Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Cui Ming was certainly not well-intentioned.

In fact, Cui Ming's plan was to trap Sextant. Since he was already confirmed as an enemy, there was nothing more to say. He just had to use every means possible.

He stood at the transport plane's doorway, glancing back at Rokubun-gi Gendo, slumped in his wheelchair like a lump of mud, his eyes as cold as if he were looking at a tool about to be scrapped. Cui Ming beckoned to two fully armed guards, pointing at the bandaged humanoid figure in the wheelchair, his voice low but undeniably cruel: "Take him to the front-line observation post, anchor him to the highest watchtower, and let him 'get a good' look at the battlefield."

"What...what are you going to do?!" Upon hearing this, Rokubungi Gendo's swollen face instantly turned deathly pale. He struggled desperately to get up from his wheelchair, but his broken leg and arm were useless, and he could only writhe in the seat like a caterpillar. "Cui Ming! This is murder! Blatant murder! I'm going to report you to the United Nations! I'm going to report you to SEELE!"

Cui Ming sneered, squatted down, and patted Liu Fenyiyuantang's swollen, shiny face. The force was neither too light nor too heavy, but it caused the other man's wound to reopen, and blood seeped through the bandages. "Sue me? Commander, didn't you say you would lead from the front? I'm just doing your a favor. Besides..."

He leaned close to Rokubun Gigendo's ear and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Do you think that if a hapless guy who gets chased by wild dogs, stung by wasps, hit by a car, and beaten up by security guards like a monster dies on the front lines, who would suspect me? Everyone would just say that Commander Rokubun Gigendo was unlucky and died in the line of duty, right?"

Rokubungi Gendo trembled all over, and true fear finally showed in his squinted eyes. He finally understood that Cui Ming did not want to humiliate him at all, but to use him as a tool to kill him—to fix him in the most conspicuous position on the front line as bait to attract the monster's attention, or simply let him die under stray bullets.

"No...please...please..." Rokubungi Gendo's voice trembled with sobs, his swollen lips shaking. "I surrender...I'll give you the commander's position...I'll never come back...please don't leave me there..."

Cui Ming stood up, straightened his collar, and without looking at him again, simply waved his hand: "Take him away."

Two guards lifted the wheelchair, and Rokubun-gi-on-dang's screams faded into the distance as he was dragged towards the frontline watchtower that would soon become his grave. Choi Myung turned and stepped into the transport plane, the hatch slowly closing behind him, shutting out the agonizing wails. He sat in his seat, closed his eyes to rest, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

That's how you should treat an enemy.

Upon arriving at their destination, the monster Gomora immediately shot down the plane where Sextant was located.

A massive tail whip lashed out from the clouds, whistling through the air, and slammed heavily onto the transport plane's wing. The ear-piercing sound of metal tearing apart echoed across the sky, the fuselage shook violently, the warning lights flashed wildly, and chaos instantly erupted inside the cabin.

Everyone else jumped.

One by one, the well-trained soldiers leaped out of the hatch with graceful and fluid movements. Their parachutes bloomed into white flowers behind them as they slowly drifted down to the ground, like a shower of dandelions.

Only the sextant was kicked down.

"Get down!"

A guard, expressionless, raised his foot and kicked Sextant's wheelchair hard. Sextant, chair and all, tumbled out of the hatch, his swollen face contorted in mid-air, bandages flying wildly in the gale like a broken, tattered kite.

Sextant was still yelling, "You damn well better carry it on your back! How am I supposed to use the parachute while I'm holding it?!"

He was flailing his arms in the air when he suddenly realized he was actually holding a parachute pack—it had been handed to him by a guard when he was kicked out, perhaps out of a last shred of humanitarian concern, or perhaps just out of amusement. But Sextant was riddled with fractures, his arm in a cast, and his fingers swollen like radishes; he simply couldn't pull the parachute lines.

"Why can't I pull this damn rope?! Are you guys out of your minds?! Aaaaaaah!!!"

He tumbled and fell through the air like a spinning top, his wheelchair parts clattering down.

When the monster Gomora saw something screaming in the sky, it thought it was a new type of bomb or some kind of flying weapon, and instinctively lashed out with its tail.

"Snap!" The tail, covered in hard scales, struck Sextant precisely, producing a crisp, loud slapping sound, like hitting a baseball. Sextant instantly changed its flight trajectory, flying sideways like a human-shaped cannonball, the droplet of blood spitting from its mouth tracing a graceful arc in the air.

"I'll fuck your grandpa!!!"

Sextant's scream trailed off into the distance, finally ending with a muffled thud as he embedded himself in the distant mountainside, creating a large, human-shaped crater, with fragments of his wheelchair scattered around him.

Sextant won't die for now, but he's probably got comminuted fractures all over his body.

He was embedded in the rock wall in a starfish shape, his limbs twisted at bizarre angles, his head tilted to one side, and blood foam coming out of his mouth, but his eyes could still blink and his mouth could still move.

“Cui…ming…you…bastard…” he mumbled weakly, “If you’re so capable…you…you come…ahhh my waist…it feels like…it’s stuck in a rock…”

Meanwhile, on another transport plane, Cui Ming saw this scene through the porthole, calmly took a sip of tea from his thermos, and nodded: "The landing posture was good, much more elegant than last time."

Just as Gomora was about to attack Cui Ming's side, his expression suddenly turned horrified.

Its dark red eyes widened, its nostrils twitched wildly, as if it had smelled something more terrifying than hell. Its massive body froze on the spot, its tail stopped wagging, and a gurgling sound emanated from its throat. Because it sensed… the hunter's presence.

The ingrained fear, the fear of being hunted for countless lifetimes, surged through Gomora in an instant. It remembered the humiliation of being ground to dust by the silver giant in ancient times, the nightmare of being torn to pieces with each resurrection. It looked down at its claws, then up at the man in the sky, calmly sipping tea before transforming, and only one thought occupied its mind—run!

So Gomora decisively started digging a tunnel to escape.

It turned around, its two front paws digging frantically at the ground, moving so fast that it left afterimages, like a human excavator. Soil and rocks flew everywhere, and in the blink of an eye, it dug a huge pit. Its massive body darted into it, its tail flicking, dust billowing up, and it vanished without a trace, leaving only a smoking mound of earth on the ground.

This very soil almost buried the sextant alive.

Sextant was still stuck in the rock wall, unable to move, and could only watch helplessly as the overwhelming mud and gravel poured down on him like a waterfall.

"Holy crap! Gomora! You're just running away, aren't you?! Don't you dare dump dirt on me! Aaaaaaah!!!"

The soil instantly buried him up to his chest, then his neck, and finally the top of his head. Sextant was completely buried in the soil, with only his swollen face sticking out, like a purple radish growing in the ground, its mouth opening and closing as it ate dirt.

"Ptooey! Ptooey! There are bugs in this soil! Bugs!!! Cui Ming! Cui Ming, save me! I'm going to be buried alive! I'm going to be eaten by bugs!"

If it weren't for the world's consciousness preventing him from dying, he would have died long ago.

Just as Sextant was about to suffocate, a strange gust of wind blew by, clearing the dirt off his face and revealing his nostrils. He coughed violently, spitting out a mouthful of mud, and stared at the sky with teary eyes, not understanding why he was so unlucky, yet always managing to save his life at the last moment.

"Why...why won't you let me die..." Sextant lay in the ground, staring blankly at the gloomy sky, "Let me die...please...living is worse than dying..."

On the transport plane, Cui Ming looked at the huge mound of earth left by Gomora's digging, and the still-wailing purple human head in the dirt, and sighed: "It's really tough... Next time I'll have to find a more direct method." (End of Chapter)