radicalducati Chapter 174, Section 173: My Dream: I Actually Died?
Chapter 174, Section 173: My Dream: I Actually Died?
Chapter 174, Section 173: My Dream: I Actually Died? (First Update)
"Jiang Yu, why did you seem a bit listless just now?"
"You're going to see Secretary-General Sawai tomorrow, something many people could never do in their entire lives."
After dinner, they chatted for a while before everyone went their separate ways.
Everyone has work to do, so we all have to get up early tomorrow.
On the way back, Daigo held the back of his head, thinking about the approved plan, and felt a little happy.
Another night without instant noodles, and I don't have to get up too early tomorrow.
Jiang Yu is a bit strange; he seemed perfectly normal when he first arrived.
The further I went, the more distracted I became.
"Daigo, you don't understand. You guys have disappointed me so much."
Jiang Yu didn't try to hide anything from Daigo, but he would omit some things that he felt Daigo couldn't understand.
"? Disappointed? Why do you say that?"
Daigo stopped in his tracks, his expression somewhat strange.
Forget about him, Jiang Yu, Meng, and Feibiao just met, didn't they?
"Well, you all look so lifeless, like salted fish without any ideals. How are you going to save the world like this?!"
When Jiang Yu tried his best to restore Daigo's power in the parallel universe from an ideal perspective, Daigo naturally ignored it, looking somewhat helpless.
Jiang Yu is at it again, talking about saving the world. What does that have to do with him, a civil servant who receives a fixed, meager salary every month?
As for ideals, no one wants to give up, but that's reality.
I think the time I truly gave up on my ideals was when I went to university.
Ignoring others' recommendations, she chose the same tourism management major as Jiang Yu, instead of something related to astronauts.
It's because he knows that life can't afford to wait too long.
As I grew up, I discovered that becoming an astronaut didn't necessarily mean going to the Land of Light; it mostly meant spending time orbiting around Earth.
If one were to actually become an astronaut, it would be impossible to stay in Yokohama.
Lina has chosen a television station in Yokohama due to family reasons.
Once he leaves, if anything changes, no matter what, Daigo feels he will never forgive himself.
He had harbored feelings for Lina since childhood, and he would never accept that Lina's future partner would not be his.
Even if it means being looked down upon by Lina for giving up my ideals —
It's better to be like Jiang Yu, someone who doesn't have many worries, who can confine himself at home for two years for his absurd ideals.
But that might not be possible in the future. With Miss Camilla by his side, Jiang Yu should be able to let go of the Ultraman thing.
As any adult should know, there is no such thing as Ultraman in this world.
"—Sigh, Daigo, you're really different now."
Jiang Yu stopped speaking with a complicated expression, realizing that his indirect probing had been completely useless.
Daigo couldn't remember anything about his childhood, as if he were locked up.
Unlike Daigo from the Ultraman Tiga world, who transformed into light amidst shouts when everyone was still questioning the existence of Ultraman.
"Me? I've always been the same. On the contrary, Jiang Yu, you've changed quite a bit this time because of your amnesia."
Yesterday I was thinking about how to raise money for your treatment, but now it seems I don't need to.
You used to be very withdrawn; you never talked to me for this long, even when we were talking.
You're laughing more often now; it seems like this amnesia is actually a good thing.
Daigo explained that he didn't understand which kind of difference Jiang Yu was referring to.
"It's getting late, I have to go to work tomorrow. Jiang Yu, you also have to go to Uncle Beidou's place tomorrow, right?"
When they arrived at his doorstep, Daigo began to say goodbye.
"Yes, that's right. Daigo, you should get some rest."
Jiang Yu nodded and went into his home.
The phone rang; Camilla's call brought good news.
Barring any unforeseen circumstances, Jiang Yu and Zejing will meet tomorrow at a private dinner.
It's inevitable that, in addition to Camilla, there will be another "old guy" on the field, as she calls him.
I heard their attitude wasn't very friendly.
Jiang Yu held the phone, and with his other hand, he subconsciously tightened his grip on the bronze magic wand in his pocket, feeling a greater sense of security.
This body isn't much better than an ordinary person's, and this is the only thing that can make him feel a little more comfortable.
After hanging up the phone and agreeing to meet again tomorrow, Jiang Yu stared at the ceiling in the darkness.
The Seven Warriors can't intervene anymore. If all else fails, could we awaken Camilla?
However, the thought of Camilla wielding her little light whip still sent a chill down Jiang Yu's spine.
He wasn't the real Ultraman Tiga; he couldn't withstand that kind of treatment.
The next day, Jiang Yu went to work at Hokuto Seisakusho's bakery just like the day before. This time, Camilla didn't do anything fancy like buying bread; instead, she stayed to help out.
Anyway, there's plenty of time in the afternoon, so there's no rush.
Daigo went to greet foreign tourists, while Asuka went to the golf course to continue working as a caddie.
In my dream, I didn't go to work as usual; I took half a day off.
"Um, Fujimiya, what important matter did you call me out about?"
Arriving at the agreed-upon seaside park, I spotted Fujimiya and ran over to pull out a chair to sit down.
This morning, Fujimiya suddenly called and asked him to meet. Although he was a little confused, he still asked for leave.
He was also very curious about what had made Fujimiya specifically call him out.
Fujimiya is always very busy with his research on anti-gravity systems, unless—
I suppressed my joy mixed with a certain disappointment and asked, "Could it be that you've made progress in your research on anti-gravity systems?"
"Of course not, there's something more important."
Fujimiya shifted his gaze from the sea, his cold expression growing even more serious, which made me shrink back a little.
When he applied to leave the Anti-Gravity System Research Center, he had never seen Fujimiya's expression this frightening.
"So what is it?"
"A dream."
"Dream?"
I was so stunned that I almost lost my balance.
Could a dream really have turned Fujimiya into this? She's completely different from the workaholic Fujimiya I remember.
"Yes, I dreamt of the world being destroyed. Monsters appeared, but Ultraman was not there."
I dreamt that you and your friends rushed out of the shelter, only to be killed by monsters the moment they arrived.
I cowered in the shelter, too afraid to even answer the ocean's call.
Fujimiya Hiroya's face showed recollection, his fists clenched, as if he felt ashamed of himself in the dream.
Although it was a dream, the one who was barely surviving was indeed him.
"Um, Fujimiya, it was just a dream. It was just a little scary. Maybe you've been too tired lately."
I was somewhat surprised that I actually died in Fujimiya's dream.
Although it didn't actually happen, a chill still crept over me.
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