Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

"What? A robot that can summon monsters?" The sergeant was patrolling his area when Cui Ming's report suddenly came through his communicator. He was stunned and stopped in his tracks.

No way, what the hell? A human creating a robot isn't unusual, it's quite normal, after all, technology is developing rapidly these days, and there are plenty of tech-savvy people out there. But this robot can actually create monsters, that's totally different! It's completely shattered the sergeant's understanding.

"No, is this even possible?" The sergeant still found it hard to believe and couldn't help but confirm it again.

“Possibly a sergeant, very likely.” Cui Ming nodded firmly on the other end of the communicator, his tone tinged with a hint of helplessness. “We just finished dealing with the scene. I’ll explain in detail to you later.”

"Forget it, let's talk about it when we get back. I need to deal with this monster first. These aliens are really annoying! What's with all this 'trying to capture Orphi'?" The sergeant rubbed his temples, feeling like one absurd thing after another had happened today. Recently, he and his team had been responsible for protecting Orphi, which should have been an easy job, but who knew that some clueless aliens would try to kidnap this docile monster.

Orpheus is such a wonderful monster! Not only is he gentle, but he can also help determine if it's a good year by singing. Most importantly, he sings really well. Of course, this is from the monster's perspective.

"Understood. Have the support troops arrived?" Cui Ming asked, worried that the sergeant's side wouldn't have enough manpower.

"We just finished a wave of air strikes. Don't worry, we'll take care of it soon. Orfei is beating up that monster. We don't dare to attack directly. After all, it would be bad if we hit Orfei." The sergeant said, looking towards the battlefield in the distance, and saw Orfei slapping the intruder with unclean hands and feet with his thick claws. The scene was very funny for a time.

The members of the Storm Squad now each have their own missions, diligently protecting the city's safety. The Death Squad, possessing overwhelming combat power, is often entrusted with crucial tasks, directly engaging the monsters. Indeed, the Death Squad is humanity's elite force specifically designed to fight monsters, much like Cui Ming's role.

The Death Squad's fighting style is extremely fierce. They typically charge directly at the monsters using highly mobile equipment under heavy artillery cover, launching precise explosive attacks. These missions are extremely dangerous, so they usually operate in groups, with team members cooperating seamlessly to suppress the monsters.

Cui Ming's fighting style was completely different. He was decisive and efficient, often able to hold off a group of monsters single-handedly. He wouldn't rush into a fierce attack, but instead relied on his excellent skills and tactical awareness to maneuver around the monsters, gradually depleting their stamina and fighting power, and then slowly wearing them down.

The reason everyone's fighting styles are different is largely due to Cui Ming's special abilities. After all, he actually evolved an absurd adrenaline-fueled ability. This ability allows him to unleash speed, strength, and reflexes far beyond that of ordinary people in battle, enabling him to calmly deal with attacks from multiple monsters. This has also fostered a fighting style that allows him to work alone while still efficiently completing missions.

Of course, all of this is based on one premise: the monster on the other side has to be strong enough. If you're too weak, there's no chance for Cui Ming to use any maneuvering tactics; he'll just kill you first! He's never bothered to waste time on those weak opponents.

However, the ones truly busy on a daily basis are the fairy troops. With their new energy source, these ladies' equipment has greatly improved its endurance, allowing them to essentially stay airborne indefinitely. Because of this, their aerial patrol capabilities have become extremely strong, enabling them to promptly detect any unusual situations in every corner of the city.

However, to ensure their safety, they also need to be equipped with the best gear. After all, aerial patrols face too many unknown dangers; they could encounter monsters or attacks from unknown forces at any time—it's too dangerous. These women do indeed have a lot of work to do. They must remain vigilant and monitor the security of the area at all times, while also dealing with various emergencies. They are often busy from morning till night, rarely having a moment of rest. But it is precisely because of their hard work that the city's aerial defenses are made more solid.

However, according to the older women, things are much easier here than before.
At least we don't have to face an overwhelming barrage of attacks.
However, according to the older women, the work here is much easier to handle now than before. At least they don't have to face a barrage of attacks all the time like before, and the pressure is much less.

Meanwhile, many aliens are secretly watching Earth, among them an extremely dangerous being—Black Star. Known as the "Demon Star," it lies approximately 1000 million kilometers from Earth, with a surface area of ​​30 square kilometers. Due to the depletion of its resources, it has become the home planet of disc-shaped creatures. For this reason, the disc-shaped creatures on Black Star maintain their disc-like shape to minimize their size and adapt to the resource-scarce environment.

These disc-shaped creatures are all quite terrifying, with the most representative being SilverBulme. It possesses multiple forms: a mobile form resembling a transparent jellyfish, like a wind chime; a combat form with a white body; and an energy-filled form resembling a small, hard vessel. It often approaches its target in its shrunken disc form, and even if detected by radar, it can launch an attack within seconds. This is because SilverBulme can fly through the air in any form by rotating its entire body; its disc form can even exceed the speed of light in space, allowing it to travel from Black to Earth in an instant, making it extremely difficult to defend against.

Silverbourne can also change its form depending on the situation: when dormant, it transforms into a small, hard, vessel-shaped disc about 0.4 meters in size; when moving through space, it becomes a disc resembling a transparent wind chime or lantern; and when facing enemies, it transforms into a gigantic battle form. It was born from a sudden mutation of a cosmic amoeba in the "Dust Zone" of the cosmic debris field. In battle, it extends its enormous tentacles from beneath its massive dome to capture enemies, then dissolves them with a dissolving liquid, making it extremely powerful.

These disc-shaped creatures are all commanded by a man named Commander Black. Commander Black always wears a black tuxedo and black cloak, a black round hat, and holds a scepter that can control the disc-shaped creatures. He exudes a sinister and eerie aura.

His most distinctive feature is the crystal ball he almost never lets go of. This crystal ball is not only a symbol of his power but also the source of his life. If he loses the crystal ball, his body will experience a series of abnormal states, including uncontrollable convulsions. If the crystal ball is broken or destroyed, his body will melt away and he will die. However, although Black Star has its eye on Earth, it doesn't mean they will immediately deploy. Commander Black is currently slowly gathering information about Earth, especially regarding its defense capabilities.

“Storm One, Cui Ming. This is troublesome. This guy is always on alert, making it impossible to launch a sneak attack.” Commander Blake stared at the Cui Ming data displayed in the crystal ball, his brows furrowed, his tone full of distress.

The information about Cui Ming in the crystal ball reads: Cui Ming, codename Storm One, has super strong combat power. You can forget about fighting him. It is said that only the Alien Abela can deal with this guy!

Commander Blake, looking at this absurd description, couldn't help but curse inwardly: "Damn it! What kind of data is this?! What's the difference between writing this and not writing it at all? There aren't even any specific weaknesses or fighting styles. How am I supposed to formulate a strategy?!" He tapped the ground with his scepter in frustration, realizing that the process of collecting data was much more difficult than he had imagined.

Commander Blake clutched the tattered document, trembling with rage, his black cloak billowing violently. "These intelligence brokers in space are fucking rude! What kind of utter garbage is this?!"

He slammed the documents to the ground and jabbed the text with his scepter: "I spent so many energy crystals to buy intelligence, and this is the crap I got? 'Super strong combat power, very strong'? Strong my ass! I want to know how strong he is, what his weaknesses are, and what he's afraid of! I don't want you guys writing this bullshit!"

“‘You fucking shouldn’t even think about fighting him’? I’ll fucking swear! I’m here to devise a battle plan, not to listen to your bunch of useless idiots spouting nonsense!” Commander Blake kicked over the control panel beside him, the crystal ball glowing red from his rage. “They say only the Ambera aliens can deal with him? What the hell am I supposed to do with this data then! Should I just go find the Ambera aliens? These sons of bitches are insulting my intelligence!”

He pointed at the void and cursed, "You scum who took money and did nothing! Sooner or later I'll turn you all into nourishment for the disc creatures! Selling this kind of garbage information is worse than picking up trash in the cosmic junkyard! If I can catch you, I'll soak you all in dissolving liquid until you're all turned into pus!" By the end of his cursing, even his breathing was filled with anger, and the collar of his black suit was bent to one side in his rage.

Just as Commander Blake was getting into his rant, his communicator suddenly rang. He answered it impatiently and heard the intelligence provider's slightly mocking voice: "Hey, Commander Blake, we know you're angry right now, but don't let it get to you. This intelligence is absolutely true; that Cui Ming is ridiculously strong. You should smile more; it's good for your health, isn't it?"

"What the hell did you say?" Commander Blake was even more furious upon hearing this. "You bastard who sells intelligence, you took my energy crystal and gave me a bunch of bullshit, and now you're trying to make fun of me? Laugh more? Laugh your mother! Believe me or not, I'll blow your intelligence station to cosmic dust right now!" He roared as he waved his scepter, almost smashing it against the communicator.

"No, no, no, Commander, please calm down. This intelligence, though brief, is absolutely true. Why don't you give us a little more time? We'll dig deeper into Cui Ming's details and give you a satisfactory result." Seeing the situation was turning against them, the intelligence broker quickly backed down.

"Hmph! That had better be. If you dare to try to fool me with this garbage information again, I'll show you what happens when you anger Commander Blake!" Commander Blake snorted and hung up the communication, still muttering to himself, "A bunch of useless trash, all you know how to do is fob me off with this worthless stuff. Once I conquer Earth, the first thing I'll do is deal with you bunch of bastard intelligence brokers."

After ending the communication, the intelligence broker shook his head, a mocking smile playing on his lips. Another fool, thinking Earth is so easy to conquer? He doesn't even know the power of Storm One, yet he dares to boast about devising a sneak attack plan; he's practically playing with his own life.

Do you not know how terrifying Storm One is? He's a ruthless character who can single-handedly hold off a group of monsters and grind them down to death. The intelligence broker has been navigating the universe for years and has seen all sorts of powerful beings, but those with such outrageous combat strength that even the Ambera aliens might struggle to handle are few and far between.

He sighed to his assistant, "Commander Black probably hasn't experienced true despair. Once he faces Cui Ming, he'll realize how ridiculous his current anger is. The intelligence we gave him may have been brief, but every word was the truth. Does he really think that guy is so easy to deal with?" The assistant nodded in agreement, also thinking that Commander Black was overestimating himself.

The intelligence broker didn't dare write down all of Cui Ming's information, not because he was lazy or incompetent. He knew perfectly well that Cui Ming's greatest skill was disguise; he was always finding ways to travel to different places, and might just end up near his intelligence station at any time.

By this time, savvy intelligence brokers had already learned to pretend they didn't know him. After all, nobody wanted to be targeted by the ridiculously powerful Storm One for leaking information they shouldn't have. If they really wrote down Cui Ming's movements, hiding methods, and other core intelligence in the data, and Cui Ming found out, who knows what that guy might do, given his personality.

The intelligence broker whispered to his assistant, "It's not that we're not capable, it's just that this guy is too cunning. If we reveal all his secrets, and he comes here disguised as an ordinary person one day, it's fine if we don't recognize him, but if we do recognize him and dare to make a fuss, the consequences will be unimaginable." The assistant wholeheartedly agreed. In the universe, the most important thing is to know what to say and what to keep secret.

A true intelligence broker knows how to protect themselves.
Waaaaah, that's too cruel.
This is impossible to live in! (End of Chapter)