Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Inside the storage room, Sextant's roar grew hoarse. In his despair, only endless resentment and complaints remained. With his last ounce of strength, he roared at the door (or perhaps it was the obsession in his heart): "You! You fucking want me dead, just say so!"

"."

In a remote NERV secret base, Kiro sat in front of the screen, listening to Sextant's mournful and venomous complaints through his headphones. His expression froze instantly, and the air became awkward.

When he heard Sextant's complaints, Kiro felt quite awkward—looking at Sextant's miserable state on the screen, hanging like a sausage and covered in wounds, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

This incident has indeed caused Sextant a lot of trouble.

He had originally arranged for an agent from the S Agency to meet Sextant and bring him back safely. But who could have imagined that the agent sent would not only fail to complete the mission, but also, due to his own bizarre hobbies, break Sextant and torture him in every way, plunging Sextant into such a desperate situation.

Forehead.
Kiru gently rubbed his forehead, his face showing embarrassment mixed with helplessness. He muttered to himself, "I told him to shave his beard a long time ago, but he wouldn't listen. If he had listened and shaved his beard, the agent might not have... wouldn't have tortured him like that. In the end, it's because he wouldn't listen to advice."

Despite his complaints, Kiro knew in his heart that it was indeed his poor planning that led to Sextant's current predicament. Faced with Sextant's complaints, he didn't even have the confidence to refute them. He could only let the embarrassment spread and silently watch Sextant's miserable state on the screen, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Inside the storage room, Sextant's roar gradually turned into sobs, his physical pain and inner grievances intertwined, almost crushing him. Just then, Kiro's slightly stiff voice came through the earpiece, trying to soothe him: "Alright, Sextant, what we need to do now is to resolve this."

"How the hell am I supposed to solve this?!"

Sextant erupted instantly, his voice hoarse and shrill, filled with endless collapse and despair, roaring in protest: "I've just been diagnosed! I have a laceration! And I'm incontinent!!!! I'm sobbing!!!!"

Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer and burst into tears like a child who had suffered a great injustice—he had never been so miserable before, not only being tormented by Spike and the Kiras brothers, but also betrayed by his own people, leaving him in such a miserable state.

I was betrayed!

It was betrayed by one of his own! The agents sent to pick him up not only failed to save him, but tortured him even more. The pain of this betrayal was even more excruciating than the physical pain.

"."

Upon hearing Sextant's cries and accusations on the other end of the earpiece, Kiru fell silent instantly, his embarrassment deepening, and even his breathing became cautious. He knew in his heart that they had indeed put Sextant in a very difficult position, whether it was the negative luck buff or sending an agent with peculiar interests, every step had plunged Sextant into an even deeper predicament.

After a long silence, Kiru finally spoke slowly, his tone tinged with guilt and reassurance: "It's alright, we'll send someone else to rescue you."

"Don't send any strange people!"

Sextant immediately stopped crying, his voice filled with pleading and wariness, almost roaring as he uttered these words—he could no longer bear any more "accidents," and if another strange person came, he would probably really perish here.

"Don't worry! He's definitely a normal person!" Kiro quickly assured him, his tone firm. He secretly resolved to carefully select agents this time, absolutely not sending any more with unusual hobbies. No matter what, he had to rescue Sextant safely and try his best to make up for his previous mistakes. On the other end of the earpiece, Sextant, upon hearing these words, felt a faint glimmer of hope in his eyes, but he was still filled with anxiety, fearing he would be tricked again.

The sextant, hanging from the roof beam, clutched its earphones tightly, its eyes filled with trepidation and anticipation, silently repeating to itself: "It has to be a normal person, it has to be a normal person, don't mess with me again."

Soon, the rescue team that Kilu had mentioned was dispatched again. The sound of footsteps grew louder as they approached and stopped at the door of the storage room. Sextant's heart raced instantly, filled with both tension and anticipation, thinking that he could finally escape this torment.

But
The door was gently pushed open, and several people dressed in black coats walked in, their faces bearing strange yet fanatical smiles. They walked up to Sextans, bowed slightly, and said in a respectful yet odd tone, "Hello, Mr. Sextans, we are your fans."

"?!?!"

Sextant froze instantly, his expectant expression freezing in his eyes, replaced by confusion and unease—fans? When did he get fans? And fans at this time and in this place?

Wait a minute! What the hell do you mean you're my fans?!

Sextant roared wildly in his heart, an ominous premonition instantly sweeping through his body. He subconsciously tried to struggle, but he was bound tightly by the rope and could not even move.

Then he saw the group of people exchange a knowing smile and take out a bunch of strange and wonderful gadgets from their bags, which were very similar to the items in the hands of the S Agency agent earlier.

“You’re really famous in our circle!” one of them said with a laugh, his enthusiasm growing more pronounced as he stared intently at the sextant, making the man’s skin crawl.

"?!?!?"

Sextant was completely dumbfounded, his face filled with disbelief—how could a high-ranking NERV executive like himself become famous in such a strange circle? This was utterly illogical! He vaguely realized that he seemed to have been tricked again.

"Let's get started! We'll treat you to the best!"

As they spoke, the group of people took out small props and slowly approached the sextant, their smiles growing increasingly eerie.

"save!!!!"

Sextant instantly collapsed, screaming for help with all its might, its voice filled with despair and fear. It finally understood that what Keelu called a "normal person" was actually a "strange person" in another sense.

Before he could finish speaking, one of the men gagged him with a cloth, preventing him from making a sound. He could only watch helplessly as the props drew closer and closer, his despair more intense than ever before.

Upon hearing Sextant's brief cry for help, Kiro on the other end of the earpiece fell silent instantly, his embarrassment turning into utter helplessness—he never expected that the "normal person" he had sent this time would be Sextant's "die-hard fan." It seemed Sextant was in for another ordeal. (End of Chapter)