Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

The Giranbo incident had come to a complete end, but the news spread like wildfire, quietly causing a stir among the aliens lurking on Earth. Those aliens hiding in the corners of cities, disguised as humans, were terrified when they learned that it was Ultraman Seven who had defeated Giranbo. Many even secretly clenched their clothes, their palms sweating profusely—Holy crap! It was the real Seven! Not some fake Seven cobbled together by machines, nor some imposter imitated by some cosmic force, but the Ultraman Seven who had left countless legends in the universe!
Several timid aliens nearly collapsed to the ground, their minds filled with the thought, "I'm terrified! My family!" Before infiltrating Earth, they had all done their "homework"—knowing your enemy is crucial for survival. But this very "homework" had now become a tormenting nightmare—to uncover the secrets of Earth's guardians, they had not only scoured every tokusatsu film produced by humans, but also meticulously searched for descriptions of Ultraman's abilities, even scrutinizing every nook and cranny of "battle record analyses."

They should have looked away; what they saw was enough to terrify them. Seven's record speaks for itself: from defeating various cosmic monsters to fighting extradimensional invaders, every victory was an overwhelming one. What shocked them even more was that humans had actually assigned Ultraman all sorts of stats—strength, speed, the power of his beam attacks—the dense array of numbers made their scalps tingle.

These aliens didn't think the numbers were fake at all; on the contrary, the more they looked at them, the more panicked they became. Some even muttered to themselves: "Could it be that humans deliberately wrote down conservative numbers? After all, someone who can easily defeat Kiranbo must be even more terrifying than what's written on paper!" Thinking back to how they had been planning to cause some trouble on Earth, comparing themselves to Saiwen's record now felt like throwing an egg against a rock.

Panic gripped the aliens lurking on Earth. Their plans to gather resources and probe human defenses were abandoned; they simply wanted to remain in peace and avoid being noticed by Ultraman. Some even began packing, contemplating leaving Earth—after all, no one dared gamble on escaping a creature with such impressive battle records and terrifying numbers.

In short, the entire cosmic community lurking on Earth is now filled with only one word: fear! It's a fear that comes from the depths of their hearts; they're even afraid to dream of Seven's ice axe coming at them at night. They used to think Earth was easy to navigate, but now they realize that the guardians hidden here are beings they can't afford to mess with.

Before the panic among the aliens could subside, someone in the shadows revealed something even more despairing—the most terrifying thing wasn't Seven's overwhelming strength, but his almost boundless doting on humanity! These words exploded like a thunderclap among the whispering aliens. The aliens, who had been encouraging each other and trying to find excuses to comfort themselves, instantly fell silent, even their breathing unconsciously becoming softer, their fingertips clenched until white, as if any louder sound would alert the Ultra Warrior who might be guarding somewhere in a human city at that moment.

Actually, what's most terrifying for them is that Seven is coming.
Other Ultramen, at least most of the time, are reasonable.
But in his eyes, humans seem to be untouchable treasures. As long as humans suffer the slightest grievance, as long as anyone dares to touch the 'Haki' he protects, this guy won't waste any words with you. He'll just flash his ice axe and beat them to death!
Previously, Kiranbo had only absorbed the children's dreams, not directly killing anyone, yet he was beaten so badly that he could barely maintain his original form, ultimately ending up dead and his nest destroyed. Just thinking about it now sends shivers down my spine—if it were me, even accidentally bumping into a child on the street would probably get me chased and hacked to pieces by the Ice Axe!
In the crowd, a young alien who had only recently infiltrated Earth and still harbored a sliver of hope muttered, "I read in the data that Seven has a weakness for being 'easily tricked by honey traps,' maybe..." Before he could finish, he was glared at by an old alien who had lived for hundreds of years. The old alien's voice was extremely low, but filled with terror: "Are you crazy? You really think honey traps will work? Let alone finding someone who can move Seven's heart, even if you do, once you cross his line about protecting humanity, he'll only get angrier! You can imagine the consequences! A single blow with an ice axe would be the least of your worries; you might be torn to pieces, leaving you no chance of reincarnation!"

The old alien's words were like a bucket of ice water, chilling all the aliens to the bone. Even the young alien wilted instantly, never daring to utter the word "weakness" again. What devastated them even more was that Earth was not a place to be trifled with—the armed force called "Storm One" unleashed a barrage of high-tech weapons: laser cannons, energy shields, space jammers—any one of which could give any troublemaking alien a run for their money. Many of their comrades had fallen victim to this before, and now they would avoid Storm One's base altogether.

And now, to make matters worse, there's Seven too! One has maxed-out technology and combat prowess, capable of trapping you with no escape; the other is an Ultra Warrior capable of destroying the world, able to cleave your lair in two with a single axe blow. Who can withstand this combination of attacks?

Many aliens hid in the human rooms used for disguise at night, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, staring blankly at the ceiling, their minds filled with chaotic question marks: "What kind of place is Earth?! How come there are so many ruthless characters hiding here?" If they had known it was this dangerous, they would never have come to join this fun! Now, they were in a dilemma: if they wanted to leave, they were afraid of being targeted by Seven or Storm One—after all, leaving Earth required starting the spaceship, and releasing energy could expose them; if they wanted to stay, they were on tenterhooks every day, even going out to buy a bag of human snacks for fear of accidentally provoking humans. It was like putting themselves on a hot seat, not daring to relax for a moment.

A few timid individuals had begun secretly stockpiling energy-concealing devices, hiding their ships even deeper, hoping to remain in the shadows until the storm passed. Others were even considering surrendering to Earth's armed forces, even as informants reporting on the movements of other aliens daily—at least that would offer them a chance to survive. After all, under the combined pressure from Seven and Storm One, continuing to lie low would inevitably cost them their lives; such a life of constant fear was unbearable. (End of Chapter)