I would secretly turn on the computer at home to play games with them. Occasionally, my parents would catch me, and after being obedient for a while, I would repeat the same trick.

When he first fell in love, he wrote a note to the girl he had a crush on, only to be friend-zoned.

In a very childish way, I secretly muttered to myself, "If I die, I'll never see the person I like again."

They're still alive, but I can't see them anymore.

Time flies, and the friends around me have changed one after another. One day, when I suddenly returned to my hometown, I saw many faces that I used to be very close to, but now they have become quite unfamiliar. I wanted to return to that warm feeling from before, but I couldn't.

Although I've been through a lot, I still think this world is a good place and I love it very much.

I started checking the color and foam after urinating, worried that I was sick.

I feel the world is wonderful, but I am so insignificant. I don't even have the strength to protect myself, let alone protect others.

I still fantasize about becoming Ultraman's human form, and when no one is around, I still strike my favorite transformation and glowing pose.