Ultraman King

"Are you interested in this sort of thing?"

Seeing Masaki Keigo's reaction, Gen Otori asked curiously.

"Occupational habit. I used to be a scientist too."

Masaki Keigo smiled as he answered.

"The reason the King invited you here is related to that as well."

Gen Otori shifted the subject and got to the point.

"Oh?"

"A few years ago, during a mission, Taro witnessed an uninvited guest."

"An Ultimate Life Form that called himself Absolute Tartarus."

"He opened a golden gate leading to another Time and Space and forcibly took someone away."

Gen Otori's voice lowered, and his expression grew more solemn.

"Tregear?"

"Looks like you know quite a lot."

Gen Otori nodded, though he was not surprised.

"I know a little."

Masaki Keigo offered no further explanation.

The plot he knew, naturally, came from the TV series—

"From that moment onward, the King sensed an unprecedented crisis."

"The shadow of this crisis does not merely hang over our universe. It will spread and devour every timeline, every possibility."

"And the king said that you would be the key to this storm."

"The key? Me?"

Masaki Keigo looked thoughtfully at the rapidly retreating sea of stars beyond the "window."

Ultraman King—just how much had he seen?

As he pondered this, the darkness ahead was torn apart by a brilliance too dazzling to look at directly.

It was a planet.

A planet so enormous that it defied the laws of physics, radiating a soft yet brilliant light across its entire surface.

Several equally luminous artificial satellites orbited around it.

This magnificent sight was the legendary Planet Ultra—

Masaki Keigo could feel the terrifying gravitational field in this region, powerful enough to instantly tear an ordinary planet into dust.

Yet the Land of Light floated there peacefully—

But the red sphere did