Volume One, Chapter Two: The Mu Zhen Star People

Boom—!

Tregear crashed onto the surface of a planet he had never set foot on before.

His injuries were so severe that he managed only a few stumbling steps before collapsing to the ground, losing consciousness.

When Tregear awoke, he found his hands and feet shackled by iron chains.

Before him stood a group of Mokjin aliens, their mocking gazes fixed upon him.

“Well, look who’s awake. An Ultraman, no less.”

“So he survived. I was worried he’d die too soon—where’s the fun in that?”

“So, shall we begin the game… now?”

Amidst the banter of the Mokjin aliens, Tregear had barely gathered his senses when a sudden flash of light burst before his eyes.

A few seconds later, his vision cleared.

He was no longer surrounded by Mokjin, but by nine other aliens, each bound in chains like himself and hailing from distant planets.

Seeing that an Ultraman had joined their ranks, the nine aliens wore faces of shock and disbelief.

After all, the Land of Light was notorious for its fierce protectiveness. For the Mokjin to dare target an Ultra—were they mad?

Bang—!

Suddenly, the chains binding everyone’s hands shattered.

A voice echoed in the air:

“Run! Run as much as you can!”

Tregear’s expression darkened, his eyes narrowing to slits.

He had no memory of such an episode on his path to Grimud.

Could it be… because he defected earlier than he once did?

At this thought, he smiled wryly.

A different experience from the past—perhaps this would be more interesting.

Seeing him smile so serenely, a fat, big-eared alien beside him spat, “You can still laugh? We’re about to be hunted for sport by the Mokjin!”

Tregear glanced at him, his voice cold. “The weak have no right to live.”

This world was ruled by the strong; might was truth.

The so-called just and noble Land of Light—what a joke. Claiming righteousness while hiding behind their strength.

He could see at a glance that several among these aliens hailed from peace-loving worlds.

But where was their justice now?

They were on the brink of death—where was justice when they needed it most?

Faced with Tregear’s scorn, the alien’s eyes grew fierce. “You think you’re strong, kid?”

“If you’re so strong, why’d you end up here in chains?”

“Is that what passes for the legendary Ultra Warrior?”

“Huh? Hahahaha!” The alien burst into laughter, the mockery evident on his face.

But Tregear was hardly the sort to be provoked by such petty taunts.

“Instead of wasting your breath, you’d do better to think about how to avoid the Mokjin’s hunt.”

With that, Tregear started off on his own.

The Mokjin derived their cruel amusement from hunting other sentient beings.

If only his power was at its peak, he would have wiped them out in an instant.

But a tiger, fallen to the lowlands, must endure the jackals.

Since they wished to play, he would play along—until the very end.

Seeing Tregear actually leaving, several aliens were dumbstruck.

Shouldn’t they band together and find some way to escape?

Going off alone played right into the Mokjin’s hands!

“Hey, come back! It’s far too dangerous to go alone,” called a female alien.

The Mokjin’s brutality was infamous, and their methods well known.

Back on their homeworlds, they’d all been taught: if you are unlucky enough to be captured by the Mokjin, unite every ounce of strength you can.

Only in unity was there a sliver of hope.

But Tregear paid her no heed, his figure striding farther and farther away.

After a brief hesitation, the female alien made a surprising decision.

She ran after Tregear, leaving the rest of the group standing there, bewildered.

Before long, she caught up to him and asked, “You’re an Ultra Warrior—surely the Intergalactic Defense Force will send someone to rescue you, right?”

So that was her plan.

It made sense—the reputation of the Land of Light was legendary.

Any connection to them was a source of pride.

But Tregear ignored her, not even glancing her way.

His thoughts were on the signal transmitter on his wrist.

If he could just remove it, the Mokjin would lose their advantage.

“Hey, what’s your name? I’m Saya, from the Strum planet,” Saya introduced herself.

“Strum?” Tregear halted, giving her a slow once-over before his expression turned oddly amused. “If I’m not mistaken, your people’s organs are quite famous, aren’t they?”

“Of course!” Saya lifted her chin proudly. “The Strum organ can gather incredible energy.”

Tregear nodded slowly, a deep and hidden gleam flickering in his blue eyes.

“Tregear,” he said with a soft smile.

“Tre…gear?” Saya repeated, stretching out her hand. “In that case, we’re allies, aren’t we? Let’s shake hands.”

“It’s an honor to be in such lovely company.”

Tregear’s lips curled into a mesmerizing smile.

Thus, the hand of friendship was extended and grasped.

Saya’s spirits lifted—forming a bond with an Ultra Warrior was indeed a thrill.

But her smile had barely lasted two seconds when Tregear’s gaze turned icy.

A sharp sound—the wet rip of flesh.

Saya’s eyes widened in disbelief, a strangled cry escaping her lips. “You… why…”

“Forgive me. Your organ will be most useful to me,” Tregear said coldly, squeezing hard.

A scream of agony tore from Saya’s throat as her body slowly collapsed.

As she slid to the ground, a bloodied hand withdrew from her chest, clutching a gleaming mass of green, viscous matter.

Tregear glanced at Saya’s lifeless form, then unhesitatingly devoured the energy within the Strum organ.

Watching the cruelty unfold from their ship, the Mokjin’s eyes lit up. One of them shouted, “Brothers, this Ultra Warrior is something else. What entertainment!”

Hearing this, the other Mokjin hurried over.

When they saw Tregear consuming the energy, their eyes sparkled, and they broke out in raucous laughter.

But one of them suddenly remarked, “Say… if we sell this footage on the black market, we’ll make a fortune, won’t we?”

The others froze for a moment, then quickly caught on.

The Ultra Warriors’ reputation among the universe’s peoples had always been impeccable.

But if such scandalous news were to spread, wouldn’t the Land of Light be utterly disgraced?