Ultraman in the world of grams

Nan Ke was so busy challenging the snow-capped mountains, and his mind was burning and unconscious, that he didn't think too much about what Zhuo Mu was talking about.

Zhuo Mu looked at the host's situation, and did not continue to disturb, but started to deal with it himself.

…………

The ball of light got the information from the main body, and it took the initiative to emerge to warn William.

The emotion William displayed, as well as his questioning, made Zhuomqiu feel strange.

Why do humans care about these things?
So weird.

[The host is not in danger, it is sleeping. 】

【Howard Wilson is mentally unstable and unable to take over his body. 】

The Drom Ball dutifully informed the host and the situation of the host human body.

This is a friend of the host, and can share some information.

"..."

As everyone knows, in the eyes of geologists, this is already an unknown existence that has pronounced Wilson's death.

In deep sleep, unable to take over the body...

What a terrible fact, this is not dangerous? !
The one who wakes up again may no longer be his friend.

Suddenly, a surge of courage did not know where it came from. William took out the double-barreled shotgun at his waist and pointed it straight at the blue sphere in midair.

He knows that his strength is very small, but no matter what, he can't just watch like this!

He said sharply:
"Quickly wake Howard Wilson!"

Zhuomqiu didn't understand William's actions at this time.

He blankly sent a message to the subject again.

It is too far away from the host, and he cannot communicate with the subject in real time.

However, the host said [it doesn't matter, whatever is fine...], so should William Dale's request be granted?

In an instant, many densely packed symbols appeared on the surface of the Zhuomu ball, just like a computer program, but the characters on it were far more complicated than the most advanced programming language Nan Ke knew.

Not to mention that in this era before the invention of computers, William couldn't understand at all and didn't know why these things appeared on the surface of the light sphere.

His fingers holding the gun were trembling constantly, and the butt of the gun was wet with sweat, but he still stared at the blue ball of light resolutely.

The Zhuomu ball is calculating.

Professor Howard Wilson's human body as the host is currently not very conscious. When the host's consciousness goes to the dreamland, the body of the human body is now dominated by Professor Wilson himself.

However, due to the hard work of the host during this period, Professor Wilson's state has stabilized a lot. Although he is still extremely chaotic and a little crazy, the probability of problems is not very high.

Moreover, the host himself once mentioned that if he had the opportunity to release Professor Wilson's consciousness for activities, it would not be a problem to stay in the depths of his consciousness and get moldy all the time.

Wilson himself could not have been trapped in the depths of consciousness for a decade.

His consciousness and memory are also fuzzy, and his reaction to the outside world can be said to be almost insignificant, and he will not be stimulated by some reason to make his condition worse.Coupled with his care, there will be no sudden injuries.

In addition, William Dale did not have much malice towards Professor Wilson himself.

After various analyses, in this case, the probability of releasing the confused Professor Wilson's consciousness is very low.

And it fits the bill of William Dyer.

In the dreamland, the host is training, and the request he sent has not been answered.The subject lets this side handle itself.

William stared at the blue light ball in midair, not knowing what this weird blue ball was doing.

The sphere seemed completely oblivious to his threats.

He had no choice but to hesitate whether to shoot or not.

At this time, an extremely indifferent and unwavering mechanical sound suddenly came from the blue light ball:
[After analysis, William Dale's request has been appealed to Ontology. 】

[Howard Wilson's consciousness will wake up within ten seconds...ten...nine...eight...]

Hearing the words of the blue light ball, William was caught off guard for a moment, and even his eyes widened in astonishment.

No, wait!
He didn't expect the blue sphere to make such a sudden move.

Logically speaking, shouldn't this ball not agree to his request?After all, it didn't show any signs of it before, it was just an indifferent machine.

He knew in his heart that it was almost impossible to resist these existences.

And the other party didn't have the slightest intention of being threatened, and didn't even hide.

But now, the ball of light miraculously agreed to his request.

This sudden turning point was completely unexpected by William, and almost broke his waist.

Something is wrong, there must be something wrong!
Before he continued to ask a few more questions, he only heard the sound of counting slowly in the empty room:
【Three...two...one...】

William didn't have time to think about it, he turned back in a hurry, and came to Professor Wilson's side, looking at his friend nervously and anxiously but also a little gratefully.

Whatever the purpose of the blue sphere, it would be great if his friend could wake up.

He watched Professor Wilson on the bed open his eyes in bewilderment, revealing slightly cloudy light yellow eyes. His eyes were empty and dazed, staring blankly at the things in front of him, and his eyes were not focused.

William keenly sensed something was wrong, and his brows were slightly knit together.

His inspiration was vaguely reminding him.The person in front of him seemed to be a little different from the Wilson he knew, from his eyes to other details, it seemed like a different person...

A strange sense of awkwardness lingered in his heart.

But now he couldn't care too much, his friend finally woke up from the nightmare, he happily lifted him up, and asked with concern.

"Great, Wilson, you're finally sober."

Hearing his name, Professor Wilson's cloudy eyes seemed to wake up for a moment. He stared blankly at the strange environment and strange people in front of him. Only the blue light ball in mid-air made him feel familiar. He stared blankly at William Dyer.

Fear and anxiety appeared on his face, layers upon layers of double images, that terrifying ancient monster, boundless hallucinations and panic seemed to fill his eyes, intertwined with William's face.

The tone was slightly frenzied and panicked, like a slow-responsive dementia patient, slowly squeezing out words from his throat.

"……Who are you?"

William's smile instantly froze on his face.

(End of this chapter)