Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

"not good!!!"

The Nackle aliens were terrified!
But it's too late
Cui Ming smiled at them, and then suddenly countless plumes of smoke began to billow out around him.

Smoke bomb!
The Nackle aliens were afraid.
I can't help but be scared!!!

From the perspective of the Nackle aliens, this is a horror movie!

The wind howled, whipping up dust from the rooftop, and the Nackle alien's palms were drenched in cold sweat as he gripped the telescope. The metal ventilation ducts creaked and groaned in the wind, like someone scraping metal with fingernails—wait, that sound seemed too close.

"Click."

A soft metallic cracking sound came from behind. The Nackle alien froze, the fur on the back of its neck standing on end. Before it could turn around, a shadow suddenly exploded in its field of vision—Cui Ming was already standing in front of it, close enough to see its own distorted face reflected in his pupils.

This is a killer face-jump!

A technique commonly used in horror movies or games.

The Nackle alien initially thought nothing of it, but after being truly horrified by Storm One's sudden attack, he genuinely felt a chill run down his spine.

The thought had barely crossed its mind when a cold hand gripped its throat. Cui Ming's knuckles dug into its flesh, carrying a metallic, rusty smell, the force as if he wanted to crush its cervical spine.

"Ugh—!" As excruciating pain exploded in its right arm, the Nackle alien didn't even see how Cui Ming did it. With a "splat," warm green blood splattered onto its eyeballs. Through its blurred vision, it saw its severed arm being held in Cui Ming's hand, the nerves at the stump still twitching.

Cui Ming pressed his face even closer, a faint smile seemingly lingering at the corners of his mouth, yet that smile was more chilling than a frozen wasteland. He slowly raised his other hand, his nails gleaming coldly in the moonlight. The Nackle alien could smell the acrid odor of his own blood evaporating—the scorching smell of the murderous aura emanating from Cui Ming.

"No, no..." it tried to beg for mercy, but could only let out a weak, hissing sound. Cui Ming's fingers had already touched its Adam's apple, the temperature of his fingertips was as low as if they had just been pulled out of an ice cellar, the cold seeping into its veins through its skin, making it convulse all over.

"Tear--"

The moment the trachea was ripped out, the Nackle alien heard the cracking sound of its own bones grinding together. The last thing it saw was Cui Ming staring down at the pulsating trachea, his gaze as calm as if he were looking at a discarded tube, while its own blood dripped from between his fingers onto the rooftop, forming a bubbling green pool.

Before its consciousness faded, it finally understood why its companions had died so silently—to face such a predator, even screaming was a luxury.

The moment their companion's screams abruptly ceased, the remaining Nackle aliens simultaneously activated the smoke grenades at their waists. A thick, grayish-white fog surged forth like a living thing, instantly engulfing the entire rooftop, reducing visibility to less than half a meter. Even the wind was blocked by the fog, leaving only their own heavy breathing echoing in their ears.

"Run separately!" came a companion's voice from the left, choked with sobs.

The Nackle alien stumbled and moved to the right, the green blood of its severed companion sticky on the soles of its shoes, each step feeling like walking on mud. It dared not turn on the light, relying only on its sense of touch to feel the edge of the ventilation duct, its heart pounding in its chest—it was too quiet in the fog, so quiet that it could hear its own teeth chattering.

Suddenly, a rustling sound of fabric rubbing came from behind.

It whirled around, its energy gun firing wildly, but only hitting the air within the thick fog. Cold sweat trickled down its forehead and into its eyes; the stinging pain made it instinctively close its eyes in that instant—

"call."

A rusty smell wafted behind its ear.

The Nackle alien's blood froze instantly. Just as he was about to scream, his wrist was twisted behind his back. The excruciating pain made him arch his back, and suddenly a crimson light exploded in his vision—it was Cui Ming! He had somehow gotten behind him and was looking down at him, the smile on his lips gleaming coldly in the mist, like the chilling glint of a scalpel.

"Bang!" Its knee was kicked hard, and it fell to its knees with a "thud" in the fog, its forehead hitting the hard cement floor. Through its blurry vision, it saw Cui Ming pick up the energy gun from the ground, slowly and deliberately breaking off the barrel, his movements as light as if he were taking apart a toy.

"save……"

The cry for help had barely escaped its lips when it was covered in the mouth. Cui Ming's palm was stained with its companion's blood, and the pungent smell made it struggle violently, only to find its body pinned to the ground, unable to move.

Suddenly, the fog was parted by a force, revealing the corpse of their companion lying in a pool of blood. The Nackle alien's pupils contracted sharply—the corpse's throat had also been ripped open, its trachea hanging down in front of its chest like a dead snake.

Fear made it convulse, and just then, Cui Ming suddenly let go.

It scrambled forward, hoping to grasp a sliver of hope, only to crash headfirst into a hard embrace.

The moment he looked up, he met Cui Ming's eyes, which were inches away from his own.

Those eyes held no mist, no murderous intent, only a bottomless calm, like looking at a flying insect that had crashed into a windowpane.

"Click."

The cracking sound of a snapping cervical vertebra was exceptionally clear in the fog. Before its consciousness sank into darkness, it finally understood that this smoke was never a cover, but a hunting cage tailor-made for them by Cui Ming—in this fog, he was the only eye.

The last Nackle alien had reached the edge of the rooftop railing, the cold metallic touch almost bringing it to tears of joy. If it could just climb over this railing and slide down the drainpipe, it could escape! Its claws were already on the top of the railing, the rough surface chafing its palms painfully, but this pain was nothing compared to its will to survive.

The thick fog still churned behind it, and the screams of its companions seemed to still echo in its ears, but it dared not turn back, straining with all its might to lift itself upwards. Finally, a sliver of light appeared in its vision—streetlights, twinkling like life-saving stars.

Just as half of its body peeked out of the railing—

"Whoosh!"

A whooshing sound broke through the thick fog.

Before the Nackle alien could react, a tearing pain suddenly shot through its back. Looking down, its pupils contracted sharply—the head of an entrenching tool was protruding from its chest, its warm green blood dripping from the cold metal.

The shovel looked as if it had grown out of the thick fog, with several strips of cloth wrapped around the end of its handle, swaying gently in the wind.

The excruciating pain nearly suffocated it; its body was pinned to the railing by the sudden force, unable to move. Immediately afterward, a tremendous pulling force came from the shovel handle, as if an invisible hand was dragging it through the thick fog.

"Do not--!"

It let out a desperate roar, its claws digging into the railing until its knuckles turned white from the effort. But the force was too great; the railing creaked and groaned as it was pulled, finally snapping with a loud crash.

Losing his balance, he was pulled backward by the shovel and crashed heavily into the all-consuming fog. The faint light in his vision vanished quickly, leaving only the excruciating pain of the shovel head piercing his body and the whistling wind in his ears.

It could feel itself being dragged deeper into the fog, the pebbles on the ground cutting its skin and leaving streaks of blood. The last thing it saw was Cui Ming's figure slowly emerging from the fog, gripping the shovel handle as if dragging an insignificant piece of trash, his eyes eerily calm.

"Pfft."

His body was pulled deeper into the fog, even his final scream was swallowed by the thick fog, leaving only the echo of the breaking railing lingering on the empty rooftop. (End of Chapter)