Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

"What do you think of the Walkman?" Cui Ming leaned back on the sofa, looking at Ye Fu who was sitting quietly not far away, and asked, his tone implying that he wanted to find someone to discuss it with.

"." Ye Fu did not respond, but just hovered there quietly, as if he had not heard Cui Ming's words.

Seeing that Ye Fu ignored him, Cui Ming was not discouraged and wanted to say something more, but Ye Fu directly changed the song playing and interrupted him with a new melody, obviously not wanting to talk to him.

"Walkman, this is really inappropriate of you," Cui Ming said, feigning grievance, but with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

Ye Fu remained unmoved, showing not even the slightest ripple, seemingly having no desire to speak further. Ye Fu truly didn't understand such grand and complex matters as hope and despair! It felt like a mirror, reflecting whatever others did to it, having nothing to do with those ethereal concepts of hope and despair.

You two are destined to fight each other; it's your fate. Even if I get involved, I'll probably just be a spectator, unable to help, and there's no need for me to get involved. However, Ye Fu still felt that Cui Ming was still the same as ever. Seeing such a terrifying aura of despair, his first thought wasn't fear, but rather to fight it. This drive and ruthlessness hadn't changed at all over the years.

That's true. The other side has already blatantly exposed their hostility, and they've positioned themselves as representatives of despair. Of course, a fight is inevitable. Cui Ming is never one to sit idly by and wait to die. Tsk, whatever, that's their business. I'll just quietly be an observer and listen to some music.

However, Ye Fu still found it quite absurd. It could vaguely sense some distant information. It seemed that the world on the other side of Despair Zetton was intentionally buying it time so that it could grow up quickly. Otherwise, given Cui Ming's nature of wanting to resolve trouble immediately, the battle would probably end before Zetton even took shape.

"How terrifying," Ye Fu thought to herself. "As expected of you, Cui Ming. Even when faced with such a powerful potential threat, your mind remains so direct and ruthless." It shook its core-like part, then continued to immerse itself in the music, putting these complex thoughts behind it.

In Ye Fu's opinion, Cui Ming was also quite contradictory.

Ye Fu could clearly sense that deep down, Cui Ming actually longed for a peaceful life. That's right, the kind of life where he could live a stable and secure life, preferably as a wealthy person, without having to worry about monsters and enemies every day, and simply enjoying his comfortable life.

But the reality is that Cui Ming is now more like a war maniac than anyone else. Whenever an enemy appears, he is always the first to rush forward, his fighting spirit impossible to hide. Fortunately, he is not too extreme and does not actively provoke trouble, but if anyone dares to provoke him, he will definitely retaliate tenfold.

However, Ye Fu felt that there wasn't a single normal person in Cui Ming's household. From Tyrant, who could tear apart his own kind, to Taro, who loved to self-destruct, occasionally dropping by, plus Cui Ming's own contradictory nature of wanting to lie down yet loving to fight, the whole atmosphere exuded a strange aura. Oh well, that was their business. She was just an entity called "Walkman," a simple mirror, and it was already quite good that she could compete with Cui Ming for the right to play music.

Meanwhile, Cui Ming was lying on the training room floor, sketching and writing on paper, preparing his special training plan. The aura emanating from Zetton, representing despair, kept replaying in his mind, his gaze growing increasingly solemn. "Terrible despair," Cui Ming muttered to himself, his fingertips rapidly sketching various battle scenarios and countermeasures on the paper. "I'll be facing that thing then; I have to consider all sorts of situations, like whether it will affect my ability to transform into Ultraman."

He paused for a moment, then suddenly a smile of excitement appeared on his lips: "If that's really the case, wouldn't that be even better!"

Cui Ming, also known as Storm One Cui Ming, has never been best at transforming into Ultraman to fight. For him, transformation is merely adding another fighting method; what he truly relies on for survival and victory has always been his own strength. Whether it's his precise and ruthless fighting skills, his endless tactical strategies, or the formidable physique honed through years of combat, these are all his most reliable weapons.

So what if he can't transform? He can still pick up a weapon and charge forward, and he can still beat the enemy down in his own way. Cui Ming slapped the table, threw the paper full of plans aside, got up and stretched his limbs, his bones cracking and popping.

Suddenly, he started to get excited. Cui Ming paused in his stretching, feeling the surge of heat within him, and couldn't help but smile.

There was no way around it; this enemy was different from the previous ones. It wasn't one of those simple-minded monsters that just charged around recklessly, nor was it one of those scheming aliens with ulterior motives. Instead, it was a monster that truly represented despair, a being capable of shattering a person's will from the very depths of their soul.

And for myself, through countless reincarnations, isn't my true enemy despair?

Cui Ming walked to the training equipment and slammed his fist into the heavy alloy target, causing it to dent instantly. He recalled those dark and hopeless days in the cycle of reincarnation, the moments when he fought to the point of exhaustion, watching his comrades fall helplessly, and the despair of giving his all but still seeing no hope.

His true greatest enemy wasn't the overwhelming swarms of drones; no matter how dense they were, he could find weaknesses and defeat them one by one. It wasn't the hordes of gigantic monsters; no matter how ferocious they were, he could outmaneuver them with skill and courage. Nor was it the wildly evolving sirens; no matter how unpredictable they were, he could figure out their patterns and find their weaknesses. What truly suffocated him and nearly crushed him was the endless despair, the powerless feeling that no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't escape his fate.

And now, this guy who represents despair has stepped forward on his own initiative; it's almost like a destined showdown.

"Since you represent despair, then I will tear you apart with my own hands and show you what an indomitable will is!"

Cui Ming spoke in a low voice, his aura growing ever stronger. He felt no fear in facing this enemy; on the contrary, he was filled with fighting spirit. He knew that this battle was not only to prevent the enemy from bringing destruction, but also to defeat the true enemy who had plagued him through countless reincarnations. (End of Chapter)