Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Having suffered another major emotional blow, Yamazakura was completely listless. Without even eating, he grabbed his wallet and went to a small tavern near the base to drown his sorrows. He slumped over the greasy table, downing beer after beer, muttering to himself, "Why me again... That old hag is bad enough, but she even has to introduce her sisters... I can't live like this anymore..." The alcohol didn't dispel his fear; instead, it made his eyes grow increasingly red.

The tavern was dimly lit, with a few scattered customers who looked no different from ordinary drinkers. But unbeknownst to Yamanaka, many of the "customers" around him were actually aliens disguised as humans. The "uncle" at the bar, wearing a hat, was secretly measuring his energy fluctuations with a miniature device hidden in his sleeve, using the act of raising his glass as a cover; the "couple" at the next table, pretending to chat, kept glancing at him, their wristbands flashing data streams visible only to their own kind.

"The target's emotions are fluctuating wildly, and adrenaline levels are excessive," an alien reported in a low voice through a hidden earpiece. "The magnetic field on the body surface is showing an abnormal frequency, consistent with the characteristics of 'Special Attraction'."

"Continue collecting data and analyze his stress response mechanisms to female aliens," came the cold instruction through the headset.

Poor Yama was still sighing to himself, completely unaware that he had become the subject of study for the extraterrestrials. He only noticed that the tavern was unusually quiet today, and even the waiters were giving him strange looks, but little did he know that a "secret observation" was quietly taking place around him.

"Waaaaah, why do I have to face the Kisaragi aliens?!" Yamanaka slumped onto the table, tears mingling with beer foam as she sobbed, her cries growing louder and louder. "That old hag chased me so hard I almost broke my leg, and she dragged me into a dark room and talked nonsense. Just thinking about it now gives me the creeps..."

He cried and rambled on, recounting all the grievances he had suffered at the hands of the Moon People that day, including how scared he was and how many outrageous thoughts had crossed his mind.

If Cui Ming were here, he would immediately know that these aliens disguised as drinkers must have given him a truth serum. Otherwise, given his nature in the mountains, he would never have opened up so completely to strangers. Now he's really blurting out all his private thoughts!
As the surrounding aliens listened, their faces collectively darkened, and they nearly crushed their wine glasses.

Holy crap! Kisaragi aliens?!

Those notoriously difficult old hags in the universe?!

One of the "uncles" wearing a hat lowered his voice and muttered at a frequency that only his kind could hear: "You're not only attracting us now, but also those old hags?!" His tone was full of shock and disbelief.

The "girl" in the other "couple" also frowned: "No wonder his energy fluctuations are so complicated. It turns out he's had contact with the Ruyue aliens... This is troublesome. Those old hags are not to be trifled with. Is his constitution going to attract all the weirdos in the universe?"

The aliens exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes filled with sympathy mixed with a hint of exasperation at how he could cause so much trouble. Their initial intention was simply to study why he attracted his kind, but this unexpected revelation had suddenly made their observation mission much more challenging.

Because the effects of the truth serum were still ongoing, Shan Zhong couldn't stop. He continued to recount the details of his chase while still slumped over the table, his voice filled with despair: "When she grabbed me, she was incredibly strong. Her hands were like iron clamps. No matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't break free. I felt like my bones were about to be crushed..."

As he spoke, he gestured to describe the scene, his face still showing signs of terror: "I was in despair when I was dragged into the dark room. It was pitch black inside, and she was breathing into my ear, saying something like, 'Don't be afraid, little handsome guy.' Her voice was like a demonic whisper; I still get goosebumps thinking about it!" At this point, Yamanaka slammed his hand on the table, tears welling up in his eyes again: "And what's more, the smell on her was so pungent and fishy. She must have been drinking fake alcohol. Now, the smell of alcohol makes me want to vomit… The worst part is, I feel unclean again! Being targeted by a male alien last time was bad enough, but this time it's an old hag! What kind of fate is this?!"

This heartfelt outpouring of grief revealed every detail, even the absurd thoughts that had been running through his mind at the time, like "I'm doomed to be eaten" and "I should have trained more." The surrounding aliens listened with bated breath, their eyelids twitching, and they almost forgot to operate the measuring instruments in their hands.

They originally only wanted to collect some basic data, but ended up listening to a whole terrifying and outrageous "record of alien harassment." Looking at the guy's lifeless appearance in the mountains, the aliens suddenly felt that perhaps they should raise this guy's "alien attraction" rating by a few levels—after all, he's probably the only one in the entire universe who can attract two types of aliens at the same time.

But even aliens think so.
normal!

Everyone loves the mountains!

Don't worry about where you love!

"How about we scan the area around him too?" the "uncle" at the bar suggested in a low voice through a hidden earpiece, his eyes secretly glancing at Shan Zhong, who was still crying out. "Maybe we can gather more data about the range of his energy field's radiation."

“Sure! But we need to be careful, there’s a lot of protection around him in the mountains now.” The “couple” at the next table immediately replied, “We just detected a patrol signal from the Sett team lingering nearby, probably sent by Cui Ming to secretly protect him.”

These aliens disguised as drinkers knew perfectly well that, after the previous incident, Yamanaka was now a key target of the Seth team's attention. They absolutely could not arrest him casually; if they really messed with him, they would probably be chased to the heavens by Cui Ming and his men in the next second.

However, scanning data can still be done secretly. After all, this kind of behavior of not interfering with the target and only collecting data is a tacit "unspoken rule" between Earth and space visitors. As long as you don't make a big fuss, you generally won't be directly expelled.

"Then I'll activate the all-around scan mode. You're in charge of interfering with the nearby signal jammers." The "uncle" quietly adjusted the mode of the cuff device, and a dense array of parameters immediately popped up on the screen.

"Received, I guarantee there will be no trace." The "male" in the "couple" quickly swiped his fingertips across the bracelet, beginning to hack into the surrounding security system.

The two worked in perfect harmony, their gazes occasionally glancing at the still self-pitying Shan Zhong. The data stream on the instrument screen scrolled rapidly, while Shan Zhong remained completely unaware, still sighing and lamenting his ordeal of being harassed by the Ruyue aliens. (End of Chapter)