Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

The Yapool hovered above the ruins of its own base, gazing at the desolate scene before it. Its body trembled slightly with suppressed rage, and its heart was filled with indescribable helplessness.

"Finally... it's over." It murmured softly, its tone devoid of any joy of victory, only filled with endless exhaustion.

But the next second, thinking about the upcoming base reconstruction work, it couldn't help but want to wail—it had spent so many extradimensional resources to build this base, and it had finally managed to make the base take shape, but now it was all destroyed. Reconstructing it would probably exhaust it. The more Yapool thought about it, the more aggrieved it felt, and its eyes started to well up with tears. It really wanted to cry.

"Damn it, that bastard Storm One!" Yapool clenched his fist, his voice rising sharply, filled with gnashing hatred. "He tore down my base until not a single intact wall was left! Is this guy even human?!"

Damn! You took everything! Are you some kind of reincarnation of a master thief?! No, you're a robber!
The Yapool people were filled with regret at the thought of Storm One—why did they ever invade Earth? Why did they have to provoke that madman when they could have had a perfectly good life in another dimension?

"That guy Storm One is clearly mentally unstable!" Yapool paced irritably above the ruins, finding it increasingly absurd. "What are Earthlings thinking? How could they let such a madman be their captain? Aren't they afraid he might suddenly lose control one day and wipe out his own people first?!"

What devastated it even more was yet to come—it later heard that the Earthlings had specifically sought out a doctor to "cure" Storm One's mental problems, only to discover that the doctor was actually Storm One's wife, and even more abnormal than Storm One herself!
"Damn it!!!" Yapool couldn't help but curse, purple energy fluctuations swirling around it. "Are Earthlings out of their minds? Finding someone even crazier to treat a lunatic, this is absolutely outrageous!"

The more it thought about it, the angrier it became, and finally it roared at the empty ruins: "The Japanese high command are all insects!!! With such poor decision-making ability, it's a miracle that they've managed to hold out until now! If I had known Earth was this absurd, I would never have invaded!"

After shouting, the Yapool slumped its shoulders helplessly, looking at the ruins before it, feeling that the future was bleak—the arduous task of rebuilding the base still awaited it, and Storm One, which it hated so much, might still be waiting somewhere to create new trouble for it. This life was simply unbearable.

Two of Yapool's subordinates huddled behind a pile of rubble in the distance, watching their master roar and rage above the ruins. They exchanged a glance, their tone filled with a sense of resigned acceptance.

"Well, the master's acting up again." One of the tall, thin extradimensional soldiers scratched his head, his voice low, afraid that the Yapool would hear him.

Another short, stout soldier nodded in agreement, his eyes filled with sympathy: "It's normal. Anyone whose base has been destroyed by Storm One time and time again would collapse like this. Not to mention that the lord was killed by that guy before, and was later suppressed by special forces to prevent his resurrection. Anyone would be furious."

In the eyes of Yapool's subordinates, their master's outbursts of rage had long been a "traditional event"—every time they suffered a loss in the fight against Earth, especially when they were defeated by Storm One, Yapool would always have such an "emotional outburst," and they were already used to it.

“I can understand, adults are under a lot of psychological pressure.” The tall, thin extradimensional soldier sighed, looking at the Yapool still roaring in the distance. “Who wouldn’t feel pressured facing that beast, Storm One? Especially compared to Ultraman, it feels even more frustrating.” These words instantly struck a chord with the short, stout soldier, who nodded repeatedly: “Exactly! The Ultra race is also our enemy, but at least they have some ‘rules.’ They fight fairly, they don’t kill when they win, and they accept defeat when they lose. They’re at least human. But Storm One? He’s a complete beast!”

"Last time, the lord finally managed to rebuild half of the base, but Storm One and his men just stormed in, ignoring everything and starting to bomb without any warning." The tall, thin soldier shuddered as he recalled the previous carnage. "And the worst part was that the lord was almost resurrected when he somehow got hold of a suppression device that cut off the resurrection energy. It was utterly unreasonable!"

Actually, they didn't know that Cui Ming had taken some kind of device.

It was Cui Ming's side that was able to hold back the Yapool people with just dreams.

The short, stout soldier chimed in, "The worst part is that the Earthlings are protecting him! They know he has mental problems, yet they still made him the captain, and the doctor they found was his even crazier wife. This is even more outrageous than what happens in our other dimension! How can the adults not be furious every time they think about this?"

The two whispered amongst themselves until the Yapool's roars gradually subsided. They quickly shut their mouths, preparing to offer to help rebuild the base once their leader had calmed down. After all, complaining was one thing, but the work still had to be done. They also knew that no matter how furious their leader was, he would eventually take on the responsibility of rebuilding the base and protecting the other dimension. It was just that they needed an outlet for their frustrations after each defeat brought by Storm One.

"Sigh, being a leader isn't something just anyone can do," the short, stout extradimensional soldier sighed again, watching the Yapool's forlorn figure drift into the depths of the ruins.

This wasn't just a casual remark. In the past, aliens who wanted to be the leader of the extradimensional beings could line up from other dimensions all the way to Earth—after all, being a leader meant controlling resources, leading a race, and commanding an army to expand to other planets, which sounded incredibly prestigious. Back then, many aliens would openly or secretly compete with the Yapool, believing that if they became leaders, they could definitely do a better job than the Yapool and lead the extradimensional beings to conquer an even bigger world.

But what about now? Forget about competing with the Yapools, there aren't even any aliens willing to volunteer to become leaders anymore.

It wasn't that everyone suddenly lost their ambition, but after seeing the experiences of the Abalites, everyone felt that the job of a leader was simply inhuman—the Abalites hadn't had a single day of peace during their years as leaders.

That's terrible, really terrible.
So, our leader! We love and respect you!!!

You must work more!
Oh oh oh!
Damn
Having a good leader is great.
The blame-taking is all left to the leader.
All we need to do is wave flags and cheer. (End of Chapter)