Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

The chaos on the wasteland had reached its peak. The Gazoats completely ignored the human artillery fire, chasing and tearing at their own kind across the entire area—one Gazoat had just bitten off the forelimb of its companion when it was turned around and bitten in the waist by another, larger Gazoat. Dark brown juice mixed with bits of flesh splattered on the scorched earth, and even the air was filled with the stench of blood and decay.

Meanwhile, on the human side, just after taking down three Gazorts, five more fell from the clouds. The cannons of the Balias armored vehicles were already overheating and glowing red, the Titan tanks' Soul Cannons also needed time to recharge, and the GUTS fighters were constantly dodging electromagnetic beams. Everyone was gritting their teeth and holding on.

Standing atop the command vehicle, Cui Ming frowned as he watched the endless battle. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of silver glasses, their metal frames gleaming coldly in the sunlight. Without hesitation, Cui Ming raised the glasses high, and as his arm stretched out, the lenses reflected a blinding red light that shot straight into the sky.

The next second, a fist-sized red sphere appeared out of thin air, its surface shimmering with a faint halo, hovering above Cui Ming's head. Sawai, who was directing operations at the front lines, saw this through his binoculars. His pupils contracted sharply, and he asked with a hint of surprise, "What's that?" He was about to ask the communications officer when his fingertips touched the encrypted message Cui Ming had given him before the match in his pocket. Opening it revealed only five simple words—"Don't worry, we're on the same side."

Sawai's tense shoulders instantly relaxed, and he thought to himself: Old Cui said he's one of us, so there's definitely no problem. He put down his binoculars, his eyes fixed on the red ball, curious about what would happen next.

"ju!!!!!!!!!"

A sharp, powerful roar suddenly resounded through the heavens and earth. Immediately afterward, a silver ice axe shot out from the red sphere, moving so fast that it left only a blur. The ice axe drew a graceful arc in the air, like the scythe of death, instantly slicing through the necks of more than a dozen Gazorts—without any pause, the ice axe seemed to have a life of its own, weaving through the dense horde of monsters. Each swing precisely severed the heads or bodies of the Gazorts, and gray remains fell like raindrops.

The EDF soldiers beside the command vehicle, the members of the GUTS team, and Sawai in the distance were all stunned. Some soldiers familiar with tokusatsu (special effects) stared wide-eyed, pointing at the ice axe in the air, their voices trembling: "That's?! Could it be...?!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the red sphere suddenly exploded, and a dazzling red light enveloped the entire wasteland. Within the red light, a tall figure slowly appeared—a red body covered with silver patterns, an energy lamp on his forehead flashing a pale blue light, and his iconic head crest (ice axe) atop his head. It was none other than the "Ultimate Lover King," Ultraman Seven, whom everyone knew!

"Seven?"

"Seven?"

"Seven?" Sawai murmured unconsciously, her eyes widening.

"Seven! Seven! Seven! It really is Ultraman Seven!" Nori shouted excitedly through the GUTS communicator. He was still clutching a corner of the Seven tokusatsu poster in his hand, and the image on the poster perfectly overlapped with the figure in front of him.

"Seven!!!" The soldiers on the front line forgot to fire, all looking up at the red figure, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

Sawai's mouth dropped open, her brain racing.

He suddenly remembered that before Ultraman Tiga appeared, Ultraman in this world had always been a character in tokusatsu dramas, a hero idolized by children. But now, the real Ultraman Seven was standing right in front of him! What made his heart pound even harder was that he suddenly recalled something—Tsui Ming's previous unusual behavior: his knowledge of monsters, his ability to summon Ultraman, and even his occasional use of "tokusatsu references"...

"Holy crap!" Sawai couldn't help but curse, his binoculars clattering to the ground. "Could Old Cui really be the all-powerful Old Cui from the tokusatsu drama?!" The more he thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. After all, who else could summon Ultraman Seven and even produce the Ultra Red Ball but a "hidden master" from a tokusatsu drama? Seven seemed to hear the commotion below, glanced down at Cui Ming, and then turned to attack the Gazort swarm still devouring each other. He leaped into the air, his fist slamming into the head of a Gazort with immense force, shattering it instantly; the floating ice axe struck again, like silver lightning, instantly clearing out most of the monsters. Seeing this, the human forces immediately reorganized their firepower, coordinating with Seven to launch a final assault on the remaining Gazort—with Ultraman's addition, the previously chaotic battle situation instantly reversed, and the scales of victory began to tip rapidly in humanity's favor.

Cui Ming put away his glasses, watching Seven's fighting figure, a faint smile playing on his lips. He had long known that facing the endless stream of Gazorts, the human forces alone would eventually tire, and Seven's appearance was the key to breaking the stalemate. As for Sawai's speculation, Cui Ming didn't care—he would find out sooner or later anyway; the most important thing now was to completely eliminate these threats.

The moment Seven landed on the wasteland, his red body tensed slightly with rage, and the energy lamp on his forehead flashed faster than usual. The words Cui Ming had told him before he came still echoed in his ears—"The humans here have long abandoned war, and even try to coexist with threatening monsters. But Gazort is different. They eat their own kind and even target humans as food." Every word was like a spark, igniting the anger in Seven's heart.

He glanced down at the carcasses of Gazort tearing apart their own kind, then looked at the human soldiers fighting desperately in the distance—those figures, though thin, were wielding weapons against monsters dozens of times their size, their eyes filled with unwavering determination to protect their home. This was the image of the "good kids" Seven cherished most, the kind of beings he would cross the universe to protect. And now, these Gazort actually wanted to use these humans as "food"?
"ju!!!!!"

Seven let out a roar filled with boundless rage, the sound shaking the surrounding air. He abruptly raised his head, his crimson eyes locking onto a Gazort that was charging towards an EDF soldier. He pushed off the ground with both feet, charging forward like an arrow. Before Gazort could react, Seven's fist, whistling through the air, slammed heavily into its head.

"Crack!"

Gazort's head was instantly crushed, splattering dark brown fluid. Its massive body fell straight to the ground, twitching a few times before going still. But Seven's rage showed no sign of abating. He turned to another Gazort, still tearing at its own kind, and with a swift movement, the ice axe hovering in the air flew back into his hand. Gripping the axe, he leaped into the air and brought it down hard on Gazort's neck—the sharp blade sliced ​​through like paper, and Gazort's head separated from its body instantly, rolling to the ground, still unconsciously biting back.

Not far away, a Gazort, seeing Seven's ferocity, tried to turn and run away. But Seven wouldn't give it the chance. He raised his hand, gathering energy, a blinding red light emanating from his palm. Then, a beam of energy shot out, striking Gazort precisely in the back. "Boom!" A large hole was blasted in Gazort's back, its internal organs scattered everywhere. It screamed and collapsed, quickly losing its breath.

Seven landed on the ground, his red body splattered with Gazort's juices, but he didn't care. He looked around, his gaze sweeping over each Gazort, his eyes filled with icy killing intent—these monsters not only trampled on life, but also tried to harm the humans he loved most, especially these "good kids" who fought so hard for peace. He couldn't let them succeed!
"ju!!!"

Seven roared again and charged towards the remaining Gazort swarm. His movements were several times faster than usual, alternating between fists, ice axes, and cluster beams, each attack carrying devastating power. The Gazort were like paper before him, utterly powerless to resist, and their remains quickly filled the wasteland.

Watching Seven's furious expression from afar, Sawai couldn't help but swallow hard—he had never seen Seven so enraged in a tokusatsu series; the aura of wanting to tear apart any threat was palpable even from a distance. The staff officer beside him, Nanbara, was even more dumbfounded: "This…is this a real Ultraman besides Ultraman Tiga? He's too powerful!"

Sawai remained silent, her gaze complex as she looked at Cui Ming not far away—only Cui Ming could possibly provoke Ultraman Seven to such fury, even to the point of resorting to deadly force. Cui Ming stood beside the command vehicle, watching Seven's fighting figure, a knowing smile playing on his lips—he had long known that Seven, with his doting affection for humans, would be enraged upon learning of Gazot's actions.

It wasn't about using Seven, but about showing Seven that humans are truly capable and worthy of his admiration.

Soon, the last Gazort also fell to Seven's ice axe.

Seven stood amidst the wreckage, the energy lamp on his forehead slowly returning to normal. The anger in his eyes gradually subsided, but a hint of coldness remained. He glanced up at the sky, seemingly to confirm that no one had escaped, before turning and nodding slightly to Cui Ming. Then, he transformed into a streak of red light and entered the red sphere. The sphere flickered a few times before disappearing into the horizon. (End of Chapter)