Japan, Kanto region, Saitama Prefecture.

The wind at the top of the mountain was very strong, and the trees rustled, and looking at the lights of the town below from the mountain was like looking at the light from the darkness, even if you stood a little higher, there was a sense of powerlessness to look up.

The man who looked down from the top of the mountain was named Ji Buzhun, and he was wearing a black leather jacket that he had been wearing for an unknown period of time, with a gray-black short-sleeved shirt and a pair of black jeans.

He only needs to stop there to let people know that he is a man full of stories.

On that handsome face, there seems to always be only one expression, a sad face.

"Sierra ......"

The countless images in my mind seem to bring Ji Inzhun back to that day forever, and endure that pain again and again.

He is a good journalist, who has lived for a time in the place where the war broke out, and befriends a little girl named Serra, who lives alone and strong.

However, when the war broke out, he captured the moment when the war broke out as a war correspondent, and captured the scene of Serra being killed.

An award-winning photo completely knocked him into the abyss of his soul, tortured himself again and again, stayed away from the crowd, and licked his wounds alone.

Ji took a bite of the raw radish that didn't have much of a clean skin, chewing it, sweet and spicy flavors intertwined with the tip of the tongue, self-blame and pain seemed to be circulating with each other, endlessly.

"Step." There was footsteps approaching here.

Ji looked over and saw a young figure that was approaching, and he almost instantly threw away the crisp white radish in his hand and crawled towards the figure.

"Serra! Is that you, Serra......"

However, when he got closer, he finally saw that it was an extremely beautiful child, even so beautiful that it was beyond the category of human beings and genders.

"I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person." Ji lost his powerlessness in the face of the dream demon in an instant, and he returned to the flat boulder where he had been sitting before, listening to the wind in the night.

He looked down the hill, as if looking for a panicked family with a lost child, and said to the child, "Are you lost?" Need me to drop you off? ”

The boy came and sat down on a flat rock across from him.

This is the place to climb the mountain to watch the sunrise, and this kind of flat boulder is very common, and there is even a small pile between the two flat boulders.

"No, it's you who got lost, I want to take you down the mountain, Ji is inaccurate." As the young Shirley spoke, the remnants of the pile between the two ignited a flame of their own.

In the firelight that seemed to be like the setting sun, Ji Fuzhan once again thought that he had a delusion, and he said, "I often dream of a temple full of strange sculptures, and I look at the tall stone wing temple in front of the temple.

I walked in from there, touched a diamond-shaped boulder with wings, and my mind was filled with all sorts of memories.

A voice is calling me to awaken, to inherit the light, to fight, and I see Serra often......

But I didn't expect to have hallucinations like you, I won't go down, and I won't be able to go down again. ”

Believing that the power and mission he had gained from the temple was a punishment, and that those around him would eventually become unfortunate, he chose to stay away from the crowd.

chose to nibble on the top of the mountain with food that was cold and could not satisfy his hunger at all, and then tried not to envy the continuous lights, laughter and warmth under the mountain.

Shirley did not refute the man who was chosen by the light, but said to herself: "Then, let's make an agreement, Ji Lost." ”

Ji looked up and looked at this child who did not seem to exist in the world.

"Try not to go down the mountain with guilt and self-blame, and the moment you get down the mountain, I will give you a piece of pear that you can use to fulfill your wishes." With a flick of Sherry's hand, the radish rolled down, full of blades of grass, mud, and fine stones.

Shirley held a radish in one hand and a pear in the other, and looked at Ji Buzhu: "Come on, make a choice, and make a contract with me." ”

Ji was blown more and more awake by the stronger and stronger night wind, and the figure in front of him became clearer and calmer, and the fire was getting bigger and bigger, rising.

The spicy taste of radish still lingers in his mouth, and that insignificant sweetness has long since passed.

With great difficulty, he used one hand to block the wind, preventing his eyes from being blown by the blades of grass in the wind, and stretched out to the turnips......

It was also at this moment that in his arms, in his pocket, from the temple, the trusting evolutionary full of science fiction began to emit light and vibration like a heartbeat.

"Lose, don't choose that ......" Serra's figure was reflected in Ji Yanjun's eyes, and his fingers took advantage of the trend and picked up the pear.

The moment the fingers were cold, the pears disappeared, and so did the turnips.

The wind was stronger, the trees on the top of the mountain were wild, and the firelight flooded Ji Inaccurate's vision, and the last thing Ji Inaccurate saw was Shirley sitting calmly on the boulder.

When he protected his face with his hands, lost his vision, and sensed that the fire was no longer rising, he lowered his arm, and there was no longer the figure of the young child.

The fire that was still burning told Ji that everything just now was not a dream, and on the fire, there was a small pot with steaming ramen in the pot.

"Yes, God?" Ji Buzhun muttered to himself.

He stood up and looked around for the figure, and when the search was fruitless, he returned to the fire.

There was a pair of fast men in the hot ramen pot, and Ji was unsure of something, which was clattering down his face.

Serra's death was the pain of his life, and every trophy in exchange for that photo seemed to be the greatest mockery of him.

Picking up the grip of the ramen pot and gulping down the hot food, Ji knew that what he was going to go down was the dark mountain full of strong winds in his heart.

But he was still trapped in self-blame and self-punishment, but at the end of the day, like the fire on the top of this mountain, the dark mountain in his heart was also lit up by a little spark.

When a pot of ramen noodles is eaten with soup, bean sprouts, eggs, and slices of meat, Ji Fuzhun has the illusion that he has come to life.

"Ding, winter!" Heartbeat sounds and glows emanated from the Evolutionary Truster in his arms.

Ji knew that this was an evolutionary truster, calling him to go somewhere.

He was about to set off when the Evolutionary Truster suddenly calmed down, as if nothing had happened.

"How could it be ......?"

Ji was stunned, and he remembered the young figure again.

"Is that her?"

At the same time, a construction site in Saitama Prefecture.

The lights of the ramen stall are a great thing to warm people's hearts in the middle of the night.

Steaming soup, smooth and firm noodles, and home-cooked dishes pulled by off-duty construction workers and bosses.

"We're not like you, boss, you're ...... But the president is here! "The builders are exaggerating.

In fact, in Japan, the wages of construction workers are not low, even higher than those of white-collar workers, because heavy hard work is regarded as a job that must be paid enough in Japan, so it is unknown who earns more money between him and the owner of the mobile ramen stall.

The boss looked at this old customer who was full of nonsense, and scolded: "If you guy talk nonsense again, I won't come all the way here to wait for you in the future." ”

The construction worker hurriedly apologized: "Thank you for your hard work, I push the ramen stall from there every night, and I can't make much money by eating noodles alone." ”

"It's not like this, but I think that if you don't have this guy talking while eating noodles every night, it doesn't feel like this day is going to be like this."

Ramen stall owners have become accustomed to this kind of life.

The construction worker held up the fast child and said, "Confidant, boss, you are my confidant, you can always give me a bowl of steaming ramen like this." ”

"Your title as the president reminds me of the time when the economic bubble had just burst, but anyway, I also had a standing noodle shop at the time, so I should have called the manager to ......" The ramen stall owner leaned on his stall and began to reminisce and talk to himself.

He said that more than ten years ago, the noodle shop was a product of the old era.

In places where the rent price is extremely high, there is a small storefront, because the store is small, there are no tables and chairs, and customers can eat noodles standing up.

The sight of customers standing and eating noodles in the restaurant on a rainy day seems to have disappeared with the memory and the times.

Just as the boss sighed, something seemed to appear in the sky.

"What's that?!" The construction worker looked at the sky in confusion, and the boss also threw down the newspaper in his hand when he heard this, grabbed the railing of the noodle stall and looked out.

It was two dark blue afterimages, streaked across the sky.

The boss and the builder looked at each other, confirming that it was not an illusion.

What they saw was the Chester α and Chester β, the fighters of the Night Raid Team of the Action Force under the Kanto TLT Branch of Japan's Third Branch.

These two fighters, with advanced optical camouflage, can fly invisibly, and when they show their tracks, it means that Xenobiotic beasts have appeared.

Before the stall owner and the builder could react, a black box truck slowly approached the stall.

A typical strong woman gets out of the car with two men in black suits and uniforms like her, and approaches the noodle stall owner and the construction worker.

"Hello, we are from the Saitama Police Department, so please try to be calm and not resist." After the woman showed her ID, she asked her subordinates to step forward and began to use the amnestic to extract the memories of the two of them just now.

TLT, the Night Raiders, and the Xenobiotic Beasts, all of which must be kept a secret.

"Hopefully the Night Raid will be successful." The woman cleared her memories and prepared to get in the car and leave.

"Chief Shouto, don't you need to take them back?" The other memory cops who were following her asked.

"There's no need, they're just clearing their memories for the first time, let's go." The woman got into the car.

As the black van left, the stall owner and the builder came to their senses.

The owner of the noodle stall seemed to have forgotten about the arrival of the box truck just now, and said to the construction worker: "Speaking of which, in fact, a little earlier, there was a very beautiful and cute little customer who came and packed a tonkotsu ramen, don't look at the small customer, I gave a lot of ......."

At this moment, a disaster is happening on the construction site.

It was a mollusk-like monster more than four meters tall, with a high-pitched and unpleasant hissing sound, greedy, ferocious, and violent, hungry for human flesh and fear.

This is the smallest xenomorph, and it is hunting down its prey along the edge of the construction site.

"Akiko, I can't go back......" The construction site patrol officer who apologized to his fiancée on the other end of the phone while running away with the phone was desperate in the face of this monster.

The special virus and emotional waves emitted by the xenobiotic beast were making it impossible for this man to get up at all.

Without a special physique, humans who approach these monsters will only be reduced to a meal.

The xenomorph approached step by step, and its body was dripping with a thick liquid, which was its coveted saliva.

It spreads its massive mouthparts almost from its belly to its head, ready to swallow its prey in one gulp.

The patrol officers shivered, they were patrolling in pairs, and the other companion was eaten by him when he abandoned him for running slowly.

Equipped with a special bullet, the portable cannon fired, and in the firelight, the pain-eating xenobiotic was repulsed, and after the hissing of its teeth and claws, it immediately fled.

The one who drove the xenobiotic beast away with the cannon was the captain of the Night Raid team, Eisuke Kura, a man who looked unusually mature and steady.

"Shiori checks the status of the survivors, Mitsuhiko and Nagi follow me to chase the xenomorphs!" Eisuke Wakura calmly ordered.

"Yes, Captain!" The three voices agreed in unison.

Just then, a rather young voice came from their headphones.

"No, please give up checking the status of the survivors, immediately pursue the xenomorph, there is a manhole cover nearby, please surround it as soon as possible and destroy the xenobiotic beast."

This is the Prophets, a group of artificially created high-IQ teenagers who, after graduation, were assigned to the branches of the TLT around the world from American academies, and they were relatively rational and able to analyze the pros and cons of foresight to analyze the most appropriate course of action for the current situation.

The sweet and lovely Shiori Hiraki hesitated for a moment and looked at the captain and Eisuke Kura.

Eisuke Wakura did not hesitate, as the captain, he had no reason to refute with the commander, he nodded, and quickly ran towards the xenobiotic beast with three team members to prepare to outflank.

Each member of the Night Raid team has a special physique, has an immune factor to xenobiotic beasts, and has undergone quite rigorous training.

Even Shiori Hiraki, who looks sweet and cute, can carry a cannon weighing at least twenty kilograms for a long run.

And the prophet who gave the order to the night raid team is at the moment at the remote TLT Kanto base.

It is located in a completely enclosed reservoir, and the entire Kanto base is located in the reservoir, and schools of fish swim in the water.

Deep in the base, in an absolutely quiet room with a large number of electronic screens used to analyze the data, a prophet wearing a communication headset was tapping on a computer to record the vibrational waves of the xenobiotic beast that appeared.

Then he froze, for the whole room was filled with a soft light.

The thin young man in a milky white shirt turned around and looked at the young figure behind him.

The young Shirley stood in the void, and looked indifferently at the so-called prophet.

"In a seemingly calm world where most regions and countries are filled with an atmosphere of peace, they are in fact crumbling.

Whether it's an alien beast or an unawakened fittestable, I'm not surprised to see anyone here, but your arrival was completely unexpected. The Prophet turned off her microphone with amusement, seeing that it was so perfect that there was no word for her existence other than God.

Shirley just looked at her hand, and a soft light emanated from her fingers, and a light was born from the palm of her hand.

"Go ahead." Shirley commanded.

The Prophet watched as the light vanished, and the next moment, a vibrational wave was detected and appeared on the computer screen.

In an instant, the light made by Shirley reached the extremely distant construction site.

The Prophet turned on the headset and commanded over there, "All members of the Night Raid are on standby. ”

On the other side, the four members of the night raid team on the construction site were blowing cold wind, and while they were puzzled by the order, they heard strange noises.

Like a hymn, like music, like the two become one, like the sound of the world, or like the gospel.

They looked in the direction where the sound sounded, and a cloud of white light tens of meters high lit up, illuminating the entire dark night of the factory, stretching the shadows of the building extremely long and farther away.

In the divine praise, the white light condensed and formed, turning into a giant full of divine brilliance and countless light particles floating beside him.

"How could it be ......" This was the first time the night raiders had seen the giant, the fifty-meter-tall silver-white giant, with a cold face that would still feel extremely handsome even from a human perspective.

The silver-white giant tilted its head to look at the xenomorph that was escaping and rushing down to the manhole cover.

He grabbed it from afar, compressing all the space around the xenomorph.

The four-meter-tall xenomorph instantly collapsed, turning into a smaller and smaller sphere.

"Peng!" When compressed to an extreme, the orb xenomorph ignited, and in the white flames, it was purified into a large number of scattered blue fragments.

Nagi Saijo, the vice-captain of the Night Raid team, when the other members of the Night Raid team obeyed the orders of the Prophet and did not make any moves.

With a gaze full of hatred, she raised her cannon and opened fire on the silver-white giant: "You monster! ”

Nagi Saijo has an extreme hatred and hatred for all non-human beings or suspected non-human beings.

The light particles on the side of the silver-white giant swam, and the cannon shot could not break through the light particles at all.

The silver-white giant looked at the four members of the Night Raiders.

The Prophet repeatedly ordered Eisuke Kazukura to stop Nagi Saijo.

The silver-white giant lowered his head and looked at the four of them, announcing his birth.

"I am Ultraman Sherry, which means the light of Sherry, her angel, the executor of her will."

In the darkness of the night, the giant stood above the earth, a river of wing-like grains of light unfolding behind him.