togophonebook Chapter 499, Section 508: Breaking Through the Dream
Chapter 499, Section 508: Breaking Through the Dream
Chapter 499, Section 508: Breaking Through the Dream (Part 1)
Compared to imagination.
Who has Ian ever been afraid of?
He turned around to face the shadow of Cthulhu's will, which was sluggish due to the disorder of the core nodes but still exuded terrifying malice and was about to pounce again.
Then, under the completely unexpected gazes of Lina and Saruman and Kag, Ian raised his right hand, his face displaying an extremely rare and vivid expression that was a mixture of mischief and absolute confidence.
"Watch my amazing transformation!"
He shouted with great force, and then, in the air, his right hand made an extremely standard, powerful and beautiful gesture, as if he were about to grasp something.
Then raise it high!
Accompanying this action.
His "imagination," his immense spiritual power, and the will empowered by his "Raven" status, were like a brushstroke of creation, crashing into the spatial rules of this dream world!
Buzz—! ! !
A blinding, pure, and warm golden light suddenly burst forth from his raised right palm! The light was so intense, so sacred, so—completely out of place with the surrounding madness, blasphemy, and damp chill of the Cthulhu Dream, like a small sun igniting in this dark abyss!
The light rapidly condensed and shaped, transforming into a slender, flowing, technologically advanced, and divinely beautiful—silver-white tubular object with gold and purple stripes.
One end of the object was firmly held in Ian's raised right hand.
Ian looked down at the "light stick" in his hand, which was made up of pure imagination and was exactly the same as the transformation device of a certain tokusatsu hero in his memory. A wanton smile appeared on his lips.
His gaze was like lightning, locking onto the shadow of Cthulhu's will in front of him, which seemed to have been "shut down" by this sudden, terrifying energy and cognitive shock of completely opposite nature.
He declared in an incredibly clear, even slightly passionate voice: "Tiga—!!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he forcefully spread the "magic wand" in his hand to both sides!
A golden beam of light, billions of times more intense, shot into the sky! It instantly engulfed Ian's figure and illuminated the entire collapsing dream space of the plaza! The light contained pure "light," "hope," "protection," and "gigantic growth"—contrary to Cthulhu's madness—and originated from the most positive and powerful fantasy concepts in the collective unconscious of humanity!
Under the violent onslaught of this pure "imagination," the shadow of Cthulhu's will emitted a silent, sharp shriek, as if it were being scalded by boiling lava.
The shadows began to twist, evaporate, and retreat violently! At this moment, the rules of dreams were challenged by even more irrational "imagination"—
Forced overwrite!
This is so absurd that it could only happen in a dream.
"Tiga—!!!" That declaration, like the words of a creator god, carried the passionate tone unique to a young boy, yet contained incredible power and conviction!
The golden beam of light shot into the sky and instantly engulfed Ian's figure!
The light was so pure, so intense, so "righteous"! It stood in stark contrast to the omnipresent dimness of R'lyeh, the dark purple of the Cthulhu Dream, and the aura of madness and blasphemy, as if the light itself was issuing the most direct challenge to the darkness!
The light expanded, stretched, and shaped rapidly!
A huge, slender, perfectly proportioned, silver-white body, full of power and divine beauty, rapidly condensed within the pillar of light!
The flowing stripes of red, purple, and gold outline mysterious patterns on the silvery-white surface as if they were alive, while the diamond-shaped energy core on the chest, which emits a deep blue light, is as dazzling as a lighthouse!
"I knew it. As long as there is light, even if it's just light in his mouth, Tiga will come to my side." Imagination Plus firmly believed that he was invincible in the dream world.
In just a few seconds, a giant of light, over fifty meters tall and adorned with silver, red, purple, and gold, stood majestically on this dream square on the verge of collapse!
He lowered his head slightly, his milky-white oval eyes silently looking down at the dream space below, which was distorted by "logical conflict" and completely "stuck" by this sudden change, as well as the shadow of Cthulhu's will that was writhing in agony and evaporating under the burning golden flames.
Ultraman Tiga - Composite Form!
Combining Ian Prince’s boundless imagination, powerful spirit, and understanding of positive concepts such as “light,” “hope,” and “protection,” with a trace of his own childhood longing for “heroes” that he may not even be aware of, violence materializes in this mad dream!
"What—what is this?! What is it? A giant?" Lina, who had just regained consciousness, stared up at the almost towering giant of light, her mouth agape in an "O" shape, her mind completely blank. Her limited knowledge of adventure and worldview made it utterly incomprehensible to what she was seeing.
It doesn't seem like a traditional giant either!
This is a gigantic, humanoid, luminous being!
A deity? Some kind of legendary magical creation she had never seen before? The pressure and light emanating from that enormous body, though completely different in nature from Cthulhu's madness, still made her soul tremble, and even—a strange sense of security? Because although the light was intense, it contained no malice, but rather had a strange power to dispel gloom and bring warmth.
"Ahhhhh"
Under the scorching heat of pure light energy, the shadow of Cthulhu's will, like snow encountering boiling oil, emitted a silent, piercing shriek, rapidly shrinking and fading, eventually turning into a wisp of unwilling, purplish-black smoke, temporarily dissipating in the intense light.
Clearly, this concept of pure "light" and "positive fantasy" has a strong restraining effect on this fragment of will composed of madness and chaos.
"I never imagined that one day I would be Ultraman." Ian, in his Tiga form, moved his huge hands, making a slight, metallic scraping sound.
He nodded in satisfaction, feeling the seemingly endless energy of light flowing within this body constructed from imagination, and the immense power that seemed capable of shaking space with every gesture.
Dreams gave him strength.
He is now Ultraman Ian Tiga.
"The effect is good."
A grand, deep voice, yet still carrying Ian's characteristic calm tone, resounded directly in Lina's consciousness: "Much more interesting than struggling with those dream loopholes."
He lowered his head.
Looking at Lina, who was as small as an ant on the ground and still in a daze, his milky white eyes seemed to soften a little.
"Don't just stand there, hurry up." Tiga stretched out a huge hand, palm up, and offered it to Lina, moving it carefully, as if afraid that the wind it generated would hurt her. "Maintaining this form requires my—well, I'd say mental energy. We need to get out of this hellhole quickly."
Although Ian is unreliable, Tiga does seem to possess divinity.
"Oh, oh, okay!" Lina snapped out of her daze, looking at the enormous hand that seemed to be forged from light. She gritted her teeth, no longer hesitating, and climbed up on all fours. The hand didn't feel like hard metal or rock, but rather a warm, solid, and wondrous sensation, as if it were made of pure energy.
Once Lina had regained her footing, Tiga slowly clenched his fingers, protecting her in his palm. Then, he raised his head, his milky-white eyes scanning the surrounding dream plaza, now extremely unstable due to the core node disorder and the impact of his transformation. The pulsating, cortical-like material on the fleshy surface was withering and peeling away.
The rotting viscera cloud in the sky was dispersed by the golden disc player; the screaming face stone monument in the center was covered with cracks, and the dark purple light at its top had long since died out.
"A mere Cthulhu Dream dares to trap me, Ian Tiga? Don't you know this is my specialty?!"
"The core structure of the dream is still there, but it has been severely weakened," Ian analyzed, making a judgment. He now appeared stronger and more confident than ever before. "I can break through it directly and return to the previous level, or—I can simply tear open a path to reality!"
Just do it!
He held Lina in his palm with his left hand, while his right hand, with its five fingers joined together, formed a hand blade shape, and a dazzling golden light quickly gathered on his arm and palm!
"Don't be afraid!" He added to Lina, who was nervously sitting in his palm, "I am Tiga, the embodiment of light, who can cure all kinds of disobedience, especially these eerie dreams."
"You don't have the means to watch Ultraman in this day and age. If you lend me your light, you'll understand the peace of mind I bring." Before the words were even finished.
He suddenly swung his right arm forward!
"just!"
A sleek and sharp Ultra Hand Chop, with a golden blade of light that seemed to tear through space, slashed fiercely at the distorted and fluctuating dream "boundary" in front of him, which was composed of countless abstract color blocks and crazy whispers!
"Sizzle—!!!"
A sound like cloth being torn apart by immense force rang out! The resilient boundary of the dream was actually ripped open by this violent strike driven purely by "Imagination of Light," creating a huge rift tens of meters long, burning with golden flames!
Behind the crack, there was no longer a deeper nightmare, but rather—a relatively "calm" layer of information belonging to the previous shallow dream!
"It works!" Ian's spirits lifted.
He didn't linger. He took huge strides and crossed the rift in one step, returning to the space filled with broken color blocks and fragments of knowledge.
However, the scene here is different from when he left.
It seems that because of his previous escape and transformation, the "defense mechanism" of the entire dream system has been completely activated.
The shattered color blocks no longer drifted aimlessly, but began to frantically aggregate and deform! Countless "dream monsters" of various shapes, composed of pure malice, madness, and distorted geometry, appeared densely around him, as if "growing" from the walls, the ground, and the void.
It blocked all the way!
Some resembled deep-sea worms magnified a million times, covered in sharp teeth and compound eyes; others looked like fleshy balls pieced together from countless screaming faces, rolling and pressing down; still others were simply a constantly shifting, mentally polluting shadow, emitting a piercing noise—
These monsters may not be strong individually, but their numbers are enormous, and the aura they emit is the same as that of the entire dream world, like the immune cells of this crazy world, determined to eliminate Ian, this "virus"!
"Heh, again?"
Facing this overwhelming sea of monsters, Ian did not back down; instead, he let out a soft chuckle. A fighting spirit began to rise in his milky-white eyes.
"Don't you know that I, Ultraman Tiga, specialize in fighting all kinds of Cthulhu?"
Perfect, let's test the fighting ability of this "Imaginary of Light"! He brought his left hand to his chest, clenched his right fist, and placed it at his waist, assuming a classic Ultraman starting stance.
"Lina, close your eyes and hold on tight!" he reminded her, and then—
"Drink!"
Ultraman Tiga's massive body moved! Without using any complex beam attacks, he charged directly into the horde of monsters! His enormous fist, enveloped in dazzling golden light, slammed out like a warhammer!
Ultraman Tiga is the Happy Form.
I understand everything I understand.
In fact, the Dharma King's close combat ability is not weak either.
"boom!!!"
With a single punch, Ian shattered the head of a massive, hill-like worm-like monster charging at the front! Golden light scattered everywhere!
The monster's massive body turned into black ashes that scattered across the sky! Then, with a sharp side kick of his left leg, accompanied by a golden arc of light, he smashed several fleshy human-faced figures that lunged at him from the side into pieces!
"Dream monsters have no sense of pain!" Ian stole a line from another Ultraman, the Dharma King. His movements were incredibly swift and powerful, each strike carrying the light power to purify evil spirits. Wherever he passed, dream monsters were destroyed and purified in droves, as if they were made of paper!
Golden streams of light crisscrossed in the dim, fragmented dream space, tearing the shadows that represented madness and blasphemy to shreds!
"So powerful!"
Lina kept her eyes tightly closed, nestled in Tiga's warm palm, yet she could clearly feel the violent tremors, energy bursts, and the dying screams of the monsters coming from outside.
She was filled with an indescribable shock.
Dismantle a monster with bare hands?
Using the power of light, fight like a legendary giant in this eerie and terrifying dream.
This was completely beyond her comprehension! Dreams—could they really be "played" with like this?! Just who exactly was this mysterious boy who saved her?!
Lina was completely baffled.
But this did not diminish her profound shock.
The battle continued, with Tiga like a golden storm, carving out clear spaces amidst the sea of monsters. However, the number of monsters seemed endless, constantly surging from the depths of the dream, their forms becoming increasingly bizarre, and their attacks beginning to incorporate mental pollution and spatial distortion effects.
Tiga's enormous body darted and weaved through the shattered and distorted dream space, sometimes engaging in close combat with lightning speed, shattering the dream monsters that pounced on him with his fists and feet enveloped in golden light.
Ian would sometimes keep his distance.
They fire low-powered "Palm Light Arrows" or "Ultra Cuts" from the diamond-shaped crystal on their foreheads or from their palms, precisely eliminating alien monsters that attempt to spray acid or launch mental attacks from a distance.
"What a disgusting bunch of scalpers!"
Ian fought while calmly observing the situation.
He discovered that the "spawn points" of these monsters seemed to be related to certain specific, energy-rich "contaminated nodes" in the dream.
Simply killing monsters is only a temporary solution.
"We need to find and destroy those nodes to stop them from regenerating indefinitely."
Ian had a plan in mind.
The battle continued amidst the fierce clash between light and darkness.
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