I am Gatanothor, Seven x Human Form

Why did the source of darkness steal the transformation device?

Do you want to completely erase the existence of light?

Do you want to prevent Daigo from ever becoming light again?

He needs to notify the other Ultraman human host immediately.

We cannot allow the source of darkness, Masaki Keigo, to steal the Ultra Glasses again.

Otherwise, humanity's future will truly lose hope.

Thinking of this, Kirino Makio, carrying Daigo, quickened his pace.

He needs to hurry to Wumaquan's side to remind him.

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Wuma Izumi was completely unaware of Masaki Keigo's impending arrival. He also had no idea of ​​Daigo's defeat.

After all, Daigoto is different from the original work, and with Seven's help, he underwent intense and brutal Ultra training.

Its true strength has already surpassed that of the past.

But no one expected that a so-called Holy Cult would appear in the original story. This cult, which helped Masaki Keigo undergo equally inhumane training.

He stayed inside the villa.

Lock yourself in a room.

He was turning the mouse wheel on a computer screen.

He was reviewing the latest secret intelligence from the Monarchy organization. This information was only accessible to those with certain privileges.

This top-secret file was previously inaccessible even to him, but recently access has been granted to some high-ranking personnel, and Wu Maquan has been able to see it.

He saw a familiar figure in each of the photos: a gigantic creation made entirely of ultra-rigid metal. It resembled a massive skeleton of a living being, controlled via a neural connection through a helmet.

One person can control this behemoth simply by wearing the helmet. This is a product of Monarch's secret development over a long period; it possesses the power to fight even monsters, and its creators are confident they can annihilate them. With this machine, humanity will have a fighting chance.

Even if Ultraman is gone one day.

They can also use this perfect machine to fight the enemy.

“Mechagodzilla…” Wuma Quan typed on the keyboard, scrolling down the pages. He never expected that after so long, even in the Tiga universe, he would still see this Mechagodzilla modeled after Godzilla.

He hadn't seen Godzilla for quite some time. Back when he first lived on the deep seabed, he often saw Godzilla sleeping soundly inside a shell near the Earth's core.

Occasionally, a few tentacles will extend and greet Godzilla in a friendly manner.

"The completion of Mechagodzilla should cause a Godzilla uprising," Wumaquan said, resting his chin on his hand.

He pondered the matter between the two with a detached air. Whether it was Godzilla or Mechagodzilla, to him they were merely slightly larger toys. They posed no danger whatsoever. Godzilla itself was a natural monster, capable of improving its surroundings. Unless it offended the majesty of the Titan King, Godzilla generally remained hidden deep in the ocean, a fatter, even fatter version of himself.

Now that Mechagodzilla is completed, it probably won't be long before we see Godzilla come ashore.

He yawned, thinking that maybe he could go over and say hello to his neighbor, Godzilla.

"Wuma, where's the oil? There's not even any cooking oil left in the kitchen!" Seven's voice came from the first floor. Seven was either on his way to cook or cooking all day long. He had become a complete cooking tool.

"We've probably run out. I need to go out and buy some more." Wu Maquan heard the call from the second floor, closed his computer, stood up, clapped his hands, and replied.

I need to go out and buy some oil.

More people means more expenses. Especially when there are two gluttons at home.

P.S.: This chapter has 4,000 words; another 4,000 words to come.

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Chapter 90 Since it's free, I'll believe it a little.

The comfortable sunlight streamed down, still illuminating the thriving flowers. Pale yellow hues spread upwards from the base of their milky-white petals, while their roots burrowed deep into the dark, damp soil, vigorously absorbing nutrients.

The Qijiela flower takes root, sprouts, and grows into a fragile flower bud in a very short time.

Although it did not grow into its complete form in one go, it already had the characteristics of a child.

Sato Miriko took meticulous care of it, and would often bend down to sniff it, hoping to catch a whiff of the fragrant zigzag flowers.

However, what puzzled her was that the Qijiela flower seemed to have no fragrance when it wasn't in bloom; it was merely visually stunning and instantly appealing. Yet, when she was beside a young Qijiela flower, although she couldn't smell any fragrance, it was still refreshing and pleasant.

I no longer feel tired while working.

She stroked the budding Zigela flower; it was so smooth and comfortable, even better than a baby's skin.

Clumps of morning dew clumped up and adorned my body, like dazzling stars and diamonds.

"What kind of flower is this?" Sato Miriko wondered.

These days, she has also been searching online, but no matter how much she browses, she cannot find any flowers similar to or comparable to the Zigela flower.

Is it a hybrid variety that Wumaquan created himself?

That's quite possible, otherwise how could she not find any information about Qijiela flowers?

It's just that no one would have guessed that Wumaquan, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, would secretly try to create new varieties of hybrid flowers.

Could it be that you intend to breed them and give them away?

Sato Miriko thought and thought. If this was really her plan, then who would Wuma Izumi give the Qijiela flower to?

She thought and thought, but couldn't come up with a suitable candidate. So she stopped thinking about it, knowing that such daydreaming would only drain her energy.

She looked out the window.

An old woman walked past her, greeting her with a smile.

She carried a large bunch of healthy green vegetables, her back straight and hunched, radiating energy and vitality; even the wrinkles on her face had diminished considerably. At first glance, she didn't look like an elderly person, but rather a silver-haired woman, full of energy.

"Grandma, you're up so early to buy groceries?" Sato Miriko said with a smile.

"Yes, my health has been getting better and better lately. It's rare for me to get up early, so I shouldn't go grocery shopping. I should experience the morning sun once in a while; it's bright and comfortable," the old lady said cheerfully.

She moved with swiftness and steady progress.

His silhouette was powerful.

Miriko Sato watched the old woman leave.

Until it disappeared from her sight.

Her eyes showed curiosity.

She also knew this old lady.

After all, we all live nearby.

You can't see it when you look down, but you can see it when you look up.

You'll run into old ladies every now and then, and it's perfectly normal to greet them.

In her mind, the old lady was in good health and very robust.

But it doesn't seem to be that good.

It was originally just about physical health.

Even with strenuous exercise, I still experience lower back pain and need someone to carry me.

It seems like it's only been a short time since I last saw her, but today I saw her and she looked so much better, as if she had been completely rejuvenated. She looked much younger overall.

Sato Miriko was slightly puzzled.

Could it be that her memory of the old woman was wrong, and that the old woman was actually in such good health?

That shouldn't be the case. How could an elderly person's health suddenly improve so much?

She couldn't possibly be mistaken. If she could even get such a small thing wrong, how could she have risen to a high-ranking position in the Imperial Organization?

"That's strange." Although Sato Miriko was curious, she didn't ask any further questions, since it wasn't her business. It's not a good thing to pry into someone's privacy, especially since maybe the old lady was just unwell during the time she knew her, and had recovered after a period of rest.

Miriko Sato brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and continued to admire the thriving saplings of the Zigera flower.

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Grandma's house on her way back from the market early in the morning after buying groceries.

The old woman's health wasn't originally that good, but one day when she went to the supermarket to buy discounted eggs, a person on the street handed her a religious leaflet.

With the friendly thought that since it was free, she might as well believe a little and help the other party boost their sales, so she tried to follow the leader of the Holy Church.

You wouldn't believe it until you believed it, and once the old lady did, she discovered that this sect seemed to be real, not some ethereal, deceptive sect.

The Holy Church can indeed unleash miraculous power, capable of bringing the dead back to life.

Many people who suffered from terminal illnesses miraculously recovered after joining the Holy Church and receiving blessings from its leaders.

Even the old lady's own chronic leg pain has been cured. Her back, which she couldn't straighten before, has also recovered. She can now stand up straight like a normal person and even carry some heavy objects without easily experiencing back pain.

The person's physical functions have recovered to a level similar to that of their youth.

This made the old lady feel like she was young again.

In the days that followed, she noticed that the wrinkles on her face were gradually decreasing when she looked in the mirror.

It seems that the deeper one's faith in the religion, the greater the power of this blessing.

This made the old woman deeply believe in the divine ruler of the Holy Church, and she deeply trusted the omnipotent ruler.

Aside from the fact that she was a devout believer, the old woman had no other problems.

It could even be said that the old lady was very kind-hearted; otherwise, she wouldn't have readily accepted the leaflets handed to her by the person distributing the Christian pamphlets, and even kindly helped him to believe in them to boost his sales.

Recently, the old lady encountered an alien in her home. The alien was full of energy during the day, but became very weak at night.

Although they couldn't communicate verbally, the old woman was able to sense the other person's heart.

They can still communicate, and they learn from the alien that the alien came to Earth from afar with the responsibility of finding warriors.

On their planet, there are two races: one active during the day and the other active at night. Normally, the two races do not interact with each other. However, recently, the race active at night has had the idea of ​​invading the daytime races. They want to come to Earth to capture humans and use them as warriors to invade the daytime races.

In order to protect himself, he was sent by his tribe to find warriors or to stop the tribes from being active at night.