Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Choi Myung sat on the sofa in the living room, holding a task summary submitted by his team members, but his gaze kept drifting towards Miri, who was sitting at her desk. Miri was writing a report in front of the computer screen, her brows furrowed, her fingers flying across the keyboard. She would occasionally stop to rub her aching shoulders, clearly having been working on it for quite some time.

To train Miri's ability to handle affairs, Choi Myung specifically assigned her some report work that required detailed analysis, gradually increasing the difficulty from the initial data organization to the later summary writing.

During this period, Miri suffered a lot, often staying up late to revise reports, and sometimes being ordered to rewrite them due to data errors. Her face was always tired.

Choi Myung put down the summary in his hand, picked up the warm water on the table, took a sip, and casually asked, "Speaking of which, Misato, is there anyone you want to save?"

Misato paused in her typing, looked up and rubbed her temples, a tired and wistful look on her face. She sighed and said, "Hmm, thinking about it carefully, besides my dad, I probably only have my best friend Akiko left to save."

She leaned back in her chair, her gaze drifting to the night sky outside the window, her tone full of emotion: "I thought it was absurd enough that I had suddenly transmigrated to this world, but I never expected that when you told me a while ago that my original world had actually exploded, I was completely stunned and couldn't recover for several days."

At this point, Misato's voice lowered, tinged with relief: "Fortunately, you said that world is slowly recovering, which is some consolation. And according to you, those people I care about are essentially still the same people; they haven't completely disappeared because of the changes in the world, and that's enough."

Seeing the worry that she couldn't hide in her eyes, Cui Ming said softly, "Don't worry, the world will take time to recover, but as long as the core 'existence' is still there, it will eventually return to what it was before. You should train yourself now, and maybe you can go back and see it again when you have the chance in the future."

Misato nodded, sat up straight again, and placed her hands back on the keyboard: "Yeah, I know. Let's finish this report first, so you don't have to reject it again." Although her tone carried a hint of complaint, her eyes were much more determined—with someone she wanted to protect and a future to look forward to, the hardship of staying up all night to write the report didn't seem so unbearable.

Seeing her get back into work, Cui Ming smiled slightly and didn't disturb her anymore. He simply pushed the warm water on the table toward her—exercise is fine, but she also needs to take care of her health.

Misato stared at the dense text of reports on the computer screen, then suddenly clutched her head with both hands, leaned back abruptly, and let out a devastating wail: "Aaaaaah! I just want to stay home and be a good-for-nothing! All I do is eat and sleep all day, without having to write reports or practice skills, why?!" Her voice was full of grievance and despair, as if a long-accumulated pressure had finally exploded.

Choi Myung sat on the sofa, not even raising his head, his tone calm yet undeniably firm: "Don't even think about it." Those four simple words extinguished all of Miri's fantasies.

Miri's face fell instantly, her eyes reddened slightly, and she let out a tearful "woof," looking like a pitiful little animal that had been bullied terribly, hoping to gain some sympathy.

But Cui Ming remained unmoved. Instead, he pointed to Lin, who was walking over with a fruit platter, and said slowly, "You should be glad that I'm the one who's in charge of guiding you and assigning you tasks now, not Lin."

As soon as she finished speaking, Lin walked over with a smile, nodded gently to Misato, but her eyes flashed with a hint of "malice": "That's right, Misato, if you think the current training is too easy, would you like to see the training plan I prepared for you? I was thinking of bringing you over to train if Choi Myung's progress was slow." As she spoke, Lin took out a neatly folded piece of paper from her pocket and gently unfolded it—it was covered with dense writing, along with various tables and schedules, clearly not a simple plan.

Misato cautiously and nervously leaned closer to take a look, but the more she looked, the paler her face became, and cold sweat suddenly broke out on her forehead. She almost dropped the mouse in her hand.

How absurd were the plans on paper? They had to get up at five in the morning to run ten kilometers with weights, followed immediately by two hours of combat training. In the morning, they had to study three courses: cosmic language, mechanical repair, and tactical analysis. In the afternoon, they had to do live-fire shooting and physical limits challenges. In the evening, they had to review the day's training content and could not rest until the early hours of the morning. Moreover, they only had half a day off each week, which they also had to use to write training summaries.

Misato swallowed hard, only one thought in her mind: This isn't a training plan! This is clearly just an attempt to survive!
She had previously thought Cui Ming's demands were strict, but compared to Lin's plan, they were nothing. Let alone her, even a regiment that had undergone countless arduous training sessions would likely frown upon seeing this plan, deeming it extreme. After all, the intensity far exceeded the scope of normal training, practically pushing the limits of human endurance.

"H-How is it? Isn't it comprehensive?" Lin asked with a smile, her tone full of anticipation, as if it were some masterpiece to be proud of.

Miri quickly shook her head and backed away, saying, "No, no need! I think the current training is great! Choi's arrangements are very reasonable! I will definitely complete the report well and will not trouble Sister Lin!" She didn't want to be tormented by this "devilish plan." Although the current days were tiring, at least she could catch her breath. If it were Lin's training, she doubted she would be able to last three days before collapsing.

Looking at Miri's panicked appearance, Cui Ming smiled faintly and said nothing more—sometimes, using Lin's plan as a "reference point" is much more effective than simply lecturing.

"Actually, this is already part of the academic curriculum. Lin originally planned to take the child to train in hand-to-hand combat against wild animals once the child had the strength."

"."

what are you saying?
"Indeed, it's a pity this method can't be used for the time being. But that's how I got through it."

"."

Miri suddenly felt that Choi's life was pretty good.
Lin wasn't exactly normal to begin with.
No, it's not normal at all!
Mom!
"That's why I said that."

Cui Ming sighed.
"We'll see how things go then. After all, my child will definitely encounter various assassination attempts by aliens in the future, so this training is necessary. However, Lin's training is indeed too extreme." (End of Chapter)