Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

"That's a bit outrageous, how much food did this guy eat? The smell is a bit... um... I see, it absorbed all the necessary nutrients. This monster is something the enemy specifically uses to absorb vitamins," Cui Ming said, covering his nose. As he spoke, he didn't forget to shield Lindis behind him, afraid that the stench would choke her.

"The smell is a bit strong, and, Cui, I'm fine here." Lindis patted Cui Ming's arm that was covering her, but her gaze was fixed on Wu Zhi, who was enveloped in the stench, with a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

The yellowish-green stench was still slowly spreading. Wu Zhi was struggling inside, coughing occasionally. He was almost fainting from the stench. His once clean clothes were now covered with small droplets of condensed stench, making him look extremely disheveled.

"Hopefully, this kid will understand by then," Lindis sighed softly. This stench attack had taught Wu Zhi a profound lesson, letting him know how terrible the consequences of raising monsters carelessly could be.

“Yes.” Cui Ming nodded, his gaze shifting to Motor Claren, who was still oblivious to his surroundings, munching on vegetables in the garden. His brows furrowed even more. “We need to figure out how to get rid of this ‘mobile vegetable jar’ that’s absorbing vitamins. If it keeps eating, all the vegetable gardens nearby will be devoured.” As he spoke, he began to consider countermeasures in his mind. After all, with so much nutrition absorbed, the monster’s combat power was definitely higher than previously estimated.

Cui Ming was staring at the Motorcycle Claren, pondering countermeasures. His mind was racing: This monster grows by relying on Vitamin C, so ordinary attacks probably won't be very effective. We need to find a way to suppress its absorption ability... While he was analyzing the situation, he was sending instructions to his team members through the communicator, completely unaware of the commotion behind him.

Wu Zhi, who had just been sucked out of the stench that could make a person faint, looked like he had just been pulled out of a septic tank, with a few rotten vegetable leaves still stuck to his hair.

He wiped the unidentified liquid off his face, and looked at Motorcycle Clarence, who was still leisurely munching on his vegetables, and felt a surge of anger.

"You beast! You ungrateful beast!" Wu Zhi stomped his feet and cursed. The gratitude he had felt for the monster recognizing him just moments before vanished, replaced by the humiliation and anger of being attacked by its stinky farts. "I feed you vegetables every day, and you actually fart at me! I'm never bringing you vegetables again! You ungrateful monster!"

He grew increasingly agitated with each curse, picking up pebbles from the ground and throwing them at Motor Claren. The pebbles struck the monster's thick skin, causing no reaction whatsoever, like a tickle. Motor Claren even glanced back at him, as if to say, "Shut up," before turning back to pick up a large winter melon and continue munching on it.

This action completely ignited Wu Zhi's anger, and he was furious.

Wu Zhi was completely enraged by Motorola Clarence's nonchalant attitude. He wiped the stench off his face, shouted, "I'll fight you to the death!" and charged forward, fists clenched. His stance was quite intimidating, but in front of the nearly three-meter-tall monster, he looked like a puffed-up kitten challenging an elephant.

Motorola Clarence looked at Wu Zhi charging towards him, tilted its head and scratched its head, seemingly wondering why the little guy had suddenly become so irritable. But it clearly had no intention of "reasoning" with Wu Zhi. Last time, its farting attack was very effective, so this time it simply used the same trick again—it unhesitatingly stuck out its rear end again, accurately aiming at Wu Zhi who was charging towards it, and its tail even wagged proudly.

"Launch!" Cui Ming, who was watching clearly from the side, couldn't help but complain.

The next second, a larger cloud of yellowish-green gas "poof" shot out from behind Motorola Clarence's rear end. Unlike last time, this time the fart contained a lot of undigested vegetable scraps, making it a stinky bomb with "filling"! Carrot cubes and cabbage shreds flew towards Wuzhi along with the stench, like a stinky cannonball with added ingredients.

Wu Zhigang had barely taken two steps when he was splattered in the face by this enhanced attack. Not only did he inhale an even stronger stench than before, but his face was also covered in wet vegetable scraps. He froze on the spot, even tasting the flavor of rotten cucumbers. The next second, he clutched his stomach and dry heaved, his anger instantly vanishing under the stench and nausea.

Cui Ming and Lindis watched from a distance, shaking their heads. Lindis couldn't help but say, "Now he should know that monsters aren't pets, right?" Cui Ming stroked his chin and nodded, "At least he won't pick up alien eggs randomly anymore. This 'filling fart' wasn't for nothing."

Cui Ming looked at Wu Zhi, who was dizzy from the smell of the fart with "filling" on it, and suddenly couldn't help but laugh out loud. He turned to Lindis and said, "You know what, this kid definitely has a lot in common with the Yamanaka team."

Lindis raised an eyebrow: "Yamano? Indeed. Yamanaka does have something in common with him. Speaking of which, has Yamanaka been having some new problems lately? Always getting hit by monster special attacks or something?"

“Yes.” Cui Ming nodded, recalling the various experiences of the team members in the mountains. “There were also many experiences of being ‘specially treated’ by monsters in the mountains, but he was a bit worse off than Wu Zhi—Wu Zhi ate ‘fertilizer essence,’ while Shan Zhong ate another kind of even more outrageous essence.”

Last time when they were fighting the slime monster, the team members were sprayed with slime that made their skin itch; later, when they were chasing the flying monster, they were choked by the feather powder and sneezed all afternoon; the most outrageous thing was that once when they were fighting the energy monster, they were blasted three meters away by the monster's energy fart, and when they came back, they still had a burnt smell on them, and the team members laughed at them for half a month.

“After this mission is over, I’ll take Wuzhi to the base and have a chat with him in the mountains,” Cui Ming said, suppressing a laugh. “The two of them might be able to form a ‘Monster Special Attack Victims Alliance’ and exchange their experiences of being smeared with farts and slime.”

Lindis looked at Wuzhi, who was still dry heaving, and then, thinking of the disheveled state of the mountain team members every time they returned from a mission, she couldn't help but laugh: "That scene would probably make the other team members laugh to death. But after this, this kid should never dare to pick up random things to raise again."

Wu Zhi, who was far away, was unaware that he had been assigned "comrades-in-arms." He just coughed and swore in his heart: He never wanted to get close to any monster that farts again in his life!
"You know Lin, I actually think this kid should at least live to see that day, since his dad will probably beat him to death first." Cui Ming looked at Wu Zhi, who was still struggling against the stench in the vegetable garden, and said with a hint of schadenfreude.

Lindis followed his gaze and imagined the scene when Wu Zhi's father found out that his son had secretly raised a monster and destroyed someone's vegetable garden. She couldn't help but nod and say, "That makes sense." After all, any parent would be so angry that their blood pressure would spike when they found out that their child had caused such a big mess, not to mention that this mess had also involved a giant monster that could fart.

Cui Ming stroked his chin and added, "We might have to step in and stop them then, otherwise we'll have to write a report explaining why the brat was beaten into the hospital by his parents." He could almost picture Wu Zhi's dad chasing Wu Zhi all over the yard with a feather duster, which might be even more exciting than dealing with a monster.

Lindis couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Then we'll just stand by with our child-beating gadgets and 'supervise' him? That way, he'll learn his lesson, and we can make sure nothing really happens to him." She shook the feather duster in her hand, the tassels on it still gleaming slightly, as if echoing this "reliable" plan.

Wuzhi sneezed in the distance, thinking it was because the stench from before hadn't completely dissipated. He was completely unaware that he was about to face not only the monster's fart attack, but also his father's inevitable "mixed doubles" beating.

Meanwhile, Cui Ming and Lindis were already pondering how to explain all this absurdity to Wu Zhi's father later. Actually, all this fuss was mainly for future publicity, to prevent these brats from adding any more work for everyone. Cui Ming rolled his eyes, watching Wu Zhi still dry heaving in the distance.

Dealing with aliens stealing vegetables is a headache enough, but then there's the added hassle of dealing with kids secretly raising monsters. Cleaning up the gnawed vegetable patch and writing accident reports keeps me up until midnight.

He complained to Lindis, "You said we came here to fight an alien threat, but all we do is run around vegetable thieves and bratty kids. If word gets out, the other teams will laugh their heads off."

“Indeed. But Cui, weren’t you just trying to help everyone relax?” Lindis said, seeing through Cui’s smile.

"As expected of you, you noticed." Cui Ming smiled, a hint of relief in his eyes.

It was indeed to give everyone a break. The recent barrage of tasks had left the team members feeling overwhelmed.

Although this incident is quite bizarre, from aliens stealing vegetables to monsters hatching, every single thing seems outrageous.

Occasionally, when you encounter a scene that makes you both laugh and cry, joining in and watching the mischievous kids get suffocated by the monster's farts, or thinking about the similar experiences of the mountain team members, can actually help you relax your tense nerves.

"Beating up aliens and dealing with these troublesome monsters is good for your physical and mental health. It's much better than staring at reports and training data every day."

As they were talking, the roar of engines came from the distant sky, and two streaks of light pierced the night sky, landing steadily at the edge of the farmland. When the dust settled, two imposing mechs were revealed—Asuka's Balam was fiery red, as if burning with a raging flame, with energy cannons on its shoulders flashing with a cold light; Misato's Vulgar was a mysterious purple, its heavy armor gleaming with a deep metallic luster under the moonlight, as if it could blend into the night.

The cockpit opened, and Asuka poked her head out and waved: "Cui! Are we late? This monster looks much more exciting than those aliens who steal vegetables!" She manipulated Balam to move its mechanical arm, the joints hissing with hydraulic devices, and the red mecha stood out conspicuously in the night.

Misato asked Vargane, "We rushed here as soon as we received the news. Is this the vitamin-absorbing monster? It's much bigger than the report predicted." She pointed to Motor Claren, who was still frantically munching on vegetables, her brows furrowing slightly. The purple mech stood quietly behind her, like a silent guardian.

Cui Ming looked at the monster over there and said, "Perfect timing. This monster has thick skin and can even attack with farts. It'll be a good opportunity for your mechs to stretch their muscles. Proceed according to the plan I previously announced."

"Understood!"*2
Cui Ming's battle plan was simple: since the monster was used by the enemy to absorb vitamins, they absolutely couldn't let the enemy get what they wanted. Therefore, they would simply drain it of all its nutrients!

"Sky Whale, prepare to spread salt! Balga and Balam, get ready to attack! Hammer it to death!" Cui Ming ordered into the communicator, his tone ruthless. "Today, we'll pickle this monster on the spot!"

As soon as the order was given, the Sky Whale in the distance opened its cargo hold, and countless bags of salt poured down like a waterfall, densely scattering towards the Motor Claren. White salt grains drew arcs in the air, instantly covering most of the farmland.

Motorola was engrossed in its chewing when it was suddenly hit by a shower of salt grains falling from the sky, leaving it stunned. It shook off the salt and was about to turn and run when Misato's purple Vulgar charged forward, its massive mechanical fist slamming into its side with a loud thud, causing the monster to howl in pain.

Asuka's red Balam was not to be outdone, wielding an energy-enhanced light hammer and slamming it down on Motor Claren's back. The sounds of impact were incessant, each blow causing the salt grains on the monster's body to embed deeper into its skin.

The scene that followed was both "cruel" and comical: Motor Clarence was sandwiched between two mechs, forced to retreat repeatedly, his body covered in salt, writhing on the ground in pain, yet unable to escape the salt crystals. The Sky Whale continued to pour salt, covering the ground around it in a white blanket, like giving the monster a "full-body salt bath massage," except the massage was so intense it looked more like giant pickles being prepared on site.

Wu Zhi watched in disbelief. The monster that had been so majestic just moments before was now being smeared with salt and hammered by the mecha, completely powerless to fight back. He finally understood what kind of troublesome creature he had raised and completely gave up the idea of ​​having the monster take him to find his mother.

Then, something even more cruel was yet to come. Seeing Motor Clarion howling and struggling despite being salted, Misato and Asuka exchanged a glance and increased the intensity of their mechs' attacks.

The purple-clad Bulga swung its mechanical arm, its fists raining down on the monster, each punch accompanied by a dull thud; the red-clad Balam switched to energy blade mode, hacking at the monster's joints, sparks flying as the monster howled in pain. The two robots relentlessly pounded the monster, giving it no chance to breathe.

As the attack continued, Motor Clarion's body began to undergo bizarre changes. Its green skin gradually withered, and a sticky green liquid oozed from the areas that were being pounded—upon closer inspection, it turned out to be vegetable juice mixed with salt! This juice dripped down the monster's body, forming puddles on the ground that emitted a strange odor.

Wu Zhi stared wide-eyed, his mouth agape, as if he could fit an egg in it. He never imagined that the monster he had raised would actually be oozing vegetable juice.

Under the continuous output of the two mechs, Motor Clarion's size shrank at a visible rate. Its originally massive body, nearly three meters tall, slowly shrank to two meters, one and a half meters... until it finally shrank to about the size of an ordinary human, lying on the ground like a deflated balloon, no longer possessing its previous arrogance, and still dripping green liquid intermittently from its body.

"Stop!" Cui Ming shouted into the communicator when he saw that the time was right. Balga and Balam immediately stopped attacking and stood steadily to the side, their mechs still covered in green vegetable juice, looking like they had just finished a fight at the market.

Cui Ming stepped forward and kicked the shrunken monster. Seeing that it only weakly groaned twice, he nodded in satisfaction: "Alright, all the nutrients have been squeezed out. Even if the enemy tries to recover it, they won't get any useful vitamins." (End of Chapter)