Volume One, Chapter 54: The Destruction of Muzhen Star

Ultraman: Cycle of Chaos Fallen Star, Sinking Moon 2483 words 2026-03-06 10:49:28

As it vanished, Tregear disappeared almost simultaneously. When he reappeared, he was already outside a dark green planet.

Gazing down at the familiar world below, the smile on Tregear’s face turned chilling. “Mujinans, I warned you long ago—you would regret this.”

If he hadn’t just seen a Mujinan spacecraft, he truly would have forgotten about this matter. Though he valued equivalence, a race so devoid of humanity was better off erased from the universe.

Tregear extended a finger, slowly gathering a sphere of energy brimming with the power of annihilation.

Meanwhile, a momentous event was unfolding on Mujina—a historic milestone for their civilization.

The Transdimensional Device had been developed successfully!

This was an unprecedented feat for Mujina. With the device, they could break through the boundaries of the universe and reach another cosmos—a universe without any Ultra Warriors.

The King of Mujina personally arrived at the scene, offering lavish praise to the scientific team as he toured the new device.

At that moment, a Mujinan burst through the crowd in a frantic scramble, coming to a halt before the King.

Before the King could speak, Bata, standing behind, leapt forward and kicked the flustered Mujinan aside.

“You wretch!” Bata roared. “How dare you behave so boorishly before the King—do you have a death wish?”

“Spare me, Lord Bata, have mercy!” the Mujinan cried, “It’s Tregear, it’s Tregear!”

“What did you say?” Bata seized him by the collar. “Where is he?!”

The Mujinan, trembling, pointed to the sky. “Near the Komodo Star Ring…”

On hearing this, Bata immediately looked up, scanning the cosmos.

The King and the other Mujinans followed suit.

What entered their gaze was a crystal-bright sphere of energy, dazzling and pure. It was so small that no one paid it much attention at first, their eyes drawn instead to the figure lingering in the swirling nebulae beyond.

Boom!

With an explosive leap, Bata shot into the sky.

A series of shockwaves followed as the King’s ministers ascended after him.

Just as they reached ten thousand meters, that unremarkable sphere of energy suddenly erupted.

A terrifying energy wave swept out—Bata and the ministers were vaporized in an instant, unable even to react, vanishing without a trace.

Witnessing this, every Mujinan on the ground felt their eyes bulge in terror, veins standing out as horror overtook them.

Even the King was struck dumb, petrified by an unprecedented fear.

Escape! He had to flee—now!

A true king, he recovered swiftly, unleashing a thunderous roar: “Activate the Transdimensional Device—immediately!”

Clearly, a mighty force sought to wipe Mujina from existence.

To escape into space meant almost certain ambush; their only hope lay in the newly completed device.

But who was it? Who could wield such power?

The King lifted his gaze to the void. He saw the shadow, but its features were indistinct.

Could it truly be Tregear?

He could hardly believe it. Tregear was merely a Blue Tribe Ultra Warrior—how could he possess such terrifying might?

“Sire, the device is ready!” a scientist called out.

The King tore his gaze away and rushed toward the shimmering blue light.

At that instant, the compressed blast of the energy sphere descended.

In the final moment, the King reached the device and vanished alongside the scientists.

A thunderous explosion erupted—Mujina was instantly engulfed in flames, annihilated in its entirety.

Another blast shook the void, and Mujina vanished from the universe.

Yet Tregear did not depart. He materialized at the planet’s former location, briefly sensing the aftermath before tearing open the fabric of space.

On the far side of the rift lay a sandy, ochre world, swept by yellow dust.

A dozen Mujinans struggled across its surface.

“Do you really think fleeing this dimension will save you?” Tregear sneered coldly, stepping unhesitatingly into the spatial fissure.

Galactic Government.

Durex entered a sealed chamber.

The room was small—no more than twenty square meters—and simply furnished with only a bed and a long cabinet.

Atop the cabinet rested a shard of iron, seemingly ordinary, but a closer look revealed a fierce aura lurking within.

On the bed lay a figure, heavily bandaged from head to toe, his features obscured—clearly gravely wounded.

“You’re awake?” Durex approached, placing the basket he carried on the table.

“Chairman…” Nodanshi struggled to sit upright, offering a weak salute.

Durex waved him off. “You’re badly hurt. Don’t strain yourself.”

“Yes.” Nodanshi Zamsha managed a bitter smile, lying back down before asking, “Any news of them?”

Durex hesitated, then shook his head. “No. Everything within the seven-hundred-thousand-kilometer radius of the Ghost Comet was destroyed. They’re likely gone.”

Nodanshi Zamsha’s eyes trembled, his jaw clenched so hard that his teeth grated audibly.

“Enough—don’t dwell on it,” Durex said gently. “Your priority is to recover. Only then can you avenge Jente and the others.”

“You’re right, Chairman.” Nodanshi Zamsha sighed, his gaze drifting to the fragments on the table.

It was a piece of the Demon Blade Nameless, which he had clutched tightly and brought back with him when he was found.

But a fragment is only a fragment—the Nameless Blade was shattered. He was no longer the inheritor of the Demon Blade.

With a bang, Nodanshi Zamsha struck the bedpost, his face twisted with frustration and rage.

“Tregear, I will kill you!” he vowed, enunciating each word. He then turned to Durex. “Chairman, please entrust me with the Seven Star Sword.”

To outsiders, the Seven Star Sword was simply the collective name for the seven Demon Blade Masters.

In truth, the Seven Star Sword was real—it was the eighth Demon Blade, and the most powerful.

According to the records of the Galactic Guild, a soul is sealed within the Seven Star Sword. If acknowledged by the blade, its bearer gains power far surpassing any Demon Blade—power on a cosmic scale.

Durex’s expression darkened, and he shook his head decisively. “No. The Seven Star Sword is the foundation of the Demon Blades. No one may wield it without permission.”