Volume One, Chapter 53: Star of Wooden Treasures

"Alright, alright!" Modiyol responded with a slight tremor in his voice, turning his head and shouting anxiously, "Quick, go replenish the energy!"

"Yes!"

The two nurses immediately nodded, stood up, and hurried out of the ward.

The shock brought by the inheritor of the Demon Blade was no less to them than it was to Modiyol.

"Doctor Modiyol, you should get up," Garum said with a wry smile.

Faced with the one who had once given him hope, he truly could not put on airs, nor did he wish to.

If not for Modiyol, his younger brother might not have survived for ten thousand years.

For this doctor, he felt nothing but respect and gratitude.

At last, Modiyol managed to get up, but his head still lowered instinctively, unable to muster the courage to raise it.

The inheritor of the Demon Blade was not just a symbol of power in the Plasma Universe, but also of status.

It could be said that their positions were now worlds apart—one in the heavens, the other on the earth.

But… why was this Demon Blade black?

Modiyol was puzzled, but dared not dwell on the thought.

He stood respectfully to the side, a sheen of sweat already forming on his forehead.

Only when the two nurses returned with the energy packs did he finally feel able to breathe.

Once his brother was settled, Garum led Modiyol out of the ward.

The moment they stepped outside, Garum’s entire demeanor changed.

His gaze became razor-sharp, piercing straight to the soul.

"Gulp—"

Modiyol swallowed hard for no apparent reason, his voice trembling as he asked, "Ma… my lord, have you become the inheritor of the Demon Blade?"

Even with the Demon Blade right before his eyes, he still had to ask—he simply could not believe it. The Garum who had once pleaded with him so humbly, so desperately, could have been chosen by the Demon Blade in a mere four years.

After all, it was the Demon Blade!

Under Modiyol’s quivering gaze, Garum nodded, then shook his head slightly. "I have indeed mastered the Demon Blade, but…"

He paused mid-sentence, suddenly recalling his purpose in coming to Jona Star… to kill the officials of the Galactic Government here and take control.

Over these four years, he, along with Barel and Magna, had conquered more than half of the Plasma Galaxy with overwhelming strength.

Today, his return to Jona Star was for two reasons: first, for his brother; and second, to overthrow the rulers here.

Modiyol, of course, knew nothing of this, but even if he did, what could he do?

Garum’s strength was now on par with Emperor Ampera; removing a mere minor cosmic being would be effortless.

Hearing Garum’s confirmation, Modiyol fell to his knees once more.

This time, he dared not rise again, no matter what.

Garum said nothing more, simply turning and disappearing down the corridor.

Not long after, the planetary defense alarms of Jona Star sounded.

Similar events unfolded across the many worlds of the Plasma Galaxy.

Meanwhile, in the Galactic Government responsible for maintaining peace, chaos reigned.

In desperation, President Durex could only send a request for aid to the Land of Light.

Additionally, he summoned Ultraman Orb, who had just departed the Golden Galaxy, in hopes of overcoming this crisis.

The Father of Ultra in the Land of Light immediately convened a meeting of all members of the Intergalactic Defense Force.

The vast conference room was shrouded in a heavy atmosphere.

The Ultra Clan had only recently endured a catastrophe; after just a few peaceful years, new trouble had emerged in the universe.

Many Ultra Warriors were truly weary at heart.

None of the other Ultra Warriors spoke.

All of them kept their heads bowed, their despondence plain to see.

"The opponents are three cosmic-level beings," Seven said anxiously, his concern for his son evident. "Can Zero really handle this?"

"Perhaps we should seek help from O-50?" Jack suddenly suggested.

The Land of Light was already at a disadvantage against a single cosmic-level foe—three of them far exceeded their expectations.

"I agree," the First Ultra followed quickly. "The enemies appearing now are stronger than ever; only by joining forces with other powers can we resolve this crisis."

The Father of Ultra rested his hands under his chin, his expression grave.

After a moment’s thought, he spoke. "I agree with Jack. The adversaries we now face are simply too formidable. Only by uniting every available force can we hope to see the dawn of victory."

He nodded slightly, turning to Hikari. "Hikari, how is the development of your Ultra Capsules progressing? Can they be of use in the coming battle?"

"Not yet," Hikari shook his head. "The Ultra Capsules are still in the research phase and not ready for actual combat."

"I see," the Father of Ultra sighed.

The Ultra Capsules were a research project initiated only after the Ultra Clan’s return from the ordeal with the dark Lugiel.

If successfully developed, they could allow Ultra Warriors to wield two or even more Ultra Powers at once, greatly enhancing their might.

The Father of Ultra understood as well—developing such tools could not be rushed.

Helpless, he could only issue his orders. "Deploy the entire Defense Force. Against enemies comparable to Belial, we have no choice but to give our all."

"Yes, sir!"

All the Ultra Warriors present stood up as one, their voices resonant and powerful.

The Father of Ultra also rose, continuing, "Set out, everyone. I’ll contact the Ultra King and have Leo and Astra sent to support you."

At the mention of "Ultra King," every Ultra Warrior present stood in solemn respect, feeling their spirits rekindled.

No matter when or where, the Ultra King was their mightiest pillar, the faith of all Ultra Warriors.

"There’s no time to lose—let’s move out," said Taro, the first to take the lead, striding toward the exit.

The others followed in succession.

———

In the depths of space, a spatial rift suddenly appeared.

Toregia stepped out slowly and flew forward.

At that moment, a streak of blue light darting across the stars caught his eye.

It seemed to be a flying craft, piloted by a cosmic being with dark green skin—a woman.

Forty thousand meters behind her, another vessel pursued, firing lasers in relentless chase.

Catching sight of the pursuing ship, Toregia narrowed his eyes.

It was, in fact, a ship from Mokjin Star.

A faint smile played at Toregia’s lips, but his eyes grew cold, flashing with a chilling light.

Mokjin Star, your end has come!

With a glint in his eyes, Toregia made his move—the pursuing craft exploded instantly, erupting into a blaze that carved a long trail through space.