Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

In a conference room in an office building in Tokyo, several Japanese developers dressed in suits sat around a table with development plans for Kuryojima spread out in front of them, their tone full of arrogant confidence.

"TPC's injunction is just for show. Do they really think it can stop us?" The bald president pounded on the table, a disdainful smile playing on his lips. "They have no idea how valuable that piece of land on Kuroshima is! Once it's developed, we can make at least several billion. What's a little risk compared to that?"

The project manager next to him immediately chimed in, pushing up his glasses: "The president is right! TPC always says there are monsters on the island, but we haven't seen any monsters come out to hurt anyone all these years. Maybe it's just an excuse they're using to prevent us from developing the island! Besides, even if there really are monsters, do you think TPC would just ignore us?"

“Exactly!” another developer slapped his thigh, speaking with righteous indignation. “We are a legitimate company, developing on our own country’s land. TPC has an obligation to protect us! Their moral standards are so high, they can’t just stand by and watch us get attacked by monsters, can they? If something really happens, they’ll definitely send fighter jets and Ultraman to save us!”

The president nodded, circling a line on the planning map with his finger: "So we don't need to report to TPC. We can just secretly send people to the island to start construction. By the time they find out, our foundation will be almost finished. Even if they want to stop us then, they'll have to consider our losses—they can't let us invest money for nothing, can they?"

"What if TPC investigates?" a young employee asked quietly.

The president glared at him, his tone even more arrogant: "What are you going to investigate? We haven't broken any laws! At most, there's a procedural issue. What can they do to us? Besides, if something really happens, public opinion will definitely be on our side—everyone will say that TPC doesn't protect its own companies, and they can't afford to lose face like that!"

The project manager chimed in, "That's right! TPC values ​​its image the most. If we make a big scene, they'll definitely have to compromise. They'll not only have to protect our construction, but they might even have to give us subsidies!"

The group grew increasingly excited, completely disregarding the TPC's ban and the monster threat on Kurara Island, as if the development plan was a sure thing. Little did they know that their decision to bypass the TPC and ignore the dangers would not only push the construction team into peril but also create a huge hidden danger for subsequent monster countermeasures—while in the TPC command center, Sawai and Yoshioka were still discussing the remnants of the Kirieloids, completely unaware of the impending illegal development on Kurara Island.

"Alright, it's settled then!" The president made the final decision, his eyes filled with greed. "Send a construction team to the island next week. Tell everyone it's for geological research. We absolutely cannot let TPC know our true purpose!"

The other developers nodded in agreement, their faces beaming with smug smiles, as if they could already see a continuous stream of wealth beckoning to them. They were completely unaware that they were about to awaken a terrifying monster capable of destroying everything.

"By the way, we need to expedite things with the construction team. It's best to find those who urgently need money, just give them a small fee for their hard work, and don't waste time talking to them." The president picked up his coffee and took a sip, speaking casually as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

The project manager immediately understood and nodded with a smile: "Got it! I'll contact the outsourcing company right away and find workers from those remote areas. They're honest and will work hard for a little money. Even if something happens, it'll be easy to deal with them."

"Something happened? What could possibly happen?" Another developer, legs crossed, tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table, his tone full of disdain. "Even if there really is a monster on the island, we might not encounter it. Besides, if we do, isn't there TPC? At worst, we can have the workers hold them off while we retreat, and then resume construction once TPC has dealt with the monster." This remark immediately drew a burst of laughter from the conference room. No one thought there was anything wrong with it; on the contrary, they all thought it was a "clever" approach.

The president put down his coffee cup, his face darkening, not because he found it cruel, but because he was worried about trouble: "Don't put it so harshly. What do you mean by making the workers bear the brunt? If something really happens, we can just compensate the families, right? It's just a few tens of thousands of yuan. Compared to billions in profits, it's nothing!"

"Exactly!" someone immediately chimed in. "Those workers' lives are cheap. It's their blessing to be able to 'sacrifice' for our project! We can then give their families a 'compensation' and spread the word that we're so conscientious. Maybe we can even earn a good reputation!"

The young employee turned pale upon hearing this and couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "What if the workers don't want to go? After all, TPC said it's dangerous."

The president slammed his hand on the table, staring at him fiercely: "Unwilling? There are plenty of people who are willing! There are plenty of people who can't find work these days. If you don't do it, plenty of others will! Besides, we'll tell them we're just going to 'survey the geology,' not that we're going to develop it. Once they get to the island, they won't be able to leave even if they want to!"

The project manager chimed in, his tone full of calculation: "That's right! Once the construction equipment is moved in and the workers are on the job, even if they find something's wrong, they'll have no choice but to keep going—they signed a contract, and they'll have to pay compensation for breach of contract. Can they afford to pay that?"

The group of men chatted excitedly, their eyes fixed on money and profit, completely disregarding the lives of the workers. Their discussion wasn't about ensuring safety, but rather about exploiting the workers' poverty and ignorance, treating them as cheap tools, or even as "cannon fodder" to be sacrificed at any moment.

"Also, make it clear to the outsourcing company that the workers are not allowed to contact the outside world too much. Take away their phones, saying it's to prevent the leakage of 'trade secrets'," the president added, emphasizing the words "resort area" on the planning map. "Once the project is completed, we'll all be billionaires. Who will remember those workers then?"

"Haha, the president is brilliant!"

"Exactly! When we get there, we'll be living in ocean-view villas and flying private jets. Who will care about the lives of those poor bastards then!"

The laughter in the meeting room grew increasingly jarring. Sunlight streamed through the windows, but it couldn't penetrate the greedy and cold hearts of these men. They were unaware that they were not only ignoring TPC's warnings, but also pushing the lives of hundreds of workers towards the clutches of a soon-to-awaken monster—all for the sake of their ever-flowing pockets of cash.

That's the troublesome part. Sometimes TPC is too lenient, which makes some guys think they can cause trouble.
At this point, Cui Ming should make his move.
After all, Cui Ming really can kill people. (End of Chapter)