Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

The reception area at TPC headquarters was quiet, with only the soft clatter of keyboards and the occasional ring of a telephone. Saki stood at the front desk, her hands slightly clenched, her white dress swaying gently in the air conditioning. A hint of tension crossed her face, but she tried her best to remain calm—she had thought about it for a long time and decided to come directly to TPC to explain the situation; it was the most likely way she could think of to convince them that she meant no harm.

The receptionist was a young man who looked very young. He looked up and saw Saki standing in front of him. He smiled politely at first, but when Saki uttered her first words, his smile froze instantly.

"So, you're an alien?" The staff member's voice trembled slightly, his eyes filled with disbelief, and his expression was one of utter disbelief. Having worked at TPC for so long and received all sorts of requests for help from citizens, this was the first time he had ever seen someone directly say that he was an alien.

Saki met his gaze and nodded earnestly, "Yes." She didn't hide it, nor did she want to, because her goal was simple: she just wanted to go home.

The staff member was silent for a few seconds, seemingly trying to process the information. He slowly nodded, picked up a pen, and pretended to calmly write something on the paper, but his fingers unconsciously tightened slightly: "So, may I ask what you need?"

"I want to go home." Saki's voice was soft, but filled with unwavering determination; this was her only wish for the past two hundred years.

"Go home? How do I go home?" the staff member pressed, his pen leaving a crooked mark on the paper. He had actually secretly pressed the communicator under the table, but on the surface, he was still maintaining the normal reception process.

Saki took a deep breath, as if she had made a huge decision, and said the plan that she both looked forward to and feared: "Call the monster to come and pick me up."

"Oh," the staff member drawled, replying casually, even taking a sip of water from the glass on the table as if he had only heard something insignificant. But only he knew that his heart was pounding, and his hand under the table was already pressed on that special red button—ever since Saki said she was an alien, he had been on high alert, and with each additional question, his nerves tightened further.

Hearing "Summon the monster," he dared not delay for a moment, pressing the button repeatedly, fearing the signal might not be transmitted in time. The button was pressed so frequently and forcefully that sparks were practically flying from its edge! While feigning calm as he dealt with Saki, he frantically screamed in his mind, "Emergency! Emergency! There are alien visitors at the reception desk, claiming they want to summon a monster! Requesting backup! Requesting backup!"

On the surface, the reception scene remained calm and uneventful, but the tension and urgency beneath the table had already reached their peak—after all, the combination of "aliens" and "summoning monsters" was enough to instantly put any TPC staff member on high alert.

That's what you call professional! The TPC staff did an excellent job—maintaining a calm facade while simultaneously triggering the emergency plan immediately and ensuring support was in place without a sound. At this moment, fully equipped TPC personnel were already positioned in the corners of the corridors and emergency exits surrounding the reception area. Dressed in lightweight tactical uniforms, they carried energy guns loaded with special ammunition, their fingers lightly on the triggers, their eyes fixed on the reception area, their breathing barely audible. Everyone was ready to act at any moment; should Saki show any hostility or an unexpected situation arise, the support personnel could rush in and take control instantly.

At this moment, Saki simply stood quietly at the front desk, her hands hanging naturally at her sides, her eyes filled with longing for home. She showed no sign of wanting to provoke anything, and even the faint fluctuations of cosmic energy emanating from her exuded a peaceful aura. Therefore, the waiting operatives also refrained from making any rash moves, remaining quietly in ambush, maintaining high vigilance, and awaiting further instructions from their superiors—they knew very well that they couldn't easily disrupt this balance before confirming any hostile intent from the other side; misjudging the situation would only cause unnecessary trouble.

Meanwhile, at TPC's top management, chaos reigned. Live footage was being transmitted to the command center's large screen. Several senior leaders, gathered around the screen, gradually shifted from serious expressions to disbelief, finally breaking down in shock, their faces filled with utter disbelief.

"What did you just say? Repeat it to me again!" A senior executive with gray hair adjusted his glasses, his tone full of disbelief, as if he doubted that he had misheard his subordinate's report.

The liaison officer next to him swallowed hard and quickly repeated, "Sir, a young woman has arrived at the reception desk. She claims to be an alien and says she wants to go home and needs to summon a monster to pick her up..."

"Summoning a monster to pick me up?" Another executive's eyes widened, pointing at Saki on the screen, his voice rising several decibels. "Just this seemingly ordinary girl? Claiming to be an alien is one thing, but summoning a monster too? What's going on? Is it a prank, or is there really something wrong?"

Silence fell over the command center; no one could offer an answer. This situation was simply too outrageous—previously, aliens encountered were either maliciously causing destruction or secretly lurking to observe; to openly come to TPC headquarters and frankly declare they wanted to summon monsters home was unheard of. The higher-ups exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes reflecting confusion and shock, unsure how to handle this sudden and absurd event.

At this moment, whether it was the combat personnel lying in ambush around the reception area, the staff member at the front desk who was trying to appear calm, or even the TPC executives in the command center who were watching the monitor, they all had the same question in their minds—are the aliens these days really this... awesome?

The infiltrator, lying prone in the shadows of the corridor, kept his energy gun pointed towards the reception area, inwardly grumbling: The aliens they'd encountered before were either incredibly well-hidden, terrified of being discovered, or they'd arrive shouting for war, ready to turn the Earth upside down. But this guy was something else entirely—he swaggered into TPC headquarters, openly admitting to the staff that he was an alien, and even brazenly saying he'd call monsters to come and take him home—this completely shattered their understanding of aliens; it seemed utterly absurd, even unreal. (End of Chapter)