Inside the giant tree, at this moment, Blington could not help but hum softly.

For him, what is called humanity is merely "surplus value."

He is from an old noble family; the family prospered since the Hundred Years' War, then spread investments, helping Washington defeat Great Britain, helping Lincoln dismantle Southern Slaveholders, and investing in World War I and World War II.

To this day, they have always been on the winning side.

For them, this world only has two options left: "surplus value" and "competitors." After the competitors were cleared out through the Salem incident, only surplus value remains in this world.

After all, aren't those students who study madly, those corporate drones who drift through life, and those debt-ridden ordinary people, who are struggling with all their might to survive, just tools living in cages?

Isn't it only right to release them and turn their value into a stepping stone for us, the great pioneers?

Moreover, they themselves are just stepping stones, whether it's children who study over 12 hours a day to the point of depression, office drones who desperately work overtime and sleep only 4 hours, or homeless people drowning in debt who need alcohol and drugs to sleep...

Isn't their inherent value just that?

"The world is just a damn cage. Whether in childhood, school, work, or after being mired in debt, ordinary people ultimately cannot escape the chains of the world?"

"So, here I am, to help you, to unlock the world's shackles for you."

Inside the giant tree, Blington smiled and spoke to the craftsmanship old man.

"Since the world is that damn cage, I will take all of you away from this world and fly toward the vast cosmos, where there's no studying, no working, no debts, and everyone has only one goal!"

"Roam the starry seas!"

After he finished speaking, he felt the feedback from the 5.2 billion souls transmitted by Qijela.

Numbness, exhaustion, negativity, getting by...

This is the collective feeling transmitted by those 5.2 billion souls.

"To the world, whether they are alive or dead makes no difference; countless mountains and shackles weigh them down. Obey, study, work, earn money... But no one treats them as humans." As if to gain the craftsmanship old man's approval, he continued to share his thoughts,

"Elderly care fees, expenses of a partner, children's education fees, the burdens of living and learning, all make them tools; even being alive means giving their all."

"Only I, only I see them as humans." he said, "In my view, everyone is treated equally. After all, whether rich or poor, whether a mystic scholar or an ordinary person, the weight of the soul is the same to me."

"I see them as humans, and I have given them rebirth."

The craftsmanship old man: "..."

This absurd logic left him, the evil spirit, dumbfounded to the point of almost questioning, "Aren't you being a bit extreme?"

In his view, so-called equality merely meant everyone had the chance to approach the table, but whether it was to eat at the table or be eaten was another matter entirely.

"So, are they not dead?" asked the craftsmanship old man.

"Yes, they are not dead. After I attain eternal life, they will also attain eternal life and witness all my great deeds in the starry sea." He spoke, declaring the fate of these people as if he were a tyrant.

They achieve liberation; no one needs to struggle in this world anymore, and they obtain eternal life and extraordinary power.

However, what about their own feelings?

No one cares about their feelings. They themselves are the most important cogs in the world, the foundation of this makeshift world, but truly no one cares about the feelings of this group of foundations.

If living is a painful thing, then it should not be continued this way.

Seeing the craftsmanship old man didn't continue to ask questions, a pleased smile appeared on Blington's face. He had already convinced this evil spirit, and now, just one more step was needed for complete subjugation.

The achievement of making a former idol into a subordinate felt a million times more gratifying than any thrill!

Now he could completely detach from this planet because this planet, akin to ruins, held no value for him, to the point he would disdain to leave it here.

But was this matter truly that simple?

At that moment, Light! It appeared!

Endless light rose from across the coast, precisely from beside the mecha they ignored, and under the night sky, this endless light transformed into a shining giant.

That light, that figure, how is it possible!

Even Blington, an elite of the old aristocracy, knew the famous tokusatsu series, but why would something from a tokusatsu series appear in this world!

...

"According to reports from our station's reporters, strange tree roots have appeared globally at the same time. These roots first destroyed all institutions, military bases, and traffic arteries. Currently, it is estimated that over 5 billion people have been infected and turned into monsters..."

"These monsters, like zombies, instinctively bite the nearest uninfected crowd and infect them. The number of zombies is rapidly increasing, and military bases and all important units have been destroyed... We can't organize any effective resistance..."

"This is a TV reporter, and this may be my last report, wish me luck..."

The signal infrastructure hasn't been destroyed yet, and countless survivors hiding inside houses are watching the reporter's scenes on TV in terror.

It's very possible that during the report itself, the reporter might be killed by those plant-like monsters, and sprouts will grow on the corpse, becoming one of those "zombies."

Despair loomed over people worldwide.

A real biohazard outbreak has happened, a real apocalypse has erupted, but now, who will save them?

"No, Boston Radio reports that a monster over a kilometer tall has appeared here, suspected to be the source of the zombies. Furthermore, a mecha, an incredibly massive mecha, has appeared!" The reporters' words, whether for those watching TV, picking up their phones in shelters, or listening to the broadcast in a fire basement, were hope, the only spark of light in the darkness.

"No, the mecha has failed. I don't know which country's secret weapon it is, but it failed... Has our last counterattack also failed..." The camera pointed at the female reporter on the Boston coast, and at this moment, sobbing appeared.

"I'm sorry, I don't know how long I can live, how long you can live. Maybe today, the world will end, but I will host one last news show..." The female reporter's words came through, trembling, fearful...

But no one would blame her because she is now so close to that battlefield, close enough that they could all feel the fear of the towering plants across the sea on the Peninsula.

Is it no longer winnable? Is humanity going to perish?

Everyone covered their faces and wept, women sobbing, children crying, this moment playing out worldwide.

The sudden disaster shattered originally peaceful lives, and no one expected that the end of the world would come in this form.

But at this moment, a puzzled voice suddenly came from the news, and the camera turned towards it. They zoomed out and saw a boy standing by the sea, emitting a faint glow, holding a girl seemingly around the age of twelve.

And beneath that lens, in the boy's hand, there was a hilt seemingly without a blade. The "Y"-shaped hilt radiated flickering light.

"Is that, light? Impossible... What's going on?" The female reporter exclaimed.

At this moment, people all over the world desperately maintaining basic communication and order redirected their signals here. Under the witness of billions, they saw that boy on the beach, holding a girl with one arm, and a seemingly toy-like glowing object with the other hand.

It seemed like an incredibly familiar scene, leaving most people stunned.

The sea breeze blew apart the boy's messy hair, and in the distance, a monstrous creature over a kilometer tall roared skyward, seemingly unrooting itself, standing on the ground despite being a plant.

Under the witness of billions, the boy raised the transformation device in his hand high, making a gesture that countless people knew very well!

Light, incomparable light!

The light shot up to the sky, and then a gigantic hand emerged from below the ground, fiercely seizing that boy holding the transformation device.

"Rumble!"

The ground trembled, and the camera jerked and jumped around, but at this moment, everyone excitedly saw that giant, shining with dazzling brilliance, fall upon the earth.

The entire ground erupted in sky-high dust and debris, the earth as if cheering for the giant's revival, endless light dazzling from its body, its markings unclear, its form blurred, but at this moment, regardless of those before a TV, a phone, even those merely listening to broadcasts and retellings, everyone was boiling with excitement!

"Light... Light... The Light Giant! The Light Giant really appeared!"

The tokusatsu hero that could only ever appear on screens, the Ultraman appearing only in their childhood dreams and memories, now stood on the ground, tearing apart every shred of despair with unyielding audacity, descending before them.

Just like sunlight piercing through the night.

At the most desperate, helpless, and fearful moment, that childhood hero, utterly real, descended before them!

That radiance, that cloud edge, shining beyond reality, began to twinkle.

Not a single person would doubt its intentions, not a single person would question its purpose. While staring at the monster several kilometers across the sea, peerless cheers seemed to pierce the heavens.

They were children, once upon a time all children, as if returning to that summer of cicadas in their childhood, on the television, in those DVDs, seeing their childhood hero!

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