Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

"Truly amazing," Mefilas murmured, gazing at the warriors in the dream battlefield—formed from resentment and fiercely protecting the area of ​​Cui Ming's energy fluctuations. His fingertips unconsciously rubbed his arm as he spoke, his voice still tinged with amazement and disbelief. The stench of resentment and dark energy swirling in the air above the battlefield did nothing to distract him from the bizarre yet powerful form of combat power before him.

"Amazing, isn't it?" A slightly light, even teasing voice suddenly came from the shadows beside him, breaking the brief silence at the edge of the battlefield. The voice pierced through the sounds of fighting and precisely entered Mefilas's ears.

"..." The Mefilas alien froze, abruptly turning his head to look at the source of the voice. When he saw the face of the person who looked exactly like his own, his expression instantly darkened, a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes, and an uncontrollable displeasure welled up in his heart, making even his breathing become heavier.

The newcomer was none other than another Mefilas alien—a fellow race who had a close relationship with Cui Ming and was even called "Old America" ​​by Cui Ming.

Of course, the fact that they were both Mefilas aliens, and even their appearances and auras were almost identical, wasn't the key reason he was annoyed. The most important thing was that this fellow human was wearing something on his wrist that drove him mad with envy and jealousy—a cool-looking, incredibly stable piece of exclusive equipment! And he had already found out that the equipment was a personal gift, crafted and given to him by Cui Ming himself!

What frustrated him even more was that this guy acted like a child who had just gotten a new toy, always showing off his equipment to him for no reason. They were all aliens from the same planet, with similar abilities and talents. He had secretly congratulated himself on his foresight in joining the ranks of the renowned Emperor Empera, thinking that following the emperor would grant him endless resources and top-tier equipment, allowing him to roam freely throughout the universe. But now… he didn't even have a decent custom weapon, let alone any exclusive equipment.

Before he could calm the jealousy and resentment surging in his heart, the other person had already deliberately taken two steps forward, slightly twisting his wrist so that the equipment with its cold, eerie blue light drew a bright arc at the edge of the dim battlefield. He raised an eyebrow at him, his tone almost overflowing with smugness: "Why don't you have good equipment yet?"

"Are you sick?" The veins on the forehead of Mefilas under Ampera jumped instantly. His teeth clenched as he almost squeezed out these words from between his teeth. His eyes were full of anger. If he hadn't been concerned about the fierce battle beside him, he would have really wanted to beat up the kinsman in front of him who deserved a beating.

“I have equipment.” The Mefilas that Cui Ming knew completely ignored his anger and said calmly. As he spoke, he deliberately raised his wrist to make the patterns on the surface of the equipment clearer and the blue light brighter. His “come and envy me” look was extremely annoying.

"Couldn't you have said something different?!" The former was completely stung by those words, his voice instantly rising eight octaves, filled with suppressed despair and rage. His energy even began to fluctuate slightly, clearly indicating he was furious. Those words were like a precise hammer, each one striking hard at his inferiority complex and frustration at not having his own special equipment.

"A gift from Storm One." The Mefilas that Cui Ming knew completely ignored his impending outburst of anger, instead emphasizing the words "Storm One" and "gifted to me," his voice filled with undisguised pride and smugness, as if receiving equipment from Cui Ming was the most glorious thing in the universe.

"Hiss—! Are you fucking crazy?!" Mefilas on Ambella's side completely broke down, practically going insane with rage. His anger erupted like a volcano, his energy completely chaotic, with tiny sparks even escaping from his body. He stared intently at the equipment on his opponent's wrist, his eyes filled with jealousy, fury, and a profound sense of powerlessness. "Isn't my equipment awesome?"

"Damn it! You bastard! So what if you have good gear?! I'm not envious! Really! Not at all. Yeah, right!!! I'm green with envy!!! You bastard!!!"

Mefilas, under Emperor Empera's command, could no longer hold back. It completely abandoned all pretense and roared hysterically at another Mefilas. The chaotic energy around it became even more violent due to this extreme emotional fluctuation, and the scattered energy sparks flickered continuously at the edge of the dim battlefield, making its distorted expression even clearer.

It had to admit that it was indeed envious, and envious to the core. Its previous stubbornness and anger were merely attempts to mask this deep-seated jealousy.

After all, that equipment was truly amazing! Not only was the design cool, but the energy response was also so stable. It was clearly a top-tier, custom-made item, something it had never even come close to after following Emperor for so long. "Damn it!!!" it couldn't help but add another curse, both for the clan member who kept showing off and for its own bad luck in not getting such a good thing.

Of course, it also knew that the equipment that made it so envious was never something that could be obtained casually—it was a gift from Cui Ming to another Mefilas, a unique proof of their bond.

More than the cool, exclusive equipment, Mefilas on Empera's side was envious of the genuine friendship that Cui Ming had for his kin. Equipment, no matter how powerful, was ultimately just an external thing; the recognition of being treated as a partner by a strong person, and being given exclusive gifts, was something Mefilas had never experienced in all the time he'd been with Empera.

Ampera treated it with the absolute desire for control of a monarch over a subordinate from beginning to end, resorting to naked exploitation and domination—aside from issuing cold orders and assigning tedious tasks, there was never a shred of genuine warmth, let alone any initiative to address its needs or show it equal respect. But Cui Ming's attitude towards the other Mefilas was completely different; that equality and trust were undisguised, stemming from a genuine regard for the other as a partner on the same path, not a tool to be manipulated at will.

This stark contrast in treatment, like an extremely thin steel needle, silently pierced the softest part of its heart, adding an unspeakable sense of loneliness and melancholy to its already surging jealousy. It couldn't help but secretly wonder when it would ever receive such a bond of recognition and appreciation. (End of Chapter)