The moment the dimensional rift closed, a violent dizziness washed over Lin Zhou’s consciousness like a tide. He tried to raise a hand and rub his aching temples, only to find his arm bent at an inhuman angle. Silver-black armor covered his skin, and the claws jutting from his knuckles carved three streaks of sparks across the ground. This wasn’t his body.
“The Tiga universe. Earth. 1996.”
A cold voice rang directly in his mind, utterly devoid of emotion, yet it made Lin Zhou’s soul tremble. He recognized the voice’s owner: the Ultraman Dark Killer, a monster formed from the resentment of the universe. It was sharing a body with him now, or rather, his consciousness was gripped tightly in the monster’s palm.
