Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

When Dark Zagi, dragging its weakened spirit, finally found the Sextant's location, it fell silent instantly—the scene before it caught even this creature, accustomed to cruelty, somewhat off guard.

"Hmph hmph hmph ahh ...

A series of piercing and desperate screams echoed continuously from the abandoned storage room. It was obvious that the source of the screams was Sextant. At this moment, he was suffering unimaginable and ultimate humiliation, utterly powerless to resist.

Dark Zagi's spirit hovered at the door of the storage room, silently observing the situation inside—Spike, Tom, and Jerry were nowhere to be seen, presumably having gone out to eat as Cui Ming had instructed. It was precisely because of this that Sextant had ended up in this predicament.

Originally, according to the plan, there should have been people from the S agency here to pick up Sextant and take him away from here to get out of his current predicament.

but!

Dark Zagi instantly recalled the anomaly he had noticed earlier—the world consciousness seemed to have given Sextans a buff with a negative luck value, meaning that no matter what Sextans did, he would encounter the most unlucky thing, and this time was no exception.

Therefore, the people from the S agency who came to the rescue this time must have some peculiar and even bizarre hobbies.

So now, Sextant is tightly bound with a thick hemp rope, his hands and feet are stretched straight, and he is hung high on the roof beam like a sausage. He is covered in wounds, his face is full of tears and despair, and even struggling seems powerless.

Before him stood the S agency member who had come to "rescue" him, playing with various oddly shaped gadgets in his hands, a strange smile on his lips, clearly preparing to let Sextant experience these "pleasures" one by one.

"Oh, honey, I have some durian here. Would you like to try some? It's really good stuff!"

The S agency member spoke in an ambiguous and eerie tone, picking up a durian as he slowly approached Sextant, his fanaticism sending chills down one's spine.

"?!?!?!? Help me!!!"

Sextant was terrified, his voice became hoarse, and he screamed for help frantically, his eyes filled with fear and pleading. He never expected that the people who came to his rescue would be even more terrifying than Spike and his crew.

The medical staff at the nearby hospital had actually heard the screams from this side long ago, and knew that the sextant was hanging in the storage room, but none of them dared to go over.

They really didn't dare to go.
Dark Zagi's spirit hovered at the doorway for a long time. Its original plans were disrupted by the absurd scene before it, leaving it only astonishment. It had originally intended to use the sextant, but now it seemed that the sextant itself might not even be able to protect itself.

Dark Zagi's spirit hovered at the doorway of the storeroom, watching Sextant, who was hanging like a sausage and screaming in agony. His original plan to use Sextant vanished instantly, replaced by an indescribable disgust.

Of course, if Dark Zagi were to possess Sextant now, it definitely wouldn't.
After all, this thing looked so pathetic and miserable right now, it had no dignity left, and was completely at the mercy of others.

Having witnessed this scene firsthand, it felt incredibly unsettling, like swallowing something unclean, leaving one feeling utterly uncomfortable. Dark Zagi wasn't so despicable as to possess such a thing; it couldn't bear the shame.

Let alone possessing it, even just glancing at the sextant would be superfluous for it—even if it were to completely dissipate and die, if other arcane beings knew that it had once possessed such a wretched and humiliated creature, wouldn't it be laughed at for the rest of its life?!
asshole!!!

Dark Zagi couldn't help but roar inwardly, feeling both disgust for Sextant and regret for its wasted efforts—how could it have imagined that the "pawn" it had chosen would be such a useless piece of trash?

Forget it
It waved the phantom formed by its spiritual body, its tone full of impatience and disdain, completely abandoning the idea of ​​using the sextant: "I'd rather not use this thing."
Even if Dark Zagi is weak and needs to borrow strength, it still has its bottom line. It can only possess things that are useful! At least they have some strength and backbone, and can help it.

But this sextant is not only weak, it also lives such a shameful life, being tortured without any power to fight back. It doesn't even look like a strong person, and it has completely disgraced the object it wanted to possess!

This sextant is so embarrassing!

Dark Zagi glanced one last time at Sextans, who was still screaming in agony, his disgust growing stronger. Without the slightest hesitation, he dragged his weakened spirit away, as if staying even a second longer would be an insult to it.

Meanwhile, on Sextant's side, the piercing screams continued unabated, echoing in every corner of the abandoned junkyard, filled with heart-wrenching despair.

"Hmph hmph hmph ahhhhhh!!! Ughhhhhhhh!!!!"

Sextant was hanging from the roof beam, his body convulsing, his face filled with pain and fear. Faced with the bizarre torture inflicted by the members of the S Agency, he could only scream madly, but he didn't even have the strength to resist. All that remained in his heart was endless despair.

Meanwhile, Spike, Tom, and Jerry had finished their meal and were leisurely walking back. Spike was picking his teeth as he walked, looking quite content. Tom followed beside him, occasionally licking his paws, while Jerry perched on Spike's shoulder, swinging his short legs with a satisfied expression.

As they approached the door of the storage room, the three of them (a dog, a cat, and a mouse) inadvertently caught a glimpse of the scene inside—the sextant was hanging like a sausage, and members of the S Agency were torturing it with various small tools, their faces contorted with fervor, their screams echoing throughout.

The next second, Jerry reacted with extreme decisiveness!
It suddenly jumped off Spike's shoulder, its short legs quickly running to the door of the storage room. With a "bang," it slammed the door shut, completely shutting out the screams and eerie scenes inside.

Jerry clapped his paws, looking completely nonchalant—Hey! We can just ignore it! Out of sight, out of mind. Anyway, the sextant's life or death is none of their business.

Spike and Tom exchanged a glance but did not object. Spike even nodded, as if agreeing with Jerry's actions, and continued picking his teeth, acting as if it were none of his business.

Sextant inside the door collapsed the moment it heard the door close. Its screams grew even more shrill, filled with endless resentment and pleading: "Beasts!!!! You bunch of beasts!!!! You damn well better save me!!!! Ughhhhhh!!!!"

But the Spike trio outside had already turned and walked away, completely ignoring his pleas for help. It was as if they hadn't seen or heard anything, and they continued walking slowly back, leaving Sextant inside, enduring endless torment. (End of Chapter)