mijobooks Chapter 27 The Enthusiastic Response to the Comic Con
Chapter 27 The Enthusiastic Response to the Comic Con
Jinghai City, Convention Center
Despite the biting winter wind, the enthusiasm at Bilibili's New Year's Day exhibition was undiminished.
As an annual extravaganza for anime and manga enthusiasts, this year's exhibition is particularly special—the prime spot in the venue, which in previous years belonged to a major game company, has now been replaced by a brand-new sign:
[Chasing Light Studio - TPC Far East Headquarters]
The red and white logo gleamed under the lights. The booth design recreated the base scene from "Ultraman Tiga", and even had a scaled-down model of the Victory Flying Swallow parked there, with the cockpit open to the public for experience.
The spectacle and attention to detail drew the attention of everyone who passed by.
"Frog Fun! Brother Nan, aren't there... a bit too many people?"
Chen Bo, carrying a box of fan support items, struggled to squeeze through the staff entrance into the backstage area.
"The line outside has already circled the venue twice! I just saw scalpers reselling fast passes for our booth, charging 500 yuan each!"
"Hey, calm down."
Gu Nan was carefully adjusting the collar of Su Zhe's Victory team uniform.
At this moment, Su Zhe, or rather Da Gu, is standing tall and straight, his team uniform is impeccable, his hair is neatly combed, and the clear and firm temperament between his brows and eyes is perfectly integrated with the character.
Gu Nan turned his head, a faint smile playing on his lips: "Only five hundred yuan? Looks like our popularity still has room to grow."
He patted Su Zhe on the shoulder, his voice steady, "When you go on stage later, don't think of yourself as a student. You are Daigo, a member of the GUTS team, a bridge between humanity and light."
"Don't worry, Brother Nan."
Su Zhe took a deep breath, gripped the magic wand prop tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white. "I've practiced the lines and actions repeatedly, I won't mess it up, it's absolutely foolproof!"
Beside her, Xia Youwei gently adjusted the angle of Lina's team hat, and exchanged a glance with Gu Nan through the mirror, her eyes showing both nervousness and eagerness.
Zhang Zhao stood silently to the side. Although he did not need to wear a protective suit, his specially trained physique made the team uniform look tall and neat. His inverted triangle figure implied a sense of power, like a steady mountain.
"Is everything ready?"
Gu Nan glanced at his watch. "It's time—open the door and welcome the guests!"
As he finished speaking, the booth curtains slowly opened to both sides.
boom--
The sound waves rushed towards us as if they were real.
"Tiga—!!"
"Daigo! Rena! Shinjo! I saw him in person!"
"My God! The Victory Flying Swallow! Can we go in and sit down?!"
Cheers, screams, and the clicking of camera shutters blended into a sea of enthusiasm. However, when Gu Nan, Su Zhe, and the others finally saw the scene below the stage, they were all stunned.
Even Gu Nan, who had lived two lives and was used to seeing all sorts of things, felt his heart skip a beat for a moment.
The scene before me was not a chaotic or crowded mass of people.
It was a sea of red and white.
Thousands of fans coincidentally wore homemade Victory Team jerseys!
The materials vary – some are made by modifying red windbreakers with white padding, some are made by carefully pasting red stripes on white T-shirts, and some are made by skilled craftsmen who cut and sew them themselves, almost recreating the styles in the show.
On the chest of every garment is that simple yet meaningful logo:
GUTS.
When so many people stand together, all looking straight at the stage, the impact far surpasses any elaborate set design.
These are not ordinary spectators; they are a "United Earth Peace Organization" that transcends time and space.
"this……"
Xia Youwei instinctively covered her mouth, her eyes instantly reddening.
In a world where tokusatsu is still seen as "childish costume dramas," they once thought of themselves as lonely torchbearers, tenaciously guarding a flame in the darkness.
But the red and white waves before them clearly told them that the light had already been quietly transmitted.
"So...there are so many people with us."
Su Zhe murmured softly.
Just then, the crowd below the stage seemed to receive some kind of silent signal.
A bespectacled boy standing in the front row suddenly raised his right hand, made a loose fist, and drew a half-arc on his chest.
In his hand was a magic light stick!
"Daigo—" someone shouted.
"Become Ultraman Tiga—!!!"
The next second, a deafening roar erupted!
"Tiga————!!!"
The sound was deafening, even drowning out the performance by the top girl group invited by the neighboring Qiaotianzun booth.
Those audience members who were initially drawn to the song and dance performances turned around in surprise, gazing at the sea of red and white in a frenzy.
Gu Nan stood to the side of the stage, his gaze slowly sweeping over every young and sincere face below the stage.
He suddenly stepped forward, picked up the microphone, and his voice carried through the speakers to the surrounding area of the booth:
"Welcome, everyone, to TPC Far East Headquarters."
He paused, a warm smile curving his lips.
"Today, there are no actors or audience members—only teammates on the winning team and humans who are willing to believe in the light."
There was a moment of silence in the audience, followed by an even louder burst of cheers.
Su Zhe and the other team members exchanged glances, then stepped forward and stood in a row.
They faced the red and white sea and gave a victory salute.
After the ceremony, Su Zhe stepped forward alone.
He held up the magic wand prop, and sunlight streamed through the exhibition hall's roof window, landing precisely on the tip of the prop and refracting a dazzling golden light.
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were filled with the gentleness and determination that belonged to "Daigo".
"No matter how deep the darkness,"
He stated clearly, "The light will always come."
"because--"
"We are all light!"
Even though the audience in this world has not yet experienced the finale of Ultraman Tiga where everyone turns into light.
However, in this world, Ultraman Tiga's influence still extends to the younger generation.
At that moment, the boundaries between the upper and lower levels of the exhibition stand became blurred.
A wave of red and white cheers surged, and the young people on the stage, dressed in team uniforms, seemed to have truly become a beacon connecting the two worlds.
The cold wind blows through the exhibition hall passageway, but it cannot cool the burning passion within this space.
Gu Nan watched all this quietly, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
"It seems the world has long been ready to welcome the light."