Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

When Cui Ming woke up, he couldn't help but rub his temples as soon as he opened his eyes, feeling quite helpless.
To be honest, sleep has never been a relaxing experience for Cui Ming.
It's more like another endless battle.

While others sleep to recharge, he has to conserve his energy to fight a tough battle with the Alien Abe in his dreams.

Gee.
Cui Ming clicked his tongue, a hint of annoyance in his eyes. Ambera seemed to be bored out of his mind lately; before, they only occasionally met and fought in dreams, but now it was almost daily, like clockwork, relentlessly challenging him to a fight in his dreams, never letting him have a moment's peace.

What puzzled him most was that Ambella was not in the same world as him at all, so how could she accurately find his dream and even launch a battle across worlds?

Cui Ming strongly suspects that an old charlatan is secretly helping him behind the scenes!

It's possible that this old charlatan's goal is to exhaust him and Ambella's energy in this way, so that they won't have the mind to do anything else, and so that their universe can have some peace and quiet!

The more Cui Ming thought about it, the more plausible his guess seemed, and the stronger his doubts became.

So who exactly is this charlatan behind the scenes?
Cui Ming leaned against the headboard, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the edge of the bed, his brow furrowed in deep thought. This matter was indeed rather difficult to fathom.
He mentally reviewed the known top Ultra Warriors: Noah was busy traveling between universes dealing with various crises, so he was always on the go and definitely wouldn't have time to arrange a fight between him and Ambera; as for Legend, that was even more impossible—Legend's transformation permission was granted to him by Legend himself. Although, in general, Legend should be a being born from the fusion of Cosmos and other Ultra Warriors, Legend particularly valued him and directly granted him the transformation permission to skip the fusion process. Given Legend's personality, he always maintained the balance of the universe and wouldn't do something like deliberately provoking trouble and wasting combat power.

Then
Who exactly is this old charlatan?

Cui Ming frowned, mentally reviewing the possible candidates again, but still had no clue. It's just too hard to guess, isn't it?

He suddenly paused, a new name popped into his mind, and his eyes flickered slightly: King of Ultra?

After all, the King of Ultra has been stationed in the Land of Light for many years, overlooking the entire universe. His strength is unfathomable, and he has the ability to help Ambella find her dream across worlds. Moreover, the King of Ultra has always taken it upon himself to maintain the stability of the universe, so perhaps he really could do something like "stopping chaos with war"?

Of course, Cui Ming only went through this speculation in his mind and didn't really intend to delve into it further.
The King of Ultra is, after all, a universally recognized top guardian of the universe, with unfathomable strength and a calm and wise disposition honed over countless years. He has always taken it upon himself to protect the balance of the universe and resolve major crises. It's inconceivable that he would be so bored as to go to such lengths to pull off this petty trick, just to make sure he and Abela fight in their dreams every day. Cui Ming leaned against the headboard, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the edge of the sheets as he muttered to himself. He quickly suppressed this baseless speculation for the time being. After all, it was purely his own conjecture, without even the slightest supporting clue, so there was no point in dwelling on it.

"What's wrong, Cui?"

A soft, slightly sleepy voice came from beside her. She had been in a light sleep, but was probably disturbed by the noise of Cui Ming turning over and rubbing his temples, and slowly opened her eyes. She turned her head, her hair falling gently over her shoulder, her eyes filled with the confusion of just waking up, as well as concern and a hint of doubt for Cui Ming—she could clearly feel the lingering fatigue on Cui Ming, and that fleeting irritability, exactly the same as every time she woke up from that special "battle." "It's okay. You continue to rest." Cui Ming turned his head to meet Miri's gaze, deliberately concealing the fatigue in his eyes, and gave her a relatively gentle smile, trying to keep his tone relaxed and calm, not wanting her to worry about him.

"Fighting with Ambera again?" Misato wasn't so easily fooled. Having spent so much time with Choi Myung, she knew his temperament inside and out. Every time he woke up from a dream with this deep-seated exhaustion and a hint of irritability, it was most likely because he'd had a fierce battle with that guy called Ambera in his dream. Her tone was certain, with little doubt.

"That's right." Seeing that he couldn't hide it any longer, Cui Ming nodded slightly, his tone filled with even more helplessness. This constant harassment, where people would come knocking on his door every day and he couldn't even sleep peacefully, was indeed making him extremely irritable. But he didn't have a good way to completely resolve it; he couldn't just keep going without sleep forever.

"Thank you for your hard work." Misato was silent for a moment, her concern growing stronger, mixed with a touch of heartache. She knew all too well that Choi Myung's sleep was never a moment of relaxation, but rather another tough battle fought in a different arena. But she could neither help with the battle nor prevent Abe from getting involved, so she could only softly utter this comforting word tinged with heartache.

Misato was also speechless. This should have been a peaceful and relaxing time for sleep, but instead, Choi Myung was being attacked. Anyone would feel overwhelmed if this happened to them for a long time. She gently reached out and patted Choi Myung's hand tenderly, the warmth of her fingertips transferring to him. She didn't say anything more, simply closing her eyes again, but instead of immediately falling asleep, she listened intently to the movements of the person beside her, afraid that he might still be feeling unwell.

In stark contrast to the exhaustion, helplessness, and weariness on Cui Ming's side, the Alien Ambera on the other side of the universe was currently immersed in extreme excitement, his entire being radiating joy.

"Ah, I'm so happy!"

Ambella hovered in the center of his castle hall, perpetually shrouded in dark energy. The dark energy around him fluctuated violently due to extreme excitement, forming visible ripples that spread to every corner of the hall. He tilted his head slightly back, an exaggerated grin spreading across his face, a satisfied and exhilarating smile on his lips. His crimson eyes gleamed with the aftertaste of the battle in his dream and an undisguised fervor.

He had an incredibly exhilarating time fighting in his dream! The kind of battle where he could unleash his full power without holding back, where every punch and kick was an extreme clash of strength, where every skill exchange tested each other's strength and on-the-spot reaction, and where every offensive and defensive transition was thrilling, was far more exciting and enjoyable than dealing with weak and easily defeated opponents in his own world.

Most importantly, Cui Ming's dream battlefield has extremely unique and strict rules—every battle here is 100% real, without any false buffers. If you are completely defeated and lose all signs of life in the dream, then you will also truly die in reality. This extreme sense of pressure, hanging by a thread, not only did not frighten him in the slightest, but instead acted like a shot of adrenaline, completely igniting the fighting spirit flowing in his bones, making him more and more excited and exhilarated as he fought.

Therefore, Ambera was exceptionally happy at this moment! For a warlike powerhouse like him, the most painful thing was not the battle itself, but the lack of an opponent who could match him. Now, to find a powerful opponent like Cui Ming, who could fight him to the extreme, and to engage in this real life-or-death battle, was simply the most perfect enjoyment, more satisfying than conquering any weak planet.

Only then can one be worthy of fighting against oneself.

He was already looking forward to the next dream battle, eager to face Cui Ming again. "Storm One...what a joyful battle." Ambella slowly lowered his head, his crimson eyes still gleaming with fanaticism, murmuring softly, his tone filled with the aftertaste of the battle and the eager anticipation of the next fight. "Storm One" was the codename he had given Cui Ming—in his eyes, only an opponent like Cui Ming, capable of unleashing a storm of battle and evenly matched with him, deserved such a title, deserved to fight him. He was already frantically anticipating the next dream battle, wishing he could meet Cui Ming again on the dream battlefield at any moment, and engage in another exhilarating fight. (End of Chapter)