My name is Liam. I'm 5,300 years old and unmarried.
I'm an intern at the Land of Light Science and Technology Bureau, and I always leave work on time — no overtime for me.
Before bed, I take an Ion bath, ensuring no fatigue or stress lingers into the next day.
The Silver Cross Army all say I'm perfectly normal.
Yes, Liam is a transmigrator — a rather ordinary young Ultraman from the Land of Light, just a bit over five thousand years old.
But it wasn't always like this.
I started as an ordinary, until one day, I closed my eyes and opened them to find a whole lifetime had passed.
I had transmigrated.
Honestly, that first rebirth was pretty lucky. Compared to the disastrous starts of many web novel protagonists, I was blessed by the godess of luck!
I was born directly in the famed Land of Light, into the Ultraman race — a god-like species at the pinnacle of the universe.
When I landed after transmigration, I couldn't help but think, Never has there been such a wonderful start!
If I hadn't known Ultramen's secret weakness — an irrational fear of milk — I might have popped champagne right then and there.
As the saying goes, the end of the universe is a civil servant.
Born directly into the universe's main civil service, I secured a coveted position, thinking it was an ironclad job with a steady path toward longevity in the Land of Light.
I studied at Ultra Academy, graduated top of my class, and landed an internship at the Science and Technology Bureau, aiming for full-time work.
Even with excellent grades and a recommendation to join the elite Space Garrison, I refused — choosing the Science and Technology Bureau instead.
It wasn't that I was more passionate about science than power.
Joining the Space Garrison meant frontline duty and risking death.
Even the big heroes with shining halos on TV have two or three brushes with death on average.
Though an excellent graduate, I knew in an Ultraman show, I'd just be background character in a team fight — no protagonist spotlight.
No Spolight means no guarantee you'll come back from your next mission.
Longevity is one of Ultraman's greatest gifts, and since I was reborn as a long-lived species, I intended to maximize it.
My goal was simple: level up by researching Super technology, occasionally accept manageable missions on nearby planets to gain experience, then emerge at max level.
That should have been my steady path to the peak of my Ultra life — but fate had other plans.
I transmigrated again...
This time it was a lab accident.
At the Science and Technology Bureau, it was common knowledge that Hikari — a typical mad scientist — had just developed a spatiotemporal bracelet.
Its purpose? To allow an Ultra Warrior to freely travel through space.
Long story short: the bracelet malfunctioned, the lab exploded, and an intern Ultra — me, the handsome one passing by — got sucked into the vortex, emerging dazed and transmigrated.
This time, I landed somewhere worse — the DC World.
What kind of place is the DC Universe?
It's a world where gods walk among mortals, and freaks who can obliterate planets with a single punch are common.
Destroyers roam freely, capable of wiping countless worlds from the multiverse.
Just look at Earth's resident heroes: Superman, the DC Universe's icon, is absurdly powerful when he goes all out.
An I'm just a ordinary Ultraman!!
Even within the Ultraman race, strength varies wildly.
The Ultra Brothers, the stars of the Space Garrison, are top-tier heavyweights — the difference between me and them is like a high school student compared to a Nobel laureate.
Those bigwigs can blow up planets casually; I don't have that power.
As the blue-skinned Bureau Chief always says, we are scientists, not gods.
So, I leaned on my racial talent to shift back into a human form and quietly blend in.
Although I can transform into any appearance now, I chose to look like my pre-transmigration self — blond hair, beautiful blue eyes and a sculpted physique!!
Just like my previous life!! I swear!!
I wasn't sure whether to count this as luck, but at least I still had Hikari's bracelet.
Who is Hikari?
The chief scientist of the Land of Light, the mastermind behind ninety percent of Ultraman's Super technology, a creator of world-shattering devices.
You might doubt Hikari's security, but never his inventions.
All Ultraman tech runs on a unique energy called "light."
It's energy, yet not just energy — straddling the line between materialism and idealism, leaning slightly to the idealistic side.
Hikari designed the bracelet to be charged by this idealistic light — like piggybacking off someone else's massive Wi-Fi hotspot, drawing power from a whole region's light.
But luck was not on my side — I landed in the DC World, and even before the Justice League had appeared here.
Crime rates were skyrocketing everywhere, like Popeye on spinach — a race to the bottom of decay.
At this point, even Senior Tiga would shrug and say, Just stew this world into soup; it's beyond saving.
That's not how we were taught at the Land of Light though.
When I was in class, the teachers always said:
Where there is no light, we shall become the only light.
For me, that was a built-in system golden finger, like the Chinese say.
Positive emotions — joy, gratitude, enthusiasm — feed back into my experience points.
Destroying sources of darkness — powerful evil beings — yields even more.
Equivalent exchange, really.
Leveling up by fighting monsters; bigger threats grant bigger rewards.
A day ago, I saw the giant starfish that fell from the sky, on the news.
Reporters, from far beyond the cordon, filmed the towering alien beast and the firefight with some unknown agency.
At that moment, my long-dormant comic memories awakened.
Isn't that… Starro?
Starro — the quintessential DC villain, a cosmic starfish drifting through interstellar space, the first foe the Justice League ever assembled to fight in comic history.
He showed up in The Suicide Squad 2, too, though the movie version was nerfed for the protagonists' sake.
There, he was defeated by a bunch of Rats. Really embarrassing.
The original Starro would be stronger, but only so much.
His real threat lies in parasitic mind control — face-hugging, brainwashing starfish.
Most veteran Justice League members could take him down solo.
No matter the version, Starro isn't much of a threat to me now — probably just a matter of one Spacium.
That moving starfish on the news? Not a cosmic monster.
It was a jjst some good experience points, shaped like a starfish.
I knew that if it wasn't dealt with quickly, its brainwashing face-huggers would cause unimaginable havoc.
But that didn't matter anymore.
Because I was going to act.
Yesterday, the Light of Giant descended from the sky and with a single powerful blast, reduced the starfish to scrap.
Yes — Ultraman's signature Spacium Ray.
A required course in combat at the academy, one I'd practiced for a hundred years before mastering.
A hundred years might sound ridiculous, but for long-lived species like us, time flows differently.
From a human perspective, I was still just a student.
Authorities hadn't issued any statement yet, but public opinion exploded:
"Mysterious Giant Destroys Beast."
"Is it God? Or Alien?"
"Definitely Alien!"
A young man in a leather jacket excitedly told a camera:
"I live nearby, saw it with my own eyes! There's nothing like that on Earth!"
Another, more frantic, grabbed the mic:
"I warned you! This world's beyond saving! Even God can't stand it, so He came! Soon this world — with all its greed and sin — will be razed to the ground, just like the biblical flood..."
Kids in Gotham were already calling the giant "Ultraman".
Mainly because Liam himself influenced the newspaper. He didnt want to learn from Saitama and become a 'Caped-alien-baldey'.
The benefits of these chain reactions were clear even to me.
The bracelet's spatiotemporal energy surged — the biggest boost since my transmigration — and unlocked new modules.
It started searching for the Land of Light Science and Technology Bureau headquarters, hoping to find my organization across the multiverses.
Sadly, the search failed.
Still, the bracelet unlocked tech data below authority level three.
That was a big surprise.
Those unfamiliar with the Science and Technology Bureau can't imagine how warped our top labs are, led by the blue-skinned Bureau Chief.
Like a cannon with power rivaling the spatiotemporal bomb Belial used — capable of destroying universes.
Or the life solidification tech that resurrects the dead, plug-and-play, more outrageous than any ninja clan's eye technique.
Of course, those top-tier techs require high clearance.
But I quickly found a basic, practical tech I could replicate — the Spacium Cannon.
It's similar in principle to the Spacium Ray gun designed by Earth's Defense Force XIO, though less powerful than an authentic Ultraman's Spacium Ray.
It's black tech for humans, but a piece of cake for the Science and Technology Bureau.
With blueprints and manuals, building it was easier than many academy courses.
Granted, the materials here were inferior, making it feel like Stark building his Iron Man armor in a cave from scraps.
But that didn't stop me — the top graduate from the Land of Light.
After assembly, I donned the cannon in my private basement lab, admiring its smooth lines and metallic sheen.
I couldn't help but feel proud of my masterpiece.
By nightfall, dressed entirely in black combat suit and helmet — featureless, almost like Snake-Eyes from the special forces movies — I was ready.
Whether it was Batman or not, a dangerous abduction-obsessed individual lurking nearby was cause for concern.
After making peace with local gangs, I hated having new unknown variables in my territory.
Back in the Land of Light, I took an elective in forensic science.
I once heard Senior Seven from Space Garrison — a legend — give a lecture.
Unlike human forensic science, our tracking relies heavily on our eyes plus logic.
After training, an Ultraman's eyes can emit various light waves, telescopic vision, X-rays, and even detect disguises.
They can scan scenes for traces left days ago, replaying crimes like a movie.
Though not a pro investigator, I aced this elective and trusted my eyes.
I planned to visit the address Mr. Grimm mentioned about his abducted child.
But as I flew over an alley, I glanced down — instinctively.
With my super vision, I spotted a black vehicle hiding in shadows — a sleek war machine with jet engines, nothing normal for city streets.
Batmobile?
I stopped on a rooftop, peering at the vehicle.
Its design was different from the Batmobiles in my memory but had the prototype of a future Batmobile.
Blue light flickered in my eyes, zooming in, rays piercing the metal to feed me the interior view.
There, inside, sat the legendary Dark Knight — the mysterious avenger, greatest detective of the DC World, a terror to criminals —
He was eating Lunch from a Lunch box in his Batmobile.