Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

"Captain, what do we do with this guy?" Aragaki scratched his head, looking at the obediently sitting Heltz in front of him, his face full of helplessness. Although this big guy wasn't causing any trouble, and occasionally just looked around curiously, it was still a huge monster after all. Who could guarantee that it wouldn't suddenly go out of control? The destructive power it would cause was terrifying to even think about. Aragaki really couldn't make up his mind, so he could only ask Cui Ming for help.

Heltz seemed to sense the gaze of the desolate ruins. It turned its head, its huge eyes filled with confusion and innocence, as if asking itself what to do next. It sat quietly in an open space, the surrounding buildings appearing extremely small against its massive body. A gentle breeze blew, causing its fur to sway softly.

"Is there any response from the Medusa constellation?" Cui Ming crossed his arms, his expression grave, his gaze also fixed on Heltz as he pondered a solution. Heltz was from the Medusa constellation and had been forced to flee to Earth due to the war. Now that the Medusa aliens had been dealt with, Heltz's resettlement remained a thorny issue.

"They said they wanted to pay humans to keep an eye on things... The Medusa constellation is still at war." Misato rushed over with a stack of documents, quickly reporting. The documents detailed the situation in the Medusa constellation: various forces were constantly fighting, war raged, and the entire constellation was in chaos, with no time to attend to Heltz.

"Hmm... they'll be fighting for a while, neither side really breaking through the other's defenses..." Cui Ming was speechless. He couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement after hearing this. According to intelligence, the war in the Medusa constellation has reached a stalemate. Both sides are exchanging blows and have their own defensive measures. Neither side can easily break through the other's defenses. It's unknown how long this war will last.

A moment of silence fell over everyone; faced with this situation, no one knew what to do. The Medusa constellation people were whipping each other, their fighting style peculiar and bizarre. According to the records, this battle was fought without any strategy. No one knew what they were thinking. Did they really find some unique pleasure in whipping each other? Had they developed some strange fetish while fighting? Cui Ming secretly grumbled to himself, but despite his complaints, the problem with Heltz still needed to be solved.

"Let's find a safe place to settle Heltz first, strengthen its guard, and keep a close eye on its every move." After a moment's thought, Cui Ming gave the order. For now, they could only take it one step at a time. Before the situation in the Medusa constellation became clear, Earth had to take on the responsibility of taking care of Heltz, ensuring that it would not pose a threat to humanity, nor would it be harmed again.

After urgent consultations by the Setter team, an abandoned volcanic island in the central Pacific Ocean was ultimately selected as Hales's resettlement site. Surrounded by coral reefs and maintaining a safe distance from the continental shelf, the island would neither interfere with human activities nor hinder human activity, while still providing ample space for movement.

The engineering team spent three days building an energy barrier, a pale blue light membrane forming a hemispherical shield around the island. When the transport ship brought Hales to the island, the guy just curiously rubbed his nose against the light membrane, and after finding that he couldn't break it, he obediently walked to the flat area on the edge of the crater, curled up, and began to doze off.

The monitoring station's cameras recorded some interesting scenes: Halz's daily routine was as predictable as a retired old man's—sunbathing in the morning, drinking water from the volcanic lake at noon, rolling around on the beach in the evening, and sleeping almost the entire rest of the time. It never touched the energy barrier and would even deliberately avoid the monitoring drones, as if it knew these were things not to be trifled with.

Araki munched on compressed biscuits in the monitoring room, chuckling as he watched Heltz fast asleep on the screen: "This big guy is even easier to manage than my cat; at least he doesn't scratch the sofa in the middle of the night." The technician next to him was adjusting the sound wave detector, and the brainwave spectrum on the screen was as smooth as a straight line: "The data shows that its emotional fluctuations are zero. It seems that it really has no ambition and is content as long as it can sleep peacefully."

When Misato delivered the latest remittance slip from the Medusa constellation, she happened to see Hale yawning with his head buried in volcanic ash. "Look at him, he doesn't look like a destructive monster at all," she poked the furry back on the screen. "By the time the Medusa constellation finishes its war, this guy will probably be a fossil here." Cui Ming stood in front of the control panel, looking at the shield's energy consumption curve—the value was almost negligible. He remembered when he first met Hale, how this guy was trembling with fear as he was chased by the Medusa aliens, and compared it to his current clumsy state with his legs in the air and his belly exposed, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

“At least we saved on ammunition costs.” He turned off the monitor and walked toward the armory. “Notify logistics to replace the sedatives prepared for Hales with nutritional supplements. Don’t let her get too thin. Medusa Constellation is waiting to pay for her custody.”

Deep within the island, Hales smacked its lips in its sleep, its tail tip gently sweeping across the ground, kicking up a trail of fine volcanic pebbles. For it, the grand cosmic wars were irrelevant; a quiet place to nap was its best refuge.

Of course, it also has neighbors.
Mornings on Pacific volcanic islands are always accompanied by a salty, damp sea breeze. Just as Hales pulled his head out of the volcanic ash, he heard a familiar whistling sound in the distance—King Tosta and his little Tostas were skimming across the sea, the sound of their wings cutting through the morning mist more punctual than any alarm from a monitoring station.

"This guy is more punctual than a deliveryman." Aragaki was munching on a sandwich in the monitoring room, watching King Tosta skim low over the energy shield on the screen, the spray he created splashing water onto Heltz's ears. Startled awake, Heltz shook his head, not angry at all, but instead excitedly rolled around on the spot, his massive body causing the ground to sink half a meter.

The baby Tostas jumped off their parents' backs like beanbags, some swinging on Heltz's ears, others munching on its paws and chewing on volcanic rocks—these little guys always used Heltz's scales as chew stones. King Tosta, meanwhile, brought a mouthful of seaweed and piled it in front of Heltz, as if sharing breakfast.

When Misato came in with the nutrient supply list, she saw Halz tossing Little Tosta into the air with his tail and catching him steadily. "Look at them, they don't look like space monsters at all, they're clearly a bunch of kindergarten kids." She laughed and pointed to the screen. "Last week, King Tosta even helped us clean the seaweed off the energy shield, saving us a lot of maintenance costs."

Cui Ming stood atop the observation tower, gazing at the churning waves over the distant islands and the occasional fleeting shadows of beasts. A report came through the communicator: the security fee for the Medusa constellation had arrived, enough to buy Hale six months' worth of volcanic ash. He recalled the first time he met Hale, the massive creature huddled trembling in a container, and then looked at him now, rubbing his face against King Tosta's. Suddenly, he felt that the things of the universe were sometimes more wondrous than the weapon specifications of the EDF.

As the setting sun painted the sea a golden-red hue, King Tosta and his children prepared to return home. Heltz nudged the glowing coral he had collected with his nose, as if bidding it farewell. The waves outside the energy shield gradually subsided, and the island returned to tranquility. However, in the surveillance footage, Heltz's curled-up posture was noticeably more relaxed than when he slept alone.

"At least I don't have to worry about it getting psychologically stressed anymore." Cui Ming turned off the terminal, turned around and walked towards the cafeteria. "Let's add some dishes tonight to celebrate having a few more 'unofficial neighbors'." (End of Chapter)