Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

"Damn it!!!! That madman!"

Kirucha, clutching his still aching back, trembled with rage, his face practically contorted with fury. He had long known that Choi Myung and his group were arrogant, but he never imagined they would be this arrogant!
This is absolutely outrageous!!!
You've already stormed up to the gates of our S Agency's factory and stormed right in?!

No way! Our S Agency is a powerful force in a region, don't we have any dignity?! Bastards!!!

Before the angry roar could be swallowed, when these veterans of the S Agency saw Saeko Busujima and Choi Myung's infuriatingly efficient killing speed through the surveillance footage, all their anger was instantly frozen, leaving only a deep-seated fear.

They couldn't bear to look and turned their faces away. Some even covered their eyes, their fingertips trembling.

That was terrifying! That swift and decisive skill, that merciless killing intent—every strike aimed straight for the vitals, without the slightest hesitation. Was this even human? He was clearly a grim reaper crawling out of hell!

Meanwhile, Dark Zagi, who was controlling Sextant's body and secretly observing the situation, was completely stunned. His tone was full of surprise and confusion: "Wait, this ruthless madman, don't you humans think there's anything wrong with him? You just let him run rampant like this?"

Hearing Dark Zagi's nonchalant remarks, Sextant instantly exploded, his voice filled with long-suppressed anger and grievance: "What do you think?! Those idiots are just pretending! They know Cui Ming's personality perfectly well, but they all turn a blind eye!"

"Then why don't you expose him! Expose what he's done, surely someone can deal with him?" Dark Zagi was silent for a few seconds, his tone tinged with confusion. In his view, exposing the other party's evil deeds was better than swallowing his anger like this.

"What's the point of exposing him?!" Sextant's voice suddenly rose, a desperate roar, "Do you know how lawless this guy has been since aliens started appearing? He randomly shoots aliens on the street like it's nothing, kills them and that's it, without even an explanation, who can control him?!"

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Dark Zagi fell completely silent. Sextant's words had clearly exceeded his expectations—he hadn't expected Cui Ming to be so arrogant, daring to kill aliens at will, and with no one able to restrain him.

After a brief silence, Dark Zagi suddenly frowned, his voice tinged with panic: "No, you scared me, I need to go to the bathroom."

"No!!! No!!!"

Sextant instantly broke down, his voice trembling with tears, he was about to cry!

Damn it! Dark Zagi! You bastard!
It's one thing to occupy my body, but it also relegates me, the rightful owner, to the position of hemorrhoids, leaving me with no voice!
And you go to the toilet every single day! You go to the toilet almost ten times a day, you're ruining my body!
and!

The worst part is!

Dark Zagi also likes spicy food!!!

Damn! That chili pepper was ridiculously spicy; even a dog would hold its nose and yell, "Who the hell put this in?!"
Don't you know the chili peppers you ate were spicy at both ends?! Going to the toilet was worse than death for me!
Sextant was on the verge of tears, filled with despair. He never imagined he would end up in such a state, tormented to the point of wishing for death by a dark creature.

But Dark Zagi didn't care about any of that at this moment—the Sextant's collapse and wailing didn't even cause a ripple in his eyes. He had only one thought in his mind: Go to the toilet first!

There was nothing he could do. He wasn't the original body to begin with; at best, he was just a clone of a clone. Not only was his power weakened by more than half, but his mental fortitude was also compromised. Just now, through Sextant's eyes, he saw Choi Myung and Saeko Busujima's merciless killing spree, and the overwhelming pressure emanating from Choi Myung. He was truly terrified.

That suffocating feeling... that life doesn't belong to him at all, that he could be crushed at any moment, spread from the depths of his soul, making his whole body tense up, and even his stomach churned with pain.

"Aaaaaah! You bastard!!!! You can't do this!!!! You ate so much spicy food again! Ugh!!!"

Sextant's mournful cry exploded in his mind, filled with heart-wrenching grievance and anger, but Dark Zagi completely ignored him, manipulating his body to stumble and rush toward the nearest toilet, his steps so frantic that he was almost unsteady, with not a trace of the majesty of a dark powerhouse.

Sextant felt as if his stomach was being burned by fire, the pain making his vision blur and his throat churn, almost causing him to vomit on the spot. He screamed and protested wildly in his mind, but Dark Zagi was completely unmoved, his mind filled with only one thought: "Go to the toilet."

"Dark Zagi! Stop right there! That's my body! Can't you even think about me? Ugh..." Sextant's voice grew weaker and weaker as he broke out in a cold sweat from the pain. The burning sensation in his internal organs and the helplessness of being forcibly controlled made him completely break down, tears welling up in his eyes.

Dark Zaki, who rushed into the toilet, wasn't in much better shape. He was squatting on the toilet, his forehead covered in cold sweat, his brows furrowed, and he was occasionally letting out suppressed groans. The fear he had felt from being startled by Cui Ming was now completely overshadowed by the excruciating pain in his stomach.

He was also wronged—he was originally just a clone of a clone, who came to lend a hand to Sextant, but not only did he encounter a madman like Cui Ming, but he also ate too much spicy food because of his cravings, which made him look so pathetic and disgraced even the strong.

Inside the toilet, a cacophony of sounds rose and fell, mixed with Dark Zagi's muffled groans and Sextant's wailing in his mind. The scene was chaotic and comical, leaving only Sextant filled with despair: This life is truly unbearable!

However, what Sextant didn't know was that everything he was doing was being recorded by Cui Ming.

Just as Dark Zagi was squatting on the toilet, sweating profusely from the chili peppers and groaning incessantly, a tiny, ant-like insect-like drone hovered silently in a crack in the corner of the bathroom. Its camera was pointed at the toilet, clearly recording this terrifying scene—Dark Zagi's disheveled appearance and Sextant's hysterical wails in his mind were all recorded completely without missing a single detail.

This insect-shaped drone was arranged by Cui Ming. Its purpose was to find out Dark Zagi's whereabouts and grasp his weaknesses. After all, Dark Zagi's main body has never appeared, and every move of this clone may contain clues about the main body.

At this moment, Dark Zagi had completely lost any of his former majesty as a powerful dark being. Squatting on the toilet, one hand clutching his stomach, the other bracing against the wall, his face deathly pale, cold sweat streaming down his face, he kept muttering, "So spicy... I should have known better than to eat so much."

In his mind, Sextant's wailing never stopped: "When are you going to stop this?! This is my body! It's so spicy I can't take it anymore, ugh—"

Inside the toilet, the nausea and discomfort continued to spread. Dark Zagi was trembling all over from the pain, and he barely had the strength to lift his hand. He no longer cared about the dignity of a strongman, and his mind was filled with the thought of "relieving the pain as soon as possible." As for Sextant's wailing, he had long since forgotten about it.

The insect-shaped drone remained steadily hovering in the corner, its camera consistently focused, transmitting every detail of the chaotic yet realistic scene to Cui Ming without missing a single moment. (End of Chapter)