The sky that enveloped the earth was filled with stars, gathering into an endless galaxy. A bright moon stood proudly among the stars, and shed its cool moonlight, making the earth a little brighter, as if it were covered with a layer of gauze.
Far away from the city and the plains, in the extremely dark desert, there is a bright spot. More than fifty groups of searchlights are evenly distributed in an area of thousands of square meters, illuminating this area into daylight, making the complex complex on the ground A strange pattern comparable to a circuit board appeared clearly.
This pattern is made up of ravines that are twenty to thirty centimeters deep. It seems to be similar to crop circles, because it is completely unclear what the meaning is.
The loess around these gullies has traces of glazing, as if it had been burned by ultra-high-temperature flames. Many scientists in white clothes are carefully detecting this strange circle with strange-shaped instruments in their hands, as if they are dealing with some rare treasures.
Only fifty meters away from this strange circle, there was a row of large and small vehicles parked, all with the letters 'TPC' printed on them. There was a short-haired man in his twenties sitting in the driver's seat of one of the medium-sized buses. There were no lights on in the car, making him completely hidden in the darkness. It was difficult to see the expression on his face. .
A pair of black eyes stared straight ahead, but he was not looking at this mysterious circle, but at the two people standing next to it, a woman in her thirties wearing white clothes, and the other... The two men, who were about fifty years old with gray hair, were talking, but because of the distance and the noise of the generator, it was impossible to hear what they were saying.
This young man was wearing blue clothing with a triangular pattern on his shoulders and back. Three silver-white letters 'TPC' were clearly printed on the pattern, and a work badge hung on his chest that read:
Name: Makoto Oko
Department: Department of Transportation
No.: 960907
"This day...is finally here!" Makoto Dagu moved his lips slightly and murmured in a voice like a mosquito. The five fingers of his left hand were tightly grasping the steering wheel, while his right hand was placed on the key inserted into the keyhole. Be prepared to turn the key and restart the car that has been turned off. Heart thumps! thump! ' was beating, the palms of my hands were stained with sweat, and there were a few drops of sweat on my forehead.
He has been waiting for this day for six years. Twenty years ago, when he woke up, the otaku Li Tian found that he had shrunk into an infant. The rebirth that only existed in movies and TV series was not possible without his consent. The situation became a reality for him, and he didn't have the slightest strength to resist.
After experiencing the initial shock, pain and numbness, and having no choice but to accept his fate, Li Tian could only hold on to the idea of taking care of things as they come, and survive as a baby in this strange place. When he spent the sixth year of his life in an orphanage, the director gave him the name Makoto Dagu by looking it up in the dictionary.
I didn’t feel anything at the time. I just thought that the name was the same as the protagonist of the tokusatsu drama I had watched in my previous life. I didn’t think much about it. After all, this country of four islands has many weird-sounding names and surnames. What Tanaka, Inoue, Onoda and the like. Such nonsense as rebirth has happened, and the same name is completely trivial.
Moreover, what he was thinking about at the time was how he should behave in order to be adopted, instead of continuing to live a helpless life in the orphanage where it was okay to fill his stomach and delusional to eat well. However, with his adult mindset, it is really difficult for him to put on that innocent, romantic and cute expression like a little kid. This is something he sincerely admires for a certain Death God primary school student who pretends to be cute and cute so skillfully without blushing. An admirable fall to the ground.
Eight more years later, he was still in the orphanage. When he passed by a store after school, a row of TVs placed in the window were all playing news. An old man solemnly announced to the world a project called Earth Peace. The Terrestrial Peaceable Consortium, a transnational global organization referred to as TPC, was established. Countries disbanded the Earth Defense Forces and fell under the umbrella of TPC...
At that time, the global live broadcast also talked about many things, but Dagu was not in the mood to listen at all. The only three letters left in his mind were TPC. It's just three ordinary letters among the twenty-six letters, but when taken alone to become the abbreviation of an organization, it gives an earth-shattering feeling.
Although fourteen years have passed and 70% to 80% of his past life memories have been forgotten, in the past fourteen years, a lot of memories have been added to his head and many things have been forgotten. Just like when he was a baby, the one who took care of him always smiled. He had forgotten what his mother-in-law looked like. Even if she stood in front of him now, she probably wouldn't be able to recognize her. The orphanage has sent away more than 30 children in the past fourteen years. All he can remember is the names and appearances of the children in the past two years, and he has forgotten everything else.
There are few memories about the past life. The two names TPC and Makoto Oko are connected to bring about a tokusatsu drama called "Ultraman Tiga". This tokusatsu drama in the past life has been repeated over and over again. I have read it no less than ten times, and even though it has been fourteen years, I still remember some of it.
Dagu was completely stunned. He stood there and stared at the TV blankly. He could no longer listen to what the man said. Only the two names "Diga and Monster" were left in his mind, spinning back and forth. He has accepted the fate of being reborn. Even if he cannot master stocks, finance and other essential secrets for reborn people to make a fortune, he can at least live a peaceful life.
But now, let alone getting rich, even an ordinary life is a luxury. TPC plus Zhenjiao Dagu means that soon all kinds of monsters and cosmic beings will appear one after another, trampling people like ants. The flat one, and the world-destroying demon king hidden at the bottom of the South Pacific, are all hell-level copies.
Dagu didn't know how he returned to the orphanage. When he came to his senses, he was already lying on the bed. For a long time, he comforted himself that it just happened to have the same name. After all, there were more than 100 million people with the same name. There are not ten but five or six.
Because he really doesn’t want to be a savior. Heroes sound very high-end, but in fact, the best examples are the superhero movies he watched in his previous life and this life, and the superhuman beings who were captured and conducted various experiments. .
