Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Cui Ming doesn't plan to get involved in the affairs of Liufenyiyuantang for the time being.

He sat at the command post, his eyes fixed on the images playing repeatedly on the large screen. In the images, Gomora was frantically waving its claws, digging at the ground, dust flying everywhere, its massive body disappearing into the earth in the blink of an eye, leaving only a huge, smoking crater.

“This Gomora…” Cui Ming narrowed his eyes, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, “is interesting.”

Misato, who was standing nearby, leaned over to take a look but didn't find anything special: "It's just an ordinary monster. You scared it away."

“No.” Cui Ming shook his head and tapped the screen. “When a normal monster encounters an enemy, its first reaction is to fight, to bite, or to release beams. But this Gomora… after sensing my presence, it didn’t probe or hesitate; it directly chose the optimal solution—digging a hole to escape. This shows that it has an extremely high survival instinct, knows how to assess the situation, and knows how to make choices.”

He turned his head, his gaze sharp: "This kind of intelligent monster is ten times more dangerous than those fools who only know how to charge around recklessly. We must keep a close eye on it."

Misato raised an eyebrow: "You mean... it'll cause trouble again?"

“It might not cause trouble, but it will definitely act for survival.” Cui Ming stood up, walked to the sand table, and pointed heavily at the spot where Gomora had disappeared. “Send the order down to mobilize all underground detection equipment and seal off all areas where it might appear. I need to know what it eats every day, where it sleeps, and even how many tunnels it has dug.”

Deep underground, in a vast hollow, Gomora was curled up by a lava lake, munching on a glowing piece of ore with its tail. Suddenly, it froze, its bright yellow eyes widening, and its nostrils twitching wildly.

That aura... that silver-haired madman... is looking for it!

Gomora dropped the ore from its hand with a thud, its massive body trembling. It had already dug its way out! It had already hidden deep underground! Why was it still being targeted?!

So it's going to die no matter what, right?
Gomora let out a mournful whimper, clutching its head with its paws and curling into a ball in despair. All it wanted was to quietly eat a few pieces of ore and get a good night's sleep—why was that so difficult?
Gomora's intuition was accurate; Cui Ming had already arrived.

Deep underground, in the void, the air suddenly grew heavy, as if gripped by an invisible hand, even the flowing magma seemed to freeze. Gomora jerked its head up, its bright yellow eyes widening, pupils contracting violently to pinpoints. It sensed it—the terrifying aura was rapidly approaching, piercing through the thick layers of rock, through the scorching magma, like a drawn sword aimed straight at its hiding place. Gomora's claws instinctively dug into the ground, its muscles tensing, a low growl escaping its throat. It wanted to run, but its limbs seemed nailed to the spot.

When Gomora saw Cui Ming, he retreated a little in fear.

Cui Ming emerged from the shadows, without transforming, in his ordinary human form, even carrying a thermos, looking as calm and collected as if he were taking a stroll underground. But Gomora reacted as if it had spotted its natural enemy. Its massive body recoiled uncontrollably, its claws scraping deep grooves in the ground, the gravel crunching under its feet. It stumbled back five or six steps, its back slamming heavily against the rock wall. With nowhere left to retreat, its bright yellow eyes were filled with terror; even the courage to flee seemed frozen in that instant.

There was no way around it; Cui Ming was simply too terrifying for the monster. Even though he did nothing, just stood there, a faint smile playing on his lips, the murderous aura emanating from his very bones, the oppressive feeling that sent apostles and extradimensional beings scurrying for cover, made Gomora tremble. It remembered the Mazar people being sliced ​​to pieces, the fetal angels being ground to dust, and the terror of almost being caught by the chainsaw of light. In Gomora's eyes, this humanoid creature before it was ten thousand times more terrifying than any gigantic monster.

Gomora huddled in the corner, its bright yellow eyes filled with despair; it felt it might die here today.

Cui Ming stood before Gomora, his posture upright, a thermos in his hand emitting wisps of steam. He looked up at the enormous monster before him, his gaze as calm as if he were observing a kitten, rather than facing a behemoth capable of destroying a city.

"Choose one: be killed by me or become my subordinate."

The voice wasn't loud, yet it echoed in the vast underground space, each word like a hammer blow to Gomora's heart. Cui Ming's tone was calm, as if he were merely inquiring about the weather, but the murderous intent emanating from his very bones made the air seem to freeze. He slowly raised a hand, his knuckles making a slight clicking sound, a prelude to his attack.

Gomora surrendered without a second thought.

Its massive body suddenly slumped, its forelimbs bent, its head lowered, and the fear in its bright yellow eyes vanished, replaced by an almost fawning subservience. It didn't even dare to look Cui Ming in the eye, merely rubbing its nose lightly against the ground, emitting a low whimper, as if expressing loyalty or begging for mercy. Its movements were astonishingly fast, as if afraid that a second's delay would result in its instant death.

There was no way around it; it realized that it couldn't beat the other side at all!

Gomora's sensory tentacles trembled violently. It could clearly sense the terrifying energy contained within the humanoid creature before it. That aura was more terrifying than any natural enemy it had ever seen. Even Apostles and extradimensional beings were nothing more than being sliced ​​to pieces before it. What was this ancient monster compared to it? Just a larger target. It remembered the fear of being chased by the Chainsaw of Light, the tragic fate of the Mazars and the Angels of the Womb. Its survival instinct screamed wildly in its mind—Why fight! Isn't living better!
It's better to cling to someone powerful!

Gomora cautiously raised its head, stealing glances at Cui Ming's expression with its bright yellow eyes. Seeing that the other party didn't attack immediately, it grew a little bolder. It took two steps forward, lowering its massive head before Cui Ming, as if waiting to be petted, or offering its loyalty. Its tail swayed gently, patting the ground with a dull thud. It looked exactly like a large dog trying to please its master, with not a trace of its monstrous majesty.

Cui Ming looked at the sensible monster in front of him, a slight smile playing on his lips, and reached out to pat Gomora's nose: "A wise choice."

Cui Ming actually had high hopes for Gomora.

Let it become an asset. (End of Chapter)