Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Chapter 712 Beidou: On the other hand

Cui Ming had always felt that sometimes humanity truly needed to rely on itself. He gazed intently out the window, the lights of the bustling city seeming to him like tiny yet resilient beacons of hope for humanity. In the city, people toiled and struggled for a living, unaware of the dangers lurking in the shadows. Ultraman, though powerful, was ultimately an external force; humanity couldn't forever hide behind them. It wasn't that Ultraman's help was meaningless, but if they relied on him unconditionally, humanity's own courage and potential would gradually be eroded.

Instead of relying on Ultraman for everything. Although Cui Ming has quite a few Ultraman characters in his house now, from the original to the new generation, those inheritors of light seem to have left their mark on his world. But he understands even more clearly that humanity's future must be controlled by humanity itself. Just like in the long and brutal cycle of battles against the Star Guides, Cui Ming repeatedly escaped death, not because of any alien aid, but because of the weapon blueprints and combat techniques he desperately memorized—a manifestation of humanity's indomitable spirit.

Cui Ming understood the importance of holding back his trump cards, which is why he didn't rely too much on Ultraman's power. Again, when the enemy finally managed to destroy Cui Ming's vehicles and deplete his ammunition, thinking he was at his last gasp, Cui Ming would transform. The scene would be... wow! Surprising, wouldn't it? Like a beast lurking in the darkness, waiting for the perfect moment to deliver a fatal blow. This wasn't just a tactical consideration; it was also a psychological game, ensuring the enemy could never predict his limits.

Of course, Cui Ming's most insane ability now is that he can summon clones. Most importantly, he doesn't need to summon real people; he can use clones to fight in his place. His clone technology gives each clone considerable combat power, capable of disrupting the enemy's plans at crucial moments. Imagine an enemy painstakingly defeating one of Cui Ming's clones, just as they're about to breathe a sigh of relief, only to find even more identical figures closing in from all directions—that sense of despair would terrify any enemy.

Once the opposing team defeats the clone summoned by Cui Ming, then the Ultra Brothers can log in and fight together! A wicked smile curled at the corner of Cui Ming's lips, as if he could already see the enemy's expression of collapse. He has a unique connection with the Ultra Brothers; with just a command, those heroes from the Land of Light will cross time and space to come to his aid. This is like a hidden trump card, only to be played in the most critical and crucial moment, turning the tide of battle and bringing humanity the dawn of victory from the brink of despair.

Of course, it's best not to call anyone.
Just as Cui Ming was thinking, Bei Dou walked over with steady steps. His combat uniform, which was washed a little faded, still had traces of being torn by the monster's claws and hastily sewn up at the hem during the last mission.

Oh right, this was washed by Nan Yuko.
In fact, Beidou believes it is unnecessary.
However, she couldn't go against Nan Xizi's wishes.

"What's wrong, Lao Cui?" Beidou asked, his voice hoarse and resolute from years of battlefield experience. His gaze fell on Cui Ming's profile as he looked up at the sky, with a hint of concern.

"It's nothing. I went to check out other worlds before, and they're not bad. They've developed again over there." Cui Ming withdrew his gaze, a faint smile appearing on his lips, a smile that was mixed with relief and emotion.

He recalled that in that world, humanity, once ravaged by the pollen of the Zigera flower, had risen again after surviving the catastrophe, with skyscrapers springing up once more and the streets bustling with life once more.

"You mean the one that perished because of Qijera?" Beidou frowned slightly, the image of the enormous yellow flower and its pollen, which could induce a surreal, immersive experience, instantly flashing through his mind. He had also heard of the tragic past of that world; the ancient civilization, under the influence of Qijera, had fallen like a brilliant star, leaving only endless sighs.

Of course, he also understood that the flower wasn't the real reason.

Flowers are a test; ultimately, it is up to humanity to rely on itself.

“Yes,” Cui Ming’s voice deepened as he looked up at the sky again. It was dusk, and the horizon was dyed orange-red by the sunset, the layers of clouds seeming to be on fire. Occasionally, birds would fly by above the city, their clear calls breaking the brief silence. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” he murmured to himself, his eyes reflecting the colors of the sky, as if questioning the Big Dipper, or perhaps conversing with himself.

“Yes, that’s why we must protect this place,” Beidou nodded vigorously, his expression becoming serious and resolute. He clenched his fists, as if he were ready to fight for this sky and for humanity on Earth at any moment. In his heart, every inch of the earth, every patch of sky, carried the hopes and dreams of countless people, and he would never allow it to be destroyed by any evil force. “The premise is that we must learn to respect nature,” Cui Ming said thoughtfully, his eyes revealing profound wisdom. The appearance of Qijiera, seemingly an external disaster, was in fact a warning from nature to humanity’s greed and arrogance. If humanity recklessly tramples on the laws of nature while developing technology and pursuing progress, it will eventually suffer the consequences. Just like the world that perished because of Qijiera, people were intoxicated by illusory beauty, forgetting that there was still darkness to contend with.

Of course, there was also reverence for nature, which ultimately led to the loss of everything.

In fact, Cui Ming wondered if, back then, if humanity had been more proactive, would they have been able to get the monsters on Earth to help defeat Gatanothor?

“Yes,” Beidou echoed softly, agreeing with Cui Ming’s words. A gentle breeze stirred their hair, carrying with it the sounds of city life—laughter, busyness, and hope. They knew that to protect this beauty, humanity must not only rely on its own strength but also live in harmony with nature, learning from history and avoiding repeating past mistakes.

"Seriously, Kotaro and Kirisaki eat so much, how come they haven't gained weight?"

Beidou found this quite amazing.

After pondering for a moment, Cui Ming said, "That's probably because I've been giving them special training all along."

"That's good! Kotaro and Kirisaki are still too young!"

"I think so too. They need more practice. Right now, they can only handle the hard difficulty level of Katachon at best."

"Oh, that's alright then."

Beidou: Hey! But then again!
Damn! Katachon on Hard difficulty!
Even Ultraman's father had to exert considerable effort to get past that thing!

These two have already honed their skills quite well, haven't they?!

(End of this chapter)