Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Three hundred meters beneath the city, in a lava cavern, crimson firelight illuminated the distorted faces of the Kirieloids. The lead prophet-like being slammed his fist against the rock wall, sending scorching stone chips raining down, his roar filled with suppressed rage: "Why?! Why does that dark giant deserve the cheers of humanity?!"

From the depths of the cave came a chorus of voices echoing from all sides. Several lurking Kirieloids revealed their semi-transparent spiritual outlines, the glowing orbs on their chests flashing violently in anger: "That's right! We are the beings who have protected Earth since the ancient times. Humanity should be guided by us! That Tiga was nothing but a traitor to the dark faction back then, what kind of savior is he pretending to be now?"

Their anger was not unfounded—recently, every electronic screen and every newspaper in the city has been filled with images of Ultraman Tiga. People are discussing the dazzling light when the giant fires his beams, taking "Tiga's appearance" as a sign of absolute safety, and even street vendors are selling badges with the giant's head printed on them.

What drove the Kirieloids even more crazy was the unprecedented trust humans showed when they mentioned Tiga: "With the Titans around, we're not afraid of even the most disgusting monsters." "They're much more reliable than the army. Just seeing such a huge creature makes us feel safe."

"Damn it, Storm One bullied us, and we put up with it!" The Kirieloid in his prophet form trembled, filled with barely concealed fear. "That madman chased three of our companions last time, and they didn't even survive in their spiritual form. His mech can lock onto our energy fluctuations directly, and he fires a shot as soon as he sees us. Who can withstand that? But what is Tiga anyway!"

The witch-like being beside her shrieked in agreement, a faint flame flickering at her fingertips: "Just a dark giant from back then! We saw him with our own eyes absorbing the energy of his own kind on the ancient battlefield, and now he's pretending to be the embodiment of light! Humans are all fools, to believe such a liar!"

They actually got this wrong.
After all, Tiga's transformation into the Light faction was aided by Cui Ming, and the other Dark Giants were defeated and forced to leave.

The Kirieloids, however, were unaware of this.
In short, they see Tiga as a traitor to the dark faction!
Yet, this traitor was actually trusted by humans!

Damn it!!! I'm furious!!!

Of course, their anger was also mixed with deep fear.

They knew very well that there was now a Storm One.
Storm One is truly ruthless—last time, a comrade had just caused a "sacred fire" explosion in the city when he was locked onto by Kanar's scanning system. Cui Ming chased him for three blocks in his mecha and finally used an energy blade to shatter the opponent's spiritual core, leaving him no chance to reincarnate. But Tiga is different; he always appears only when a monster appears, and disappears after the fight, seemingly subject to some kind of restriction that prevents him from being easily exposed.

"We have to stir things up!" The prophet-like being clenched its fist, and a blinding red light erupted from the glowing orb on its chest. "We can't let that dark giant steal our 'followers'! We must let humanity know who the true god who can guide them is!"

A thin, Kirieloid timidly spoke up: "But...but what about Storm One..."

"What's so scary about Storm One?" the prophet interrupted sharply, a sinister glint in his eyes. "We won't confront him head-on. First, we'll create 'Angel Phantoms' to bewitch humanity, saying that Tiga is a demon bringing disaster. Then we'll summon the Gates of Hell so that humanity can witness 'divine punishment' firsthand. Tiga will definitely come out to stop us then, and we'll use the opportunity of engaging him in combat to lure the battlefield to the vicinity of TPC headquarters—no matter how crazy Cui Ming is, he wouldn't dare to recklessly use mechs and heavy weapons in the city!"

He paused, then added, "And we can transform! Tiga has Composite Type, Power Type, and Sky Type; we also have Violent Battle Type and Super Speed ​​Battle Type. We're stronger and faster than him, and we can even unleash Hellfire Bullets! Once we defeat him, humanity will naturally recognize who the true ruler is!" The witch-form entity immediately chimed in, "I'll control the TV presenters and spread the prophecy that 'Tiga is the messenger of darkness'; you all go prepare the energy core for the Gates of Hell, and make sure it succeeds on the first try!"

The Kirieloids in the cave responded enthusiastically, their spiritual forms becoming increasingly clear in the firelight. But no one dared mention the horrific scene of being hunted down by Storm One, nor were they willing to admit that their choice to attack Tiga was simply because they dared not provoke that madman piloting the mecha again.

The prophet stared at the rocks at the top of the cave, gritting his teeth: "Tiga, this time I will make sure you are utterly disgraced! Human faith belongs only to us Kirieloids!"

But in his voice, besides anger, there was also a hint of insecurity that he himself didn't realize—after all, behind Tiga stood Storm One, the one who could chase them to their deaths. But at this moment, the Kirieloid, blinded by jealousy, couldn't care less about that.

The Kirieloids hid their lair in a lava cave 300 meters underground, not for any "mysterious ritual," but simply because they were terrified of being chased by Storm One. After all, any energy fluctuation on the surface could be detected by Kaynar's scanning system, and that madman piloting the Nix mech could dig his way to their lair directly from the signal source.

The energy barrier deep within the cave had been reinforced with three layers, each layer pushed to its limits. Even the Kirieloids on guard duty dared not use their spiritual forms to probe the ground, instead sending their weakest individuals to mimic stray cats and mice, gathering information along the walls. Once, a Kirieloid mimicking a wild dog accidentally sensed the energy fluctuations of the Triumph Mech activating three kilometers from the TPC base. Terrified, its spiritual form nearly collapsed, unable to maintain its mimicry. When it stumbled back into the cave, its fur was still trembling uncontrollably.

Why.
This is a difficult situation.
So, let's take action!

It all started with that TV show that Megumi Kijima was going to be in!!!

Hmph! Let's start with your Victory Team captain! I refuse to believe it! Your captain worships our god Kirieloid! What can you do about it!
should
is that OK?

perhaps?

The Kirieloids felt that this plan should be without problems.
Right?
"Is...it should be alright?" The prophet's voice unconsciously weakened, his gaze drifting towards the escape route deep within the cave—a route they had dug long ago, so they could immediately escape deeper underground if things went wrong.

The other Kirieloids sensed his unease, but there was no turning back now. The witch-like individual took a deep breath and led the way towards the cave exit: "Stop thinking so much! If we hesitate any longer, Tiga's reputation will only grow stronger! Let's prepare now and make sure that Megumi submits to the Kirieloid God on the live stream!"

The prophet gritted his teeth and rose as well, though his steps were slower than before. (End of Chapter)