Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

As the silvery light of the full moon bathed the tranquil village, the sleeping villagers remained unaware that a terrible disaster was about to befall them. The colossal body of Reborn Eleking burst forth from the earth outside the village, causing the ground to tremble violently, as if being ravaged by an invisible giant hand. The houses in the village began to shake, tiles slipping and crashing with a series of crackling sounds, waking the sleeping people.

As soon as Reborn Eleking appeared, it opened its blood-red maw and unleashed a jet of flame reaching 10 degrees Celsius, instantly setting a wooden house at the village entrance ablaze. The fire spread rapidly on the night breeze, engulfing the entire house in the blink of an eye, the raging flames illuminating half the sky. The villagers screamed in terror, fleeing their homes in panic, some wearing only thin pajamas, clutching their children as they ran in all directions.

Reborn Eleking seemed excited by the chaotic scene, continuing to spew flames and burn the surrounding houses while rampaging through the village with its powerful limbs. Walls crumbled easily in its path, and furniture was smashed to pieces. Its tail swung nimbly, each swing creating a strong gust of wind that swept nearby debris into the air.

In a lull in the destruction, Rebirth King suddenly stopped, warily surveying its surroundings. Its eerie eyes darted around, seemingly searching for something. Soon, it spotted an abandoned warehouse on the edge of the village. The warehouse, with its thick walls and spacious interior, was the perfect refuge from the sunlight. It let out a low growl, as if pleased with its discovery, then turned its attention back to the village and resumed its destructive rampage.

It strode towards the central square of the village, where tables and chairs that had been used for village gatherings now became its targets. It swung its enormous hands, smashing the tables and chairs to pieces, missiles constantly being launched from the holes at the ends of its hands, blasting large craters into the square. Children's swings were kicked away, crashing into distant houses with a dull thud.

Just as the village was engulfed in flames and chaos, the alarm bells of the Sett team blared closer and closer. The Sky Whale, the Divine Eagle 1, and other fighter jets pierced the night sky, heading towards the village. When the team members looked through the fighter jet windows at the horrific scene in the village below and the rampaging Regenerating Eleking, they couldn't help but gasp in horror.

"Is this Regenerating Eleking? Why is it behaving so strangely?" Aragaki, piloting the Sky Whale, exclaimed in surprise over the communication channel. Regenerating Eleking would wreak havoc for a while, then stop to observe its surroundings. Once it found a suitable hiding place, it would excitedly continue its destruction, repeating this cycle without any apparent logic.

The Sett fighters circled Reborn Eleking rapidly, firing missiles and laser beams in an attempt to halt its rampage. However, Reborn Eleking's tough skin acted like an alloy barrier, easily deflecting these attacks. It didn't even bother to dodge, merely occasionally flicking its tail to repel approaching fighters. Facing the Sett's attacks, it didn't stop its destruction; instead, it became even more ferocious, its flames erupting more fiercely, setting more houses ablaze and sending thick smoke billowing into the sky. The cries of the villagers, the sounds of collapsing houses, and the roar of fighter jets mingled together, plunging the entire village into a living hell.

Fortunately, despite the terrifying sudden attack by King Reborn, the villagers escaped quickly. The moment the first scream pierced the night and the firelight illuminated the windows, fear spread like wildfire throughout the village. Driven by their survival instincts, most people ran towards open areas outside the village before their houses began to collapse, thus preventing large-scale casualties.

Just when everyone thought the danger had temporarily passed, a sudden change occurred. Three children, around ten years old, appeared out of nowhere. Their faces were flushed red, and their eyes burned with a determination beyond their years. One of them, a girl with a ponytail, clenched her fists tightly and shouted, "We must protect the village! Go!!!" The other two boys, not to be outdone, echoed back at the top of their lungs, "Go!!!"

In the blink of an eye, the two little boys charged towards Reborn Eleking like warriors on the battlefield. Each held a rope in their hand, the ropes appearing exceptionally thin in the moonlight, utterly insignificant compared to the enormous creature before them. They ran and swung the ropes, trying to find an opportunity to lasso Reborn Eleking, as if that would subdue the terrifying monster.

However, reality delivered a harsh slap in the face. What was the weight of Reborn Eleking? It was a mountain-like being, each step causing the earth to tremble. These two children, on the other hand, were small and frail; their combined weight might not even equal that of a single scale on Eleking's body. Reborn Eleking impatiently swung its arm, a powerful force instantly ripping the two children away. "Help!!!" Two terrified screams pierced the night sky as their bodies flew away like kites with broken strings.

At that moment, Cui Ming, who was piloting the Yukikaze and circling in the air, closely monitoring the battlefield situation, suddenly twitched at the corner of his eye. Through the cockpit window, he clearly saw this thrilling scene. "Whoever has time, save them if you can, don't get yourself involved," Cui Ming said through the communication channel.

Cui Ming then continued to restrain Regenerated Eleking.

Meanwhile, the little boy who witnessed his companion being thrown into the air had his face flushed red with rage, his eyes brimming with tears. His fury seemed to ignite the surrounding air. "I'll avenge my friends!" he shouted hoarsely, his childish voice jarringly loud in the chaotic battlefield. Then, he did something unexpected: he lay down on the ground, bent his legs like a slingshot, picked up a pebble from the nearby pile of rubble, and prepared to fire.

His body trembled slightly from the exertion, his teeth clenched his lower lip, his hands gripped the pebble firmly, he adjusted the angle, and with all his might, launched the pebble. The pebble, like a miniature cannonball, whistled towards Rebirth Eleking. However, compared to Rebirth Eleking's massive body, the pebble was utterly insignificant. Rebirth Eleking seemed to sense this insignificant attack; it casually stretched out one hand, its enormous palm like a winnowing basket, easily catching the pebble.

Immediately afterward, Reborn Eleking, as if feeling mocked, flashed a hint of annoyance in its eyes and casually hurled a pebble back at the child. It didn't use its full strength in this throw, but to the small child, the pebble, hurled by the monster, was like a high-speed cannonball. The next moment, a chilling "crack" sound rang out—the sound of the pebble striking the ground, particularly jarring in the chaotic battlefield.

The sound of an unlucky child being violently attacked.

"Ughh ...