Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Cosmic Cell Ebloon.
In a sense, this thing is quite absurd—so absurd that it makes one subconsciously suspect that it is not a product that could be born from the normal rules of the universe, but rather a "seed of disaster" deliberately created by some mad being. Its very existence exudes a strange sense of defying the laws of nature.

The most bizarre aspect is that any creature transplanted with it, regardless of whether it was originally a bird, beast, human, or even a tiny insect, is susceptible to uncontrollable malignant mutations, eventually transforming into a monstrous, destructive creature. Moreover, these mutations are completely unpredictable, random, and violent: some creatures lose control entirely within minutes of the transplant, roaring and destroying everything around them; others manage to maintain their sanity for a time through sheer willpower, but the Ebron cells within their bodies continuously erode their minds, ultimately leading to their descent into monster form—without exception.

Even more problematic is that once a creature is completely transformed into a monster by Ebron cells, it develops a fatal and irreparable weakness: it must continuously absorb massive amounts of electricity to maintain its cellular activity and existence. For them, electricity is like a life-sustaining "survival food," an indispensable energy source. Once the power supply is interrupted, or the intake of electricity is insufficient, their bodies will rapidly decay and disintegrate at a visible rate, eventually dying completely without even a chance to struggle or resist. There have been instances where transformed monsters, having exhausted their electricity, have turned into a pool of viscous pus in the center of a city, a scene both disgusting and horrifying.

However, every loss has its gain. While Ebron cells bring destruction and pain, they also grant their hosts numerous unique abilities, each with significant practical value. The most practical and difficult to defend against is the ability to vanish instantly using the unique physical properties of their plasma bodies. This vanishing isn't simple optical cloaking; it completely shields the user from all energy reactions and physical traces. Neither advanced sensors, globally covering satellite radar, nor high-precision equipment specifically designed to detect abnormal energy can detect a single trace. Many modified monsters have used this method to successfully escape from encirclement and annihilation, causing immense trouble for subsequent cleanup efforts.

Following the normal trajectory of cosmic development, or rather, given humanity's innate curiosity and desire to explore the unknown, Ebron cells—extraterrestrial cells possessing unique mutation capabilities and practical combat skills—would inevitably become top-tier research subjects once discovered and mastered by humankind. Countless researchers would flock to them, chasing after them like treasures, trying to decipher their genetic code and mutation principles. They might even attempt to transform them into controllable weapons or apply them to cutting-edge technological fields, thereby seeking immense fame, fortune, and breakthroughs.

but!

Cui Ming's existence was like a boulder blocking this predetermined path, completely shattering everyone's illusions. He knew all too well how dangerous these unstable cosmic cells were. With humanity's current level of technology and understanding of unknown life forms, researching Ebloon cells was tantamount to planting a nuclear bomb that could explode at any moment on our doorstep. The slightest oversight during the research process, even a minor operational error, could lead to cell leakage or premature loss of control in the experimental subjects, inevitably triggering a widespread disaster. This would not only cause numerous casualties but could also allow Ebloon cells to spread globally, creating an irreversible situation. Cui Ming had no time to clean up such a mess, so upon learning of Ebloon cells' existence, he intervened directly, using his influence to pressure the relevant departments and forcibly halt the Ebloon cell research project. Not only that, he personally finalized the protection plan, and placed the discovered Ebloon cells under the highest level of strict control. The specially made sealed containers were reinforced with three layers of protective barriers, and dedicated personnel were on duty 24 hours a day. Not even a fly could get close to the laboratory where the cells were stored.

The Ebloon cell, tightly guarded in its specially designed container, was practically "crying"—of course, it had no physical form, no real emotions, and no tears, but the stifling feeling of being completely restricted in its freedom, without even a chance to exert its "destructive value," was like tangible fog, almost overflowing through the thick container walls. It had originally hoped to be studied by humans, then seize the opportunity to parasitize and spread, causing chaos in the world. But now it was trapped in the pitch-black container, enduring the cold protective energy around it day after day, unable to see even a ray of light.

"Damn it, why?!" The Ebron cell roared and complained in its mind, filled with resentment and bitterness. It knew what kind of treatment its kind received in other universes—either being treated like treasures and carefully studied in laboratories, or successfully parasitizing powerful hosts and constantly growing stronger by destroying and devouring them. How come it was locked up in this wretched place here, never seeing the light of day, without even a chance to cause any trouble?
"Storm One, you have no heart!!!" The Ebron cell cursed Cui Ming's codename over and over in its mind, the resentment so intense it almost materialized. If it had a physical form, it would probably have already pounced on Cui Ming and fought him to the death.

Incidentally, the person originally assigned to lead the research on Ebron cells was a young researcher named Ryosuke Sanada. This guy was indeed quite capable in the field of biological genetics, having published several significant papers, and possessed an almost obsessive passion for the research of unknown biological cells. It was precisely because of this passion and talent that he was chosen as the project leader. Unfortunately, not long after his official appointment, he was targeted by Cui Ming—Cui Ming's eyes, which had seen countless psychologically twisted individuals, immediately recognized that this guy had serious psychological problems: extreme paranoia, a sensitive and fragile heart, and an intensely morbid desire for self-affirmation, always wanting to prove his worth to everyone through a groundbreaking research project. This kind of mentality, applying it to the extremely dangerous Ebron cells, was practically handing the fuse of disaster to a madman who could ignite it at any moment; Cui Ming naturally couldn't let it go unchecked.

So without saying a word, Cui Ming went directly to the relevant department's high-level officials to put pressure on them, explicitly demanding that Sanada Ryosuke be stopped from participating in any research work related to Ebloon cells, and even not allowed to get close to the laboratory where the cells are stored.

Upon learning this news, Sanada Ryosuke was furious, filled with anger and resentment. He felt his talent had been ignored and his efforts negated, and immediately went to confront Cui Ming. Upon meeting him, he slammed his fist on the table, his face flushed, and declared that he had absolutely no psychological problems. He accused Cui Ming of being unreasonable, abusing his power to interfere with scientific research, and delaying crucial progress in humanity's exploration of the unknown. He patted his chest and guaranteed that his abilities were more than sufficient to perfectly control the entire research process, ensuring no mistakes would occur; he considered Cui Ming's interference a pure insult and a disrespect for science.

But
Cui Ming wasn't buying it at all. Faced with Sanada Ryosuke's impassioned and vehement rebuttal, he simply sat calmly in his chair, arms crossed, looking at him with a serene gaze, neither interrupting nor refuting, quietly waiting for him to finish arguing and venting. Only when Sanada Ryosuke's throat was dry and his emotions had calmed slightly did Cui Ming slowly speak, his tone flat yet carrying an undeniable certainty, silencing Sanada Ryosuke with a single sentence:
"How could I not know if you're sick or not? Several people in my family have mental health issues, including myself! Fellow patients know each other best!"

Ryosuke Sanada stood there, speechless. He opened his mouth, but all the rebuttals he had prepared were instantly silenced by that one sentence, and he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Looking at Cui Ming's serious demeanor, as if stating the truth, he suddenly realized that he couldn't find any reason to refute him—after all, the other party had even laid out his own and his family's "illnesses," and the identity of this "fellow patient" was indeed undeniably convincing.

Sanada Ryosuke was completely silenced by Choi's remark, "Patients understand each other best." The pent-up grievances and resentment in his chest couldn't be contained for more than a few seconds before he suddenly broke down in tears. Tears streamed down his face like a broken string of pearls, and snot followed, covering his entire face. He squatted on the ground, his shoulders shaking, crying his heart out. All traces of the toughness and arrogance he had shown when he came to argue earlier were gone. He looked exactly like a child who had suffered a great injustice and had nowhere to confide in.

"I have to be number one! I have to be number one!" he cried, his voice hoarse and choked with emotion. "If I'm not number one, no one will pay attention to me, and no one will love me! Everything I do will be meaningless!" These words seemed to express all the pressure and obsession he had accumulated since childhood. When he shouted them out, they were filled with a deep-seated despair and helplessness, as if he was releasing all the grievances that had been bottled up in his heart for so many years.

Snapped!
A crisp, loud slap suddenly rang out in the quiet room, making everyone's eardrums vibrate. Cui Ming, seeing his sobbing and wailing, frowned so deeply it could trap a fly, and without thinking, raised his hand and slapped Sanada Ryosuke squarely on the back of the head. The slap wasn't light; it sent Sanada Ryosuke staggering forward, landing with a thud on the cold floor.

"Stop crying, all you do is cry!" Cui Ming stood condescendingly in front of him, his tone full of undisguised impatience. The air around his feet seemed to tremble slightly because of his emotions. "Will tears help you get first place? Or make others love you willingly? Stop with this useless sentimental nonsense! Instead of crying, you should think about what you really want!" Although his tone was harsh, there was no real malice in his eyes. Instead, there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

Stunned by the sudden slap, Sanada Ryosuke lay sprawled on the cold floor, his cheek pressed against the pavement, a chill running down his spine. His mind was blank. Tears still clung to his eyelashes, dripping down his cheeks and splashing onto the floor, leaving small water stains. But he forcefully suppressed the rest of his sobs. His mouth opened and closed, but all the prepared explanations and justifications he had prepared vanished with the slap, leaving him only utter confusion and helplessness. He didn't even have the strength to get up.

Cui Ming crossed his arms and looked down at Sanada Ryosuke, who was lying motionless on the ground. After a few seconds of silence, his tone softened slightly, and he said, "What kind of grievance is this? Just because you're afraid that no one will love you if you can't be number one? To be honest, your little problem is nothing compared to what I've seen. You haven't seen anything worse. Let me put it this way, you know Aiba Miyuki, right?"

Sanada Ryosuke was stunned for a while before he came to his senses. He slowly raised his head, his face still wet with tears and snot, his eyes red, and his voice hoarse as if it had been sanded. He replied in a low voice, "I know she is one of your wives." He had seen Aiba Miyuki's name in some internal confidential documents before and knew that she was one of the most core and important people around Choi Myeong, but he had never learned the specifics.

“Hmm.” Cui Ming nodded slightly, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing his arm, and continued to ask, “You should know that everyone was very worried about her mental state a while ago, right? Many people in charge of security and logistics were secretly watching her situation, just in case she suddenly had some extreme situation. Even I specially arranged for people to keep an eye on her.”

“I know. I heard my colleagues in the lab mention it privately.” Sanada Ryosuke nodded honestly, his voice still hoarse. “They said that the lady’s mental state was not very stable, and her emotions fluctuated greatly. She needed to be closely monitored. They also said that this matter was top secret and should not be discussed casually. I was curious at the time, what serious problem could have happened to someone that you valued so much and even used so many resources to keep an eye on?”

"Do you know why? Why is everyone so nervous, desperately trying to keep an eye on her mental state?" Cui Ming asked again, his eyes filled with a complex mix of worry, relief, and a barely perceptible lingering fear.

“I don’t know.” Sanada Ryosuke shook his head, his face full of confusion and curiosity. The relevant information was kept extremely secret, and apart from those in the inner circle, no one else had any chance to learn the specific reasons. Even if he was curious before, he had nowhere to inquire.

Looking at his bewildered yet curious expression, Cui Ming gently shook his head, sighed, and slowly uttered the answer that made everyone tense: "That's because she was previously entangled by an extremely dangerous parasitic creature like Radam. During the time she was parasitized, her consciousness was affected, and she had only one extremely extreme thought in her mind—to kill her entire family, leaving no one alive, not even me and herself."

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Ryosuke Sanada froze completely, lying motionless on the ground, his eyes wide open, pupils shrinking to slits, tears and snot on his face instantly freezing, and he even forgot to breathe. After a long while, he finally managed to regain his breath, silently cursing in his mind: "Damn it."
This older sister is truly ruthless. She even wants to wipe out her entire family, not even sparing her closest relatives. Compared to that, my own grievances from wanting to be number one and fearing being unloved seem insignificant, even a bit of an overreaction. Sanada Ryosuke's face flushed red and then paled. He suddenly realized that his earlier act of squatting on the ground, crying and screaming, was utterly shameful. (End of Chapter)