Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Tyrant, a tyrant monster synthesized from Cui Ming's fighting device. In a sense, it can be considered a fighting monster created by Earthlings themselves.

Its strength is immense, extremely strong. How strong? It's at the level where it could fight five Ultra Brothers before their power-ups, a level of strength that would definitely place it among the top monsters.

Right now, this incredibly powerful monster is inside the EDF base, engrossed in devouring a huge pile of meat. Thanks to the shrinking technology, its originally enormous body has become small and compact, allowing it to move freely within the base; otherwise, it would have taken up most of the space. The shrinking technology is truly useful! Watching Tyrant wolf down its food, the soldiers around couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

"Speaking of which, Tyrant, you've fused with so many monsters. Aren't you embarrassed to see those Ultramen who defeated your fusion materials?" a sergeant couldn't help but ask curiously, his eyes fixed on Tyrant, wanting to see how this powerful monster would react.

When Tyrant heard the sergeant's question, it looked up and shook its head, its mouth still stuffed with meat, and mumbled, "It's not embarrassing. They're the ones who lost, what does it have to do with me?" Its tone was matter-of-fact, as if it were the simplest of truths. In its view, those defeated by Ultraman were merely individual monsters, while it was a completely new composite being; the two were fundamentally different.

Furthermore, Tyrant felt there was something wrong with its fusion. The data clearly stated that Red King's power came from his arms, but when fused to its own body, that power was concentrated in its feet. This frustrated it somewhat; whenever it wanted to unleash its full power, it felt awkward using its feet. If it used its arms, it could definitely unleash even greater power. It shook its head, dismissing this minor dissatisfaction, and continued enjoying its meal. After all, a full stomach was essential for fighting; who cared where the power was located, as long as it could fight?

Meanwhile, a Tyrant was born in space. This cosmic Tyrant was completely different from the one in the EDF base. It wasn't synthesized from Cui Ming's fighting device, but rather was born in a chaotic region of space from the accidental fusion of the remains and energy of various powerful monsters. From its birth, it possessed a violent aura and was extremely aggressive towards everything around it.

This cosmic Tyrant is much larger, its body covered in hard scales that shimmer with a dark luster. The monster material it inherited seems to be more mixed, containing not only the power of Red King, but also the ramming force of Gomora and the teleportation ability of Zetton. However, these abilities are extremely unstable in it, sometimes bursting out with astonishing power, and sometimes going out of control.

It rampaged through the universe, shattering numerous asteroids in its path. Unlike the Tyrants at the EDF base, it didn't have a clear affiliation; it was more like a disruptive force operating outside of order, causing considerable panic wherever it went. Various forces in the universe, upon becoming aware of its presence, became vigilant, unsure of the calamities this suddenly appearing Tyrant would bring.

The main issue is that we've already seen the original Tyrant, but this suddenly appearing new Tyrant is even more frightening. Who knows what this thing is up to? Although it's not the one we know, the name Tyrant carries weight, and everyone knows that its appearance is never simple. Many forces in the universe are closely monitoring the new Tyrant's movements, all on high alert, fearing it might suddenly invade their territory and wreak havoc.

And Cui Ming also learned of this. As a seasoned veteran, Cui Ming's cosmic bar was always a good place to gather information. Many aliens liked to chat there after drinking too much, and all sorts of rumors and classified information could be gleaned from there. Among them was information about New Tyrant.

“The new Tyrant is interesting.” Cui Ming leaned against the bar, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, a playful smile playing on his lips. He turned to Tyrant beside him, who was gnawing on a large piece of steak, and asked, “What do you think?”

"Me? Boss, leave that thing to me. I'll take care of killing it, and you guys can do the research." Tyrant said vaguely without looking up, his tone full of disdain, as if dealing with the new Tyrant was the simplest thing in the world.

"No, he's still your kin, isn't he?" Cui Ming raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised by Tyrant's strong reaction.

"It's precisely because we're of the same race that we need to fight to the death." Tyrant finally raised his head, his eyes sharpening as he looked at Cui Ming earnestly. "That guy is clearly no good, causing chaos everywhere, he's a disgrace to the Tyrant race. Besides, boss, you've trained me for so long, you should let me find a decent opponent to practice against, right? Perfect, let it be my whetstone!"

Seeing Tyrant's eager expression, Cui Ming smiled but said nothing more. He knew Tyrant's personality; seemingly carefree, he actually had a very strong sense of pride and wouldn't tolerate anyone tarnishing the "Tyrant" name. Besides, this new Tyrant was indeed a problem, so sending his own Tyrant to meet it wasn't a bad idea.

"Alright, then I'll leave this to you." Cui Ming picked up his wine glass and took a sip. "But don't overdo it. If you can't win, come back and call for backup. Don't try to tough it out."

"Don't worry, boss, I'll definitely beat it to a pulp!" Tyrant patted his chest and said confidently. After speaking, he lowered his head and finished the rest of the steak in a few bites, as if he couldn't wait to find the new Tyrant to have a match with.

The bar was still noisy, and the aliens were still discussing how terrifying the new Tyrant was. No one knew that a contest between Tyrants was quietly brewing.

Two tigers cannot share one mountain! Unless one is male and the other female! But the problem is, you really don't know if Tyrant is male or female. After all, who knows if the materials that make it up are both male and female? Maybe this new Tyrant and the one next to you can't be defined by conventional gender at all.

Listening to Tyrant's spirited words, Cui Ming suddenly had this thought and couldn't help but chuckle. He looked at Tyrant and teased, "Tell me, if that new Tyrant were a different gender from you, would you still be able to bring yourself to hit him so hard?"

Tyrant paused, seemingly surprised by Cui Ming's question. It tilted its head, thinking for a long time before finally saying in a muffled voice, "Who cares what gender it is? If it dares to tarnish Tyrant's reputation, I'll beat it up anyway! Besides, who knows what its true nature is? Maybe during the fusion, both male and female characteristics were mixed up. There's no need to be so particular." Cui Ming didn't intend to hide the appearance of the new Tyrant in the universe and immediately informed the Land of Light. After all, just looking at its appearance and past history, it was clear that Tyrant harbored a deep-seated grudge against the Land of Light. Who knew what this newly emerged Tyrant was up to? If it was plotting something malicious and wanted to cause trouble for the Land of Light, that would be no laughing matter.

Therefore, the most urgent task is to inform Taylor!

Taro has been busy self-destructing all over the universe lately. Yes, self-destructing again. As mentioned before, Taro really loves this move, mainly because it requires no brainpower—just swing your arm and explode! Simple and direct. Plus, Taro has been feeling like he has too much energy lately; he feels uncomfortable if he doesn't explode. Some speculate that it might be because he's been eating too well with the Seto team lately, with all sorts of high-energy supplements and delicious meals, leading to an overdose? That's why he has inexhaustible energy, which he uses to burn off through self-destruction.

When Taro received Cui Ming's message, he had just completed a "self-destruction peace-making" maneuver on a war-torn planet. He was brushing the dust off himself and asking the stunned aliens, "Are you willing to make peace now?" Cui Ming's voice came through the communicator: "Taro, a new Tyrant has appeared in space. Keep an eye out."

"Tyrant?" Taro's eyes lit up, and he instantly perked up, as if all the energy he had used up in the self-destruction had returned. "Okay, I got it! I'll go have a chat with it after I finish dealing with things here!"

Upon hearing the name "Tyrant," the alien beside him felt his recently calmed emotions surge again. Looking at Taro's eager expression, he couldn't help but feel worried for the new Tyrant. This Ultraman who loves to self-destruct, and this tyrannical monster whose gender is unknown—if they were to meet, the scene would probably be even more spectacular than the previous self-destruction.

After hanging up the call, Cui Ming looked at Tyrant beside him, who was already preparing to set off to find the new Tyrant, and shook his head helplessly: "If you two run into Taro, don't tear the universe apart."

Tyrant waved his paw without turning his head and said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, I'll deal with that imposter first, then see what that self-destructing guy is up to." After saying that, he leaped into the air and flew towards the direction where the new Tyrant had appeared.

Cui Ming's earlier guess was correct; this new Tyrant is indeed a combination of the resentment of cosmic monsters, aiming to seek revenge on the Ultramen.
The newly born Tyrant is flying towards Earth, originally intending to fight the other Ultra Brothers. It is determined to prove that it is much stronger than the legendary Tyrant who was defeated by the Ultra Brothers.

But slowly, it saw the Ultra Brothers patrolling and suddenly fell silent.

For some reason, those Ultramen who were originally just fighting and killing in its mind now seemed to have a divine quality! This made Tyrant feel inexplicably scared.

This was because Cui Ming and Ultraman talked a lot, even discussing some divine topics. Although Ultraman never considered himself a god, seeing himself merely as a warrior protecting the universe, these conversations solidified his path—helping more lives in need. At that moment, Ultraman seemed to undergo a kind of transcendence, radiating a calm and resolute aura.

The original Ultraman is currently in the air above a planet that has been hit by a meteorite.

Faced with the massive meteorite, it unleashed the Specium Ray, which shone with golden light!
Then the meteorite shattered.
The light he used to clear away the rubble seemed gentle, but Tyrant saw it clearly—wherever the light swept, meteorites harder than steel instantly turned to dust, leaving not a trace. Even more terrifying, when a giant meteorite powerful enough to destroy half a planet hurtled towards it, the First Generation simply extended his palm and gently pushed it away. The meteorite seemed to have hit an invisible wall of steel, instantly halting before slowly shattering into harmless fragments. Tyrant felt its heart skip a beat. If that light had hit it, it probably wouldn't even be left with ashes. It quickly dodged to the side, afraid of being noticed by the First Generation.

Seven's patrolling with the Tiger-like Greatsword was even more terrifying. He walked slowly, but with each step, the surrounding space seemed to tremble slightly. A foolish pirate ship tried to slip past him, but Seven didn't even turn his head. He simply swung the Greatsword behind him, and an invisible blade of energy instantly sliced ​​through the air, splitting the pirate ship in two as if it had been cut into tofu, without even a chance for the alarm to sound. Seven's sharp eyes swept around, and Tyrant quickly held his breath, feeling that his disguise was completely exposed under that gaze, as if he would be torn to pieces at any moment.

Then look at Jack. His rampage at the Nackle alien base wasn't just reckless violence. The Nackle aliens' prized energy shields were like paper under his fists, each punch leaving a hole. A destructive ray fired by a Nackle alien was caught by Jack in one go; the ray sizzled in his palm before he crushed it with his bare hands. With each punch Jack landed, the entire base shook, the hard alloy walls crumbling like putty. Tyrant, watching the force of those punches, imagined himself being hit and couldn't help but shudder. If he were to be hit like that, his bones would probably shatter into pieces.

What Tyrant saw next was even more chilling. He simply stood there, radiating a cold, murderous aura. Several reckless monsters tried to ambush him, but before they could even get close, they were sliced ​​to pieces by the beams of light shooting from Ace's eyes—the speed was too fast for them to react to. The memory of being chopped into pieces by Ace became increasingly clear in Tyrant's mind; it could almost smell the blood. Instinctively, it retreated a great distance, fearing that Ace might suddenly turn and stare at it.

The power of these Ultramen far exceeded Tyrant's imagination. Every movement they made carried earth-shattering force, and their terrifying aura made it hard for Tyrant to breathe. It hovered in the air, its previous arrogance long gone, leaving only deep fear. "Forget it, these guys are too scary," Tyrant muttered under its breath, turning around and flying away from the Ultra Brothers. Now, all it wanted was to be as far away from these terrifying Ultramen as possible.

TM's.
All of Ultraman are crazy! (End of Chapter)