Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

The N2 explosive is definitely a truly great product, with maximum practicality, perfectly addressing Earth's current need to fight against alien invasion.

After receiving the complete technical blueprint, TPC's top management skipped the unnecessary evaluation and demonstration processes. After reviewing the parameters and experimental expectation reports, the core members immediately decided to launch a full-scale production plan.

The production department worked through the night to debug the production line, the logistics department prioritized the allocation of various scarce raw materials, and the research team provided on-site technical support throughout the process. The entire TPC research and production system was operating at high speed around this weapon, with astonishing efficiency, completely racing against time.

To reiterate, this thing might not be enough to deal with those tough, resilient monsters with insane regenerative abilities. Even if it's detonated at full power, it will most likely only cause minor external injuries, and might not even be able to break through their defenses.

But if used to deal with those aliens who dare to invade Earth, it would be an absolutely tailor-made weapon.

Its primary function is to precisely destroy alien spaceships, turning those malicious alien scum, along with their spacecraft, into ashes.

After all, no matter how sturdy an alien spaceship is, while its outer shell can withstand the impact of conventional weapons, its internal, sophisticated energy core, control system, and life support devices simply cannot withstand the scorching heat of 100 million degrees Celsius and the repeated devastation of violent shock waves. The N2 explosive bomb precisely hit this vital point.

At TPC's exclusive suburban testing site, staff in white uniforms were gathered around the control panel, busy organizing information on N2 detonation and preliminary experimental data.

Asuka quietly perused the auxiliary screen beside her, her gaze lingering on the familiar technical parameters, structural diagrams, and detonation principle explanations on the blueprint. Her expression was complex, her brows slightly furrowed, and a hint of melancholy lurked in her eyes. After a long silence, she sighed softly, "Sigh, the N2 detonation."

Her tone held an indescribable sense of melancholy, along with a barely perceptible evasiveness, as if this familiar weapon had stirred up memories she didn't want to touch.

Cui Ming was inspecting the safety arrangements of the experimental site. He examined the sturdiness of the isolation zone and the placement of the monitoring equipment one by one to ensure that there would be no safety issues in the subsequent explosion experiment.

Noticing Asuka's absent-minded appearance, he stopped and walked over, gently patting the back of her hand. The warmth of his fingertips seeped through the thin fabric of her clothes as he asked in a gentle tone, "What's wrong? You seem a bit off. Are you feeling unwell?"

His palm was warm to the touch, and it felt especially reassuring on the back of my hand. The concern in his tone was genuine.

Asuka was startled by the sudden touch, snapped back to her senses, her eyes darting away as she instinctively avoided Choi Myung's gaze. She quickly shook her head, saying, "No, it's nothing, I'm fine, it's just..."

She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but swallowed the words back, as if she had some unspeakable secret. In the end, she only let out a longer sigh, her shoulders slumped slightly, and she said in a low voice, "To be honest, I don't want to go back to our world."

When she said those words, it was as if she had unloaded a heavy burden, or as if she had fallen into a deeper entanglement, her eyes filled with confusion.

"If you don't want to go back, then don't go back. If you're comfortable here, it's fine to stay." Cui Ming didn't ask too many questions, but simply followed her words and said softly, with an unyielding and tolerant tone, "If you really miss home one day and want to go back and visit, then go back and visit. There's no need to put yourself under too much pressure."

For him, everyone has their own choices and unspeakable difficulties, and forcibly questioning them will only embarrass them; it's better to give them enough space.

“That’s true. Sigh.” Asuka nodded gently, agreeing with Choi’s statement, but the worry on her face didn’t dissipate much. Instead, it seemed that her words had deepened her sorrow.

Whenever she talks about her own world and thinks of that empty home, she feels an indescribable sense of guilt—she really feels sorry for her mother.

Sigh. When she first transmigrated and met Cui Ming, she was in the most helpless and fearful state.

Cui Ming not only saved her, but also took care of her in every way. He was strong and reliable, and had a calm and reassuring aura about him.

At that time, she secretly made up her mind to have Cui Ming become her father, so that she could have a complete and stable family with her mother and never have to live in fear again.

But as she spent more time with him, she gradually realized that Cui Ming, who looked mature and steady, was actually much younger than she had imagined, and could not possibly have a "daughter" as old as her.

At that moment, she knew that her unrealistic ideas had completely failed, and that she was destined to let her mother down.

And then, as expected, I felt bad for my mother.

Not only did she fail to find a suitable person to fill the void in her home and provide her mother with a stable life, she also ended up in this unfamiliar Ultraman world by mistake, leaving her mother all alone in her original world.

Um... I'm sorry, Mom. Choi is really great. Keep up the good work in the EDF world!

Every time Asuka thought about this, she couldn't help but sigh, and her guilt grew even stronger.

She has always considered herself a filial child, having listened to her mother since childhood and never thought of abandoning her or causing her mother to worry.

So I silently made up my mind that if I could find my way back in the future, I would rush back to find my mother as soon as possible. I would definitely leave some soup for her. No, I would cook her her favorite meal myself, and share with her all the fun and delicious things I had encountered in this world, making up for all the time I had missed with her.

I also need to apologize to my mother properly and explain everything to her.

Sigh. I hope Mom can forgive me, and I hope Mom will be safe and sound these days.

At worst, I can just share Cui with my mom later.
Cui Ming had no idea about Asuka's complicated thoughts; his attention had already returned to the N2 bomb explosion experiment.

Not long after, a deafening, muffled bang came from the experimental area in the distance, followed by a huge mushroom cloud that shot into the sky, carrying billowing smoke and dust that spread in all directions.

On the monitoring instruments at the control console, various data points jumped wildly, clearly recording key information such as the power of the explosion, temperature, and the range of the shock wave.

He stared at the constantly refreshing parameters on the screen, carefully checked them several times, nodded slightly, his tense brows relaxed a little, and said with some relief, "It's alright, this thing is quite stable, all the data meet expectations, at least it's safer than the Saturn Z bomb we've dealt with before."

It's important to know that while the Saturn Z bomb we've dealt with before was quite powerful and capable of causing devastating damage to large targets, it was extremely unstable and had very strict requirements for storage environment and detonation conditions. The slightest carelessness could lead to uncontrollable accidents, so we never dared to use it lightly, and its use was very restrictive.

In contrast, the N2 explosive mine not only has guaranteed power, but also a much higher safety threshold. It is relatively convenient to store and transport, and the risks of mass production and actual combat application are much smaller, making it fully capable of being deployed to the troops on a large scale.

Cui Ming couldn't help but sigh inwardly: Putting aside the humanoids in the Ultraman world, they are truly amazing when it comes to doing these incredible and ruthless things.

From high-tech fighter jets capable of directly confronting monsters to special weapons with astonishing power like the N2 bomb, and various monitoring and defense facilities, they always manage to come up with something that can turn the tide in each crisis.

This unwavering creativity in the face of adversity, along with the ability to act decisively, is truly admirable. No wonder Earth has managed to survive so many waves of invasions from aliens and monsters.

The aftershocks of the N2 detonation experiment had not yet completely dissipated; the thick image of the rising mushroom cloud still lingered on the monitoring screen, and the lingering heat of the explosion seemed to still hang in the air. Yoshioka stood beside the control panel, his hands unconsciously clasped in front of him, his gaze fixed on the experimental area completely shrouded in thick black smoke on the screen. His eyes held a mixture of shock and solemnity, and his tone was filled with heartfelt感慨: "What a terrifying weapon."

After speaking, he paused for a moment, his gaze slowly moving down to scan the key data on the screen, such as the explosion's power and the range of the shockwave. He unconsciously tapped the edge of the control panel twice with his fingertips, then added, his tone filled with undisguised approval and relief: "This thing is useful! With it, we finally have more confidence in dealing with those aggressive aliens."

Standing beside him, Sawai nodded slightly, his gaze also fixed on the monitor screen, and agreed wholeheartedly, saying, "It is quite terrifying. This level of destructive power could easily lead to disaster if we are not careful. But in the current situation, this is the necessary force."

As a core member of TPC's senior management, Sawai knew better than anyone that the N2 explosive mine, a weapon capable of instantly destroying large targets, should not exist in a world that strives for peace. Its terrifying destructive power, if uncontrolled, would not only cause massive casualties but could also inflict irreversible damage on the Earth's ecosystem, with unimaginable consequences.

But now, humanity has no other choice. In the dark forest of the universe, threats are everywhere, and Earth is like a lone boat, always at risk of being attacked by malicious forces.

Sawai's brows furrowed, a flicker of resentment towards the cosmic invaders flashing in his eyes. His tone held an unspoken helplessness and resolve: "There are just too many disgusting aliens in this universe. These guys are always trying to invade Earth and enslave humanity, using ruthless and reckless methods. To protect our home, to ensure humanity's continued survival, this is the only way to deal with these invaders."

Over the years, Earth has suffered relentless alien invasions. From extraterrestrials attempting to alter the Earth's environment to monstrous minions that revel in destruction, each invasion has left cities devastated and innocent lives lost. To survive, humanity has been forced to fight back in dire straits, constantly developing increasingly powerful weapons to combat force with force. This is a desperate measure, a desperate counterattack after being cornered, and an essential path to protect our home.

"Hey"

A long sigh escaped Sawai's lips, heavy with sorrow. He slowly turned his gaze to Cui Ming, who was intently checking experimental data not far away. Looking at the tall, focused figure, a complex pity flickered in his eyes, and he murmured, "I know, Cui Ming is actually a peace-loving person. What a pity."

He recalled Cui Ming's performance since joining TPC. Although decisive and incredibly powerful, he never hesitated to fight vicious monsters and aliens, always stepping forward in the most dangerous moments. However, he had never initiated any conflict. Every action he took was motivated by a desire to protect the peace of Earth and the survival of humanity. In his spare time, Cui Ming never mentioned weapons development. Instead, he would occasionally gaze at the peaceful city nightscape, lost in thought. The tranquility in his eyes was something no war-loving person could possess.

"Now it's been forcibly turned into this by later generations."

Sawai's voice lowered, filled with deep regret. He knew that Cui Ming's almost obsessive focus on weapons development and his decisive ruthlessness in the face of threats were not innate.

It was through repeatedly facing the brutal invasions of monsters and aliens, witnessing his comrades fall in battle; it was through repeatedly witnessing his prosperous homeland destroyed into ruins, watching innocent people displaced by disasters; it was these unforgettable painful experiences that gradually wore down his original gentleness, forcing this person who should have loved peace into the fully armed and ever-vigilant "warrior" he is today.

Yoshioka followed Sawai's gaze to Cui Ming, watching him carefully check the data as his fingertips slid back and forth on the control panel, and nodded silently.

He fully understood the regret in Sawai's words, and even more so the weight behind that regret—in this perilous universe, peace never comes from nothing. The desire for peace often requires the strongest military force to protect it; and those who take the initiative to shoulder the responsibility of protection often endure the most trials and changes, hiding their gentleness beneath a hard armor.

Why.
Old Cui is just too kind-hearted.
Really.
Saying
I heard that Old Cui's original world was preparing some kind of seed project. That's a good plan!
After all, it's a necessary form of insurance.
Yoshioka thought about this and felt...
How about giving Lao Cui some extra small tasks?
Anyway, Lao Cui probably won't mind. It's just his family's side.
Um.
It's all for the world, isn't it?
Oh, once I thought about it that way, I suddenly realized there was no problem!
Old Cui will understand! He absolutely will! (End of Chapter)