When Ultraman appears in reality, however:

Chapter 761 Mental Hurricane

Qin Haoyu fell into silence. He hadn't had a good rest in the past few days, and his mind was inevitably a little heavy.

The rain curtain in front of me began to appear double, and the reflection of the asphalt road and the halo of the car lights mixed together like a ball of melted syrup.

The restlessness in his heart became more and more obvious, as if a thorny insect was bumping around in his chest, making his temples throb.

It was a chaotic, malicious emotion that always surfaced late at night, urging him to step on the accelerator and rush towards the wind column, urging him to tear off Yue Ji's bandages to see how deep the wound underneath was, and even urging him - if even Yue Ji had ended up like this, if the fate of mankind had already been written, then what was the point of struggling?

"If..." He murmured unconsciously, and the tail end of the word was swallowed up by the "splash" sound of the truck running over the accumulated water.

His thoughts suddenly took a turn, and he was brought back to the conversation between Yue Ji and Lin Chongyi. It had been just a few words, no explicit code names, no direct instructions, and even a somewhat casual tone. But when Qin Haoyu recalled it now, he felt that the conversation was like a piece of water-soaked rice paper: seemingly thin, but beneath it lay countless intertwined ink marks.

Are they playing a game of chess?

As soon as this thought came up, Qin Haoyu suppressed it, but the doubts in his heart popped up like mushrooms after the rain.

He thought he was not stupid. His hacking skills were comparable to those of the Russians, and his tactical deductions could keep up with the staff's thinking. But when facing the seemingly ordinary Yue Ji beside him, he always felt like he was reading a book without a title page.

Is Yue Ji's IQ truly that of an average person? His EQ is even more… is he ignoring everyone? As for his combat IQ—Qin Haoyu found it hard to imagine the multi-dimensional battle Yue Ji was talking about.

Is the distance between him and me so far?

This felt so strange. It was like something out of a martial arts novel, with the major sects battling bloody battles for secret manuals, while the eminent monks lectured in temples, their names immortalized in history. And yet, a ragged homeless man, squatting on a street corner chewing on steamed bread, could just raise his hand and take a full-strength blow from the leader of the martial arts world.

And Yue Ji is like that homeless man.

Qin Haoyu glanced at the passenger seat. Yue Ji's head was tilted against the seatback, his face as pale as paper, his lips pressed into a tight line. His eyes, always expressionless, were closed, his eyelashes casting a faint shadow under his eyes, like a bird with its wings folded.

He probably hadn't dreamed of such a grand ambition for a long time, Qin Haoyu thought. Those words about "bond," "hope," and "light" had probably long since ground to dust in his heart, leaving only the most primal obsession—to live, even if it meant living like a stray dog struggling in a gutter, dragging these injuries along for just one more day.

If you hold on for one more day, countless lives will live longer... just for a short while.

The hurricane's speed suddenly increased, and the wind became colder, coming in through the gaps in the car window, carrying a smell of rust.

The vehicle began to shake violently, and it seemed that it was about to collapse. The grass and road were shattered and floating not far behind it, Yue Ji said.

"Stop the car. I'll give you the power to transform. There's almost enough space."

Qin Haoyu naturally didn't hear clearly, nor did he understand the meaning of Yue Ji's words. The vehicle immediately lost balance, and Yue Ji first disappeared from sight, and then drifted casually with the wind towards the huge tornado under the hurricane.

Qin Haoyu broke away from the vehicle and rolled repeatedly on the ground, and the transformation ability given by Yue Ji began to take effect.

Maybe Yue Ji and Lin Chongyi were really playing chess, or maybe not. But it didn't matter anymore. What mattered was that this man, seemingly pinned down by fate, was still moving forward, step by step, in his own way.

And I can't collapse before him.

Light then burst out, but the moment Nexus appeared, a hurricane that was unknown how many kilometers wide swallowed Nexus.

Yue Ji had been wandering on the edge. While being pulled by the storm, he had to use his aura phantom to avoid all kinds of flying debris to avoid being smashed to death in the sky.

"This is no ordinary storm," Yue Ji narrowed his eyes, taking in the surroundings. The interior of the hurricane wasn't the chaotic haze of wind and smoke he'd imagined, but rather a space woven together by countless threads of purple light. These threads flickered like nerves, decomposing and reorganizing the matter they devoured, creating a distorted phase field.

He could even see the wrinkles on the spatial barrier, like crumpled tinfoil.

"Interesting..." He muttered to himself, and was flipped over by the airflow, but he accurately avoided a piece of car chassis while spinning.

In the distance, Nexus's silver figure struggled within the threads of light, sparks continuously emanating from the surface of his armor. Yue Ji gazed at the still awkward figure, a faint smile forming at the corner of his mouth.

"I want you to understand how tiring this job is..." He slowly moved towards the center of the storm, braving the violent air currents. Every step felt like rowing against the current. "Sure enough, I still have to rely on this kind of thing."

The threads of light suddenly grew denser, like a tightening net, shrinking towards Nexus. Yue Ji knew that the true test had only just begun. And he hadn't pushed Qin Haoyu into the eye of the storm to send him to his death.

As for if he really died.

A hint of sadness flashed in Yue Ji's eyes. He could sense Qin Haoyu's life, just like Noah could sense the strength and vitality of the fittest.

So, he let Qin Haoyu act alone.

……

Everything was so calm inside the hurricane, just like the eye of the storm was actually very peaceful.

Nexus gradually stood up and found that it was dark all around him. There was a huge spiral eye of the storm above his head, and there was no trace of monsters around.

All around was pure darkness, with no up or down, no left or right, no distance or depth. It felt like being in the chaos before the birth of the universe. The debris that had been raging in the wind column had vanished without a trace. Even the air felt unreal and stagnant. Reaching out to grasp it, I only felt a cold void.

What about monsters?

Nexus turned his neck, the faint light only illuminating a few meters in front of him. The huge black shadow, a hundred meters tall, seemed to have never existed, hidden in the bottomless darkness.

The calmness of the eye of a storm is always an illusion. It is the heart of the storm, the source of all its violent energy. The dead silence at this moment is merely the accumulation of energy for the next devastation.

As Nexus took a step forward, a huge monster appeared in front of him.

The One.

The appearance of the initial alien beast startled Qin Haoyu. Despite the pain in his body, he still took a fighting stance.

All this happened too hastily.

The One roared, and the surrounding scene immediately changed to the skyscrapers of Sujing City. The sky and the earth were still dark, as if it were a replica.