Are You Saying Corn Pipe Won the Resurrection Match?

"No—but this is only the first day!"

"----You've directly evolved into a dual-type fusion stage Space Beast?"

"?!?"

The guy in the video, who appeared to be Chinese, was speaking Mandarin with a regional accent.

As if startled, the dormitory's godfather's fingers twitched nervously, and the video abruptly stopped.

Unfortunately, the screen on the phone was transitioning at that exact moment, stopping right on that blurry, enormous claw in the distance.

The classroom was almost full and quite noisy, but the two of them were staring at each other, as if they had been muted.

"----Oh my god."

Wu Shaoyou held it in for a long time, probably wondering if his ears had just come back from some major ward, before finally managing to squeeze out those two words through gritted teeth.

"The guy inside just mentioned...[NXT]?"

"He also mentioned Space Beast? Lei Zi, did you hear that? I didn't mishear, did I?"

In contrast, he clearly had some doubts about his own listening comprehension skills, which he had yet to pass the CET-4 (College English Test Band 4).

Wang Lei didn't say anything, but his brows were tightly furrowed. He casually snatched the other half of the earphone back from his big brother, and after it returned to its complete form, he dragged the progress bar back a little and listened to the slightly trembling words again carefully.

"My God—this is absolutely unbelievable!"

Once he confirmed that it wasn't his own ears or headphones that were acting up, he stubbornly pulled back the video several times, his lips constantly moving as he repeatedly tried to check if the person's lip movements and voice matched.

He clearly suspected that the voice-over was added randomly in post-production.

But the answer is self-evident.

After Wu Shaoyou followed the same method for a round, the two finally reached the same conclusion. They looked at each other and, not surprisingly, noticed that the other's expression was very subtle.

What's going on with that plane?

You could tell that Wu Shaoyou's voice was starting to sound weak.

"What is this? A Nexus fan-made live-action movie? This investment is huge! Are they really going to bring in the army to bomb Tokyo? Or did the legendary five-star general MacArthur, with the spiritual support of the forum members, finally manage to elbow down the prison chief, and the god-like combination of Melody and the ecstatic prime minister won the entire resurrection round in one life, joining Tsuburaya Productions ' 1:1 scale monster suit CG operation project?"

His reaction of wanting to complain when he gets nervous is clearly in line with the human pattern of self-relieving excitement.

But his roommate grabbed him by the neck with his right hand, as if he had seized Fate by the back of the neck, shattering his pointless fantasy!

Theoretically speaking, it's most likely CG.

At this moment, his adoptive father, who seemed to be possessed by Dong Zhuo, interrupted him, pointing at the crowd that had once again frozen on the phone screen with a somewhat uncertain expression.

"Look at those people running away, the one who wet his pants, the one bleeding, the ones trampled on the ground, which adult would dare to carry a child and run with them in the crowd? This can't be an act, can it?"

"The main problem is that these people, these things, don't look like models at all! What special effects company could be this amazing?"

Look at the texture, such a large-scale physical rendering effect----"

He became more and more excited as he muttered, but he didn't dare to speak too loudly. In desperation, he could only lean closer and whisper a sentence.

"This fucking... fucking... this feels so real..."

"If this were made with technology—this technology, wow—"

A few beads of sweat even appeared on his forehead, showing that, like Wu Shaoyou, he was also suppressing his extraordinary excitement.

Not long after, the school bell rang, and the teacher walked in carrying her things.

The classroom, which had been buzzing with conversations about last night's variety shows, homework, and gaming with the speakers on, quieted down considerably.

They were like monkeys wearing golden headbands; although they were still "unruly" and did whatever they wanted, they at least quieted down and gave the teacher on stage some face.

By this point, neither of them spoke casually anymore. They simply and cautiously reopened the video, watching the young man with the buzz cut clutching his abdomen as he was swept along by the crowd, occasionally glancing back at the terrifying scene unfolding in the city—a scene of raging inferno, thick smoke billowing into the sky.

So much so that the sound of that violent bombing caused tremors throughout the entire scene, or rather, the ground itself!

A muffled sound, but then a loud hissing sound like a subwoofer, followed!

Even the audience off-screen felt a sudden jolt, vaguely sensing their eardrums being jolted by the sudden impact, which was almost unbearable.

Among the crowd in the video, the young man who covered his ears with both hands, struggled to breathe, and had a heavy expression as if he had heard that his boss had been three months late with paying wages, did not seem to be acting at all!

NEXT, or rather, N Project which began with the Next Ultraman, is a tokusatsu series that was born at the wrong time and was ultimately canceled due to insufficient funding.

Compared to other works that increasingly focus on selling toys and nostalgia, this is a work with a plot that can be described as "dark, profound, and cruel," and is extremely unique.

Unlike other Ultraman, the protagonists who inherit the same light throughout the generations include, but are not limited to, "an ordinary, unremarkable middle-aged pilot with no box office appeal," "a war correspondent seeking redemption through a one-stop service for traditional Ultraman photon skin rejuvenation," "an officially designated account holder whose girlfriend was murdered and turned into a puppet," and "a genetically modified human with a terminal illness," etc.

No, I can understand Tsuburaya's frustration at canceling this once highly anticipated "serious adult Ultraman" series, but the way your work won the revival round is a bit too extreme!? Did you suddenly acquire some incredible technical skill in physically rendered CG?! Or did you pull General Mai back from the bottom to command the Okinawa Base and serve as an unpaid extra in your spin-off?!

He was internally making these nonsensical complaints.

Even after the young man in the video completely disappeared into the distance of the street with the crowd, and the video briefly went black before replaying, Wu Shaoyou was still carefully pondering the words the guy had said.

To be precise, after being briefly captivated by the word "Space Beast" mentioned by the "protagonist" in the scene, once they calmed down a bit, one of the two adoptive father and son, who were born in the dormitory, had already regained his senses. "Wait a minute, in Nexus Ultraman, someone knows about 'net'," he thought, "But he said 'Space Beast' afterward, right?"

"Yeah, Space Beast, what's wrong?"

Wang Lei glanced at him in confusion, but soon noticed with some unease a strange expression on his roommate's face—a complex mix of emotions, like muscles simultaneously half-crying and half-laughing, pulling at each other in a tug-of-war.

"Lei Zi, the name 'Space Beast' is a nickname created by the Mandarin translation; it never appeared in the original story."

"Besides, even if Tsuburaya Productions is incredibly enthusiastic, they wouldn't go so far as to cast a non-native Chinese-speaking character as the main character in Ultraman movie, would they? And if it was really CG-generated, the scriptwriters shouldn't have made such a huge mistake, right?"

"And—he mentioned something earlier, 'main quest,' right?"

Once he understood the meaning behind those words, Wang Lei let out a cold breath.

He suddenly turned his head to stare at his eldest son, but didn't say a word. Only a slightly frightened look gradually began to creep onto the face of this "godfather".

To be precise, it was an extremely absurd possibility, yet one that reason could not completely ignore, and one that they had been intentionally or unintentionally avoiding all along. At this moment, like a mole master in the form of a Viet Cong spy, it suddenly popped out of their own minds, no longer under any control!

Just thinking about that possibility sent a slight chill down my spine.

That's terrifying.

Subconsciously, even faster than his other clear thoughts, Wang Lei simply grabbed his phone and started looking up the original URL of the randomly pushed video.

Another gaze was also silently fixed on the screen beside them, watching the webpage refresh repeatedly.

For some reason, Wu Shaoyou, who was merely rubbing his hands together, suddenly felt a deep sense of familiarity. When was that? It seemed like two or three weeks ago, back when he was researching that groundbreaking work of the Infinite Flow genre...

That unsettling "strange" feeling, which seems somewhat similar to the present situation—