Ultraman's opening scene: lifting up Kuroshio Island

“They are heroes, of course, I never deny that, and everyone agrees. It’s just that everyone knows that this has lost its appeal, so why not try a different approach!” Junichi Oshima pushed up his glasses, a wise glint in his eyes.

"No, it has to be stopped!" Minghui's attitude was very firm. "I'm asking you to enhance their image in people's minds, not distort it!"

"Using novels for publicity is indeed a good idea. You can continue writing, but it can't be like this. It must be written in a way that is great, glorious, and righteous!"

Changing the subject, Minghui spoke again.

The light of hope cannot be obtained simply by people knowing that he is Ultraman; it requires people's heartfelt recognition, gratitude, or admiration for him to receive the light of hope.

Otherwise, his appearances these few times would have brought him a great deal of hope.

Unless a monster attack actually happens to someone in their immediate surroundings, and people don't have strong feelings about it, they tend to be indifferent and find it difficult to identify with the monster.

Whether through novels or newspapers, publicity can deepen people's feelings. Although this is not something that can be achieved overnight, it will bring a lot of hope over time.

“But I think the current novels are very effective.” Junichi Oshima tried to argue.

"no!"

Minghui's answer was resolute.

Perhaps Junichi Oshima is right, but can this kind of feeling really bring him a ray of hope?

Even if he could, Minghui refused.

Who knows what impact the glimmer of hope born from this emotion will have on him?

I don't want a tainted ray of hope!

Recalling the plot of the book, Minghui couldn't help but shudder.

Oh dear, how scary!

Seeing Minghui's resolute attitude, Oshima Junichi sighed: "Alright, you're the customer, so you're in charge."

It's such a shame that such a great plot was just designed.

"Keep promoting it. The newspaper coverage this time was quite good. I'll continue to send you funds later."

After giving his final instructions, Minghui turned and left the office.

As for where the funding will come from? Minghui, who is earning a meager salary as a club coach, is not worried at all. His good brother Fengyuan will definitely lend a hand, hehe!

After Minghui left, Oshima Junichi looked at the words on the typewriter with some regret. He clicked his tongue and said, "And all that excitement I got..."

He shook his head helplessly and called out towards the door:

"Dahe! Come in here for a moment, there are some changes to the previous publicity strategy!"

............

Walking back to the sports club, Minghui recalled what had just happened.

He felt that Junichi Oshima was quite capable; he hadn't expected him to use novels to promote Ultraman.

But this thing will definitely work!

Words have a strong ability to evoke emotions; if the plot is well-written, it can quickly resonate with people.

They might even exaggerate the hardships the Ultra Warriors endure to protect humanity, showing how they remain steadfast in their loyalty despite all the difficulties...

It seems like there's definitely potential...

Minghui stroked his chin, deep in thought, and even conceived the idea of ​​writing a novel himself.

With the help of the various online novels I've read, it would be a piece of cake to stir up the emotions of these unsophisticated people from the 1970s.

But in the end, he decided to let it go.

This kind of thing can be done later, but not now.

He's too weak right now; he should focus on improving his strength.

Let someone else handle things that don't yield immediate results and take up a lot of time.

After pondering all the way, Minghui gradually approached the sports club, but he suddenly paused, looking at the two cheerful figures, one in black and one in white, not far away, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes:

"How did these two end up together?"

Chapter 45 Ron's Turf Wars [Please read! Please add to your favorites!]

The two figures, one black and one white, were Ron and the big black dog that was wandering nearby. The two of them had fought before, and the big black dog even broke a few teeth in the process.

Logically speaking, these two should be extremely hostile to each other, but judging from their cheerful figures, they don't look like enemies at all.

"Ron!"

Unable to figure it out, Minghui simply called out.

Hearing Minghui's call, Ron ran towards him, with the big black dog following closely behind.

What's going on with you two?

Minghui glanced at the two of them and asked with a puzzled look.

"Boss Minghui, this is my new little brother!" Ron stuck out his tongue, his tail wagging rapidly behind him.

As it spoke, it turned its head and ordered, "Old Black, quickly call the boss!"

Surprisingly, the black dog, which was just an ordinary Earth dog, seemed to understand Ron's words and lowered its head to Minghui, barking twice.

Minghui clicked his tongue in amazement, finding the scene very interesting.

"I have to go now, Boss Minghui. I have to leave." Ron said to Minghui again.

"What are you going to do?" Minghui asked curiously.

"Let's go take over the territory!" Ron replied, then turned and ran off impatiently.

The black dog, whom Ron called Old Black, got up and followed behind Ron, just like a loyal guard.

Minghui stood there for a long time, only gradually coming back to his senses after the two figures, one in black and one in white, had run far away.

What the heck?

He suspected there was something wrong with his ears.

You, a colossal cosmic monster, are going to fight with some stray dogs for territory?

Good heavens, Fengyuan, has your dog lost its mind?!

............

In the following days, Minghui continued to practice martial arts with Fengyuan, almost every day except when the MAC team needed Fengyuan to perform patrol missions.

He has already tasted the benefits, and since he cannot acquire new light-based skills for the time being, improving his physical abilities is the best solution for him.

Meanwhile, Junichi Oshima's publicity efforts were proceeding smoothly. The usual newspaper advertisements were a given, and a new version of the novel, under Akira's guidance, was also being published.

The new novel is certainly not like the previous ones; it's an adventure novel that will always be popular. Under Minghui's guidance, the first few chapters of the novel are full of suspense, and for a time, sales were quite good.

It's worth mentioning that, because the new novel had Minghui's guidance, he was already considered a co-creator, and Oshima Junichi proposed to share a portion of the profits from the novel's sales with Minghui.

Minghui would certainly not refuse such a good opportunity. If the novel sells well, he might not even need his good friend to provide subsequent funding!

The publicity over the past few days has been quite effective, as evidenced by the increasing number of pale golden dots in his consciousness space.

This made Minghui even more excited, as the upgrade was not far away!

On this day, Minghui finished his outdoor teaching assignment and returned to the club's training hall, where he was greeted by Masashi Omura, who was about to leave with a radiant face.

"Hey, Chairman Omura, heading out?" Minghui greeted him casually.

"Let's go beat up Pachinko! I have a feeling I'm going to have a good run of luck today. Want to come along, Minghui?"

Masashi Ōmura gave a shout.

Pachinko is the pinball game that Masashi Ōmura usually plays, but it's not the kind that children play. It's more like a slot machine, a kind of 'recreational' game.

Minghui was not interested in these things and immediately refused.

Just then, a thought suddenly struck him.

Judging by the days, it's almost time for Bekira to make his appearance.

In the original storyline, when Bekira appeared and caused widespread destruction, Masashi Ōmura happened to be fighting pachinko nearby and was unable to evacuate in time. This led to Gen disobeying orders and getting into a conflict with Ichiro Aoshima.

Although I can't be sure it will be today, I'll go anyway, just to be on the safe side.

Not only to prevent any accidents from happening to Chairman Omura, but also to avoid further conflicts between Gen and his teammates.

In fact, thanks to Minghui's repeated interventions, Fengyuan has been spared some arguments with his teammates, which has improved his situation within the MAC team considerably. If something goes wrong this time, even if he isn't completely ruined, it will definitely strain his relationship with his teammates.

Oh, Fengyuan, I've really worried myself sick over you!

“Great! I’ve heard that Chairman Ōmura is good at playing with Pachinko, I must see it for myself today.” Minghui smiled and accepted Ōmura Masaji’s invitation.

Masashi Ōmura's eyes lit up, and he said with great delight, "That's fantastic! Come on, come on! It's my treat this time. Let me tell you, when you play pachinko, you have to..."

While explaining his pachinko experience to Minghui, Masaji Omura pulled Minghui outside.

Minghui listened with a smile, occasionally asking a few questions.

Not far away, two figures, one in black and one in white, ran past.

Minghui glanced at it and was speechless.

Ron has become somewhat addicted to role-playing games. He's been nowhere to be seen for the past few days, going out early every morning and not returning until very late.

The day before yesterday, he finally caught him once. When questioned, Ron proudly told him that his army of dogs had conquered this area and was now heading towards the next area.

In its words, these weak dogs are nothing but chickens and dogs!

Minghui was shocked. Good heavens, a dog army has been assembled?

What do you want to do?!

But on the bright side, if all the cosmic monsters were like this, how could peace not be achieved!

After a moment of reflection, Minghui stopped worrying about it.

Soon after, the two arrived at the pachinko parlor.

The store was filled with large machines, and several people were gathered around almost each one, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere with shouts and noises.

Masashi Ōmura looked around and suddenly his spirits lifted. Just then, a machine became available, and he quickly pulled Minghui along to squeeze through it.