I'm in another world, and I start out transformed into Lancelot.

What awaited him was encouragement from his senior Yoko and an explanation from Zeta's Wonderland customer service (about why he couldn't transform earlier).

And the sparring match where Captain Hebikura, ostensibly providing guidance, actually completely dominated the opponent.

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After finally dragging his still aching body back to the operations room, Haruki collapsed into a chair.

His gaze unconsciously scanned the empty operations room, and he suddenly realized that something seemed to be missing.

"Eh... Yuka-san? Where's Dr. Rose...?"

Speak of the devil, and he will appear——

The alloy door to the operations room slid open with a "whoosh," and two heads, shining with the "highlight of invention ecstasy," jumped in!

Yuka's face practically screamed, "My inspiration has broken through the dimensional barrier of the universe!!!"

She practically jumped and hopped right up to Dr. Rose, her voice trembling with excitement:

"Doctor, you are truly amazing! You actually solved the phase particle load balancing problem perfectly using a discarded anti-gravity coating substrate!"

They even gestured excitedly, exclaiming, "Material limitations vanished instantly—wow, so cool!!!"

Rose, standing beside him, walked gracefully with cat-like steps, casually smoothing her blonde hair, which had been lifted by the vibrant energy of the flowers.

A gentle smile curved his lips, as if he were a seasoned mentor looking at a future star.

"Mmm~" Her voice was clear as stardust falling into a cup.

"Yukika, your talent for dynamic space topology is the key!"

"In the future, he will definitely be a top-tier authority in equipment science, renowned throughout the galaxy! ★"

"Wow—Doctor!!!" Yuka was so happy she was practically steaming from her head.

Although the two engaged in a high-level business-like exchange of compliments, their physical actions were completely unhindered.

Jiehua's fingertips danced like phantoms on the floating tablet, then with a soft "snap!"

The main screen in the operations room lit up, displaying what appeared to be Nelongga's analysis data.

Captain Hebikura, who had also changed his clothes and returned, smiled knowingly, as if to say, "It's done!" when he saw the image on the main screen.

He instantly switched to "reliable captain mode," straightened up, clapped his hands crisply, and glanced at the still dazed Yoko and the limp Haruki:

"Yoshi~!" The voice, as loud as a rallying cry, instantly activated the entire space—

"All personnel assemble—the operational meeting is now in session!!!"

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Well, although a plan was made and the signal flare was successfully fired into Nelonga's body.

But electric current has always been the nemesis of metals, especially for Sevenger, which requires electricity to operate.

On the edge of the rooftop of a towering building not far away, Dr. Rose's long blonde hair was whipped up by the city wind, and the corner of her white coat fluttered in the wind.

She leaned leisurely against the alloy railing, her icy blue eyes like a precision scanner, taking in Sevenger's clumsy dodging movements below.

"Sizzle—Bang!"

Another thick blue-white lightning bolt tore through the air, almost grazing Seven's thick shoulder armor as it exploded!

The adorably clumsy-looking special air force aircraft stumbled, its soles scraping the ground and sending up blinding sparks; the alarm even seemed to penetrate the distance and faintly reach us.

"Ugh."

A sigh of helplessness drifted silently into the wind. Her fingertips unconsciously caressed the cool bracelet on her wrist.

There is a solution—the surging source of energy hidden within the El Crystal, powerful enough to overturn the laws of this world.

The identity of a "passerby" is like an invisible rein.

She ultimately chose to follow the cold, icy order of iron and electricity in this world, shelving her transcendent blueprint for the starry sky.

However, just as the seemingly powerful current from Neronga was about to engulf the sluggish Sevenger.

The hesitation in Rose's eyes was instantly crushed by the engineer's protective instinct!

She subconsciously raised her hand, her fingertips gracefully drawing three pale blue streaks in the air.

A stream of instructions, observable only by those with a higher-dimensional perspective, instantly traverses space like a quantum key entangled at a distance.

[Command Recognition: Electromagnetic Guardian]

[Effect Loading: High-Frequency Phase Shift Shield Activated (Damage Reduction +15%)!]

Magnetic Storm Energy Conduit Overload Permission (Magic Attack Power Increase +15%)!

Buzz——!

The electric current slammed into Seven's chest armor!

The anticipated scenes of armor melting and electrical circuits exploding did not occur.

On the contrary, the terrifying lightning seemed to have been soothed by an invisible hand, transforming into a layer of gentle, pulsating blue light.

Like flowing water, it surrounds the surface of the machine and finally seeps silently into the joint gaps.

Inside the Sevenger's cockpit, Yoko felt a slight jolt in the aircraft, and a rapidly refreshing line of garbled text flashed across the control screen.

But all the parts of his body only suffered minor damage?!

On the rooftop—

A satisfied smile played on Rose's lips: "Damage reduction + empowerment buff successfully delivered to the target location~ How convenient and stealthy~"

But that relief froze on his face the next second!

Because in the center of the battlefield—

The diamond-eyed warrior who suddenly appeared, clearly a novice, made his grand entrance amidst a deafeningly loud visual spectacle.

It suddenly switched to the [Ultraman Zeta Alpha Armor] form, clad in blue-silver heavy armor and assuming a cosmic fist fighting stance.

A crack appeared in Rose's elegant expression for a moment.

The internal quantum computer crashed with the following warning: Error! The friendly unit Zeta's attributes do not match!

The Electromagnetic Guardian buff pack contains a 15% magic damage increase, but for a pure physical auto-attack warrior, the benefit is zero! A complete waste!

On the soybean ball display screen at my feet, the emoticon “(^^)” instantly shattered and reformed into “()”!

It silently scrolled through a broken log in the wind:

[Boss... this epic support... seems to have... missed the mark!]

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Gazing down at Zeta, who was focused solely on using physical attacks, and at the layer of blue light flowing around Sevenger's surface, yet completely imperceptible to everyone.

Rose first closed her eyes in exasperation, then seemed amused by the enormous waste of resources.

A long, drawn-out sigh escaped his lips, a mixture of amusement and resignation: "Oh well, whatever~"

She shook her head self-deprecatingly, the slight annoyance in her icy blue eyes now filtered out by a clearer rationality.

"Originally... the core objective of equipping Sevenger with the Electromagnetic Guardian was simply to withstand Neronga's attacks, right?"

The best outcome would be if Sevenger below could be lively and energetic, even helping Zeta hold down Neronga's mech.

Her gaze drifted slightly into the distance, as if piercing through the chaotic battlefield and landing on some yet-to-be-reached future point in the universe.

His voice carried a knowing, almost teasing, soft tone: "Besides... it'll be a while before Zeta gets that magical (gamma) form..."

On the display screen of the soybean ball at my feet, the "()" instantly reformed into a Buddhist-style emoticon "(→)".

It scrolls the log silently:

[Damage reduction target achieved! Consider the 15% spell damage bonus as stardust scattered across the universe—how generous of the boss!]

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However, before anyone could fully appreciate this thrilling drama of capturing an invisible monster through cunning and then rising up to slaughter it, they were left speechless.

"Beep—beep—click".

The delicate communicator on my wrist emitted a steady vibration on its own internal frequency, the unique communication band of Mr. Ye Hu, who was in charge of technical coordination.

Rose connected to the encrypted channel with a swipe of her finger.

Ye Hu's voice, carrying the polished metallic quality of a workshop yet imbued with a gentle and reliable quality, flowed out instantly:

"Dr. Rose, I'm sorry to bother you. But—"

His tone was calm, like the operation of a precision bearing, yet it revealed a hint of barely perceptible excitement.

"The basic framework and core construction blueprint scroll of Special Aircraft Unit 2 have been delivered to the third hangar's coded area."

The faint background noise could be heard from the "hissing" sound of a heavy hydraulic support being positioned.

He paused briefly, carefully choosing his words as if adjusting the angle of a precision wrench:

"If you are available now, the entire technical team is on standby, awaiting your permission for joint debugging."

The displeasure at being disturbed in Rose's eyes instantly melted away, and a unique enthusiasm, characteristic of an engineer facing top-quality materials, suddenly ignited in her eyes.

"Hmph hmph~" A string of delicate and melodious victory notes escaped her throat.

"Of course! I'll be there right away! Please wait a moment."

After the call ended, Huang Douqiu's voice rose into an electronic scream as he finally managed to speak, "Huh?!"

"Boss! Does that mean—?!"

Rose had already turned around deftly, the hem of her white coat drawing a sharp arc.

"Yeah, you little idiot~" The voice was urgent, like a stellar storm, "Are you still standing there like an idiot watching a newbie's Ultraman combat drill?"

"Let's go get a heart for kid number two!"

"It's here! It's here!!" The soybean-shaped sphere flashed with high-frequency light, and the data stream hummed as it adjusted to the transition frequency!

A ripple in the airflow at the edge of the rooftop caused the two figures to instantly disintegrate into billions of pulsating, azure data particles.

As if erased by a cosmic eraser, it silently blends into the electromagnetic spectrum fluctuations of the city background.

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As Zeta finished the battle and was about to fly away, his diamond eyes seemed to sense something as he looked towards the rooftop where Rose had once stood.

The dazzling eyes pierced through the building's barriers, only to capture a vacuum devoid of any remaining energy... like an illusion.

"Is there... something there, Zeta-san?" Haruki curiously followed Zeta's gaze, only to see empty buildings.

Deep within his consciousness, the young Ultra Warrior scratched the non-existent light particles on the back of his head in confusion:

"No... perhaps it's an energy ripple caused by spacetime disturbances..." The voice carried a hint of hesitation, typical of a new recruit on his first mission to Earth.

"After all, this isn't the Land of Light... I'm not very familiar with Earth's energy field yet..."

Chapter 83 Tokusatsu Ghost Stories: The Delicious Food You Can Only Eat Once Instantly

Inside the vast, dark hangar, the frigid air seemed to be ignited by the new life of steel.

A new Windom, surpassing all previous models of its kind and gleaming with a brand-new silver-white hue, stands like a silent silver giant on its dedicated parking base.

Its specially reinforced armor surface shimmered with a colder, more solid luster than any of its counterparts under the warehouse lights.

Before its magnificent structure—

Both ace pilot Yoko and novice pilot Haruki stared longingly at the silver steel giant.

As a senior, Yoko could still maintain a certain level of composure, but the eyes of the passionate young Haruki practically sparkled with tiny golden stars.

Like a boy seeing a cosmic monster for the first time—"Wow, that's awesome! That's so cool!!!"

Just as the two drivers were deeply captivated, Jiehua, who was involved in the core research and development, was holding a data tablet with unusually active content.

His speech was as fast as a wound-up toy, his voice brimming with excitement and boundless admiration for Dr. Rose:

"Dr. Rose is so amazing!!!"

She excitedly tapped rapidly with her fingertips across the densely packed energy circuit diagrams on the tablet screen: "The doctor helped improve the charging section that I was in charge of!"