Ultraman floated in mid-air, watching the purple energy shield slowly fade away like mist dispersed by the wind.
Ultraman scanned it with his super vision, trying different wavelengths, but he still couldn’t see through the composition of this thing.
This wasn’t any known form of energy; it felt more like the product of some pure law.
Ultraman didn’t delve any deeper and descended from the air.
Jina had already invited the three of them into her small Villa.
The living room wasn’t large but was kept very clean.
The boxes of supplies she had hoarded earlier were piled in the corner, making it look like a pre-prepared combat supply station instead.
Jina’s gaze was involuntarily drawn to the tiny figure by her feet.
A black cape, a cowl with pointed ears, a yellow utility belt, and sharp, blocky lines all over his body.
He looked exactly like the character from the children’s movie in Jina’s memory, except he had jumped from the screen into reality.
“It really is Lego Batman.” Jina squatted down, carefully examining the tiny plastic figure.
Lego Batman stood with his hands on his hips, looking up at the gazes of the two giants without flinching in the slightest.
Lego Batman covered the lower half of his face with a corner of his cape and let out a deep whisper:
“So this is the informant Superman planted in the group. I must watch my words and not let her gather any more intelligence on me.”
Jina opened her mouth slightly, then closed it again.
This Batman is so cute.
Does he not realize he just spoke his inner thoughts aloud again?
Jina hesitated for a second about whether to remind him, but ultimately decided not to mostly because she wanted to see what else he would say.
Ultraman didn’t join the onlookers.
His super hearing caught sounds from the other end of the street footsteps, clashing equipment, and brief communication exchanges.
Shadow World, anomaly source, zombie crisis, energy detection.
Ultraman quickly extracted key information from these fragments and reached a conclusion:
There was an armed organization in this World that specialized in handling anomalous events.
They were no strangers to this purple energy shield, yet Jina seemed completely unaware of it. Find the original chapter at novelping.com.
Ultraman’s first instinct was to tell Jina about this.
But the problem was the real Superman wouldn’t use super hearing to eavesdrop on others’ communications at all times, especially when there was no clear threat.
If Ultraman directly blurted out this information now, it would be tantamount to admitting he was secretly eavesdropping on everyone.
No matter how much of a comedic relief Lego Batman was, he was still a Batman.
He wouldn’t miss a detail like this.
Ultraman swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue and switched to a safer opening: “The energy shield outside has dissipated. The street has returned to normal.”
“Really?” Jina walked to the window and took a look.
The street outside had indeed returned to calm, and a few pedestrians were standing on the street.
“I always thought there were no anomalies in this World. Aside from having someone else’s memory in my head, I don’t have any superpowers. I feel so useless.” Jina sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly.
“No. You still have a kind heart that wants to help others,” Ultraman said, his voice quiet but steady.
“And the actions to match. You are by no means useless.”
Jina dithered for a moment, then looked up at him.
She had heard Superman comfort Saeko in the chat group, so she knew he was very gentle.
But hearing about it from others was a completely different feeling than hearing it in person.
There was no superficiality or politeness in those blue eyes; he was genuinely validating her.
Ultraman didn’t explain further.
In his mind, he silently compared her to the protagonists of the fanfiction novels he had read before crossing over some started by cheating and deceiving, some put on airs by relying on their knowledge of the plot, and some treated their group members as mere tools.
Jina’s personality knowing the plot but not daring to exploit it, hoarding supplies but feeling too embarrassed to ask for reimbursement, and even agonizing for ages just to ask for help was already several tiers above most people in terms of morality.
Mami Tomoe walked to the window, looking at the pedestrians reappearing on the street outside.
This scene was very familiar the distorted barrier disappeared, reality blanketed everything once more, and clueless ordinary people went on with their day-to-day lives.
“It’s just like a Witchs Barrier,” Mami Tomoe said calmly, as if stating a natural phenomenon she had witnessed countless times.
“Once it’s destroyed, everything goes back to normal.”
Ultraman and Batman turned their gazes toward her at the same time.
“Speaking of which, Miss Tomoe,” Ultraman seized the opportunity to transition naturally, maintaining a Superman-esque tone of concern.
“What kind of enemies do you usually deal with? Is there anything I can do to help?”
She looked at the people before her Superman, Batman.They had rushed from different Worlds to help Jina deal with the zombies, without any conditions or hesitation.
Mami Tomoe recalled when she first joined the group, Jina had said she knew her, but had hesitantly claimed she had no further information about her World.
Mami Tomoe hadn’t failed to notice those hesitant pauses and deliberately avoided topics, but she had never pressed for answers.
If Mami Tomoe told them about her situation now, did it mean she could finally have companions to fight alongside.
Mami Tomoe slowly began to speak, starting from how she protected Mitakihara all by herself, to the Witches’ Barriers, to those distorted spaces that only she could see, enter, and fight in, and how no one in this city knew of her battles.
After listening, Lego Batman spoke up directly: “You mean to say the entire city is being protected by you, an underage girl? Have the adults in your World not noticed anything?”
“Because of the Witches’ Barriers, ordinary people can’t perceive it.” Mami shook her head.
There was no resentment in her tone, just a statement of fact.
“Even if they accidentally enter a barrier, most people lose their memories of it after they escape.”
Ultraman fell silent for a second after hearing this.
In truth, he didn’t want to face that white alien creature at all.
But right now, Ultraman’s persona was Superman there was no way Superman could hear about an underage girl bearing the sole responsibility of patrolling a city at night and fighting life-and-death battles without being moved to action.
“I see.” Ultraman made his tone firm yet gentle, his expression filled with righteous resolve.
“If possible, please let me go to your World to assist you. As an adult, I should also do my part.”
Lego Batman whipped around, his cape flaring out with a distinct plastic stiffness.
He spoke to the empty air, his voice kept very low:
“I must go along too. I have to keep a constant eye on this Superman. Who knows what he might do in a parallel Universe.”
Pausing, Lego Batman added another line, his voice louder and more confident:
“Besides, as a Batman with nine-pack abs, I’m obviously much better suited to help another World than anyone else.”
However, traveling across Worlds required points.
Everyone had to return to their own Worlds first and wait for the points to accumulate before they could take their next steps.
…
Ultraman returned to his Ultraman Building once again, and as soon as he arrived, he heard an annoying voice.
This voice belonged to Superwoman the counterpart of Wonder Woman and Lois Lane in the main Universe.