207: Chapter 207 The Primordial Light of the Universe

About ten centimeters tall, with features as delicate as an action figure's, she wore a red short-skirted outfit.

She was looking up, hands cupped around her mouth, shouting loudly in Qin Ming's direction.

Qin Ming stared at her for three seconds.

"Who are you?"

The little person didn't answer the question. Instead, she pressed her hands together and spoke at a rapid-fire pace, "Lord Child of Light, time is of the essence! Our world is suffering a devastating catastrophe, I implore you to lend a hand—"

"I asked who you are."

The little person paused for a moment and continued, "That lord left behind a beam of light before he faded away. He said that when calamity falls, this light should be given to the next Child of Light—"

Qin Ming sat up and looked down at the palm-sized being on his pillow.

The little person held a grain-sized speck of light in her hands. Although it was tiny, the energy fluctuations it emitted were unbelievable to Qin Ming.

It was pure, clean light.

"Lord, please accept this light, and then—"

Before the little person could finish, a miniature magic circle suddenly lit up beneath her feet.

Light spread from the edge of the magic circle, crawling along the bedsheets toward Qin Ming.

Qin Ming's Danger Perception suddenly spiked.

Holy shit! It's a teleportation.

"You motherf—"

Qin Ming quickly searched the equipment tab of the exchange list—Anchor Beacon.

Exchange.

A metal spike the length of a finger appeared out of thin air in his hand, and Qin Ming slammed it into the floor.

Light engulfed his vision.

The next second, the world changed.

Beneath his feet was cracked asphalt; on either side were mostly collapsed high-rises, with rebar protruding twistedly from the concrete sections.

The air was thick with the smell of burning and dust, and the sky was an unnatural dark red.

Qin Ming stood in the middle of an abandoned city main road, the surroundings so quiet that only the wailing of the wind through the ruins remained.

On a semi-collapsed building in the distance, a broken billboard still hung. The text on it was burnt down to just a few strokes, but the architectural style and street layout were clearly not Japanese.

Nor was it any city he recognized.

Qin Ming looked down at himself—his body hadn't changed, the halo was still there, and his abilities were all intact.

Then he looked up.

In the sky, a massive shadow swept through the clouds, its wingspan at least two hundred meters, with lava-like red light surging beneath its wing membranes.

Its form resembled a pterosaur magnified countless times, but it had three pairs of crests on the sides of its head, and every flap of its wings created a gust of air strong enough to flip a truck.

Qin Ming's mouth twitched.

"Rodan..."

It didn't just look like Rodan; it was Rodan. He had seen this silhouette countless times in movies—the aerial Titan, a recurring supporting character in the MonsterVerse series.

A light glowed on his shoulder, and the palm-sized little person reappeared, standing on his shoulder and looking out of breath.

"Lord Child of Light, the teleportation was successful."

"I know it was successful." Qin Ming's tone was none too pleasant. "My question is—who gave you permission to teleport me?"

The little person shrank her neck, her pointed ears drooping. "I'm sorry, Lord, it was truly an emergency... I am Lola of the Elves, and I was ordered by the Patriarch to find the Child of Light."

"You pulled me into this world without my consent."

Lola lowered her head, her voice tinged with guilt. "Yes... I am very sorry... but Lord, this world is truly on the brink of destruction. Those giant beasts have already destroyed over seventy percent of the cities. If we don't—"

"What about the compensation?"

Lola was stunned for a moment.

"You said some lord left a beam of light. Hand it over."

Lola hurriedly pulled that grain-sized speck of light from her bosom—after leaving her palm, the speck grew significantly, becoming about the size of a fist, emitting a warm golden-white glow.

Qin Ming reached out his hand.

The light seemed to have found its home and actively flew toward his palm.

The moment it made contact, a torrent of information flooded Qin Ming's consciousness—it was a form of pure "understanding."

This light came from the very beginning of the universe.

Not as a metaphor, but literally—a fragment of power condensed from the most primitive photons at the moment of the Big Bang.

He could feel a significant leap in the total amount of Holy Light within his body, as if a pool had been expanded and a large bucket of water had been poured in.

"Whoa."

Qin Ming clenched his fist, feeling the power surging within him.

"Light from the birth of the universe." He glanced at Lola. "I'll reluctantly accept it then."

Lola breathed a sigh of relief and was about to say something.

A deafening screech echoed from the sky.

Rodan had turned back.

The giant beast with a two-hundred-meter wingspan dove from the clouds, the flickering red light in its chest rapidly gathering—it opened its mouth, and a fireball over ten meters in diameter erupted from deep within its throat.

The fireball trailed a long tail of flame, heading straight for the street where Qin Ming was.

The heatwave hit his face from hundreds of meters away, the air distorting and warping from the heat.

Lola's wings went limp with fear, and she nearly fell off Qin Ming's shoulder. "L-Lord! Quick, dod—"

"Lola."

Qin Ming's voice was calm.

"Step back."

He picked Lola up from his shoulder and placed her behind a piece of rubble on the roadside.

"I'm about to start flexing."

Lola crouched behind the broken bricks, completely failing to understand what that sentence meant.

Qin Ming turned around, facing the diving Rodan and the rapidly approaching fireball in the sky.

He raised his right hand.

The Primordial Light he had just absorbed surged in his chest, resonating with his own Holy Light.

Qin Ming closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, golden light was reflected in his eyes.

He spoke, his tone solemn.

"Kono sekai wa—ore ga—mamoru."

This world—I will protect it!

Then he shouted that name.

"Ti—ga!!"

A golden pillar of light shot up from his body.

The pillar's diameter expanded from one meter to ten, fifty, and then a hundred meters, piercing through the dark red sky and tearing a massive hole in the gloomy clouds.

Sunlight—real sunlight—poured down from the opening.

Lola lay behind the broken bricks, looking up at the pillar of light with her mouth wide open, unable to say a single word.

In the center of the light pillar, Qin Ming's figure was expanding.

Ten meters, twenty, thirty—finally stabilizing at a hundred meters.

A body of interlaced silver and red emerged from the light, the Color Timer on his chest flashing with a blue light.

With a well-defined head and deep eyes, the patterns on his shoulder guards looked like armor.

Tiga Multi Type.

Rodan's fireball slammed into the giant's chest.

The fire from the explosion engulfed half the street.

When the dust cleared, the giant stood in place, without even a scorch mark left on his chest armor.

He looked up, watching Rodan circling in the sky.

And above the ruins of this destroyed city, BGM started playing from out of nowhere.

The drumbeats started first.

Then came the electric guitar intro.

"Wanna take you, baby, take me higher—"

"Gonna TIGA! Take me, take me higher—"