Seeing His True Nature

Richard stared unblinkingly at the silver-white giant before him for a long while.

The other party remained silent as well, maintaining the same posture and meeting his gaze with the same look.

At first, Richard thought it was something like Noah's will. Perhaps Noah's consciousness had been hidden within his body all this time, contained within the light he possessed, much like other Ultramen who had fused with human hosts. It was just that Lord Noah had never spoken before, only silently observing him. Or perhaps he had been asleep all along, and his consciousness had now awakened along with the light.

But Richard soon realized that was not the case.

The giant before him was not Noah, nor was it anyone else's consciousness. It was a reflection, an image that did not truly exist, like what one saw when gazing into the surface of a clear lake.

He was looking at himself.

Or perhaps it could be said that he was Noah.

After all these years since he had transmigrated and been reborn, since he had obtained the light and experienced so much, he had finally come to understand his true nature today.

He was not a human host, nor was he a suitable wielder chosen by the light. His new life after transmigration itself existed in the form of "light." He was himself, not anyone else.

And what he had just seen was not truly something left behind by the other suitable wielders who had once possessed the light. It was instead his own understanding and reflection of what "Ultraman" represented.

It was like a multiple-choice question—after being reborn as an ordinary person, you obtained the light and became a hero called an "Ultraman." What would you choose to do now?

Richard had always believed that he was