Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Taro's reputation has risen.
Don't ask if his reputation is good or bad; just tell me if he's made it big. The answer is definitely yes. Who in the universe doesn't know Ultraman Taro from the Land of Light who loves to self-destruct? Everyone around him is afraid to mess with Taro! That's the truth! Whether it's space pirates or races with territorial disputes, as soon as they hear Taro's name, they subconsciously restrain their behavior, fearing that this guy will suddenly appear in front of them and put on a "self-destruction to mediate."

However, Taro's rising fame wasn't all good.
This news eventually reached the ears of someone who shouldn't have known—the Alien Emperor.

Deep within the dark cosmic fortress, the Alien Empera sat on his throne, listening to his subordinates' reports, his dark energy fluctuating slightly.

“Oh, Taro,” he said slowly, his voice low and hoarse, carrying a complex emotion that was hard to describe.

Emperor Alien's expression... it's hard to keep a straight face. As a long-time enemy of the Land of Light, having clashed with it many times, he is naturally familiar with Taro, the son of Father of Ultra.

Taro, the son of his old rival, was, in a sense, quite a jerk, the Alien Empera thought to himself.

Back when he fought the Father of Ultra in the dream world, Taro was just a young Ultraman. Although he was brave, his style of doing things was still quite conventional. Although he also used self-destruction... well, that thing has never been a good thing!

They actually made a name for themselves in the universe by self-destructing, a move that left the Aliens of Emperor, who were used to head-on confrontations, somewhat dumbfounded.

He recalled his battles with Father of Ultra, each one a fierce clash between light and darkness, a direct contest of power and will.

But Taro, that kid, doesn't play by the rules. He solves problems in an almost rogue way, and actually makes quite a few aliens submit.

"Hmph, he's completely different from his father." Alien Emperor sneered, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes, but more so a scrutinizing gaze as if he had met his match. He knew that Taro's unconventional style was perhaps even more troublesome than Father of Ultra's straightforward, fair-weather fighting style.

However, Alien Emperor wasn't too concerned. In his view, while Taro's method was strange, it ultimately wasn't enough to pose a real threat to him. He just hadn't expected that the son of Father of Ultra would choose such an unconventional path.

"Keep an eye on him," Alien Empera ordered his subordinates. "Let's see what tricks this Taro has up his sleeve."

On the dark throne, Alien Empera fell silent once more, his gaze fixed on the Land of Light, his eyes deep and unfathomable. No one knew what he was thinking. Meanwhile, far away in the Land of Light, Taro was still tirelessly pursuing his "self-destruction for peace" cause, completely unaware that he had been targeted by the dark emperor.

Alien Empera fought Taro in Choi Myung's dream before.
So, he really didn't want to recall that damned monster. Taro's endless self-destruction in his dream still made his temples throb whenever he thought about it.

Damn it, Ultraman Taro can do this in the real world now?! The dark energy around Alien Empera surged violently, and the air around the throne seemed to freeze.

Then his Impreza army was in trouble.
He had absolute confidence in his peerless Iron God, Impreza. Impreza was made entirely of incredibly tough metal, with terrifying hardness. Even if hit directly by an Ultra Warrior's finishing beam, it would not cause any serious damage. Moreover, it had self-repairing abilities, able to regenerate even if blown to pieces, and its arms could be upgraded into powerful weapons.

Impreza can travel at high speed through space in the form of dark red fireballs, enabling interstellar travel; the cannons equipped on its two shoulders can fire powerful fireballs at extremely high speeds and can fire continuously, with a guided effect, so even if they are dodged, they will still pursue relentlessly, and a few shots can severely injure Ultraman, and in continuous fire mode, they can easily break through Ultraman's barrier; the triple Gatling gun equipped on its head fires yellow electron beams after the three "eye"-like muzzles rotate, and the power is comparable to Ultraman Taro's Strium Ray.

Its armor is forged from a hard, unknown metal, providing impenetrable defense. Its self-repair capabilities are formidable; severing its arms is nothing to it, and even if shattered, it can quickly regenerate as long as there's enough wreckage. It can also use an energy ring surrounding its body for spatial teleportation, allowing it to go wherever it wants. It once used this to escape GUYS's gravity deflection plate during combat, and can also be used to evade attacks and ambush opponents. As a robot, Impreza can rotate its upper body 360° at high speed, simultaneously opening all its cannons to unleash the indiscriminate bombardment "Wheel of Destruction," capable of turning a certain area into ruins. Its mechanical arms can also transform into the Emperor's Sword—a giant sword with a sharpness comparable to an Ultraman's lightsaber—or a launcher for drill-shaped missiles, thereby enhancing its combat capabilities.

The problem is that Taro seems to prefer self-destruction these days. No matter how tough Impreza is, can it withstand Taro's ability to explode again after being reduced to fragments? No matter how strong its self-repairing ability is, how can it repair itself if Taro blasts it to smithereens? The more Emperor Alien thought about it, the heavier his heart became. He had originally thought Impreza could be his weapon for conquering the universe, but now it seemed that it would likely stumble in the face of Taro's outrageous self-destruction.

"Damn Taro!" Emperor Alien gritted his teeth and growled, dark energy gathering and dissipating in his palm. He could even picture Impreza being blown to pieces by Taro, barely managing to repair it before being overturned by a secondary explosion from the debris. This wasn't a war; it was pure torture.

Alien Empera stared at the three standing below, his dark energy fluctuating slightly due to his inner turmoil. "Mefilas, Desrem, Grozam," he spoke slowly, his voice echoing in the empty hall, "Which of you three is willing to go and meet that Taro fellow?"

As the words fell, a deathly silence descended upon the hall. The Mefilas alien stood with his hands behind his back, his usually calculating face now expressionless, his eyes lowered as if studying the ground beneath his feet. Desrem crossed his arms, his thick arm muscles taut. He slightly turned his head, glancing into the shadows of the hall, seemingly pondering something trivial, showing no intention of speaking. Grozam, meanwhile, had his hands tucked into his cloak, his lips pressed tightly together, his icy eyes fixed elsewhere, as if he hadn't heard the Empera alien's question.

The three Dark Lords, usually renowned throughout the universe, all chose to remain silent. They knew all too well how disgusting Taro was, this ultimate freak. The Mefilas aliens were skilled in psychological warfare and cunning, but against an opponent who started by self-destructing, all their strategies seemed pale and powerless—you can't reason with a ball of exploding light particles, can you? Desrem was known for his strength and destructive power, but no matter how powerful his punches were, he couldn't withstand Taro's repeated explosions, and the fragments could keep exploding—it was simply a shameless tactic. Grozam could control extreme cold and freeze everything, but the high temperature generated by Taro's self-destruction could instantly melt his ice barrier, not to mention the chain explosions that didn't give anyone a chance to freeze.

In Cui Ming's dream last time, they had all witnessed the power of Taro's self-destruction to varying degrees. That kind of madness that disregarded the laws of physics still sent chills down their spines. If the real Taro were to actually do that, going against him would be nothing short of torture.

Seeing the three of them remain silent, Emperor Alien's anger flared even more, yet he couldn't vent it. He knew these three weren't cowards; they were genuinely disgusted by Taro's outrageous fighting style.

"A bunch of useless trash!" Emperor Alien cursed under his breath, waving his hand to signal them to leave. He was once again alone in the hall. In the darkness, his clenched fist slowly loosened, his eyes filled with resentment and helplessness. Even his three most capable subordinates avoided Taro like the plague; this Taro was truly a headache.

The Ambella aliens thought that fighting with Cui Ming was definitely more fun.
He's at least stronger than Taro, that ultimate dung monster.

Emperor Alien sat alone on his dark throne, irritably dispersing the surging dark energy around him. The silence of his three subordinates earlier pierced his heart like a thorn.

It was definitely more fun fighting Choi Myung.
At least it's better than facing that ultimate dung monster, Taro. Alien Empera narrowed his eyes, the image of his fight with Choi Ming flashing through his mind. Choi Ming's fighting style was ruthless and direct, every move deadly, each collision filled with a contest of power and skill. That kind of bone-crunching confrontation, that life-or-death struggle, although dangerous, allowed him to feel the true thrill of combat.

Although Cui Ming was powerful, his fighting style was logical. Every attack was predictable, and every defense was methodical. Even when cornered by Cui Ming, the Alien Emperor could clearly feel the clash of their strengths, and even in defeat, he understood the reason for his loss.

But what about Taro? That guy's self-destruction was a blasphemy against battle. It was chaotic, illogical, a complete cheat. You never knew when he'd explode, or what new tricks he'd pull afterward. That feeling of powerlessness was more frustrating than facing the strongest enemy.

Alien Empera slammed his fist heavily on the armrest of the throne, making a dull thud. Fighting with Triumph, even if he was covered in wounds, he could still feel respect—the recognition of one strong by another. But facing Taro, he only felt disgust and anger.

"Storm One. Cui Ming," Alien Empera murmured the name, a complex glint in his eyes. Perhaps, he should find another opportunity to have a proper fight with Storm One. At least that way, he could regain his dignity as a warrior, which was better than being driven to a mental breakdown by Taro's self-destruction.

Then Ambera remembered what his intelligence department had told him.
Regarding the Earthlings' desire for Cui Ming to have more children.
Alien Empera was taken aback for a moment, a hint of surprise flashing in his dark pupils as he seemed to be processing this somewhat outlandish information. He sat on his throne, his fingers unconsciously tapping the armrests, dark energy swaying gently with his movements.

A moment later, the corners of his tightly pressed lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile. These Earthlings have a good idea!
Alien Emperor secretly cheered. He had witnessed Cui Ming's strength firsthand; he was powerful, brave, and his fights were exhilarating—a rare and formidable opponent. If Cui Ming could have more children who inherited his fighting talent, wouldn't that mean there would be many more powerful individuals like Cui Ming in the future?
Wouldn't he have more opponents to fight then? The thought made Alien Empera's blood boil. He was tired of those weak opponents and fed up with Taro's shameless self-destruction tactics. Only by fighting a strong opponent like Choi Myung could he feel the true meaning of battle and rekindle the flames of his long-dormant warrior heart.

He could almost see the future unfold: Cui Ming's children would grow up one by one, like young beasts, possessing a similar ruthlessness and strength to Cui Ming, and challenge him. Then, he could fight to his heart's content, one match after another, without having to worry about finding worthy opponents.

"Interesting. Very interesting," Alien Empera murmured, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He even began to consider whether to secretly "help" Cui Ming, making this idea a reality sooner. After all, the more powerful the opponents, the more exciting the battles, which would be a huge boon for him.

The dark energy surrounding the throne seemed to sense his excitement, becoming more active and flowing merrily throughout the hall. Emperor Alien leaned back on the throne, imagining the future battles against Choi and his descendants, his smile growing ever wider.

Beings at the level of Alien Empera are not afraid of strong enemies; on the contrary, they need a strong enemy to keep them from being lonely.

In the dark abyss of the universe, few beings could rival him. For a long time, he sat on his cold throne, looking down upon the cosmic races that bowed down to him, his loneliness growing wildly like vines. Father of Ultra was once an opponent he acknowledged, but after that protracted war, both sides fell into silence, and it was difficult to have such an evenly matched clash again.

It wasn't until Cui Ming appeared that he rediscovered the meaning of battle. Every punch and counterattack from Cui Ming carried an unwavering determination; his unconventional yet highly lethal fighting style always ignited his competitive spirit. When fighting Cui Ming, he didn't need to suppress his power, nor did he need to worry about whether his opponent would crumble instantly; he could simply unleash his full potential and enjoy the exhilarating feeling of facing a worthy opponent.

So the excitement in the hearts of the Alien Empera when they thought about how Earthlings hoped Choming would have many children was no accident. One Choming was already so interesting; if there were several more descendants who inherited his bloodline and fighting power, how lively would the future cosmic battlefields be?

He even began to elaborate on those imagined scenarios: perhaps a child would inherit Cui Ming's keenness, adept at finding weaknesses in the shadows; perhaps a child would inherit that ferocity, fighting even more recklessly than Cui Ming; or perhaps a child would perfectly integrate technology and combat power, wielding various combat techniques like wielding a weapon.

"I hope they're all as troublesome as him." The dark energy at the fingertips of the Alien Empera suddenly condensed into a small ball of light, which he then casually crushed. He had been lonely for too long; he desperately needed this kind of "anticipation" to fill the long years of his reign. The stronger the enemy, the more he could feel truly "alive," rather than like a cold statue, slowly decaying in the darkness. (End of Chapter)