Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

The Terraristian wanted to cry, really wanted to cry.
Damn it, what an animal! Absolutely inhuman!

How come there's another one here?!

Although this one wasn't as many aliens as I'd killed, it wasn't anything good either!

This thing's killing intent is twisted!
Looking at the dark Faust before him, the Terrarist aliens truly wept.

Damn it.
Did I not consult a fortune teller before I went out?
Dark Faust drew her sword and slowly walked towards the Tilorist alien. Intense dark energy surged around her, churning wildly like black flames, staining the surrounding space inky black. With each step Dark Faust took, a ring of eerie purple light emanated from beneath her feet, as if announcing her impending death.

"Damn it! You bunch of bastards! Don't underestimate me!!!" At this moment, the Terraristian was completely panicked. Its voice trembled with fear, yet it still tried to bolster its courage with a roar. It brandished the Terraristian Sword, the blade slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound. However, this seemingly ferocious act was nothing more than its desperate struggle in a hopeless situation.

Dark Faust ignored the Talorist's clamor, her gaze fixed intently on him, cold and cruel, like a predator eyeing its prey. In her eyes, the Talorist was nothing more than a lamb to the slaughter, unable to escape death no matter how much he struggled.

Suddenly, Dark Faust flashed forward like a black lightning bolt, charging towards the Tilorist alien. She raised her sword high, imbued with boundless dark power, and slashed down fiercely at the Tilorist alien. The Tilorist alien's eyes widened in terror, and it hastily used its Tilorist sword to block. A deafening clang, like the tolling of a great bell, resounded. The powerful impact numbed the Tilorist alien's arm, and its body was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Dark Faust gave the Tilorist alien no chance to breathe. She spun in mid-air, unleashing the Eight Leaves One Blade Style taught to her by Cui Ming. Her sword flashed like a whirlwind, carrying an unstoppable momentum as she attacked the Tilorist alien once more. The Eight Leaves One Blade Style was already exceptionally sharp, but Dark Faust's execution, infused with her own twisted and intense killing intent, amplified its power even further.

Seeing this, the Talorist alien felt a surge of despair. It desperately swung its Talorist sword, attempting to fend off Dark Faust's attack. But against Dark Faust's overwhelming power, its resistance seemed utterly futile. Dark Faust's blade flashed like a black sun, illuminating the battlefield but also utterly severing the Talorist alien's path to survival.

Just as the Tilorist alien was struggling to defend itself, Dark Faust seized the opportunity. His sword instantly transformed into a crimson phantom—the fourth form of the Eight Leaves One Sword Style, "Red Leaf Cutter"! Dark Faust's body, like a black phantom, spun rapidly around the Tilorist alien, his sword striking repeatedly at incredible speed. In an instant, countless flashes of sword light appeared, each carrying destructive power, as if to slice the surrounding space into fragments.

"No—" The Terrarist alien let out a desperate scream, but its voice was quickly drowned out by the flashing blades. Under the terrifying, multi-stage continuous slashes of Red Leaf Cutter, the Terrarist alien's body was instantly sliced ​​into countless pieces, and dark green blood splattered everywhere, forming a bizarre and bloody scene in the dark universe.

The sword of Tilorist in its hand shattered along with its body, scattering into space as if telling the story of the battle's cruelty. Dark Faust slowly came to a stop, the dark energy around her gradually receding. She looked at the remains of the Tilorist alien before her, her eyes filled with no pity, only endless coldness. Then, she reached out, and a relatively intact blade flew from the fragments of the Tilorist sword, landing in her hand. She examined the blade, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, as if anticipating reforging it into a powerful weapon of her own.

As the Tilorist aliens crumbled into pieces and their dark green blood scattered throughout the universe, a colossal figure hurtled towards them amidst the whistling wind—it was Tyrant. In its powerful claws, it held a massive piece of roasted meat, seemingly found from nowhere, the meat still radiating heat, creating a unique warm zone in the frigid environment of space.

"It's cut pretty well. By the way, is it edible?" Tyrant asked in a deep, resonant voice, carrying a hint of curiosity and doubt. As it spoke, it turned its mountain-like head toward Cui Ming's direction, its enormous red eyes gleaming with inquiry.

"Give it to me, I'll give it a try." Cui Ming said calmly, glancing at the roasted meat in Tyrant's hand. He had little interest in it himself, but since Tyrant wanted to eat it, he might as well give it a try, Cui Ming thought to himself, a hint of indulgence in his eyes.

At this moment, the dark energy surrounding Dark Faust gradually dissipated, and Saeko Busujima returned to her original form. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and the excitement of the battle still lingered in her eyes. With light steps, she happily ran to Choi Myō's side and affectionately called out, "Sensei."

Choi Myung looked at Saeko in front of him with a gentle smile and praised her, "Well done, Saeko."

Saeko's eyes were filled with joy at receiving her teacher's approval. She stepped forward, gently hugged Choimei, and said softly, "I'll leave the knife to you, teacher."

“No problem.” Choi Myung reached out and patted Saeko’s head, his eyes full of affection.

Saeko tiptoed slightly and whispered in Choi Myung's ear, her voice tinged with shyness and anticipation, "Also... I bought some new clothes, so please look forward to tonight." As she finished speaking, her cheeks grew even hotter, and she secretly glanced at Choi Myung's reaction.

Meanwhile, Tyrant had no interest in the little interaction between the two. It was happily tearing at the roasted meat in its hands, chunks of meat rolling between its massive fangs before being swallowed in no time. As it ate, the intimate scene between Saeko and Choi flashed through Tyrant's mind, and it couldn't help but mutter to itself, 'Humans are truly amazing. At least I don't need to perform backflips or anything like that.' Lost in thought, it stuffed another large piece of roasted meat into its mouth and continued to enjoy its meal, completely oblivious to the lingering atmosphere of battle around it. (End of Chapter)