I am Gatanothor, Seven x Human Form

But what do they see now?

A human actually punched a vampire one by one, beating the vampire like a punching bag.

One of the vampires felt like he was dreaming. He wanted to go back and report to his superiors, but before he could even climb out of the alley, Wu Maquan grabbed him by the heel and dragged him back.

In just a few moments, only two or three vampires remained of the group.

Wu Maquan found a rope from somewhere and tied it to the vampire, attaching the other end to a street lamp.

A vampire hangs under a street lamp.

Three vampires hanging under three streetlights.

Wumaquan clapped his hands in satisfaction, then turned and went to the public phone booth to report to the Victory Team that there were signs of vampires in the area.

Regardless of whether the phone call was genuine or not, the Victory Team would always come to check it out.

He hid in the shadows of a corner, quietly observing everything.

As for why he didn't report it to the Imperial Organization, the professional slacker said: If there's nothing wrong, he would never create trouble for himself.

The Victory Team arrived quite quickly.

The two team members who came over were Shinjo and Daigo.

The two of them noticed the vampire hanging under the streetlight as soon as they arrived.

They immediately started pondering it.

“One of them is Ultraman,” Seven said. He had personally witnessed Daigo transform into light and enter the stone statue.

"Who is Tiga is obvious at a glance," Wuma Quan said. Putting aside his understanding of the original work, in the eyes of this dark BOSS, Daigo does not hide his own brilliance at all. Whether it is day or night, seeing Daigo is like seeing a light bulb of several watts. No wonder many invaders recognize Daigo's identity as Tiga at a glance.

"He's still too inexperienced in using his power and hasn't experienced much combat. If possible, let me train him." Seven felt a sense of care for Ultraman, who was protecting the Earth and was still in a novice state, just like when he trained Leo.

"Are you sure?" Wu Maquan's expression was strange.

"Yes, it's only natural for a senior to take care of a newcomer who has just become an Ultraman." Seven said in a matter-of-fact manner.

“Okay, I’ll take a look when I have some free time later,” Wumaquan nodded.

While communicating with Seven, he observed the movements of Daigo and Shinjo.

Daigo and Shinjo studied it for a while and quickly realized that what was hanging there was not a person, but a real vampire.

They didn't know who had the ability to deal with the vampires, and even managed to tie up three of them at once.

But that doesn't stop them from working.

The two of them swiftly kidnapped the three vampires and then piloted the Victory Swallow No. 1 towards headquarters.

Wuma Quan roughly guessed that after the Victory Team confirmed the existence of vampires, they would attack the vampire's lair once the specialized weapons were manufactured.

He slipped away unnoticed, ready to get a good night's sleep.

Drink a glass of milk before bed, and the next day you'll be refreshed and feel like a baby again.

P.S.: "Selling novels! Selling novels! Sir, just one recommendation vote is all I need!"

The author's bare feet were frozen purple, and no one had voted all day. If no one supports the author's novel soon, the author is going to die.

Readers who are good at keeping books in their heads smiled and shook their heads because the novel is too short.

The poor author tried several times but was rejected every time.

Just when he was in despair.

A man who looked like a boss in a novel came towards me. He pushed me against the wall, looked at my panic, my expression of wanting to escape and resist, and smiled evilly. Then he hooked his finger under my chin and said to me in the midst of my despair.

"You dog author, here are today's recommendation votes. Take them and spend them as much as you want. You're not allowed to go home."

Chapter Twenty-Five: Dreams

I fell into a deep sleep.

Wake up.

Wumaquan had a dream, a very strange dream.

In his dream, he transformed into Gatanothor, the ruler of darkness.

Standing atop a thin layer of gray fog and darkness, its jet-black tentacles, like pillars reaching to the sky, form a world unto themselves. Its true form is difficult to discern, and its scarlet eyes seem to be guiding lights for those lost in the darkness.

The sound of a conch shell playing a heavenly melody has a mesmerizing effect, making one feel that such a sound can only exist in heaven and is rarely found on earth.

Black mist swirled everywhere, dispelling calamities, diseases, and pain...

The black, spiky crab claws remained on the outer layer, making a snaking, cutting motion. Beneath their seemingly ethereal exterior, they appeared to be cutting away all that was malicious.

There was a huge empty space at the entrance, as if foreshadowing the future appearance of a statue there.

In the very center, a group of people were kneeling in devout prayer, muttering incantations and their hands clasped together as if in supplication.

Gatanothor tried his best to listen, the conch shell on his back transforming into a gravitational pull like a black hole, drawing in all the words spoken by humans. But for some reason, he couldn't hear them clearly, whether it was because his faith wasn't pure enough or because there were too few people praying.

However, one could faintly hear a few words.

Wumaquan thought he wasn't interested, but in his dream, as Gatanothor, he heard the words of human prayer: "Great ruler Gatanothor, you are an omnipotent god who stands firm throughout eternity and the river of time. Please guide me on the path ahead, dispel the fog of confusion, and light up hope for this lost lamb, Your Majesty, the supreme, benevolent, powerful, and most revered ruler..."

A tiny bit of happiness and excitement welled up inside me?

In his excitement, he took out a sliver of power from his body, dividing it bit by bit, breaking one segment in two, scattering it again and again, until the human body could withstand it.

He distributed this streamlined force among himself.

It fell precisely onto each of the worshippers.

There seemed to be a little bit of anticipation in my heart, looking forward to the next meeting.

Wu Maquan patted his head in confusion. How could he have such a strange dream?

He doesn't expect a group of believers to worship him.

It's really strange that a lazy bum like me doesn't need any believers.

"Seven, did I feel anything unusual last night, or did anything invade my body?" When in doubt, Wu Maquan immediately asked Seven.

"Nothing's wrong. Last night, apart from you killing some vampires and tying a few up under the streetlights, everything was normal." Seven, being Ultraman, didn't need to sleep, so he spent the entire night bored and constantly monitoring the situation outside. Although Wumaquan was Gatanothor, an evil god, Gatanothor was adept at sleeping, often for epochs at a time. This resulted in Wumaquan retaining this sleeping habit and having excellent sleep quality.

"Is that so?" Wumaquan didn't think much of it.

After all, who could quietly and secretly cause trouble under the noses of the Dark Ruler and Ultraseven?

He simply dismissed it as a strange dream. Perhaps the lingering resentment left by his predecessor was too profound.

Wu Maquan skillfully poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down to eat a buttered bread.

He was sleeping at night, while very few people on the Victory team's side were sleeping.

Because they brought back three vampires, Hori and the TPC doctors had to work overtime and stay up all night to study them. After confirming that the vampires were not benevolent, Hori even created a weapon specifically to counter them and equipped it to everyone in the Victory Team.

According to information obtained from vampires, the vampires have a base camp, which is a long-abandoned area.

A large number of vampires gathered there, including the Allah among vampires.

During this time, vampires hunted and preyed on a large scale, and many people have already suffered tragic fates.

Upon learning of the situation, the Victory Team had no choice but to immediately take action.

They rushed towards the vampire stronghold without stopping.

……

“Wuma, since you haven’t gone to work yet, I’ll tell you about the history of our Land of Light. We can’t let you have a bad impression of the Land of Light like last time.”

Seven transformed into a cute, cartoonish version of himself, with a chubby belly and plump little hands—a picture of pure, unadulterated beauty. He sat on Wumaquan's shoulder, swinging his short, chubby little feet.

He hadn't forgotten his promise to tell Wumaquan the history of the Land of Light.

The so-called "using love to influence" means using words and reason to persuade people.

“Let’s talk about this another time.” Wu Maquan didn’t want to listen. He grabbed Seven’s neck and let him shake his head. He flicked him lightly, making Seven’s chubby body roll around on the table a few times. “Get me some buttered bread from the oven.”

Little Seven got up, dusted himself off, and happily opened the oven, carrying a loaf of butter twice his size, wobbling over.

"To explain the origin of the Land of Light, it all started when the sun went out and all things withered..." After handing the bread to Wumaquan, Seven began to explain the long history of the Land of Light.

He knew that as long as he spoke, Wumaquan would at least listen to something.

Wu Maquan chose to ignore Seven's mutterings and turned around to do what he was doing as usual.

However, Seven is one with him; wherever he goes, Seven will be there too.

Seven kept talking, and he actually managed to listen to a little bit of it.

Until he saw Victory Team fighter planes flying past outside the window.

He leaned closer and looked; his extraordinary eyesight allowed him to see everything clearly, spotting where the Victory Team's fighter jets had landed.

"It seems the Victory Team has started to make their move; it won't be long before it gets dark." Wumaquan glanced at the bright, sunny morning.

"A monster is about to appear?" Seven struggled to climb onto Wumaquan's shoulder.

"A vampire monster, I suppose." Wu Maquan tidied himself up, picked up his tools, and prepared to go to work.

However, at his front door, he noticed a little girl in a yellow dress staring intently at him.

With an adorable, innocent look, a wreath of flowers adorning her head, and her clean little feet touching the ground, she exudes an aura that makes it hard to look away.

"You're awake? That was fast." The little girl in the yellow dress smiled, her eyes curving like crescent moons.

Wu Maquan felt a bit confused and asked in bewilderment, "Are you talking to me?"

"Yes, duck~" The little girl in the yellow dress nodded, took a few steps back, and moved her little feet nimbly. "See you next time~"

After saying that, the little girl skipped and hopped away, disappearing from Wumaquan's sight.

PS: Time to sleep. It's the fourth or third day since I got infected. I only have a slight headache and a very sore throat, chest tightness and phlegm. Everything else is fine. I don't know when I'll be fully recovered.

Requesting votes (σ｀?д?)σ

Chapter Twenty-Six: Who is the Toilet God of War?

"That girl is not human."