"Eh, something this fun was happening, and you didn't bring me along, Old Wen? What a cheapskate!"
Who else could that voice belong to but Little Illusion? "Fun? They're killing people. This isn't fun—it's an evil act that crosses the bottom line," Wenren Sheng corrected her with righteous solemnity.
Little Illusion shook her two pigtails, looking here, then there, and finally at Wenren Sheng.
Her fair little face was filled with confusion.
After quite a while, she suddenly understood. "No wonder something felt off. If you put it so nicely, why didn't you stop them?"
Wenren Sheng had known she would ask that, so he answered directly, "Wasn't this left for you to stop? If parents handle everything for their children, the children will never grow."
"Something's off. I always feel like you're hiding something huge from me! Hmph, I'm an adult now," Little Illusion said indignantly.
"Oh? I really can't tell," Wenren Sheng said, giving her a glance and shaking his head.
"Everyone at home says I'm a great singer! How am I not an adult?" Little Illusion immediately retorted.
"You need strangers to acknowledge that."
"Isn't that easy?"
As she spoke, Little Illusion looked toward the center of the grand stadium.
The next moment, a gigantic Ultraman appeared in the middle of the field.
"Ah! Ah! Look, what is that?"
"An Alien?"
"No... Is the other side of the world finally going to be revealed in broad daylight?"
On the host platform, everyone was utterly stunned and rose to their feet without realizing it.
Shan Zifan and the others remained calm. After all, they dealt with similar incidents regularly.
"Respected unknown god, may I ask if you have descended upon our world to save us?" Shan Zifan took a loudspeaker and spoke to the giant Ultraman.
"Save you?