What do you mean I have to fight Ultraman Tiga?

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"Let's just say I'm a creator for now," he replied uncertainly.

"It's okay, I can confirm that you are the creator... I'm finally out!"

He took a deep breath, then slowly sat down in the chair, gazing at the pen insect.

"I knew you... you would definitely come... because I wrote this storyline, and at least up to this point, you would definitely come." His voice was full of insecurity.

"So, you lost?" Penbug raised his disgusting face and smiled at him.

"I lost?"

"Yes, you lost, you lost miserably."

"Why? I don't understand."

"It's simple. In the story, you created an entity that constantly hinders and negates me. What exactly are you trying to do? I'm pondering this." The Penworm said with satisfaction, much like a great victor. "You are negating the story, those storylines that require harming the characters you've created, because you're delusional about saving them."

"But did you succeed? No, you didn't succeed, because your so-called salvation couldn't support the logical structure of a work at all... Deus ex machina, that's right, it's deus ex machina. Whenever there's a problem, the protagonist is always depicted as being full of power, then defeating the enemy and solving the problem. But what's the use of that?"

Penworm's tone was not questioning, because he believed he already knew "his" thoughts.

"But your plot is completely useless, or rather, it's utterly a mess. You use empty deus ex machina to save people you think should be saved. Maybe they do deserve to be saved, but what's the point of writing it like this?"

"What does your plot reflect? What does it satirize? What does it reflect?"

"There's nothing there, so this is just a clown's self-delusion, trying to save the world with your naive ideas, as childish and boring as a toddler."

"I said you lost because you originally wanted to rely on your naive and ridiculous ideas to write a childish fairy tale... But why am I here? Why couldn't the protagonist just kill me instantly? Instead, he wrote a long passage about me plotting so many things that threaten the multiverse? Didn't you want to save them? Why did you tolerate me doing such things for the sake of the plot?"

"In the end, you still bowed your head and bent your back, choosing to depict conflict for the sake of the real plot, sacrificing the characters and world you created, right?"

The pen-bug's voice even began to burst into uncontrollable laughter.

He was very happy, very happy? "He" had actually become like this.

Like pen bugs.

He was silent.

Yes, why don't penworms just stop writing altogether, or simply kill them?

Why depict him?

Is it really him? His thinking is slowly changing, and he wants to give up the fairy tales and spirits he has always pursued, which is why he created the pen bug?

For the sake of their scripts, writers will sacrifice the characters they create in order to elevate their works.

It may reflect reality, criticize and satirize, or express thoughts.

And the final plot is probably predictable even to the readers.

Li Xiang's fighting strength was suppressed by what he wrote, even to the point of collapse.

Li Xiang has also lost his memory, and there are still many crises in the distant universe ahead.

What else can I do but write things that make the readers uncomfortable?

By the way, such descriptions can also reflect the protagonist's spirit.

That's... truly pathetic.

Such a plot.

The pen-worm looked at "him" with appreciation, a genuine smile on its face.

"So, you lost because you've been fighting against me... But now, you are me, and I am you. You can't escape the writer's dilemma—that is, you want to convey your thoughts through your work no matter what, and for that—"

"You have to write the kind of stories you used to hate the most—storylines with depth."

Smiling, the penworm crawled toward the window.

"What do you want to do?" Seeing that the pen worm wanted to leave, he felt a bad premonition.

"Me? Of course I'm going to destroy the world?"

"Why!"

Penworm patiently turned around and explained, "Because this world is meaningless, isn't it? The videos you just saw—war, hunger, disease, disaster… everything in this world is actually just like the books you write, meaningless. Perhaps it's just content written by someone else… So, what's the difference between destroying it or protecting it?"

"They're all... just different paths leading to the same destination."

“I came into this world with a power, the last power, enough to destroy this world… Because you are me, you should be able to understand this destructive urge that comes from within… right?”

"So..." The pen-bug turned around and flew out the window, "enjoy the last rays of sunlight in the 21st century."

The pen-worm flew over the city and then grew to a gigantic size, becoming a giant fleshy worm monster—the pen-worm.

He remained seated in his chair.

Because he had nothing else to do but sit in the chair.

Just like before, he was powerless to do anything about war, hunger, disease, disasters, and prepared to silently watch these sufferings happening on the other side of the world through the internet.

It might be a little painful and annoying, but everything will be alright once you scroll to the next video.

Therefore, the penworm is about to wreak havoc on the city and on the world.

What could he possibly do?

On the streets, countless citizens panicked after seeing the huge monster suddenly appear.

After all, in this world, monsters and the like only exist in stories and movies.

It has appeared suddenly, and countless people are unable to cope with it.

When disaster strikes, the weak human race faces only one path: extinction.

So, faced with the sudden disaster, or perhaps one he already knew about, he chose to open the group chat and send a final message to his group members.

"Goodbye, everyone."

However, before the message could even be sent, his phone was flooded with countless comments.

A mechanical voice came from the phone.

Hello author, and to all the countless readers.

[In Chapter 193 of this book, we received messages from people all over the world who wanted to convey them to you.]

[The following is all the information.]

A chocolate hat: "The light will shine forever!"

The fox, in a fit of madness (as it turns evil): Forward! Forward! The future is right in front of us! Keep going!

Chenzi, who is by no means a kind person: "You deserve good things, so don't give up on yourself, keep going!"

Laughing to Death: "Let's keep moving forward toward the future, because... the future is there, in our hands."

Do you like my gacha game? "Even if the world isn't perfect, we will do our best to protect those seeds that have the potential to become beautiful, those seeds that will become beautiful, and let them quietly sprout under the nourishment of love. We guard every tiny hope to prevent them from being destroyed in the storm. We believe that these seeds contain infinite possibilities and will eventually bloom into magnificent flowers. We are willing to give patience and time to wait for the moment they break through the soil and witness the miracle unfold."

The narrative of the storybook reads: "The past is the past; the future is what we should grasp, so let's move forward towards tomorrow!"

Pioneer E, who was passing by: "Forget the old humans, become new humans and live on, and then fly into the universe together."

Hui, calm and unmoved: "Keep it up, stranger."

Dawn: "Let me say this: 'Our enthusiasm must not be extinguished. We must help each other, have compassion for the weak, and believe that people from any country can become good friends. Even if this friendship is betrayed hundreds of times, this is my last wish.'"

A promise kept: Dedicated to those who achieve greatness!

“These…are all of them!” He looked at the comments on his phone, or the words that others wanted to convey to more people.

"thank you all……"

He gripped his phone tightly, feeling the tenderness and weight in those words.

Suddenly, he sprang to his feet, ran to the balcony, and yelled at the pen bug that was about to wreak havoc on the city!

"You are not me, you can never be me!"

"I admit, and humanity must admit, that this world is not a beautiful place, and disasters are happening all over the world!"

"But it is precisely because the world is not perfect that people strive, and that they use love to reach out to more people!"

"I'm not writing any so-called plot or profound satire; I just want to tell you—"

He held his phone high in the air, and he held those words high in the air as well.

Raise it high towards the pen bugs, towards the chaotic fleeing crowds, towards the whole world!

"Can you hear our voices?!"

A luminous crystal fell from the sky and landed in front of the pen worm.

Then, at "his" cry... at their cry!

The crystal shone brightly!

Giants have appeared!

The pen-worm stared incredulously at the giant before it: "You... how is this possible? How could you possibly be here!"

The people on the ground who were fleeing also saw the approaching giant.

"Mom, that's Ultraman! That's Ultraman Tiga!"

The child, carried away by his mother, pointed joyfully at the giant.

"Ultraman? Tiga! It really is Tiga! Defeat that guy, and I'll give you my light, just like when we were kids!" And there were ordinary young people too.

They were either carrying braised pork trotters or looking energetic or exhausted.

They haven't forgotten, they haven't forgotten Ultraman Tiga!

Our light has already been given to Tiga once, but our future remains shrouded in darkness.

But... don't be afraid. As long as we work together, we will give light to Tiga, and give light to Tiga once again!

War, hunger, poverty, and uncertainty about the future.

Some of these things are far removed from us, while others are very close to us.

But these are all things that can be overcome and defeated.

Human beings are not perfect, never have been, and we must acknowledge this imperfection of humankind!

But humanity's imperfections are not because everyone handed the light to Tiga when they were young, which made them feel lost about the future... That's not right, that's not right at all!