Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Inside the confinement chamber, the original Tyrannosaurus Rex, serving as the cloning template, lay dormant, its limbs still tightly bound by heavy energy chains. Suddenly, a series of increasingly loud noises echoed from the chamber walls—the piercing sound of metal twisting, the monstrous roar of a monster, and the cracking of bones breaking, each sound carrying a sense of cataclysmic destruction, reverberating throughout the spaceship.

The Tyrannosaurus Rex's golden pupils narrowed slightly, its massive head slowly rising, the scales around its ears trembling as it carefully discerned the familiar rhythm of destruction. Someone was coming… and this overwhelming, powerful aura was unmistakable. It was Storm One! It murmured the name firmly in its heart; the rumors it had overheard from the Naga's casual conversation had now materialized into real activity, steadily approaching.

"boom!!!!"

A deafening roar erupted outside the holding chamber, tearing the heavy alloy door apart like paper, sending fragments flying everywhere. Immediately afterward, a silver-black figure stepped through the dust and smoke—Nexus, his body covered in scars. Sunlight streamed through the gaping hole in the door, illuminating his silver-black armor with a cold, hard sheen. Stains of undried green blood clung to his body, and an aura of suffocating oppression emanated from him.

The Tyrannosaurus Rex stared intently at Nexus as it entered, its massive body tensing instinctively, its eyes filled with disbelief and a hint of barely concealed fear. It gazed longingly at this legendary figure, its heart pounding wildly in its chest, its limbs trembling uncontrollably, and it nearly urinated.

Holy crap! Only by facing Nexus head-on can one truly understand how terrifying he is! The rumors I heard from the Naga are nothing compared to what I've witnessed firsthand. It's a chilling aura that emanates from his very bones, an iron-blooded presence forged through countless battles. Just his mere presence is enough to instill despair in any creature.

Nexus stopped, its cold gaze falling on the Tyrannosaurus Rex. It remained silent, simply observing it. The Tyrannosaurus Rex took a deep breath, suppressing its fear, and looked at Nexus before it slowly spoke—its vocal cords, evolved over the years, could now produce clear human language, no longer just simple roars. After all, years of enduring and surviving under the Naga's control had long since allowed them to evolve physical functions adapted to intelligence.

“Um… I’m not an enemy…” The Tyrannosaurus Rex’s voice trembled slightly, but it was clear enough. It looked at Nexus cautiously, afraid that its movements would anger this god of death.

Nexus watched it silently for a few seconds, then slowly nodded in response. Immediately afterward, he raised his right hand, a soft yet highly penetrating beam of light gathering at his fingertips. With a gentle wave of his hand, the beam precisely struck the energy chains binding the Tyrannosaurus Rex. "Zzzzt—" The energy chains instantly shattered, dissipating into specks of light that vanished into the air.

The Tyrannosaurus Rex, freed from its restraints, let out a long sigh of relief. Its massive body stretched, and the bones of its limbs cracked as it moved, releasing its long-suppressed power. It didn't leave immediately, but turned and strode heavily to a control panel in the corner of the holding chamber. Then, with its seemingly clumsy little hands, it skillfully placed them on the control panel and began typing rapidly.

Nexus remained standing still, his silver-black figure as composed as a sculpture. He didn't approach to disturb them, but simply watched the Tyrannosaurus Rex's movements with his icy, sharp eyes. His gaze showed no surprise or turmoil, maintaining his usual calm and indifference. It was as if the fact that the Tyrannosaurus Rex could operate the control panel with its short arms was already within his expectations.

The Tyrannosaurus Rex keenly sensed the undisguised gaze behind it. This gaze wasn't oppressive, yet it made it dare not relax its guard in the slightest. Its already rapid typing speed increased even further, its short hands nimbly leaping across the control panel, its fingertips precisely landing on each key, even producing a soft "tap-tap" sound. While intently typing, it hurriedly explained, its tone filled with a desperate urgency to prove its worth: "I'm recording the coordinates of all the Naga's other outposts scattered throughout the universe, as well as their hidden signal beacons, compiling them into a complete list with priorities."

With this list, you can directly follow the coordinates to find them and precisely strike their lair, saving you a lot of time searching the universe and greatly improving efficiency.

Surprisingly, despite its seemingly clumsy short arms, the Tyrannosaurus Rex typed at an astonishing speed. The cursor on the control panel moved rapidly, recording line after line of data. Its movements were skillful and precise, clearly indicating that this wasn't its first time using the device.

“Our dinosaur race has evolved over so many years, our intelligence is more than enough to handle these complex operations,” Tyrannosaurus Rex explained as he typed, his tone tinged with helplessness. “But we can’t let the Naga see through us. We have to pretend we’re just mindless beasts, otherwise we would have been completely wiped out long ago, and wouldn’t even be of any value as cloning templates…”

Nexus listened and nodded slowly again. He understood this situation of enduring hardship to survive. In order to live, one had to hide one's strength and wisdom, a helpless choice for all the oppressed. Ultimately, this was the situation—the dinosaur people and the dinosaurs, in order to survive under the control of the Naga, had to collectively play the role of "fools" and silently accumulate power.

"Rest assured, in addition to the coordinates and beacons, I am also simultaneously integrating all the technology tree data on the Naga ship, including their weapon systems, energy cores, and genetic modification technologies." Tyrannosaurus Rex's tone became firm. "However, this data is quite extensive, and it will take some time to fully organize it."

Nexus nodded again, a hint of barely perceptible approval in his eyes. Technology was a powerful force. It seemed the dinosaurs hadn't been passively enduring all these years; they'd been secretly learning and mastering the Naga's technology, waiting for their chance to strike back.

The fingertips of the small, short hand tapped the cool control panel one last time with precision, producing a crisp "tap" sound.

The next second, the holographic screen on the control panel suddenly lit up, its eerie blue light illuminating the massive head of the Tyrannosaurus Rex. Two core documents were clearly displayed on the screen—one a list densely packed with red coordinates and beacon parameters, each coordinate accompanied by a brief annotation of the outpost level and defense configuration; the other was an extremely detailed spaceship technology tree data package, encompassing everything from basic energy systems to the core principles of advanced genetic modification technology. (End of Chapter)