Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

The aftershocks of the incredibly powerful and temperature-differential light gradually dissipated, leaving only a pervasive cloud of spaceship wreckage in the universe.

Cui Ming, transformed into a silver-black streak of light, steadily flew into the cockpit of Flying Sky One, deactivated his transformation and returned to human form, and sent a signal to the escape spaceship piloted by Tyrannosaurus Rex for synchronized return.

Soon, Tyrannosaurus Rex maneuvered the escape spaceship to adjust its attitude and headed towards Earth alongside Flying Sky One, the two blue engine flames drawing clear trails in the deep universe.

"Flying Sky One, is this the escape ship?" Tyrannosaurus Rex's voice transmitted through the encrypted communication channel to the cockpit of Flying Sky One. After being processed by the ship's system, it was clear and stable.

At this moment, it no longer had the previous excitement and ferocity; its tone was more tired, and there was also a hint of relaxation after being relieved of a heavy burden.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Cui Ming tapped the control panel lightly with his fingertips and replied, "Received, everything is normal."

Kaina stretched and yawned, the excitement of the fight fading away. She leaned back in her chair and listened to the conversation between the two without interrupting.

There was a few seconds of silence on the communication channel, then the Tyrannosaurus Rex's voice came through: "I really thank you for escaping this time. You humans are completely different from those Naga."

It paused, as if organizing its thoughts, and slowly began to recount the past of its race, "You may find it hard to imagine, but the intelligence of our dinosaur race did not suddenly evolve. From the first generation that was abducted by the Naga, each generation has been silently enduring and quietly accumulating wisdom."

“At first, we were just like the Naga people thought, driven by pure wild instincts, with only survival and hunting in our eyes. But ever since we were forcibly taken away by the Naga people, we have fallen into hell. The pain caused by their imprisonment and control is unbearable for any living being.”

“They will brutally extract our genetic samples and carry out all sorts of crazy modifications in the laboratory to cultivate irrational war tools; they will use our fellow humans as test subjects to test newly developed energy weapons and watch them die in agony; they will also treat us as disposable consumables, and once we lose our value, they will destroy us directly without giving us even a chance to breathe.”

Tyrannosaurus Rex's voice was filled with bitterness, as if those painful scenes were right before his eyes. "Later, an ancestor who survived finally discovered, after countless struggles on the edge of life and death, that the more foolish one acted and the more obedient one was to them, the longer one could live and even come into contact with more things about the Naga—such as their language, their simple operating procedures, and their conversations."

It paused, seemingly to calm itself, and continued, "So from that time on, 'playing dumb' became a survival rule passed down through generations of our race. Each generation would carefully pass on the knowledge they had observed and the skills they had secretly learned through the low-frequency sound and information transmission methods unique to our dinosaur group to the next generation. We were like travelers groping in the dark, accumulating glimmers of light little by little, hoping that one day we could use these accumulated strengths to escape the fate of being controlled."

“We watched the Naga research technology and expand their power, watched them use our own kind to build monster armies. The anger in our hearts never died down, but we could only endure it. Because back then, we had no power to resist, and any slight movement would bring annihilation.” It sighed softly, the sound of the spaceship's engines standing out clearly in the background. “Generation after generation, our intelligence slowly evolved in this forbearance, from simply imitating, to understanding complex technological principles, and now to skillfully operating spaceships and cracking their systems. Every step has been incredibly difficult.”

"Now we finally have a chance." Tyrannosaurus Rex's voice suddenly rose a few decibels, filled with excitement suppressed for many years. "When I met you, when I saw you tear apart those Naga ships and defeat their monsters, I knew that the opportunity we had been waiting for had arrived. All these years of forbearance have finally paid off, and we can finally break free from our manipulated fate."

At this point, its voice lowered again, filled with unspeakable grievance: "It's not that we didn't try, it's just that our previous situation was too desperate... The Naga were too strong, and we were imprisoned in the spaceship, without even a chance to contact the outside world. Every time one of our kind tried to resist, they were cruelly eliminated, and it would even implicate the entire race."

Silence fell over the communication channel again, with only the roar of the two spaceship engines mingling together.

After a long while, the Tyrannosaurus Rex spoke again, its tone calm and tinged with relief: "Never mind... I won't say anymore, it's all too painful to talk about. It's all in the past now, and we can finally live freely. Will you accept us on Earth?"

Looking at the distant outline of Earth outside the porthole, Cui Ming replied in a deep voice, "Yes. You are the victims of oppression, and also our allies who helped us obtain the Naga secrets. Earth will give you a safe haven."

The heavy breathing of the Tyrannosaurus Rex came through the communication channel, followed by a barely audible "thank you".

The two spaceships continued to sail side by side, heading towards that blue planet that symbolized hope. The winds of space seemed to carry a breath of freedom.

The relaxed atmosphere brought about by the relief in the communication channel did not last long, as Tyrannosaurus Rex's voice came through the encrypted channel again.

This time, his tone was less tired than before, and more solemn and serious. If you listened carefully, you could also catch a trace of unease and restraint: "Storm One, there is something I want to make clear to you. This is not just my idea, but a consensus reached by our entire dinosaur group after countless secret communications - we hope to receive protection from humans."

It paused, as if organizing its thoughts or trying to bolster its own courage, before continuing after a few seconds: "That's right, we do need human protection. You might think that with our massive size and formidable physical strength, it's inappropriate for us dinosaurs to so bluntly ask for protection, or even that it's beneath us. But you have no idea how passive and difficult our survival situation on Earth is."

Before we were forcibly abducted and imprisoned by the Naga, during the many years we thrived on Earth, we were never at the top of the food chain. Instead, we were often prey for those more powerful and ferocious primal monsters, completely at their mercy. (End of Chapter)