Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Intelligence agencies from all countries are discussing something together.

The air in the sealed room was as stuffy as solidified as asphalt. The thick soundproof walls completely blocked out all outside sounds, leaving only the low hum of the central air conditioning swirling overhead.

A dozen or so figures sat around the oval conference table. They came from different countries, wore different uniforms, and spoke different native languages, but at this moment their expressions were surprisingly consistent—a complex mix of confusion, fear, and absurdity, as if they had swallowed both a fly and gold at the same time, unable to spit it out or swallow it down.

Stacks of top-secret files lay spread out on the table: photographs, satellite images, energy readings, eyewitness reports—all pointing to the same name. The intelligence chief of a major power removed his glasses and slowly wiped the lenses with a soft cloth, the motion mechanical and repetitive, as if this could erase the shocking contents of the files. Another woman in a dark suit pushed a stack of photographs to the center of the table, her fingers turning slightly white from the pressure.

What exactly is Cui Ming?

This question weighed heavily on everyone's chest like a boulder, making even breathing difficult. Every page of the files challenged their understanding of the world: in photographs, a man named Choi Myung effortlessly lifted tons of steel coils with one hand, performing bicep curls without flinching; in surveillance footage, he transformed into a silver giant, slicing extradimensional beings to pieces; in eyewitness reports, he tore apart an Angel's AT field with his bare hands, scaring the ancient monster Gomora into digging a hole and fleeing. These pieces of information, pieced together, didn't form a portrait of a human being, but rather an indescribable monster in human skin.

He claims to be human, but who would believe that!

A bald representative slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly, his fat face trembling with excitement. His voice boomed in the confined room, making the liquid in his water glass slosh. He pointed to a photo on the table of Cui Ming holding a steel coil, his fingers shaking as if he were having a stroke. "Look at this! Look at this photo! A steel coil! An industrial steel coil! Five tons per coil! He's holding it up for fun! He's doing squats with it! What kind of human being would do something like this?! Huh?! Who?!"

"Perhaps...it's some kind of enhancement surgery?" A faint voice came from the corner, tinged with obvious uncertainty. "NERV's bioengineering technology has always been very advanced; perhaps they modified his muscle fibers..."

"Modification?!" The bald representative turned around, staring at the young man who had proposed the hypothesis, his eyes practically bulging out. "You could modify every muscle fiber in humanity and still not be able to lift that thing! It's a steel coil! Not styrofoam! And don't forget, it can transform! It can become Ultraman Ace! It can become that fifty-meter-tall silver giant! Is that something that can be explained by modification?! You try modifying all of humanity into Ultraman and see what happens?!"

A deathly silence fell over the conference room.

The young man who had proposed the enhancement surgery shrank back, lowered his head, and dared not utter another sound. The others exchanged glances, seeing the same despair in each other's eyes. Yes, if it were merely superhuman strength, it could be勉强 (barely) explained by biotechnology; if it were merely speed, it could be attributed to extreme training; but his ability to transform, to fire beams of light, to shred the resentment of extradimensional beings, to crush the core of an Angel—this was completely beyond the scope of human science, even beyond their understanding of life.

“He is not human…” An aged voice slowly rang out, coming from the old man sitting in the main seat. His fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a soft, rhythmic sound, each tap seeming to strike the hearts of everyone present. “At least not the ‘human’ we understand. But since he says he is human, we will treat him as such.”

"What do you mean?" Someone looked up, their eyes blank.

The old man sighed, his gaze sweeping over everyone present. His voice was low and slow: "Because it's good for us to make him feel like a human being. If one day he stops feeling like a human being and starts feeling like a god, a demon, an existence above all others, then who will restrain him? Who will reason with him? Right now, at least he still protects civilians, still abides by some basic order, and is still willing to sit in NERV's office approving documents—that's enough. Don't delve into it, don't test him, and definitely don't expose him." Silence fell over the crowd.

The bald man slowly slumped back into his chair, as if all his strength had been drained. He stared at the photograph on the table, at Cui Ming's calm expression in it, and suddenly felt a chill run from his feet to the top of his head. Yes, what was the point of investigating what he was? The important thing was that the monster who could lift the steel coil now considered himself human and was willing to protect the world as a human.

This is enough.

"Meeting adjourned," the old man stood up and tidied the documents on the table. "Remember today's conclusion—Cui Ming is human, one of us, and a trustworthy ally. Anyone with objections can come and talk to me privately."

No one objected.

Representatives from various countries rose one after another and silently walked towards the door. The bald representative was the last to leave. Before going out, he glanced back at the photograph, shook his head, and muttered, "...using steel coils as exercise equipment...perverted..."

The door slowly closed, plunging the secret room back into darkness, leaving only the image of Cui Ming holding a steel coil in the photograph on the table, its surface gleaming coldly under the pale light.

In fact, the only weakness they found in Choi Myung was related to women.

Following the closed-door meeting, intelligence agencies from various countries formed a secret analysis team to meticulously dissect Choi Myung's every move, social record, and surveillance footage over the past few months, frame by frame, in an attempt to find a breakthrough. After 72 hours of continuous screening and analysis, they finally discovered a pattern—Choi Myung was indeed surrounded by several women, and his attitude towards these women was noticeably different from his attitude towards others. Asuka, Rei Ayanami, Misato Katsuragi, Ritsuko Akagi, and even the mysterious Saeko Busujima—when these women were around him, his gaze softened, his tone slowed, and he even showed a rare smile.

"This is the breakthrough!" The bald representative slammed his fist on the table, his eyes gleaming. "Even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman! As long as we can place enough outstanding women around him and establish emotional bonds, even if we can't control him, at least we can secure a place in his heart, which will provide some security!"

So they began to take action.

The elite female agents are selected from intelligence systems around the world. Some are skilled in combat, some are adept at psychology, some are proficient in multiple languages ​​and etiquette, and some have even undergone special training to simulate various personality types – the "perfect woman." They are given different identities – a newly arrived medic, a transferred operations staff officer, or even a convenience store clerk encountered by chance on the street. A series of meticulously designed scripts are laid out, waiting for Cui Ming to enter the game.

But they discovered that Cui Ming was still far too terrifying. (End of Chapter)