Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

The weapon upgrades were happening much faster than expected. The modification of the core components of the defensive turret, which the technical department had originally estimated would take at least three months to complete, had already entered the testing phase in just two weeks.

In fact, with the help of two top cosmologists, Hikari and Tregear, it would be strange if the weapon upgrade speed was slow.

Hikari's energy core technology from the Land of Light directly tripled the output power of the turrets; Tregear, on the other hand, devised a new interference algorithm that could easily crack the stealth systems of most spaceships. The two working together were like giving Earth's weapon development a "cheat code," and the technical problems that were originally stuck became minor troubles that could be easily solved in their hands.

Because of this, many extraterrestrials in the universe have been quite speechless lately, and have been complaining on interstellar forums: "Earthlings are a bunch of lunatics!"

The mention of Storm One, in particular, has caused headaches for many cosmic forces.

As the core department for Earth's weapons research and development, Storm One recently launched several new defensive weapons with enviable performance. However, when some aliens who attempted to secretly replicate them disassembled and studied them, they discovered an outrageous design—each weapon contained a bunch of self-destruct backdoors. As long as a specific code was triggered, or if someone attempted to tamper with the core program, the entire weapon would instantly explode into pieces.

An alien on a forum posted in a fit of rage: "We won't say anything if you make weapons, after all, everyone needs to build defenses, but what's the point of leaving a bunch of self-destruct backdoors in these weapons? Do you think we're the kind of aliens who would steal technology and then turn around and bite back?!"

Other cosmic forces immediately replied: "Well, it really is..."

After all, in the universe, the theft of technology and weapons is commonplace. Earth's "anti-theft" design, while showing vigilance, also accurately hits the "nature" of many aliens, leaving them with no reason to refute it even if they want to complain. They can only watch helplessly as Earth's weapons become more and more powerful, while they themselves dare not even try to imitate them.

Just as Earth was busy upgrading its defense weapons and various departments were immersed in the busy work of technological breakthroughs, the presence of an uninvited guest came from outer space—not a hostile cosmic invader, but a special "guest".

Picoru, a mischievous alien prince from the Piggra Nebula, is born with a boundless curiosity and a childlike personality—immature, hyperactive, and always prone to playing pranks. He has a special friend: the peculiar comet with its own consciousness—Hertz's Comet. When Hertz's Comet sensed its impending near-Earth moment, a cycle that occurs every 60 years, the ever-curious Picoru immediately insisted on going along. In the end, he simply sat cross-legged on the comet's fluffy tail, hitchhiking along to Earth's vicinity.

Through layers of interstellar dust, the blue Earth became increasingly clear in the dark universe. Pico, clinging to the edge of the comet's tail, stared wide-eyed and couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow—what a beautiful planet! Much prettier than those bare asteroids in the nebula!"

He pointed to the flashing city lights on the ground, then stared at the aircraft flying through the clouds, swaying excitedly.

Suddenly, he caught sight of the metallic-looking devices in geosynchronous orbit, and immediately patted the Hertz Comet beside him, his tone full of curiosity: "Hey comet, look, look! There are so many strange turrets over there! They're much more interesting than the defensive towers in our nebula!"

The nucleus of Hertz's Comet trembled slightly, conveying an anxious and helpless message: "Damn it!!! It's already aimed at us!!!" It quickly adjusted its flight path, trying to avoid the guns' lock-on. Its tail emitted an even brighter light due to tension—just a moment ago, it clearly sensed the energy lock-on signal from the muzzle, and this was no joke! Picolu belatedly covered his mouth, the excitement on his face fading considerably, leaving only a hint of panic: "Ah?! Aimed at us? But we just came to take a look!"

Before he could think any further, he saw the cannons flashing red lights, clearly ready to fire. Terrified, he grabbed the comet's tail and shouted, "Get out of the way, comet! We can't be blown to pieces as soon as we reach Earth!"

Just as Hertz's Comet was frantically adjusting its trajectory to avoid being locked on, and Pico was in a panic, the geostationary orbit defense base station suddenly activated a unique cosmic loudspeaker.

This device was specially modified by Hikari to transmit sound clearly in a vacuum environment. It was specifically designed to communicate with unknown cosmic targets near Earth and avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.

"Over there! That's right! It's you! What's your purpose! Tell me!" The voice coming from the loudspeaker had a metallic quality, steady and powerful, spreading throughout the universe, every word exuding an unquestionable vigilance.

Upon hearing the voice, Picolu quickly stood up from the comet's tail, waving his hands and shouting back, "I'm here on vacation! Really! I'm Picolu, the prince of the Pigra Nebula. I'm just here to see Earth with my comet friend, nothing more!" He was afraid the other party wouldn't believe him, so he spoke so fast it was like he was pouring beans, even revealing his identity all at once.

After a few seconds of silence, the loudspeaker spoke again, its tone noticeably gentler: "Oh, then it's alright." As the words fell, the cannons aimed at the comet slowly lowered their muzzles, and the red lights gradually faded—after all, there had been quite a few cosmic visitors "visiting" Earth recently, and as long as there was no hostility, the defense system wouldn't overreact.

Picolu breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. He patted his chest, still shaken, "That was terrifying... I thought I was going to turn into cosmic dust." He was about to sit back on the comet's tail to calm himself down when, due to his tension, he lost his footing and swayed—

Oh my god!!!

Pico only had time to let out a cry of surprise before he was thrown off the tail of Hertz's Comet like a small cannonball, plummeting straight down toward the blue Earth below.

The nucleus of Hertz's Comet trembled violently, spinning anxiously in place, unable to catch up immediately—the comet's trajectory was affected by gravity, making it impossible to change direction instantly. It could only watch helplessly as its friend plummeted toward Earth, frantically emitting flashing lights as if sending out a distress signal to Earth.

And the message was also received on Earth.
"He fell down by himself? Awesome." (End of Chapter)