Chapter 190

TheEightySeventh turned malevolent.

This light beam was not caused by the Selfish King, but by the true mastermind behind the scenes—the [Selfish Ancestor], who had been controlling the Selfish King. As the genuine leader of the Selfish Organization and the mastermind of the Black Curtain, it had been sealed away by the legendary three Pretty Cures of the world ten thousand years ago. After that long period, it found an opportunity to use evil power to control the King of Pocker Kingdom, who had foolishly unsealed it, turning him into the Selfish King.

According to its plan, it should have slowly taken over the world, continuously gathering negative energies. Even if the Selfish Beast were to be defeated by Pretty Cures, it didn’t matter because the collection of negative energies continued. Once it had collected enough, it would break the seal, rendering the Pretty Cures powerless like ants.

However, things changed when it encountered a man called Ash in the Pocker Kingdom.

No matter what others thought, the Selfish Ancestor could see Ash’s true self—the endless darkness within him!

Compared to this darkness, negative energies were insignificant.

It seized the moment and suppressed its instinct to rant as the final boss, launching a surprise attack on Ash to seize his body. Possessing so much darkness, sealing wasn’t even necessary!

Ash’s body housed two consciousnesses. The goal of the Selfish Ancestor was to control Ash’s spirit core. After successfully breaching the mental barrier, it delved deep into the consciousness.

It entered a pitch-black, endlessly extending world. The Selfish Ancestor knew that once it controls this individual’s Spirit Heart, it could alter the body with its evil power.

But this time, it aimed to completely devour the Spirit Heart, gaining complete control over the body’s darkness.

Oddly though, it couldn’t find the Spirit Heart at all, which infuriated it. How could someone live without a heart? Could he have hidden it?

Just as it considered whether to go more extreme, a faint sound from above caught its attention.

It sounded like… the buzz of an old TV screen.

Sure enough, a television-like screen appeared at the top of this mental world, displaying what seemed to be the stories about Ash and others. It lost interest soon, but then multiple “screens” flickered around, each rolling out countless tales intertwined with these stories.

Was this boy’s memories?

If so, they were overwhelmingly vast!

—

“Ash—!”

Flying Arrow arrived late and, in disbelief, knelt beside Purple Armor Man, trembling as he removed the helmet to reveal a man drenched in sweat.

“Everything’s fine now. I’ll take you—right now!”

Armor-clad hand gripping Flying Arrow’s wrist, pulling him back, dark blood seeping through the armor’s cracks.

“It’s no use. This wound can’t be treated by a doctor. Have you forgotten that I am one?”

“But—but!” Despite being stoic, Flying Arrow’s voice faltered. “We agreed—I’ll change your fate!”

“It can’t be helped.” For his last consolation, Ash said, “After all, I’m not part of your story. Besides, this ending…”

“…is my choice.”

“But meeting you, SABER, has been wonderful!”

“—!”

“Teacher, change it,” Ash declared passionately, clutching Flying Arrow’s hands. “Change the world’s end into what you desire, a feat you can accomplish!”

“You’re not just a novelist; you’re a dazzling hero!”

“But to save your friends, let me help one last time…”

Ash’s armor disintegrated, releasing purple energy that merged with the Gaim Driver in Flying Arrow’s arms. Steel Dragon transformed into an ancient dinosaur, driving book flying up, colliding with Ancient Dragon and inserting itself properly.

“[Gaim]!”

“This is…”

“Ash—! Ash!”

Flying Arrow first broke his word.

Because the person who bridged the gap, the one he promised to meet, was gone.

Footsteps warned Flying Arrow of approaching enemies. The novelist, determined to change reality, picked up the remaining armor sword, inserting it into the Gaim Driver.

“Unite souls… as one!”

“You said!”

“MaxHenshin!”

“[Ancient—Blade Out!]”

—

“Ryuken!”

Juubemon Hyuuya Ryumaru, the eighteenth successor of the Hyuuya clan, arrived to find his retainers injured on the ground. Standing, however, was a familiar figure—Ash!

“Roy!” Ryuken’s injured retainer warned him earnestly. “Escape, he’s too—”

“What of it?” Ash turned, his tone dripping with malevolence. Patterns adorned his face, revealing a force from the outer realm!

“Ryuken—you’ve fallen to the outer path?!”

“Righteousness? Outer Paths? By whom?” Ash scratched his head uneasily, clearly opposing the young lord. “Righteous or not, it’s just people’s opinion. I obtained a new power and will use it freely… such is life!”

“Not true!” Ryuken retrieved his transformation phone. “That’s your lie, you’re harming Roy!”

“Not on my watch!”

“Very well.” Ash retrieved another phone. “Prove it!”

“KenPhone!”

Both wielded pens from their devices to write their power.

“One stroke to triumph!” x2

—

“Oratorio! Ultraman!”

Ash escaped from the crashed Bakan cockpit, aware he might have perished without the light veering the cabin.

“Ash!”

Caught immediately, Ash brushed off the offered hand and stood by the wall.

“Why do this, Ash? If seeking something, there’s no gain!”

“I don’t need pity, Kai!”

Kai watched Ash limp away.

“What do you mean—”

A glimpse of an old friend made Kai’s mind resolve, followed.

—

“This—this!”

Selfish Ancestor was shocked viewing the memories like films.

These were human memories? So vast, disparate stories not meshing!

In awe, it felt a colossal shadow rise before it as the space turned chaotic, blackening fully.

It saw what it sought, yet trembled as evil forces erupted.

Darkness churned, filled with horrors, rage, sorrow from antagonists and heroes.

All merged into an ocean, a force it recognized as deadly and incomprehensible.

Impossible!

It tore at minds and spirits, even souls of beauty and resilience like Pretty Cures.

How could this person endure, keep existence hidden so well?

“Clop, clop, clop.”

Dark space echoed steps, revealing a child around 12, emerging from shadows, dark energy bowing.

“If you disturb him from outside, I won’t intervene, but here,秩序