Ultraman: I'm Incredible! Zatanos: I Worked So Hard!

Anyone familiar with Earth's ancient history knew that twenty thousand years ago, the first generation of Spirits of Vengeance had appeared on Earth in massive numbers, as if they had sprung up in clusters.

They had been born alongside the rain of fire that fell from the sky. During Earth's weakest era, the first generation of Spirits of Vengeance had become its strongest and most dependable defensive force.

The Eternals, one of Earth's two dominant races, had fled into the stars in disgrace. The Aberrants had not even had time to enjoy the fruits of their civil war victory or recuperate before the Celestials wiped them out.

The Spirits of Vengeance who descended from the heavens had been Earth's protectors during that frail era.

Zatanos had happened to charge straight into the line of fire. The instant he arrived on Earth, the battle-ready first-generation Spirits of Vengeance had fixed their sights on him. There had been no need for words; war had erupted immediately.

The outcome had been brutal as well. Zatanos had been battered senseless by an endless stream of unkillable Spirits of Vengeance and fled back to Hell covered in wounds.

Zatanos had kept that grudge in his little notebook for twenty thousand years.

Yet for some unknown reason, as Earth's native powers rose, those astonishingly numerous Spirits of Vengeance had gradually begun to disappear. By modern times, Ghost Rider was the only one left on the entire planet...

Of course, if one searched carefully, a few Spirits of Vengeance could still be found. But they were all countless generations removed from the original ones.

"Why was I, Zatanos, always so unlucky? Why did that immature New God always get to scoop up everything?"

Zatanos was furious inside. He had worked so hard, yet he was always one