Yellow sunlight washed over the wondrous landscape.
Green fields flourished, providing rich herbs for eager hands
to pick. Waterfalls rejuvenated massive rivers brimming with
aquatic life. Mountains towered in the distance, paling in
comparison to the great walls looming beyond them. The natives
of this beautiful land had no clouds to look up to, no blue
skies to find comfort in. An artificial sphere hovered above
the mysterious paradise, brightening land that hadn't seen
light since time began. Had the miniature star faded into
oblivion, perpetual darkness would've flooded the earthly
cavern. But its masters wouldn't let its life be extinguished
so easily. Miles beneath its gleaming beauty, giant structures
stood at the bay of a great lake. Had a surface dweller seen
these structures, he might've described it as being both alien
and Greek in terms of shape and style.
But Greece was nothing compared to Seatopia.
Surveying his city and its subjects outside
his throne room, the King of Seatopia regarded his duties
with a stern look. He looked much like a Man. He had a large
build dressed in white robes. A silver crown rested above
his head, glinting in the sunlight. He even had the mannerisms
of one both blessed and cursed with the divine right to rule.
But the look in his eye suggested he wasn't a Man, certainly
not one among the living.
'Seatopia continues to flourish,' he thought
with great pride. 'I find myself once again indebted to my
people. They continue to show why I must guide them through
this crisis. Long ago, when I was young and Seatopia was nothing
more than an idea, our Lord Megalon sought to save us from
ourselves. Back then our planet could no longer sustain us.
Because of our folly, we killed it. But our sins couldn't
kill our unbreakable resolve. Lord Megalon, the first and
mightiest of the Space Hunter M Nebulans, took the finest
of his stock, and ventured the stars. He brought us to this
world. But the great journey greatly taxed his power. What
was once the brightest, most innovative mind I had ever seen
was reduced to a pale imitation of its former self. Making
matters worse, the Earth was populated by a race of hairless
mammals. Although their minds were primitive and their technological
skills were in their infancy, we saw potential. So we tried
mentoring these savages much like our Lord Megalon did for
us. Man responded by hunting my kind down and butchering them
The King frowned. Hatred flowed through his
dead veins. One of the many curses of having this body. But
he had long learned to keep his emotions under control.
'But we were not helpless. Lord Megalon was
still alive and loyal to our cause. He saved us and wiped
out the human settlements that hated us so. Lord Megalon's
glorious mind was lost. But his quest for perfect peace had
never been stronger. So he lead us deep into the Earth, finding
a great cavern for us to reshape in our image. Megalon worked
tirelessly to provide us food and water. But we were still
bereft of peace. We needed to establish the old laws to govern
our people. At this point I stepped into the light and took
power by force. I had learned from our Lord Megalon, studying
him like an apprentice would under his master. I was the worthiest.'
He gaped at the great sphere and wondered what
it would happen if its light extinguished. The King secretly
thought his empire would look more beautiful at night.
'As our minds transcended their limitations,
our bodies could no longer serve us. To transform this barren
cave into a paradise, we needed the surface dwellers. So we
searched for worthy vessels, humans who were our physical
equals. Satisfied with our choices, we slew them with no ill
will. Their bodies were ours for the taking. With these new
hands, we built Seatopia. And for many centuries, it was good.
But on the surface, Mankind thrived. They had spread to all
corners of the globe, infecting great forests, deserts, and
islands with their maliciousness. For a time I had no interest
in them. They couldn't hurt us even if they wanted to. Of
my few regrets, this is the one I am most offended by. It
wasn't long before Mankind studied nuclear fission and the
power of the atom. That's when our drinking water became contaminated.
Like so many other organisms, we were plagued by radioactive
sickness and death.
'Now I have every right to declare war. May
our Lord Megalon finally bring peace once and for all. '
Ultraman floated aimlessly in space. The Sun
appeared as a tiny glow in the blackness. Even from a great
distance, it instilled enough energy to keep Ultraman alive
and well. When this solar system was still in its infancy,
the Nebula M78, also known as the Land of Light, knew no equal
in the cosmos. It was Ultraman's home and he loved it very
much. Believing it was their birthright to defend the cosmos
from evil, Ultraman knew only war, honor, and righteousness.
But when he was deployed to this planet to save it from destruction,
Ultraman experienced other forms of glory. At first glance
these humans were nothing like his people. They're a warlike,
hate mongering society. Many of the most dangerous monsters
in the cosmos owe their existence to these humans. However,
they were not without a thriving sense of right and wrong.
They're empathy for one another won them Ultraman's affections.
Now he was one of their fiercest guardians. Ultraman's color
timer on his chest pulsated with solar power. It served as
a reminder to him not to forget about his duties. Although
he cared for these people, he still had a job to do.
There was a disturbance on Earth. One of Mankind's
great cities was under siege. It was time to go to work.
Flying at hypersonic speeds, Ultraman pierced
Earth's ozone layer. Earth's gravity accelerated his already
great speed. Sweltering heat engulfed his silvery-armored
skin. He looked like a burning arrow flinging through Earth's
atmosphere. He knew he was getting closer when he saw the
rooftops of one of Mankind's many great structures. Plumes
of dark smoke obscured the heart of this great city. Dark
skies whizzed past him as he descended even faster. Now he
could hear the screams of hundreds. The cries of many broken,
confused, and helpless people beckoned Ultraman to fly down
faster. But if he flew too fast, he'd cause more damage to
the city than the creature attacking it. Stopping thousands
of feet above the skyline, Ultraman relaxed, and searched
for the attacker.
Thousands of people clogged the streets. Not
wanting to be trampled, a young girl pulled herself up the
roof of a truck. Breathing heavily, she slowly regained her
strength. That's when an ear piercing sound stirred her from
her solace. A round, molten shaped ball burst through a building,
and smashed its way into the populated streets. Many were
instantly crushed by the smoldering object. Others were swept
up in its wake. Before crushing the girl, it slowed down,
and stopped only a few inches away. The girl felt the heat
rolling off its molten surface. She breathed a sigh of relief.
But then she heard a rumbling from within this strange object.
It reminded her of a ticking time bomb. That's when she panicked.
There was not enough time for her to jump off the truck and
find safety elsewhere. Suddenly, a giant hand snatched her
and a few lucky others up, saving them from a fiery fate.
It was as if an uncaring enemy had dropped napalm into the
heart of the street, incinerating thousands without shedding
a tear. Ultraman placed the girl and a handful of other civilians
on a rooftop far away, wishing he could've saved more.
Ultraman searched for the attacker. Megalon
wasn't that hard to find. The humanoid, giant cockroach with
drill for hands was wreaking havoc on a skyscraper that towered
above him. Megalon slashed it apart with no specific purpose
in mind. He just wanted to destroy it and everything it stood
for. But as Megalon raised one of his drills to reduce the
huge structure to rubble, Ultraman stopped it. Megalon faced
his challenger with a pair of dull, bulbous eyes. Ultraman
saw no emotion in them. There was only violence. Ultraman
was more than happy to oblige with the only language Megalon
understood. A quick jab to Megalon's throat left him at Ultraman's
mercy. Ultraman showed no mercy by delivering a roundhouse
kick to Megalon's neck. Seatopia's deity was sent flying back
into an office building, leaving a giant imprint in its side.
Megalon slumped to the ground, his neck aching from the pain.
Ultraman took advantage of the situation by running over,
gripping one of Megalon's feet, and flinging him through the
air. It was a true test of his physical strength. Megalon
saw rooftops fly past him before falling into a park. Ultraman
sprinted over to give Megalon a good beating before putting
him out of his misery. But as he knelt down to punch Megalon
over and over, he felt a drill bouncing off his face. Ultraman
stumbled back and would've crushed a hospital under his weight
if he hadn't hopped away at the last second. A streetlight
wobbled at his feet as Ultraman regained his equilibrium.
It was all short lived. Megalon ran over and swatted Ultraman
so hard, it sent him hurtling through a skyscraper. He hit
the ground seconds before the skyscraper crumbled into a sea
of smoke and debris. In the haze, Ultraman's dome shaped eyes
glowed. He must do everything in his power to put an end to
Megalon stomped towards him. Ultraman felt
the ground beneath him rumble. His opponent was more massive
than it looked. And as his aching face would attest, Megalon
was stronger than he looked too. Ultraman stood out of the
rubble to meet the giant anthropoid. Megalon stopped, his
bulbous eyes lost in thought. Ultraman braced himself for
what was to come. He couldn't just hop into the sky and fly
away. Many lives were still at risk. All Ultraman could do
was wait for his opponent to reveal its intentions. As if
on cue, Megalon's horn crackled with electricity. Ultraman
detected an electrical disturbance in the air. City lights
flickered on and off. Megalon's mere presence was making every
electronic device in the downtown area go haywire. Ultraman
knew what to expect now. At the tip of Megalon's horn, a yellow-hued
bolt of lightning scorched the air. It zapped into Ultraman's
chest, blasting Earth's defender across several city blocks.
When Ultraman came to he was lying in a pile of rubble. Megalon
wasted no time to stay on the attack. Seatopia's deity dove
into the street, tearing through the earth with ease. Cautiously,
Ultraman stood up and remained on the alert. He scanned the
city, searching for any signs of the grotesque creature. But
he was looking in the wrong direction. From behind, one of
Megalon's drills burst out of the ground, and jabbed into
Ultraman's back. As fast as he had appeared, Megalon was gone.
Ultraman collapsed to his knees, assessing the situation.
He received a wakeup call when Megalon's drill shot out of
the ground in front of him. Ultraman couldn't react fast enough
to stop it from planting a shot to his face. Like before Megalon
was nowhere to be seen. Ultraman rolled backwards, jumping
to his feet. He was getting tired of this one sided battle.
Time to fight smart. When Megalon popped back up for a third
attack, Ultraman was ready. The great defender flew straight
up, tricking Megalon to surface. Megalon probed the dark skies,
trying in vain to detect Ultraman. What he did succeed in
finding was a pair of energy discs. They slashed into his
midsection, temporarily paralyzing him.
Ultraman floated down. Megalon's legs were
still submerged beneath the street. But the rest of his body
was exposed. Ultraman thought first about disabling Megalon's
meddling drills. Taking aim, Ultraman brought his wrists together,
and fired his trademark specium ray. Megalon spat one of his
napalm balls just in time. It flung into Ultraman's energy
attack, detonating prematurely. Ultraman shielded his face,
resisting the sweltering temperatures. When the ball of fire
dissipated, Megalon surprised him by firing his electrical
ray. Ultraman rapidly descended to the streets, flying like
a blur above abandoned cars and stranded people. Megalon's
electrical beam followed very closely, scorching city streets
and buildings alike. When it looked like it would hit a large
gathering of people, Ultraman positioned himself just in time
to fight Megalon's electrical beam back with his specium ray.
Frightened onlookers watched on as the two beams fought for
supremacy above them. They covered their eyes, troubled by
the blinding lights and terrible heat. Realizing he was losing,
Megalon shot globs of napalm balls. Unlike his opponent, Ultraman
couldn't fire two energy attacks at once. So he dodged Megalon's
electricity, flew between the helpless innocents and the oncoming
napalm balls, and detonated them with his energy blasts. Flames
hot enough to melt tanks rushed to consume the huddled masses.
Ultraman shielded them with his body, saving their lives.
To ensure their safety, Ultraman ascended to the skies above.
Megalon stared up at Ultraman. This time Ultraman
wanted him to see him. He wanted to draw Megalon's attention
away from the humans. Megalon submitted to Ultraman's intentions.
The carapace on his back opened, unveiling a thin layer of
wings. They buzzed to life, kicking up a wall of air and dirt.
Megalon took to the skies faster than a fighter jet. Ultraman
had only seconds to react. He repelled one of Megalon's swinging
drills with his knee. This allowed him to plunge his fist
deep into Megalon's mandibles. Any normal creature would've
succumbed instantly. But not Megalon. He wasn't smart enough
to realize what a bad position he was in. He kept on fighting.
Had they not been enemies but allies, Ultraman would've considered
this an admirable trait. But they were not allies. If anything,
Megalon's struggles emboldened Ultraman's quest to defeat
him. With his fist still stuck in Megalon's throat, Ultraman
gathered energy into the palm of his other hand. Megalon's
horn crackled to life, emitting electricity like before. This
time it acted like a magnet for lightning. Bolts of lightning
flashed from all around, electromagnetically drawn to Megalon's
horn. Ultraman was once again in grave danger. Lightning bolts
zapped into his glossy hide, forcing him to relinquish his
hold. Megalon didn't take advantage of this. He continued
to charge his horn, attracting more lightning bolts. Not wanting
to be struck by lightning again, Ultraman put distance between
them. Megalon mocked Ultraman with an ear twisting chuckle.
He felt untouchable. He was dead wrong.
Lightning bolts lanced into Megalon, setting
his wings ablaze. As Megalon started to panic, Ultraman took
aim, and sent a lone energy disc spiraling into Megalon's
neck. Had it scored a direct hit, it would've decapitated
Megalon. Instead it twirled down, grazing Megalon's shoulder.
Hot green blood sprayed out of Megalon's new wound. Pain flooded
Megalon's mind, urging him to retreat. That's precisely what
he did. Megalon valued his life more than any victory. Without
hesitating, he rapidly descended towards the city, and dove
into the ground. He quickly tunneled straight down, oblivious
to the damages his impact had on the nearby structures. Ultraman
hovered above the still brightly lit metropolis he had saved.
Thousands were dead and many more were injured. But tens of
thousands were still alive because of him. Ultraman took what
he could in stride. Even then it wasn't enough. He couldn't
help but wonder what would happen if he pursued Megalon. Would
he discover the creature's lair? And if so, could he put an
end to Megalon's terror once and for all? It was a risk he
had to take! He thought he had enough solar power to spare.
So if he found himself stranded miles beneath the Earth's
surface, he'd have enough light to find a way out. Wasting
no more time, Ultraman chased after Megalon by flying straight
down into the newly formed tunnel. Dust and burning smoke
obscured Ultraman's vision. So the warrior of light relied
mostly on his advanced intuition to travel further down into
Ultraman couldn't believe how fast Megalon
had tunneled this deep a hole. He was flying at his top speed
and he still had a lot of catching up to do. Finally, he entered
a large cavern. It had to be the size of a small city. It
was also pitch black. Ultraman's color time on his chest pulsated
with light. He was like a star drifting by its lonesome through
the blackness of space. Hundreds of meters down, he saw the
faint glow of ember. Megalon's wings must've still been on
fire. Ultraman flew fast enough to catch up this time. The
look on Megalon's face when he realized Ultraman had followed
him this far underground was priceless. Ultraman relentlessly
pummeled his face in with his fists. Screeching in the dark,
Megalon retaliated with his drills. Together they fell into
a great chasm. Ultraman's color timer started flashing red.
It would appear his predictions were way off. Ultraman didn't
have much energy left. There wasn't enough time to return
to the surface. Finishing Megalon off will have to be the
last thing he'd ever do. Ultraman thought they would fall
forever until a great light greeted them below. It was unreal.
Sunlight washed over them, reenergizing Ultraman's color timer.
When the light softened its intensity, Seatopia stretched
out before them.
Throughout his career, Ultraman had seen great,
wondrous events. He had witnessed the birth of a star in a
distant solar system. He was there to witness the birth of
a new life form on a world much different than Earth. Interstellar
travel allowed him to bypass the laws of physics, seeing events
so tiny and fast it could hardly be said to have happened
at all. All the times he revisited his home world never robbed
it of its majesty and splendor. But this place truly was one
of a kind. It was unique. Ultraman had never seen anything
like it. Not in all the star systems he and his kind had visited
Not wanting to bring devastation to this marvelous
place, Ultraman angled their falling bodies just right, and
gave Megalon a swift kick to the chest. The blow was enough
to send Megalon flying into a nearby mountain, where he wasn't
an immediate threat to the populace. Ultraman watched the
foul creature make an unintended passage through the mountainside.
If Megalon somehow survived such an impact, he wouldn't be
conscious for an extremely long time. With the fight won for
the time being, Ultraman thought he'd use his time wisely
by investigating this mysterious paradise. The closer he flew
to the city, the smaller he became. When he at last touched
down in the heart of this underground kingdom, he was the
size of a human. Much like how a human would if they suddenly
found themselves in a dream come true, Ultraman couldn't wait
to explore Seatopia. But as he roamed its streets of grandeur,
he realized he was the only one there. Nobody, not a single
living thing could be seen or heard. Ultraman decided it was
because of his appearance. A civilization advanced enough
to create and sustain an artificial Sun no doubt detected
his presence. They probably perceived him as a threat. In
a flash of light, Ultraman shed his true form, and revealed
the Man within...
Shin Hayata, Captain of the world renowned
Science Patrol. Breathing in the fresh air, Shin shared Ultraman's
enthusiasm for this place. He felt like a kid who had just
walked into a store with all the merchandise he could ever
want. Shin knew his compatriots at the Science Patrol would've
forfeited an arm and a leg just for the chance to study this
place and its inhabitants. That's when Shin felt an unusual
relaxation. At first he thought it was the air and the pressure.
He had traveled a great distance to make it down here. The
fact he hadn't burst into red paste heavily implied the hand
of a technologically advanced society. But when his vision
blurred, Shin realized he had walked into a trap. He blacked
out before getting the chance to transform back into Ultraman.
When he came to, Shin found himself lying next
to a pool. There were women dressed in peculiar gowns dancing
several meters away beneath a temple. They looked like humans,
even moved like them. But there was something unusual about
them. Shin couldn't explain it at first. As he stood up, armored
guards greeted him with spears. Shin felt his Beta Capsule
dangling at his wrist. They didn't take it from him. If he
was fast enough, he could transform, and put an end to this.
Curiosity got the better of him. Who were these people? How
could humans be living down here? How could they possibly
be more advanced than their surface relatives? Something didn't
smell right. Shin was determined to solve this conspiracy
before having to rely on Ultraman again. He was one of the
most brilliant Men on the planet. Surely that meant something.
"What brings you to Seatopia, surface
Shin faced his addresser. Based on appearances
and stature alone, Shin correctly deduced he was in the presence
of the King of Seatopia. Up to this point he thought Seatopia
was nothing more than a myth. But in his line of work, Shin
had found truth in all myths. Atlantis once ruled the seas
before sealing its own doom by creating the dreaded Gyaos.
Their legacy lived on in the Guardian of the Universe, Gamera.
The Mu Empire was still alive and well, owing its existence
mostly to Manda. There were alien sects hidden throughout
the globe, slowly multiplying their numbers. So based on experience
alone, Shin shouldn't have been surprised to find himself
standing in Seatopia. He shouldn't have been surprised but
surprised he was.
"My name is Shin Hayata," Shin introduced
himself formally. He would've continued had the King of Seatopia
not interupted him.
"Spare me the introductions," he
snorted with contempt. "I care not. You are trespassing.
Explain yourself now or you will be executed."
"I come from the surface world. I was
engaged in a battle with a giant kaiju. It tunneled down here
and I pursued it."
"So that was you who wounded our Lord
Megalon?" The King frowned. This made the guards move
closer, ever eager to baptize their spears with human blood.
Shin nodded. "I was defending a city your
Lord Megalon attacked."
"You despicable mammal," the King
grumbled. "First your kind pollutes our waters and poison
my people, and now you injure our protector? This is an outrage!"
"Your highness," Shin replied calmly.
"Megalon attacked us first. Believe me when I say, you
should cease and desist. If you ever attack the surface world
again, I will have no choice but to retaliate tenfold."
The King of Seatopia glared into Shin's eyes.
Then he laughed like a barbarian.
"Your threats are as empty as your vessel,"
he sneered. "No mere human could venture down here without
succumbing to our defenses. I know who you are, denizen of
Nebula M78. But do you know who we are?"
Shin's eyes went blank. He could feel Ultraman's
essence tingling from within. Every fiber of his being wanted
him to transform and be done with this. But his human curiously
once again got the better of him.
"You look human to me," Shin answered,
knowing the King would take his response as an insult.
"We are the successors of Nebula Space
Hunter M! We recognize your reputation, warrior of Nebula
M78. And with that we have nothing more to discuss."
The King turned to leave.\
Shin wouldn't allow it. With a push of the
button, a sonic transmitter on his wrist activated. It brought
the guards to their knees instantly. The dancing women writhed
on the floor, clawing the pavement with their fingernails.
All but the King of Seatopia and Shin Hayata were affected.
Shin suspected the King was stronger than he looked to be
able to resist his sonic transmitter.
"I know what you've done, your majesty,"
Shin revealed. "Your bodies were once people. Humans
like me. Then you butchered them and dishonored their bodies
by wearing them as a meat suit. Why? Did you have no choice
or are you that evil?"
The ground trembled. Shin fought to stay on
his feet long enough to see Megalon looming above him. The
King of Seatopia bowed his head to Megalon, paying tribute.
Then he faced Shin with burning hatred. He didn't answer Shin's
question. Instead the floor beneath the King opened and he
dropped down into an underground bunker. It closed before
Shin could follow him. Megalon's bellowing screech were so
loud it made Shin's ears bleed. Not wanting to be stomped
on, Shin grabbed his Beta Capsule, and activated it. A shower
of light enveloped him, replacing his human body with that
of Ultraman. Ultraman grew to match Megalon's size and the
two titans resumed their battle. Ultraman and Megalon slammed
their bodies into one another, sounding like thunder. Ultraman
chopped at Megalon's vital spots but it didn't stop Seatopia's
deity from slapping him with his drills. Thinking quickly,
Ultraman flipped backwards, and landed on his feet. He charged
up his energy before firing rings of emerald light out of
his right arm. This attack sent Megalon hurtling through several
structures before finally crashing into rubble. Ultraman ventured
over to deliver the killing blow if he hadn't already. Suddenly,
Megalon blindsided him by tunneling out of the ground next
to him. Megalon pounced Ultraman into the pavement, bashing
his face repeatedly. Ultraman tried fighting back by punching
and kicking Megalon everywhere he could. But it was futile.
Megalon had gone berserk and Ultraman lacked the strength
needed to stop him.
Megalon stopped. He positioned himself above
Ultraman, casting his demented shadow over humanity's savior.
That's when Megalon imbued his horn with electricity. Before
Ultraman could react, Megalon fired its blazing essence into
his chest. Ultraman's body shook uncontrollably, convulsing
from the sudden surge. All he could do was concentrate and
summon enough energy to one of his hands. Before being shocked
to death, Ultraman threw an energy disc into Megalon's midsection,
cutting it open. Megalon powered down his energy attack, panicking
once more at the sight of his own blood. Not wanting to stick
around, Ultraman flew hundreds of feet into the air. He remained
close enough to the ground to use nearby structures as cover.
Seatopia was a beautiful place and he knew he'd regret using
it as a shield. But these people were dangerous, and he had
to stop them from exterminating the humans he cherished. Megalon
fired his electrical blast and napalm balls at the fleeing
warrior of light. Ultraman evaded attack after attack. Seatopia's
great city, however, wasn't as lucky. Explosions danced across
its enchanted surface, consuming entire city streets. Ultraman
decided the best way to win this was by depriving Megalon
of his primary weapon. Exceeding supersonic speeds, Ultraman
flew in close enough to charge up and slash Megalon's horn
apart with his energy cutters. Megalon fell to the ground,
writhing in agony. Driven by pain and madness, Megalon repeatedly
bashed his face into the earth. Ultraman thought this would've
been the perfect time to end this. He flew at Megalon at his
top flying speed, intending to bury his foot into the Seatopian
It was foolish to underestimate Megalon. Ultraman
learned this the hard way when Megalon sporadically raised
his head and lobbed a napalm ball his way. Ultraman watched
helplessly as it flew next to him and detonated. The explosion
was strong enough to throw him off his trajectory. That's
when Megalon caught the descending Ultraman with a furious
swipe to the face. Ultraman must've been knocked really hard
into a large tower, because when he came to he found himself
buried under thousands of tons of rubble and debris. When
he broke free, Megalon greeted him with a salvo of napalm
balls. Ultraman disappeared in a gigantic explosion. The napalm
balls had combined into one massive conflagration, one meant
to incinerate Ultraman. Megalon roared at the towering inferno,
mocking Ultraman and everything he stood for. But a silhouette
stood amongst the flames, resembling that of a Man born of
fire. Megalon cursed his enemy with a sickening hiss. Wanting
to add more fuel to fire, Megalon opened his mandibles to
fire more napalm balls. But Ultraman shot at him two energy
rays, designed to telekinetically lift Megalon off the ground
and hold him in the air. Megalon fought against his invisible
shackles but to no avail. Ultraman marched out of the flames,
his body singed in multiple spots. He ignored the pain and
concentrated on what had to be done. Like a gunslinger, Ultraman
discharged his specium ray, blowing off one of Megalon's drills.
Megalon's painful cries could be heard and felt throughout
all of Seatopia. He looked at his stump of an arm where his
drill once gleamed in the sunlight. Scorched flesh and putrid
smoke replaced it now. Ultraman blew off Megalon's second
and last drill. Now Megalon was deprived of his most valuable
assets. One more shot to the heart and Megalon would trouble
the Earth no longer.
"Stay your hand, trespasser," the
King of Seatopia shouted. Ultraman looked down at the ravaged
streets below. The King was standing there by himself, looking
defiant as any determined ruler would. "You have no right
to kill our Lord and defender!"
"And you had no right invading this planet,"
Ultraman retorted. "You wear the skins of the people
you have sworn an oath to destroy. Your shame brought you
this day of ruin, not me."
"Fool!" the King cried back. "We
need these bodies to survive. Much like how Megalon lost his
brilliant mind, we lost control over our bodies! They could
not live and thrive on this dust ball for long. We had no
"Then I have no choice, either."
"They were dead when we took their bodies!
We honored them by giving them what they always wanted: immortality."
Ultraman's glowing eyes considered the King
of Seatopia for a full minute before casting judgment.
"You're lying," Ultraman's voice
"Are we so different?" The King pleaded.
It disgusted him how he was being forced to plead for his
kingdom. He was no beggar. "Had Lord Megalon not lost
his wits, he would've easily been your better in combat."
Ultraman ignored the King's condescending remarks.
"Are we so different? Yes, we are. When I depart this
world, my human host will still be here, alive and well. I
wish I could restore the people you murdered to life. But
they are long gone and it will do no good. No, King of Seatopia,"
Ultraman declared. "Your pursuit of war shall end now
The King of Seatopia grinned. His pale face
glared at Ultraman with unfathomable hatred. But he had a
trick up his sleeve.
"As if it was your right to pass judgment,"
the King shouted with defiance. "My high priests are
at my disposal. By my command, they will turn off Seatopia's
Sun, rob you of your precious light, and leave you here to
rot in the dark with the rest of us. Or you can spare Megalon
and return to the surface world where you belong."
Ultraman couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Not even your people have the power to turn a star on
"This is true."
"Doing this would seal Seatopia's fate,"
Ultraman argued. "You'd kill your own people just to
spare Megalon's life and see me leave?"
"I'd kill my people and many more to save
It was unreal. Either way, Seatopia was going
to die. Be it a swift death or a long, painful one. Ultraman
was at a lost for words. At first he couldn't bear the thought
of playing a hand in genocide. So he released Megalon, allowing
the wounded creature to seek refuge on its stomach. Megalon
was in too much pain to move. He was no longer a threat. Ultraman
flew upwards, still taken aback by Seatopia's beauty. There
was so much potential here. In the right hands, Seatopia could
have become a safe haven for all beings seeking peace and
equality. Such a dream wasn't meant to be. Ultraman ascended
higher and higher, soaking up the artificial sunlight. The
King of Seatopia smiled in triumph. After Ultraman leaves,
he will command his people to repair Megalon, and make him
stronger than before. Then he will assemble an army and invade
the surface dwellers with all the power of Seatopia at his
disposal. They will pay for what they did to his kingdom.
All of them shall pay with their lives. And there's nothing
anyone can do to stop him.
Ultraman's specium ray stabbed into Megalon,
blinding all of Seatopia. Megalon howled in disbelief as his
body blew up into a thousand smoldering chunks. Structures
nearby were instantly leveled. Sonic booms reverberated off
distant mountains, carrying with them Megalon's final cries.
A sizzling crater marked the site of Megalon's grave. The
King of Seatopia fell to his knees, screaming to the heavens.
Ultraman hovered in midair, watching the cockroach-in-disguise
despair. There was no regret in his glowing eyes. Ultraman
is no pacifist, he's a warrior. None shall ever forget that.
In his mourning, the King ordered his people to disable Seatopia's
Sun once and for all. They hesitated, knowing they would die
without it. But they would surely die by their King's hands
if they disobeyed him. With nothing else but their blind loyalty,
they followed his last order. The Sun shrunk down radically.
Before imploding into nothingness, Ultraman watched the light
being driven out of the land by shadows. Soon Ultraman found
himself hovering in the bowels of the Earth, alone and with
no light to sustain himself but his own.
The warrior of light spoke to the darkness.
"Your efforts were all for naught. I have enough power
to return to the surface. I'm sorry this had to happen. But
you and your people will never hurt the human race again.
May your end be quick and painless."
Using his color timer as a guide, Ultraman
flew beyond the darkness. His fading light was the last light
Seatopia would ever see. Flying through the stratum of the
earth, Ultraman rose out of the heart of the human city he
had previously saved, and ascended higher into the night sky.
Faintly, he could hear the scattered prayers of the human
survivors, thanking him for all he had done. From Ultraman's
vantage, glimmering stars and the endless void greeted him
with neither malice nor praise. All it did was stare at him
in silence. What was it waiting for? Joining both mind and
body with Shin Hayata helped Ultraman determine an answer.
The universe was so vast no sentient race in all the cosmos
could ever comprehend it. Even if all life joined into one,
perhaps returning to its original state, not even a singularity
intelligence could understand its scope. That is why time
and space operated differently throughout its cosmic network.
In a strange way, space was the grandest of highways. Time
was the messenger that braved the abyss. Ultraman's great
deeds had not yet reached the outer edges of the known universe.
Billions of years would pass before he'd be remembered, before
he'd truly be a legend. Then and only then would Ultraman
live again. Such a fate was not his alone. Ultraman knew everyone
would get a second chance, even the human race. That's what
the universe was waiting for. It was waiting for life to share
its light and give it meaning.
Somewhere in the Earth's womb, where darkness
reigned, the King pleaded for Ultraman to return. He demanded
for the star to reactivate, knowing full well his people didn't
have the time or the means to do it. Dropping to his knees,
the King prayed for Megalon to return to life, and lead them
to salvation like he did eons before. But these prayers were
fruitless, hollow. He will die here in the abyss be it from
the body crushing pressure or by the hands of his own people.
Neither fate befitted a ruler. He felt his dead body shrivel.
Soon he will die and join Megalon in oblivion. Before surrendering
to death, the King of Seatopia recognized his folly in the
most detached of ways.
It would seem he had been mistaken. Seatopia
really wasn't beautiful at night.