"Wait a moment."
Yuzhou stopped Charija just as he was about to recalibrate the suitcase.
"What is it?" Charija tilted his head, confused. "If the timing is wrong, can't we just pick another one?"
"No rush." Yuzhou shook his head. "We can wait until this whole event finishes. Then I'll go do what I need."
The real reason he wanted to stay was simple: he wanted to witness what he had looked like after turning into Dark Tiga. Back then, he had lost consciousness. No matter how others described it to him afterward, nothing compared to seeing it with his own eyes.
"Alright, have it your way." Charija nodded. "So, what do you plan to do next?"
"Charija…" Yuzhou looked toward the direction Belial had flown.
"What?" Charija blinked, not sure where this was going.
"Want to go take a look at the Monster Graveyard?"
"The Monster Graveyard?!"
The moment Charija heard that name, his interest skyrocketed.
"Of course I want to!"
As a self-proclaimed collector of kaiju, the very idea of countless monster souls was irresistible. Naturally, he agreed without hesitation.
"Then let's go!"
Without waiting, Yuzhou launched himself toward the direction Belial had taken. Charija hopped on his black umbrella and followed close behind.
Yuzhou had been there before; he remembered the way clearly. Before long, the two of them reached the Monster Graveyard.
The gateway loomed ahead, three black rings intersecting, shrouded in ominous energy.
They exchanged a glance, then dove through. A ripple of distorted space spread across the air as they crossed into the Graveyard.
Inside, Belial was already at work. His twisted grin echoed across the void as he stared at the floating monster souls.
"Come on, everyone—let's fight together once more!"
He slammed the Plasma Spark Torch into the ground.
In an instant, blinding light flooded the graveyard. Belial raised the Ultimate Battler, holding it high above his head.
"Awaken… monsters!"
At his command, the countless souls screamed and plunged into the molten ground below. Moments later, the earth erupted—monsters clawing their way back into existence.
Hidden at a distance, Yuzhou and Charija watched silently.
Yuzhou dared not interfere. If another version of himself suddenly appeared on the battlefield, the timeline might collapse.
Charija, meanwhile, looked at the resurrecting monsters with stars in his eyes. But then he remembered Belial was standing right there—he wisely smothered his collector's urge.
When the army was fully reborn, Belial lifted the Ultimate Battler again. Streams of crimson-purple light shot from each kaiju into the weapon.
"My Monster Army… is reborn!" Belial's laugh tore through the graveyard.
Yuzhou and Charija didn't move, not even daring to breathe too loudly.
Eventually, five beams of light streaked down from the sky—Ultraman Tiga (his past self) and the other giants: the First Ultraman, Seven, and the rest.
After brief words exchanged, Belial turned his murderous gaze directly on Yuzhou's past self.
"So, you dare return? Good… very good!"
"Belial! Never heed rumors or slander!"
"…Fine then!"
From the sidelines, present Yuzhou listened to his past self's bold lines and almost laughed aloud.
Then came the clash: the Ultra Brothers holding back the horde while his past self charged toward the Plasma Spark Core.
Soon, the two Yuzhous faced Belial directly.
"Belial!"
"…Have you eaten yet?!"
Present Yuzhou nearly choked on laughter.
"Belial! Do you even have parents?!"
"My parents have long left this world!"
"Then let me be your father!"
"Die!"
Charija's jaw dropped. He turned to Yuzhou, eyes full of admiration. "You… are a madman. Truly a warrior!"
Yuzhou scratched his cheek awkwardly. "Ah… so you discovered my secret identity as Belial's father, huh?"
On the battlefield, his past self's crimson crystal sword shattered. In the next instant, Belial sent him flying with a brutal smash of the Ultimate Battler.
"Didn't even last three seconds," Charija muttered, shaking his head.
"Cough… don't sweat the details," Yuzhou grumbled. "The important thing is—I beat him in the end."
"Really?" Charija looked at him doubtfully. "You? Beat Belial?"
"Though, I'll admit… you can take a hit. Two of the galaxy's fiercest monsters died in one strike from him, yet you survived."
"…You're praising me, but why does it sound like an insult?" Yuzhou sighed.
Then came the moment when Rei's Reiblood heritage awoke in a frenzy, forcing even the Ultra Brothers to fend him off. Meanwhile, his past self shrank to human size, sprinting toward the Plasma Spark.
Not long after, another Ultra appeared—Dyna, dragging the Dragon Carrier with him. Without hesitation, he leapt straight at Belial, locking him in a brutal grapple.
Present Yuzhou, now back in human form, sat down with Charija. They cracked open sunflower seeds, casually spectating.
"Secret technique—Iron Lock Man♂ chokehold!" his past self roared, clamping Belial's throat.
"Yo, impressive! You even dared choke Belial." Charija gave Yuzhou a thumbs-up.
Moments later—boom!—his past self was sent flying again. Charija quietly lowered his thumb.
"Any last words before you die?" Belial growled, advancing.
"You'll need thirty million more years if you want me dead!"
Charija glanced at Yuzhou. "He's stubborn. You sure he survived?"
"Idiot. Look at me sitting right here. Obviously, I survived."
"…Fair point." Charija scratched his head, feeling foolish.
Then came the decisive moment. Past Yuzhou thrust his hand into the Plasma Spark Core itself, ripping out a mass of pure light and slamming it into his Color Timer.
"You're insane!" Charija gasped. "That's the Plasma Spark of the Land of Light! No being could possibly withstand that energy!"
"Yet here I am," Yuzhou retorted, rolling his eyes. "Alive, next to you, eating seeds."
"…You win," Charija muttered.
On the battlefield, Yuzhou's body erupted with blinding power. His form shifted wildly—Power Type, Sky Type, Multi Type—each change strengthening him further.
Belial lunged to strike, but the sheer force radiating from Yuzhou flung him backward like a ragdoll.
"So this is how it happened…" Present Yuzhou whispered. His gaze stayed locked on his other self, who roared as his body cycled through every form, each transformation reforging his body anew.