Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Despite the excruciating pain in his legs and the trembling in his heart, Rokubungi Gendo roared madly into the empty corridor, his voice filled with anger and fear, trying to dispel the eerie voice: "Come out! Coward!!! Come out!"

His roar had barely subsided when that chilling laughter rang out again, tinged with mockery and sarcasm, echoing in his ears: "Hahahaha! I am the darkness within you! I am your..."
"Come out!!!" Before the other party could finish speaking, Rokubun Gigendo roared and interrupted again. He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his palms. Cold sweat kept sliding down his cheeks, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

Sextant's biggest fear now is hearing sounds behind him! Those eerie sounds that are invisible and intangible, yet constantly lingering in his ears, are more terrifying than any monster or enemy. They are genuinely frightening, and every time they sound, they instantly make him tense up and recall those unpleasant memories.

Of course, the most terrifying thing was that the sound always came from behind. For Sextant, this kind of unknown threat from behind was extremely frightening, especially after what had happened before. He had developed an extreme psychological trauma from any movement behind him.

After all, he had just been ambushed twice by the Black Mist of the Special Forces, and the pain and humiliation of being caught off guard were still clearly etched in his mind.

No! Now that all four blessings have arrived, Sextans' despair intensifies. He subconsciously recalls the past and realizes with a start that this is not the first time he has been tormented by the threat behind him.

After all, he was ambushed right at the beginning! And it was an attack from behind when he was completely unprepared! That time, the other party appeared behind him silently and delivered a fatal blow. It was a real backstab, a genuine backstab, which caused him a lot of suffering and left him with an indelible fear.

It was actually that time I was picked up by someone after I was drunk.
In short, those experiences of being ambushed from behind were all terrifying memories, and every time he recalled them, they sent chills down his spine.

Adding to the two previous attacks by Dark Zagi's black mist, this is the fourth time! All four times the threat came from behind, and all four times it left him in a sorry state and in great pain.

The fourth time!!! Sextant roared inwardly, filled with anger, but also with a deep-seated fear and helplessness. He really didn't know how much longer this torment would last.

Finally, in a state of extreme panic and agitation, Rokubungi Gendo found the source of the eerie voice—the voice that had been lingering in his ears and making him uneasy.

He groped his way in the direction of the sound, looked down to check, and his face instantly turned ashen. He was filled with utter despair and speechlessness: Damn it, it was on his butt!
He staggered to the restroom at the end of the corridor, leaned against the wall, and struggled to look in the mirror, his eyes fixed on his own backside. His voice was filled with anger and disbelief as he roared at the voice, "Who are you?!"

The chilling voice rang out again, tinged with impatience yet feigning mystery: "I told you, I am the darkness within you."

"Darkness?!" Rokubungi Gendo trembled with rage, pointing at his own buttocks, his voice filled with madness, "Then why the hell are you in a normal position?! You're like a hemorrhoid now! Painful and annoying, and you're hiding in this wretched place!"

Dark Zagi was momentarily speechless after being rebuked, then his temper flared, and his tone became irritable: "Nonsense! Isn't it all because of you? Your darkness has become so overwhelming that it's showing behind me. I can only find a place to take root. Do you think I can just float in the air?"

"." Rokubungi Gendo fell silent instantly, his anger gradually replaced by helplessness. For a moment, he didn't know how to refute it. Dark Zagi's words seemed to make some sense, but the thought of the other party hiding on his butt made him feel uncomfortable, both angry and annoyed.

Actually, Dark Zagi was also quite devastated at this moment. He was hiding on Sextant's butt, feeling wronged and helpless.

Damn it. He never imagined that his last trump card, which he had fought so hard to keep, would end up in such an awkward situation.

If you hadn't turned around, none of this would have happened! If Sextant hadn't kept turning around, he wouldn't have accidentally wandered into this weird spot, and he wouldn't have been treated like a hemorrhoid. Just thinking about it makes me feel so frustrated.

Damn it! His last resort was so unlucky. Not only did he fail to find a powerful host to lie low in, but he was also trapped in this wretched place and even disliked by the host. Dark Zagi's anger and helplessness were intertwined, yet he was powerless to do anything about it.

Rokubungi Gendo, regaining his composure and suppressing his discomfort and anger, shouted at the dark Zagi on his buttocks, "Get out of my body! Now! Immediately!"

"No, you have no choice now." Dark Zagi's tone instantly turned cold and forceful, a calculating smile curling at the corner of his mouth—now that he had taken root, he would not leave easily, and Sextant's body would become his only bargaining chip for a comeback.

"You! What are you going to do?!" Rokubungi Gendo's heart tightened, and a strong sense of foreboding instantly swept through his body. He could feel the power of Dark Zagi slowly eroding his body, and the fear of not being able to control himself made him feel cold all over.

"Hahahaha!!!!"

Dark Zagi's laughter grew increasingly rampant and shrill, carrying a triumphant mockery as it echoed through the empty corridor. The instant the laughter subsided, something terrible happened without warning—a powerful wave of dizziness swept over Rokubun Gigendo's entire body. It felt as if something inside him was being forcibly twisted and swapped, the force so great that he lost control and staggered to the ground.

Rokubungi Gendo struggled to sit up, feeling utterly out of place, the strange sensation more intense than ever before. He instinctively reached for his head, only to find the texture terrifyingly unfamiliar, no longer the shape he knew. He looked down at his body, instantly freezing in place, his mind blank—he realized he was completely upside down!

In other words, the current situation has become incredibly absurd: Rokubungi Gendo, the original owner of this body, has been squeezed into the place where Dark Zagi originally stayed—the place he always complained about being like a hemorrhoid, has become the "hemorrhoid" attached to his buttocks; and Dark Zagi, the being that was originally hiding on his buttocks and was likened to a hemorrhoid by him, has taken over his head and become the master of this body.

With control of his body completely transferred, Sextant could clearly feel his consciousness confined to a small space, passively experiencing his body being controlled by another person. The powerlessness and absurdity of that feeling caused him to collapse instantly. He wanted to scream, to resist, but he couldn't make a sound. He could only let Dark Zagi control his body, feeling the ultimate humiliation and fear.

Dark Zagi, now possessing Sextant's body, wiggled his fingers, feeling the body's temperature and power. A smug yet eerie smile crept across his lips. Using Sextant's voice, he spoke to Sextant, who was trapped on his buttocks, "How about it? Now, it's your turn to taste this, isn't it?" (End of Chapter)