Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Gongoros was almost in tears. He could accept being caught, since he hadn't reported it first, but he needed to hurry up and kill or torture the person he wanted! He shouldn't be making him replicate this ridiculous thing!

Gongoros even prayed in his heart that if they were going to kill him, they should do it quickly! Don't torture the monster like this! It's worse than death, it's awful!
At that moment, Cui Ming was waving a device that shimmered with an eerie light in front of Gongoros; it was a model of the quantum energy conversion system. "Look, we've all been made into shields, transform!" His tone was authoritative, as if this were the simplest thing in Gongoros's life.

"You're making things difficult for me!!! Don't think I don't know this is a quantum energy transformation system! If I could transform this thing, would I still be wandering around like this?!" Gongoros roared angrily in his heart, his energy body fluctuating violently due to excitement, and his shadow was twisting wildly.

Damn it! Gongoros was furious. This wasn't a transformation; it was practically fleecing him like sheep! This was outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!
"And you don't even have the technology to manufacture it, yet you expect me to conjure it out of thin air?!" Gongoros felt his energy core twitching. "I'm not a scientist! I'm just a cosmic life form capable of some form transformation; how would I know about these advanced technologies!"
"Tsk, what were you thinking coming to Earth like this? Don't you know it's quite lively here?" Cui Ming asked casually, looking at Gongoros's pained and angry expression, his tone tinged with mockery.

Gongoros was utterly exasperated, filled only with resentment. All it wanted to do was cry. Had it known Earth was so "lively," teeming with such unreasonable creatures, it would never have traveled millions of light-years to get here, even if its home planet had been destroyed! This wasn't seeking refuge; it was jumping into another fire pit!
Poor Gongoros, he still has a lot to prepare for.

Anyway, it's destined to be unlucky now. Although it can't be transformed into high-tech equipment, it can still barely replicate some basic mechanical structures. It only has two paths in front of it: either obediently cooperate with the research, or wait to be beaten into submission! In any case, Cui Ming has never been polite and has no patience to waste time with it.

For now, Cui Ming temporarily put the Gongoros matter out of his mind and went home to cook. These technologically demanding tasks requiring precise calculations were best left to Toregia and Hikari, as they were experts at researching these strange and unusual things. As for himself, he was, after all, just a soldier skilled at creating medical devices, and cooking was far more relaxing for him than research.

Back home, Cui Ming skillfully tied on his apron and began his usual routine—cooking. The monsters inside the fighting device had already smelled the aroma and were restless, but he quickly calmed them down by giving them some food. He even prepared a few dishes for Misato to enjoy with drinks, his movements as swift as if he were engaged in a practiced battle.

Soon, a sumptuous meal was ready, and it was time to eat! The scene at Cui Ming's house was always as lively as a New Year's celebration, with a table full of steaming dishes whose aroma could waft far and wide. This was thanks to his use of high-tech kitchen equipment, which not only made cooking fast but also used only the finest, carefully selected seasonings.

Most importantly, Cui Ming excels at this kind of fast cooking technique. To put it simply, even if you're speeding down the highway in a truck, Cui Ming can stand steadily behind the truck and stir-fry the food, even achieving a perfect caramel color! And by the time you stop the truck, the food he's cooked is already plated and on the table. Apart from a faint smell of cooking oil, the back of the truck is spotless, without a trace of anything left. His culinary skills are even more outrageous than his fighting ability.

Since they were at home, everyone was dressed casually. Camilla, wearing comfortable loungewear, ate her food and said to Lin beside her, "Hunting is indeed very good, but why do you always like to collect heads? It looks kind of creepy." "Well," Lin put down her chopsticks, tapped the table lightly with her fingertips, and said after thinking for a moment, "It's an old habit of mine. I wasn't originally from that world; I used to practice like this in other places. I do this now to make sure my skills don't fall behind, in case I need to use them someday, I can't be rusty."

"Actually, I'm not exactly the original one." Cui Ming put a piece of meat that Asuka liked on his chopsticks and casually replied, "Actually, speaking of which, I seem to be a transmigrator. I was completely clueless when I first came here. But the result was that I had to deal with 99% of the enemy's forces all by myself. Thinking about it now, it still seems absurd."

"Yes, Cui had a really tough time back then." Asuka shoveled rice into her mouth, her voice full of heartache. She was the most qualified to speak on this. Mainly because she had truly witnessed how Cui Ming single-handedly carried a weapon and charged into the invaders' camp to fight. She still remembered clearly how he was covered in wounds but refused to retreat.

"It's not that my teammates are bad, it's just that they retreated too quickly." Cui Ming chuckled self-deprecatingly and took a sip of vegetable juice. "The enemy's firepower was too strong. They were stunned as soon as they went up and ran faster than anyone else. In the end, I was the only one left holding on." Asuka reached out and patted his arm, without saying anything more, but silently added some more food to his bowl.

Only Cui Ming himself knows the hardships he endured. Those nights on the battlefield when he faced thousands of troops alone, those moments when the pain from his wounds kept him awake but he could only grit his teeth and bear it, are things that no one else can understand.

Sigh. Cui Ming paused in his chopsticks, his gaze drifting to the window, as if he were back on that chaotic battlefield. To be honest, Cui Ming was completely bewildered at the time.

No, where are my teammates?! He was charging ahead with heavy weapons, and just as he broke through an opening, he turned around to call for his teammates to follow, but there was no one behind him.

"Where are my teammates?!" He shouted frantically into the communicator, but all he heard was the crackling of static; there was no response from a single person. They had vowed to fight side-by-side before setting off, but now, on the battlefield, he was left fighting alone.

You told me we needed support, so I rushed over with all the gear! And what happened? Enemy shells are whistling in my ears, and I don't even have a single teammate to provide cover. Although I can still see their vehicle getting smaller and smaller in the dust of their retreat in the distance, where are my teammates?! (End of Chapter)