Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

The gift left behind by the multifaceted aliens was far more practical than Cui Ming had initially anticipated—not complex space technology equipment, but two simply designed weapons: a palm-sized black pistol and a short knife with a cold, gleaming blade. According to the information the multifaceted aliens added before leaving, the pistol was an instant-fire gravity weapon, generating a localized gravity field the moment the trigger was pulled, capable of directly suppressing or severely injuring a target; the short knife was made of an alloy unique to their home planet, hard enough to cut through the skin of ordinary monsters and also capable of slightly interfering with energy fields.

The multifaceted aliens mentioned that these were merely rudimentary weapons of their civilization, sufficient to deal with ordinary aliens on Earth. As for advanced weapons, they dared not leave them behind—there were too many absurd beings in this universe, and if some cunning or ambitious alien discovered traces of these weapons and followed the technological clues to their home planet, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Cui Ming toyed with the gravity weapon in his hand, his fingertips clearly feeling the stable energy fluctuations within it. He fully understood this concern. In this world where even Greeza could hide inside Bruton, caution was indeed key to survival. What surprised him even more was that the Multifaceted Alien had actually had contact with "humans from another world."

According to the multifaceted aliens, before encountering Bruton, they briefly resided on a parallel Earth. In their eyes, the humans of that world were more like "mass-producible objects"—their life-printing technology could even replicate humans with complete souls, an ability that can only be described as "outrageous."

Even more absurd events are yet to come. That parallel Earth is being invaded by alien refugees, and the situation is extremely precarious. Out of a desire to "prevent the premature extinction of a less advanced civilization," the multifaceted aliens secretly pass a message to a little girl they happen to meet, instructing her to create a "black sphere"—a minimal piece of equipment to counter the alien refugees, originally intended to help Earthlings build a basic defense system.

However, after the little girl's wealthy father discovered the value of the black ball, he turned this life-saving device into a tool for making money.

He not only misinterpreted the purpose of the black ball, but also designed a "points system": sending clones to fight aliens without providing them with advanced weapons. Advanced weapons require a large number of points to exchange for black balls or to be resurrected. Ignorant people can only wait to die in despair under the attack of alien refugees.

The multifaceted aliens said they were completely baffled at the time—they were on the verge of extinction, yet they were still obsessed with making money; this logic was beyond their comprehension.

Upon hearing this, Cui Ming's face instantly darkened, and his fingers gripping the gravity weapon tightened involuntarily. He thought, "It's better to leave this kind of hindrance with nothing."
Are you out of your mind? Believe me, next time alien refugees break through the defenses, they'll eat you high-ranking officials and the wealthy alive first! What kind of world is this? You're playing with the lives of all humanity!

He was genuinely furious—if he were in that world, he would probably set aside the threat of alien refugees and prioritize dealing with all these fools profiting from the national crisis. Such people are more of a hindrance than the alien invasion itself.

The multifaceted alien was taken aback when it saw Cui Ming's angry expression. After understanding Cui Ming's point of view, it nodded thoughtfully. It agreed with Cui Ming's point of view. Previously, it only thought that those people's behavior was "irrational," but it did not realize that it would directly accelerate the demise of civilization.

After the multifaceted aliens return to their home planet, they will adjust their intervention methods on that parallel Earth—the primary goal being to stop the wealthy individuals who monopolize the Black Sphere technology from amassing wealth and to make the technology public.

As for the specific methods, it fully adopted Cui Ming's suggestion: directly and precisely deliver those ferocious alien refugees in front of the self-serving high-ranking officials, letting them personally experience the fear of being shrouded in alien threats and taste the despair of ordinary people facing invasion. Of course, the final result was as tragic as expected—those high-ranking officials, who were used to a life of luxury, had no ability to fight against the alien refugees and instantly became their prey, dying a gruesome death as if they were being torn apart and devoured alive by a bear.

The multifaceted aliens remained unmoved by all of this, simply following Cui Ming's proposed solutions step by step. After all, Cui Ming had provided them with shelter and helped them escape Earth, this "danger zone," so doing this small favor was merely repaying a debt. The lives of the higher-ups on parallel Earth were not their concern. Having experienced the absurd threats of the AoE universe, they genuinely wanted no further involvement with anything related to "mechanical monsters" or "dangerous civilizations," and only wished to return to their own world as soon as possible to live peacefully.

Meanwhile, Cui Ming, carrying the gravity weapon and polymer oscillating knife left behind by the multifaceted aliens, went straight to the base's research laboratory to discuss upgrades with Horii and the professors sent by the EDF. Especially the polymer oscillating knife; its built-in high-frequency oscillation function could easily cut through hard materials, and Cui Ming immediately saw its potential—if combined with Earth technology to enhance the oscillation frequency, it might be able to effectively damage some tough-skinned monsters.

As soon as Cui Ming entered the lab, he saw Horii slumped in a chair, sweat streaming down his face, his tracksuit back soaked through, and his hair plastered to his forehead, looking utterly exhausted. "Hey! Horii, wipe your sweat, don't catch a cold again." Cui Ming casually tossed him a pack of tissues, his tone teasing yet also concerned—Horiii had caught a cold once before from sweating after special training, and he couldn't afford to let him down again.

Horii took the tissue, wiped the sweat off his face haphazardly, and shook his head with a wry smile: "Instructor, there's nothing I can do. The special training is so intense. After running 10 kilometers, we do physical training. When we stop, we're covered in sweat. It's hard not to sweat." As he spoke, he raised his hand to rub his sore arms, clearly still recovering from the high-intensity training.

"Take care of yourself, change your clothes promptly after training, and don't push yourself too hard," Cui Ming instructed, then placed the box containing the weapons on the lab table. "By the way, I have a new research task for you—disassemble and analyze these two weapons to see if we can incorporate them into our technological upgrades."

Horii perked up slightly upon hearing "research mission," and curiously opened the box at the lab bench. His eyes lit up when he saw the gravity weapon and the vibrating blade inside, but his face quickly fell again: "What kind of research is this? Weapons again?" He sighed, his tone full of helplessness. "Actually, I hope for peace. Constantly researching these fighting and killing things makes me feel like I'm getting further and further away from my original intention of 'protecting the city.'"

“But the aliens won’t give you peace.” Cui Ming interrupted his lament, his tone calm but with an undeniable firmness. “You developed more powerful weapons not to attack proactively, but to ensure the survival of the GUTS team and more people when aliens or monsters invade. Peace is not something that comes by prayer, but something that is maintained by strength.”

Horii paused for a moment, then nodded silently, clenching his fist. "You're right, I was overthinking it." He took a deep breath, stood up, dusted himself off, and his eyes regained their resolve. "I'll rest for five minutes, then I'll start disassembling and analyzing it immediately! I'll come up with an upgrade plan as soon as possible!"

"Yes, instructor!" he finally replied, straightening his back. The EDF professors in the lab also gathered around, their eyes filled with research interest as they looked at the alien weapon on the experimental table. The slightly tired atmosphere was instantly replaced by anticipation for the new technology.

(End of this chapter)