Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

"Hmph hmph hmph ahh ...

The city streets were filled with piercing cries and the sounds of retching. Some people clung to telephone poles, vomiting everything in their stomachs, even bile, but the putrid stench of 70 years of fermentation still lingered in their nostrils, making their vision blur. Others ran home like madmen, only to find their balconies completely covered in a dark brown, putrid liquid, making it impossible to open the windows—the entire city seemed to be submerged in a giant "stinking ditch," with a suffocating stench everywhere.

This is no "feast" at all; it is clearly a form of torture targeting the senses of smell and sight.

"Roar!!!!"

A deafening roar came from the direction of the coast, and Silizan finally "moved" completely. It didn't walk like a normal monster; it was more like a runaway zombie—its limbs swayed stiffly, its dark brown body still covered with bits of rotting flesh that hadn't fully healed. With each step, clumps of sticky stuff would be flung from the tear in its abdomen. It was impossible to tell if it was rotting flesh or fermenting entrails; it would explode with a "plop" on the ground, the splattering putrid liquid triggering another round of gagging.

A resident who was trying to escape by car had just driven out of the residential area when he saw Silizan strolling leisurely by the roadside. A clump of dark brown, rotting matter fell onto the windshield with a "thud," instantly obscuring the view. The stench, ten times stronger than before, poured into the car through the air conditioning vents, and the driver immediately vomited on the steering wheel. The car went out of control and crashed into the roadside guardrail.

Choi Myung stood at the temporary command post, watching the movements of Silizan on the monitor screen, his brows furrowed so deeply they could crush a rock. He was silent for a few seconds, then took out his communicator and pressed the call button, his tone resolute and unwavering: "Miri, you take your team and evacuate to a safe area immediately. I'll handle this thing."

"Huh? But you're all alone..." Misato's hesitation came through the communicator.

"Listen to me." Cui Ming interrupted her, his gaze falling on the screen showing Silizan throwing away the rotten matter. "This guy is disgusting. Who knows how many germs are hidden in the putrid liquid. It's too dangerous for you to stay here. Let's evacuate and prepare for the subsequent purification."

"Well... alright." Misato knew Choi Myung's temper, so she didn't try to persuade him any further and immediately began arranging the evacuation.

The call had barely ended when Asuka's voice came from the side, tinged with a hint of stubbornness: "Sui, I want to stay and help too! I can control the fighter jets to hold it back!"

Choi Myung turned to look at her, pointed to the rotting matter that Silizan had once again flung off in the surveillance footage, and said with a tone full of helplessness, "Listen to Asuka, look at this thing, it's flung around everywhere when you walk..." He paused, unable to accurately describe the sticky thing, "Anyway, it's highly rotten stuff, the smell is so strong it can make people dizzy. If you stay here, you'll only be affected and won't be of any help."

Asuka followed his finger to the screen and saw that the rotting matter that Silizan had thrown off had splattered on the wall of a residential building, with dark brown liquid dripping down the wall. She frowned, thought for a moment, and then nodded: "Okay, then be careful."

"The rest of you, retreat immediately to the assembly point five kilometers away!" Cui Ming turned to his team members and ordered, "This stuff's corrosive liquid is contaminated and not suitable for group operations. I'm more flexible dealing with it alone." "Yes, sir!" The team members didn't hesitate and immediately packed up their equipment and began to retreat. The sounds of footsteps and clashing equipment gradually faded away, and the once bustling temporary command post was soon left with only Cui Ming, with only the sea breeze carrying the stench blowing in.

Cui Ming stretched his wrists and was about to walk towards Xilizan when he suddenly paused—wait, he was so busy just now that he seemed to have forgotten someone important.
He stroked his chin, his mind racing through the evacuation list: Misato's team, Asuka, the EDF members... It seemed like someone was missing? Who was it again?

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the city, beneath a large tree, expert Matsumoto huddled by its roots, his body covered in dried, rotting liquid, half a piece of flesh still clinging to his face. He had been hiding there since the whale explosion, ignored and uncared for; even his communicator had been lost in the chaos. Now, surrounded by the lingering stench and hearing the distant roars of Silizan, only endless despair filled his heart: "Is anyone there? Is anyone there?! Help me!"

He shouted for a long time, but all he heard was the sound of wind rustling through the leaves. Only then did he belatedly realize—everyone had evacuated, completely forgetting about him, the "expert"!

Meanwhile, Cui Ming, after thinking for a long time, still couldn't remember who he had forgotten. He could only shake his head and say, "Forget it, let's deal with the monster first. We'll count the number of people after we're done." With that, he gripped his weapon tightly and strode towards Xilizan, completely unaware that the expert he had "invited" was still not far away, reeking of foul odor, playing the role of the "forgotten unlucky guy."

The sea breeze, carrying a stench of decay, swept over him, but Cui Ming's hand gripping the flamethrower remained as steady as a rock. The communicator just crackled with Kaina's calm, data-analyzing voice: "Target: Silizan, no signs of life, a zombie-type monster; neck can extend freely, with a maximum extension distance of 15 meters; possesses an energy-devouring organ in its abdomen, close contact should be avoided; can spray highly toxic, putrid gas from its mouth, with a 10-meter radius; cells possess regenerative capabilities, ordinary physical attacks are ineffective—core weakness: temperatures above 1000 degrees Celsius can completely destroy cellular tissue, rendering regeneration impossible."

Cui Ming glanced at Silizan not far away. The sixty-meter-tall monster was swaying its body, corrosive liquid dripping from the wound on its abdomen, leaving dark brown trails on the sand with every step. He quickly sorted out his tactics in his mind: no life response meant that neural attacks were ineffective, and it could only be destroyed on a physical level; neck extension and poison gas spray were the main threats, and a safe distance had to be maintained; and its "fear of high temperatures" was the only breakthrough point, as the flamethrower could reach an instantaneous temperature of 1200 degrees Celsius, which would just be enough to inhibit its cell regeneration.

"Roar—!" Silizan seemed to sense the threat, abruptly raising its head, its empty eye sockets aimed at Cui Ming. Its neck suddenly stretched forward like a spring, its putrid maw lunging forward, attempting to devour Cui Ming!

Cui Ming was prepared. He pushed off the ground with his toes and retreated rapidly, simultaneously pulling the trigger of his flamethrower! A wall of blazing flames instantly formed, blocking Silizan's path. "Sizzle—!" The flames licked at Silizan's neck, instantly scorching the rotting flesh and releasing an even more pungent, acrid smell. Silizan cried out in pain, his neck jerking back with a deafening roar.

Without pausing, Cui Ming took advantage of the moment when Xilizan retreated to quickly move to its side—from here he could avoid the energy absorption range of its abdomen and still attack its joints.

He stared at Silizan's left knee joint—the perfect spot to strike. "Now!" Cui Ming accelerated his sprint, and the instant he was close to Silizan, he aimed the flamethrower nozzle at the joint, unleashing maximum firepower! (End of Chapter)