Ultraman: A Legend From the Silver Tribe to the Multiverse

Lin Muyang thought death would feel like a long stretch of darkness.

But when he opened his eyes again, he found himself surrounded by endless light.

It was a brilliance beyond words: golden radiance spread in every direction, while the transparent crystal floor beneath his feet refracted countless rainbows. In the distance, a colossal Plasma Spark Tower blazed like an artificial sun, illuminating the entire space like heaven from a myth. The air was filled with a kind of warm energy. Every breath was like drinking warm honey water, spreading warmth from his chest to every limb.

"Where is this...?"

Lin Muyang's voice had changed. It was no longer the slightly hoarse baritone of a twenty-six-year-old programmer, but a clearer voice with a metallic quality. He looked down at his hands.

They were silver.

Elongated fingers were covered in silvery-white armor, with pale blue energy lines set into the joints, faintly flowing in the light. His hands trembled, not from fear, but from the utterly unfamiliar sensation coming from his fingertips.

"Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have successfully fused with Ultraman genes. System startup complete."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.