Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Never underestimate the intelligence network of the universe—even pirate groups in remote star systems have heard of "Storm One (Cui Ming)," not to mention those forces that have been entrenched in the universe for many years. Recently, many aliens have vaguely sensed through their respective intelligence channels that "that ruthless character who can destroy planets seems to be temporarily away from Earth." The news is quietly circulating in the dark web of the cosmic black market, but none of them dare to take the opportunity to "stir up trouble" on Earth.

It wasn't that they didn't want to—Earth's resources were a tempting prize for many aliens—but the thought of Cui Ming and the Ultra race's fighting power forced them to suppress even the greatest greed. "That guy's only temporarily gone, he's not never coming back." "What if he rushes back from another world as soon as we make a move? We won't even have time to run." "Wasn't that stubborn Gatanothor remnant who didn't believe in evil beaten to a pulp by him for attacking Earth?"—privately, the aliens warned each other, none daring to risk their lives. After all, they weren't fools; they all knew that "you can't mess with Cui Ming," and a temporary absence was far less important than "living."

The reason Alien Empera knew that Cui Ming was no longer in the Land of Light universe but had gone to the Ultraman Tiga world was because during their dream battle, the two had occasionally chatted about "missions in different worlds" during a break in their intense fight. "We might have to go to the Ultraman Tiga world to deal with the mess from the ancient times," Empera thought to himself. He didn't pay much attention at the time, until he later realized that Cui Ming was no longer in his dreams, and that the guy had really gone to another world.

But the Aliens of Empera would never tell other aliens about this.

On one occasion, a Mefilas alien casually mentioned, "Should we have the intelligence department communicate with other cosmic forces to prevent them from unknowingly provoking Storm One?" Before he could finish speaking, he was coldly interrupted by Emperor: "What level are they? Do they even deserve to know where Storm One is?"

The arrogance in his tone was almost overflowing—in Emperor's eyes, those aliens who only knew how to hide in the shadows and make small moves weren't even worthy of being called "opponents," at best they were just "scum." Only those "arch-enemies" who could directly confront Cui Ming were qualified to know about his movements; others? They didn't even have the right to inquire.

"The battle between me and Storm One is the most elite confrontation in the universe, and it is not for outsiders to comment." A wisp of dark energy swirled around the fingertips of the Alien Empera, his eyes full of disdain. "If those guys dare to be so reckless as to disturb Storm One, that's fine—it saves me the trouble of taking action. Let them taste the power of Storm One first, and let them understand what it means to be 'unworthy'."

The Mefilas aliens immediately understood—their Majesty treated "knowing Cui Ming's whereabouts" as "an honor reserved for his archenemy," neither wanting other aliens to ride the coattails of "fighting Cui Ming" nor deigning to share intelligence with those "second-rate" forces. After all, in Emperor's mind, only he was qualified to be Cui Ming's strongest opponent; other aliens didn't even have the right to "warm up with Cui Ming."

Those aliens who were still debating whether or not to take advantage of the situation would be glad if they knew what the Alien Empera was thinking—thankfully they didn't court death, otherwise they would not only have to face the wrath of the Dark Emperor, but also be used as a target to "tarnish the glory of their nemesis" by this dark emperor, and they wouldn't even know how they died.

As the Alien Empera sat on the Dark Throne, dark energy slowly flowing around his fingertips. His eyes, however, were no longer as agitated as before, but rather more serene. He always felt that those low-level methods of ambushing from the shadows and using conspiracies and tricks to control others were not worthy of being used against Cui Ming.

This wasn't about "showing mercy," but rather its pride as a powerful being, and its recognition of Cui Ming. After all, it knew Cui Ming too well—from their repeated clashes in the dream battle, it understood Cui Ming's combat strength and resilience. It knew that those underhanded tactics could at most temporarily restrain him, but couldn't fundamentally harm Cui Ming; on the contrary, they would only tarnish the meaning of "confrontation" itself.

In Empera's heart, Tremor was no longer simply an "enemy," but more like a "kindred spirit"—not a blood relation, but a resonance on a soul level. It was the only survivor of Empera's race, bearing the past of its entire race alone in the dark universe; while Tremor was desperately trying to save its race, carving a path to survival for its people from the cosmic crisis.

The two seem to be two extremes, one walking alone in the darkness, the other guarding in the light, yet they share the same "loneliness" and "persistence." Alien Empera narrowed his eyes slightly, the images of each battle with Triumph flashing through his mind—what he wanted was never as simple as "defeating Triumph," but rather to see Triumph shed all restraints, fully unleash his potential, and transform into the "ultimate form" that he had longed for and was awestruck by, and then fight him fair and square.

It knew that only such a life deserved its full effort; and only such a confrontation could make it feel the true meaning of "living".

"How wonderful," Alien Empera suddenly murmured, a rare smile slowly curving his lips—not a sneer, nor a mockery, but genuine joy. The candle-like energy within the Dark Castle seemed to sense this emotion, swaying slightly and taking on a warm glow.

It has lived for a long time, seen countless aliens, and fought countless battles, but only Cui Ming can give it the excitement of "meeting a worthy opponent" and allow it to find a resonance with the strong in its lonely reign.

“It’s good to have such an opponent.” Alien Empera repeated, his eyes filled with relief and appreciation. He raised his hand to disperse the dark energy at his fingertips, no longer worrying about when Cui Ming would return, nor bothered by the days without battle—he was willing to wait, to wait for Cui Ming to settle the affairs of his race, to wait for Cui Ming to be ready, and then, in his most complete form, to fight a battle with him that could shake the universe.

After all, for it, encountering one such opponent in a lifetime is enough.

Of course, the Yabo people were crying their eyes out in the toilet.
I am the nemesis of Storm One!

I am the one!

They've already admitted it!
Unfortunately, the Yapool's idea was useless; the Abera aliens didn't care.

Furthermore, the Yapool people were no match for the Alien Ambera.
can only say.
Poor guy
Thinking about all this is useless.
Abe ignored him.
So, keep going, Yabo people!
Let's see if we can make Abela remember. (End of Chapter)