Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Chapter 763 Undercover Agents Everywhere
"Damn it... Earthlings are getting more and more outrageous." Several aliens lurking nearby, hiding in the shadows, looked at the carnage of the battlefield and couldn't help but curse under their breath, their voices filled with fear. There was no way around it; the scene before them was utterly gruesome. Grosto's massive body was now burned beyond recognition, but Earth's EDF forces weren't stopping, continuing the fierce burning. Good heavens! Look at that! The raging fire was still burning wildly, billowing smoke rising and filling the entire area.

"Hiss!" The aliens gasped. Grosto was already dead beyond any doubt, wasn't EDF going too far? Ugh, so cruel! "EDF, how terrifying," the Gasts alien muttered, popping a nut into his mouth and continuing to devour it. Earth nuts were so much better—crunchy, fragrant, they made him temporarily forget his fear.

Meanwhile, some EDF members were busy dispersing the surrounding crowd. "Stop looking! Stop looking, or you'll have nightmares! And you Gatsi aliens! Especially you aliens!" one member shouted, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily to prevent any alien creatures from causing trouble. "Okay, really," the Gatsi alien scratched its head, somewhat annoyed but not daring to disobey. It was still thinking about its nut business; it needed to quickly stock up and sell more. After all, it had finally obtained its business license on Earth, and it couldn't afford to ruin it over something so small.

Since the appearance of Storm One, Cui Ming, many aliens have been forced to change their ways. There's no way around it; if they don't proactively change their behavior, Storm One will appear unexpectedly behind them like a shadowy ghost, then personally "help" them change their ways, making them deeply aware of the consequences of acting recklessly on Earth. Thinking of this, the Gatsi alien shuddered, quickly turned around, and hurried towards the direction where the nuts were being purchased, silently praying that he wouldn't have any further contact with Storm One or the EDF.

In a bustling market on Earth, a petite Pitt alien, disguised as a human girl, wandered among the stalls. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she gazed at the dazzling array of local specialties. "These Earth things are so interesting. These spices with their unique aromas, and these tempting dried fruits—if I could bring them back to Pitt, they would definitely cause quite a stir," she muttered to herself, while simultaneously keeping a watchful eye on her surroundings to make sure no one discovered her alien identity.

Not far away, a Baltan alien was also in the crowd. He was dressed as an ordinary middle-aged man, carrying several bags of specialty nuts he had just bought. "Earth nuts have a rich and mellow taste. You can't taste this deliciousness in the universe. I'll buy more to take back; maybe I can make a fortune." As he thought this, he skillfully blended into the crowd. His appearance, so well integrated into the environment, showed no sign that he came from a race that was trying to conquer the universe.

Inside a secluded apartment in the city, several Pitt aliens sat together, the table piled high with documents and electronic devices. “Sisters, although we’re behaving ourselves for now, Cui Ming’s DNA is far too important to our race,” the leader of the Pitt aliens said, frowning as she pointed to a thick strategy guide. “It says here that Cui Ming frequently appears around the EDF base. We need to find a way to get close to him without letting him and the EDF discover our intentions.”

“But that Cui Ming is too powerful. Our people tried to get close to him before, but he saw through them and threw them out.” A timid Pitt alien couldn’t help but say, his voice trembling slightly.

He's awful! He doesn't give me any face at all!

"What's there to be afraid of! With so many of us, as long as the plan is well-thought-out, we're sure to succeed." Another Pitt alien patted his chest, his eyes filled with resentment. "We'll study his daily routines first, then find the right moment to strike. Moreover, we must continue to disguise ourselves well and absolutely not let the Earthlings discover our identities. If we're targeted by Cui Ming or EDF, we'll be completely finished."

Meanwhile, on a city street, an EDF member was patrolling. As he passed a stall, the vendor, a seemingly honest-looking alien, was enthusiastically selling local specialties he'd gathered from various places. The member glanced at him casually, not noticing anything amiss. After all, under Cui Ming's intimidation, most aliens had learned to keep a low profile, disguising themselves as ordinary vendors and making a living selling Earth's products. "These days, even aliens have become so honest. But we still can't let our guard down," the member muttered to himself, continuing on his way.

These aliens living on Earth appear to have integrated into human society, either through their passion for local products or their pursuit of commercial gain. Meanwhile, the Pitt aliens are secretly plotting to capture Cui Ming. Beneath this seemingly peaceful life, undercurrents are surging.

At least that was the case for Choi Myung's family. On this seemingly ordinary day, undercurrents were swirling. Choi Myung and Camilla were enjoying a moment of peace at home when news reached Camilla that the Pitt aliens were trying to recruit him to obtain his DNA reached her ears.

"I'll go kill them." Camilla's face darkened instantly, radiating an icy aura. Her eyes seemed ready to tear those ill-intentioned Pitt aliens to pieces at any moment. After all, in her heart, Cui Ming was an existence that no one else could covet.

"Calm down! Baby, calm down! They're not causing any trouble right now, so there's no need to worry." Seeing this, Cui Ming quickly stepped forward, firmly supporting Camilla's dark face with both hands, his voice gentle and soothing, trying to calm her down.

"What kind of people are these? How dare they try to steal my man?!" Camilla was still indignant. As a dark giant from 30 million years ago, she was extremely possessive, and upon hearing this, she was even more furious.

"Yes, yes, they're definitely not classy. Okay, calm down, let's go eat." Cui Ming coaxed Camilla while pulling her towards the restaurant, hoping to distract her.

"Hmm, more desserts, please," Camilla said after a moment's thought, her emotions calming down slightly. Desserts seemed to have a magical healing effect on her.

“No problem.” Cui Ming secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Camilla could calm down, everything was negotiable. He knew in his heart that although Camilla was much more normal now, it was almost impossible for her to be completely normal after experiencing such a long and dark period.

Upon closer reflection, it's difficult to describe Choi Myung's family, including Choi Myung himself, as "normal." Katsuragi Misato, this woman from the world of *EVA*, harbors complex feelings towards her father due to his childhood experience of sacrificing his life in the only lifeboat he had given her during the Second Cataclysm, thus developing a father complex. In her eyes, Choi Myung possesses a quality that makes her feel safe and dependable, much like her past longing for her father.

Asuka is similar; her complex upbringing shaped her stubborn yet vulnerable personality, and deep down, she harbors a father complex. Choi Myung's unintentional displays of composure and care always touch the softest part of her heart. To her, Choi Myung is the one who can be like a father to her, giving her the long-lost sense of security.

Saeko Busujima, the eldest daughter of the renowned Busujima family of swordsmen, possesses exceptional swordsmanship. However, after being sexually assaulted in middle school, she discovers that she derives pleasure from violence when retaliating, realizing she has a severe bloodlust. Although this bloodlust is somewhat suppressed and guided during her relationship with Choi Myeong, the ruthlessness hidden deep within her will erupt instantly once certain boundaries are crossed.

Lindis's behavior has become increasingly unpredictable, and she has now developed a hobby of collecting monster heads. These grotesque and terrifying monster heads are like precious works of art to her, meticulously collected and displayed in a corner of her room, exuding an eerie aura. This is clearly not a hobby of a normal person. Aiba Miyuki harbors a deep-seated trauma, causing her to frequently have extreme thoughts, such as believing that she needs to kill her entire family to find relief. Cui Ming has to spend a great deal of time and energy providing her with psychological counseling, trying to help her overcome these shadows and embrace a normal life again, but this process is difficult and lengthy.

Frederick and Musashi are not human in essence; they possess unique racial thought processes and behavioral patterns, and their actions cannot be measured or understood using normal human concepts and standards. Their existence is like mysterious code from another dimension, full of unknowns and variables.

The eight-foot-tall woman and the wet crow, these two beings from urban legends and the world of yokai, seem more normal in comparison. They follow the rules of the yokai world and exist in a relatively peaceful and stable state within Choi Myung's social circle, occasionally using some yokai magic to add a touch of mystery to the house.

Looking at it this way, Balalaika, who is commanding the operations on the EDF side, is actually the most reliable. She is decisive and efficient, commanding on the battlefield with composure, meticulous in her thinking, and handles all kinds of crises with ease.

Compared to the members of Choi Myung's family, who have different personalities and experiences and are somewhat "abnormal," Balalaika's rationality and composure are particularly rare.

"Hey"

Cui Ming sighed, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Camilla and Lindis arguing heatedly over a piece of cheesecake in the living room. The eight-foot woman was smiling and handing her a tissue, while Ruya secretly pushed the piece of cheesecake from his plate toward Camilla.

There's nothing I can do; these little rascals at home, I just have to spoil them.

He leaned against the doorframe, a smile unconsciously playing on his lips. After all, none of them were the kind of troublemakers who only caused problems; they were all people who could fight side-by-side through a hail of bullets.

In Cui Ming's opinion, he was already living a good life. Although every day he had to either dismantle the Star Guide's fleet or be wary of aliens that might pop up from some corner, at least he had Lin and the others by his side.

Once, while locked in a fierce battle with the Silver Man on the far side of the moon, he collapsed from exhaustion amidst a pile of meteorites. Instead of mission reports, his mind flashed through images of Lyndis muttering about collecting the Silver Man's skull, and Camilla complaining that the desserts weren't sweet enough. It was these jumbled thoughts that spurred him to grit his teeth, get up, and blast the creature's core with his last armor-piercing round.

Although it requires endless battles, at least I still have Rin and the others by my side. With them around, I can still be a human being. I can go home after the smoke clears, smell the soup cooked by the eight-foot-tall woman, listen to Asuka and Misato Katsuragi bickering, and watch Saeko Busujima's focused profile as she wipes her katana.

Cui Ming looked down at his calloused hands, with scars on the web of his thumb that he didn't know when they had appeared. These hands had dismantled more aliens than firearms, and had seen enough blood to stain half the moat.

Although I am different now, I will no longer be as panicked by gunfire as I was when I first joined EDF, and I will no longer lose sleep over civilian casualty reports.

But as soon as I open the door and see those noisy figures, a corner of my heart softens—perhaps that's enough.

Speaking of that silver man on the moon, from which time period did he come from? Cui Ming couldn't help but picture the guy's face, but then he thought, "Never mind, I've already killed him, there's no point in dwelling on it." Cui Ming was already used to the silver man as an opponent; after all, he'd destroyed that guy countless times over the years. How many times exactly? Cui Ming scratched his head, trying hard to remember, but found he couldn't recall at all. Playing by chance was just too troublesome; every encounter felt like an unknown adventure, and no one knew what would happen next.

Throughout these long years of battle, every single day, every single second of those four years could potentially see the Star Guide's Time Fleet. After fighting so many times, Cui Ming could practically recite the Silver Man's attack animations from memory. In each battle, Cui Ming could keenly perceive the angle and force of the Silver Man's raised arm, even the subtle changes in his muscles, as if those movements were deeply etched into his mind.

Thinking of this, Cui Ming shook his head helplessly. Forget it, forget it. Kill one, and another will appear. The Star Guide's time fleet seemed endless; old enemies fell, new ones would emerge, and this battle seemed to have no end. But Cui Ming knew he bore the heavy responsibility of protecting Earth. Even if the road ahead was fraught with thorns, he could not retreat. He could only grit his teeth and continue forward in this endless battle.

although
Cui Ming was unclear; in a sense, things were actually reversed now.
The Star Guide is desperately resisting Cui Ming.
The Star Guides were also mentally devastated, and their escape also caused the boss in the Block World to be very frustrated.

Damn it! Why did you attract this thing here?!
(End of this chapter)