Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Sextant, he's in the hospital again.
The world's consciousness seemed to truly hate him, otherwise it wouldn't have let him suffer such misfortune. First, he was kidnapped and subjected to inhuman humiliation. He barely managed to escape back to NERV with his broken body, only to be brutally beaten by his own people, who mistook him for a monster.

Fate is like a wicked child, pushing him into the abyss time and time again, then standing on the edge of the cliff laughing heartily.

Beat him like this
In the intensive care unit, Rokubungi Gendo lay on a pristine white sheet, his body riddled with tubes. His broken ribs had been set, his ruptured spleen had been removed, and the laceration on the back of his head required seventeen stitches. His face was swollen like over-fermented dough, and bruises of varying shades spread from his collar, appearing eerily against his pale skin. The doctors murmured among themselves that it was a medical miracle that this patient had survived—of course, they didn't know the true identity of this "nameless man," as Choi Myung had deliberately kept the news a secret.

The security guard who beat up Sextant.
They received a reward.

After all, he did the right thing. Seeing such an aberrant creature, this security guard actually beat it up! In a sense, he was quite a character. NERV's logistics department exceptionally awarded him three months' worth of bonuses and granted him a week's paid leave. At the commendation meeting, the middle-aged man was so excited he was incoherent, repeatedly emphasizing that he was merely "doing his duty" and "decisively taking action against suspicious individuals." He would never know that he had almost killed the head of the Human Instrumentality Project—of course, even if he did know, faced with that twisted and terrifying face, he might still make the same choice.

Cui Ming didn't really care much about the sextant.

After all, the world's consciousness was watching closely. That indescribable being seemed determined to make Rokubungi Gendo taste all the humiliation and pain in the world, and Cui Ming didn't need to provoke that. Let that guy lie in bed, the longer the better. The acting commander's desk was piled high with documents waiting to be processed, but Cui Ming only glanced at them before pushing them aside.

His main targets now are still apostles and the like.

For example, this time the target is the fish angel.

On the monitoring screen, sonar images from the depths of the Pacific Ocean flickered. A massive shadow, comparable in size to an aircraft carrier, moved slowly through a crack in the seabed. The Fish Angel, the Sixth Angel, possessed the ability to move freely in the high-pressure deep-sea environment, and the characteristics of its AT field remained unknown. At NERV's operational meeting, technicians debated whether to use the deep-sea-specific EVA for underwater operations or find a way to bring it to the surface.

Cui Ming stared at the blurry figure, his fingers lightly tapping the table. Unlike the dark schemes of the Rokufen Gendo, the Apostles were a pure, direct threat. No conspiracies, no betrayals, no nauseating power games—only survival or destruction.

"Prepare deep-sea combat equipment," he ordered, his voice calm yet firm. "Have Unit-01 stand by."

Outside the window, the lights of Tokyo-3 still shone brightly. But in a corner of the city, in a hospital ward, a once arrogant man groaned in his coma, forgotten by the entire world.

"Understood! Unit-01 ready! Commander..."

Maya's voice echoed in the command room, tinged with hesitation and confusion. She stood before the control panel, her finger hovering over the start button, her gaze involuntarily drifting towards the command post. According to standard procedure, the EVA pilot should be inserting into the insertion plug to establish a neural connection, followed by Captain Misato directing the operation. But since Choi Myung took over as acting commander, all the "standard procedures" seemed to have become mere suggestions for reference. Maya paused, noticing Choi Myung producing a bracelet.

It was an antique-style silver bracelet, its surface engraved with intricate patterns, gleaming softly in the cold light of the command room. Cui Ming pulled it out of the pocket of his white coat as casually as if he were taking out keys, then walked straight to the central projection area. The surrounding technicians stopped what they were doing and looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Um, Commander, how about we put on a show?"

Maya lowered her voice, her cheeks slightly flushed. Of course, she knew Cui Ming's true identity—after all, she was now one of Cui Ming's lovers, and she went back to his house for dinner every night—but there were still dozens of ordinary staff members at NERV headquarters. Those unsuspecting operators, technicians, and security personnel were still seriously monitoring the Angel's movements, preparing to initiate the EVA sortie procedure according to standard protocol.

"I'm busy, Maya. Don't forget to come home for dinner tonight."

Cui Ming's tone was as calm as if he were discussing the weather, his fingers already fastening the bracelet's clasp. He glanced at Maya, a gentle smile in his eyes, completely devoid of the tension of about to go to battle. To him, dealing with an apostle was indeed just routine business, not worth the elaborate act.

"Um"

Maya Ibuki nodded shyly, her ears turning a blush. She lowered her head, pretending to be focused on checking the data panel, but actually trying to hide her embarrassment. The other staff members who knew the situation—such as Misato Katsuragi and Asuka—all showed knowing expressions, some rolling their eyes, others covering their mouths and chuckling.

Then, amidst everyone's speechless gazes, Cui Ming put on the Ultra Bracelet!
A silver light burst forth from his wrist, initially a faint halo, then rapidly expanding into a dazzling sphere of light. The command center's alarm system blared, energy detectors instantly spiked, and all screens simultaneously flickered with static. Technicians screamed and rushed to the control panel, attempting to stabilize the system, but Cui Ming simply stood calmly in the center of the sphere of light, his arms hanging naturally at his sides.

Then! Jack appeared!

As the light faded, a giant in silver and red stood in the center of the command room. Due to space constraints, he maintained a human size—approximately two meters tall—his streamlined body covered in a metallic sheen, and the color timer on his chest emitted a rhythmic pulsating light. Ultraseven, no, at this moment, it was Ultraman Jack, who looked down at his hands, then turned to the main screen, his gaze piercing through layers of concrete and steel, locking onto the enormous shadow deep in the Pacific Ocean.

"Alright, I'll go deal with that apostle. To be honest, I don't have time to waste."

Jack's voice resonated directly in everyone's minds via telepathy, deep and authoritative. He raised his hand, drawing an arc in the air, causing space to warp and transform into a portal shimmering with starlight. At the last moment before stepping through the portal, he glanced back at Maya and nodded slightly. (End of Chapter)