Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Watching Cui Ming's decisive and dashing departure completely disappear through the doorway, Horii sniffed, hastily wiping away the tears on his face with the back of his hand. Suddenly, he spoke softly, his tone filled with grievance and resentment: "Sigh, I think I'm just as handsome as the instructor. Although I'm a bit chubby, I feel very safe. My personality is also much gentler than the instructor's, and I'm sincere to everyone. But why does the instructor have so many gentle and beautiful wives while I'm still all alone?"

"vomit!!!"

"vomit!!!"

No sooner had Horii finished speaking than two simultaneous "Ugh!!!" echoed in the lab. Sanada Ryosuke and Sayaka, as if disgusted by something, simultaneously covered their mouths, making exaggerated gagging motions, their faces filled with undisguised disgust, even instinctively taking a half-step back. The lingering sadness and seriousness of the moment were instantly swept away by this sudden outburst and the sound of retching.

"You two have gone too far!!!" Horii was so enraged by their synchronized disgust that he jumped up and down, his previous grievances and sadness instantly replaced by anger. His face flushed red, his eyes blazing, he glared fiercely at Sanada Ryosuke and Sayaka, his voice rising eight octaves, "I'm telling the truth! In what way am I inferior to the instructor? In terms of research ability, I'm not much worse than him, and in terms of personality, I'm even more gentle! Why are you disgusted with me! This is so hurtful!"

The lab descended into chaos once more, but this time, the oppressive atmosphere was gone, replaced by the lively chatter of the three—Horui was arguing angrily, Sayaka was trying to suppress her laughter while retorting, and Sanada Ryosuke stood by, occasionally chiming in. Warm sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a soft glow on the lab equipment, completely dispelling the previous gloom and filling the air with a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere.

Having dealt with Sanada Ryosuke's matter, Choi Myung returned home feeling relieved.

After dinner, the family sat around on the sofa in the living room chatting to digest their food. He then vividly recounted to his family the series of farcical events that had occurred in the lab during the day—from him taking the distraught Sanada Ryosuke to Horii for counseling, to Horii urgently calling Sayaka for help but causing a misunderstanding due to a slip of the tongue, and finally to Sanada Ryosuke seeing Horii's "miserable state" and finally understanding and sincerely apologizing.

No sooner had she finished speaking than Camilla, sitting on the single sofa opposite, scoffed. Her delicate features were filled with undisguised disdain, and she uttered a single sentence from her red lips: "Tsk, humans are so pretentious."

To Camilla, who had lived for countless years and seen countless storms in the galaxy, Sanada Ryosuke's petty squabbles were utterly absurd.

The idea that you must be number one to get your parents' love, or that if you don't get number one you feel worthless and abandoned by the whole world, is a twisted and fragile thought that sounds ridiculous and absurd.

Camilla leaned back comfortably against the sofa, her slender fingers casually toying with her signature silver-white short hair—a style that Cui Ming particularly favored. The smooth strands swayed gently with the movement, reflecting a soft sheen and adding a touch of languid yet alluring charm to her.

“He wants to be number one in everything,” Camilla said, raising her chin slightly, her tone more sarcastic and dismissive. “If he has so much time to fuss over these trivial matters of love, why doesn’t he go and compete for the number one spot on the list of the greatest monsters in the universe? Defeating all the monsters in the universe, that’s real skill. To put it bluntly, it’s just his inherent affectation that’s causing this; he can’t withstand the slightest hardship.”

“It is indeed exaggerated… But speaking of which,” Cui Ming, sitting on the sofa next to Camilla, responded to her words, but then suddenly changed the subject, his eyes filled with lingering confusion. He turned to look at Camilla intently, his tone full of bewilderment, “Camilla, something’s been really strange lately—Camilla keeps causing trouble in my dreams. As soon as she appears, she starts yelling at the top of her lungs, her voice so shrill it could pierce eardrums, keeping me up all night. Do you think there’s something wrong with her? Why is she acting like she’s gone mad?”

"Who knows what's wrong with her?" Camilla curled her lip dismissively, then simply lifted her legs and elegantly placed them on Cui Ming's legs, gently swaying them as she settled into the most comfortable position. Her tone was full of disdain and contempt for Camilla. "Whether we bump into each other in dreams or at other times, she's like a cat with its fur standing on end, throwing a useless tantrum the moment she sees me. She shouts until her voice is hoarse, but she never gets anything out of the ordinary. She can't keep her own man, can't hold onto the relationship she wants, and in the end, she's abandoned by everyone and all alone. Who can she take her anger out on now? In the end, isn't it all her own fault for being useless? What does it have to do with anyone else?"

“It was indeed impotent rage…” Cui Ming nodded in agreement, recalling Carmila’s hysterical, bloodshot-eyed appearance in the dream, and couldn’t help but feel a little worried. His tone softened, becoming cautious, “But then again, maybe we shouldn’t keep provoking her? I always feel that her emotions are a bit unstable right now, like a powder keg ready to explode. If she really has an episode, whether in a dream or suddenly running into reality, it would be troublesome if she came out and bit someone. We’d have to spend a lot of time cleaning up the mess.”

"Tsk, do you think I wanted to provoke her?" Camilla rolled her eyes dramatically, her corners slightly upturned, her tone carrying a hint of wronged grievance mixed with an unspeakable helplessness. "To be honest, I would like to have a good talk with her. After all, our initial experiences are quite similar; we both have a pursuit of power and have both been persistent in relationships. Logically, we should be able to talk to each other and maybe even understand each other. But this girl is different. Every time she sees me, it's like she's seen her father's killer. Her eyes are bloodshot, and her whole aura becomes violent. She doesn't give me a chance to speak at all, and she comes up with threats of violence right away. It's simply unreasonable."

As she spoke, Camille stretched out her slender, fair fingers and carefully picked up a cherry blossom pastry covered in icing from the delicate dessert plate on the table. She brought it to her lips and took a small bite. The sweet but not cloying aroma instantly spread in her mouth, making her feel a little more relaxed.

She slowly chewed her pastry, gently pulling Cui Ming's arm closer to her with her other hand. Her tone softened, carrying a hint of coquettishness: "Cui, you know me best. I really didn't intentionally provoke her. At most, when I occasionally run into her, I tell her about you and me, and talk about the happy times we spent traveling through different worlds together and facing storms side by side. How did that provoke her?"

“She is indeed quite petty.” Cui Ming stood firmly on Camilla’s side without hesitation. In his opinion, it is perfectly normal for couples to share their sweet memories and reminisce about the years they have spent together. Camilla’s anger and hysteria over this was indeed an overreaction and a complete overreaction.

“Right! I knew it!” Camilla’s eyes lit up immediately, sparkling with tiny lights. She quickly echoed Cui Ming’s words, a smug smile playing on her lips. She was clearly very satisfied with the answer, feeling that her ideas had received the strongest endorsement. But these two carefree individuals, Cui Ming and Camilla, were completely unaware that what they considered ordinary “sharing” was, to the sensitive and proud Camilla, a ruthless and utterly humiliating insult, each instance of sharing feeling like salt rubbed into her wounds.

After all, Camilla and Carmilla's initial experiences were actually quite similar—both had an obsession with power, both had deep emotional ties over the long years, and even their initial persistence and dedication in their relationships were somewhat similar.

But now there is a most serious and core problem that has directly led the two people's fates in completely different directions, and their final outcomes are worlds apart.

Carmilla poured her heart and soul into love, doing everything she could to maintain the relationship, only to be abandoned by the one she loved. Her sincere devotion was met with nothing but cold betrayal and endless loneliness, ultimately ending in a tragic and desolate conclusion. Meanwhile, Carmilla had Choi Ming's steadfast companionship from the moment she met him.

No matter how many storms and hardships they went through, no matter how many bizarre worlds they traversed, no matter how great the dangers and difficulties they encountered, Cui Ming always protected her and accompanied her without reservation. Until the complete end of a world, he never left her for even a moment, giving her a full sense of security and belonging.

These two drastically different outcomes were enough to throw the sensitive and proud Carmilla off balance, causing her to feel intense jealousy and resentment.

As a result, Camilla would often talk about her sweet past with Choi Myung and the heartwarming experiences of walking side by side in front of her without any scruples, trying to communicate with her in this way of "sharing".

But for Carmilla, every word she spoke about her story with Cui Ming was like a sharp knife, repeatedly cutting into her already wounded heart, each word carrying excruciating pain.

In particular, Camilla's occasional casual remark, "Tremor stayed with me until the very end of the world, never letting me be alone," precisely hits Camilla's most painful and vulnerable spot, completely breaking her defenses each time and pushing her to the brink of collapse, hysterically wanting to vent her inner pain and jealousy.

Poor Carmilla
Thinking of Carmilla's hysterical, bloodshot eyes in her dreams, the piercing roars that seemed to shatter eardrums still echoing in her ears, and considering her own fate—similar yet vastly different from Carmilla's—Cui Ming couldn't help but sigh heavily in his heart. Honestly, to be fair, it wasn't entirely her fault.

In Cui Ming's view, the core problem behind Carmilla's current sensitive, irritable, and easily broken state, like a powder keg ready to explode, ultimately lies with Triga—that aloof giant of light is indeed terrible at comforting people, and even less capable of maintaining an already fragile relationship. Although he may harbor feelings for Carmilla, he always responds in the clumsiest, most abrupt, and even most hurtful ways, pushing situations that could still be salvaged to the point of no return, ultimately chilling Carmilla's heart.

At least, Cui Ming secretly believed that he was much more reliable than Triga and knew how to cherish those around him. After all, although he seemed fickle and was occasionally surrounded by many people, his care and concern for Camilla were genuine, without a trace of pretense or perfunctoriness. He remembered Camilla's favorite desserts, paid attention to subtle changes in her emotions, appeared immediately when she needed him, and kept her safety and feelings close to his heart, always putting her first in everything.

Even though he possessed a somewhat fickle nature, once he chose to walk alongside Camilla, he was willing to consciously restrain his desires and stay peacefully by her side in this world, from their first encounter to their last. He would never abandon her halfway, like Triga did, to walk alone towards the so-called "light." This unwavering companionship and commitment was his most fundamental promise to this relationship, and it was what he considered to be far superior to Triga.

As for Triga Tsering, he shook his head helplessly again, a hint of regret in his eyes, and a long, meaningful sigh escaped his lips. Ah.
He couldn't help but imagine that if Triga had just let go of his so-called "stance of the Giant of Light" and his stubbornness, and had been willing to take the initiative to reach out and take Carmilla with him, so that she could feel even a little bit of warmth from being cared for and needed, instead of pushing her away and rejecting her with a cold attitude, then there wouldn't have been so many messy and complicated things later on!

Ultimately, Carmilla never wanted much; all she wanted was unwavering companionship, a sense of security from being abandoned, and a safe haven where she could find peace. If Triga could have understood her heart and given her these simplest things, how could she have ended up in this situation? At least, based on his years of experience dealing with emotional entanglements, Cui Ming believed things would have taken a completely different turn.

"What are you thinking about? You seem so engrossed in your thoughts." Camilla noticed that Cui Ming was staring blankly at the carpet in front of the sofa, not even noticing that she had glanced at him several times. She stretched out her fair finger and gently waved it in front of his eyes, her tone carrying a hint of curiosity and barely perceptible intimacy.

"It's nothing," Cui Ming said, snapping out of his daze. His eyes quickly focused, and he took Camilla's slightly cool hand in his own, gently squeezing her palm with his fingertips. His tone was calm but serious. "I was just thinking about that guy, Triga. I felt like he wasted a relationship that should have been nurtured, and he also wronged Camilla."

Camilla raised an eyebrow, a knowing glint in her delicate eyes. She instantly guessed what he had been pondering. She scoffed, her tone tinged with disdain: "Why bother with their mess? It's his own fault for not appreciating it. Let's just live our own lives and not waste our time on people who don't belong to us." (End of Chapter)