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

"Wow! This has greatly reduced power transmission losses!"

"So now Windom only needs to be charged for two days to run for ten minutes!"

As if she had tasted honey, a bright and proud smile bloomed on her little face.

However, this excitement lasted only a moment—

Her cute face immediately fell, her lips pouting, showing childlike distress and resentment.

He pounded on the tablet screen, tapping hard on the list of parts labeled with supplier names.

"Oh no! It's all because of those parts we bought! The quality varies so much from the parts we got from different companies!"

"In the end, there were still losses that even the doctor couldn't recover from... really!"

Yuka complained, her voice filled with deep resentment and helplessness.

Faced with the researcher's rapid-fire "plea" that mixed praise and resentment.

As the team leader, and now playing more of a "head of the family" role, Shota Hebikura unconsciously raised his right hand.

His movements carried a hint of barely perceptible fatigue as he gently massaged his temples, which were throbbing slightly.

He sighed and tried to take over the conversation in a soothing and gentle tone:

"I know, I know..."

What could he do? Was he supposed to take the Serpent Heart Sword and go to each of those high-ranking officials in the middle of the night?

For the nth time, the Illusion Demon lamented to himself, "Being the captain of the Earth Defense Force is really tough."

Even after the tour ended and they returned to the brightly lit operations room, Yuka still looked like a little pufferfish holding its breath, her cheeks puffed out.

In a fit of anger, she slammed the thick notebook filled with the Windom energy formula onto the table.

His fingertips scribbled impatiently across one of the pages, muttering to himself, "If it were according to my design principles..."

Yoko and Haruki exchanged a helpless look.

As ace pilots and rookie pilots on the main battlefield, they are now facing this high-precision technological bottleneck.

It's like wielding a lightsaber against a bunch of quantum cloud maps; you're powerless to help this tech expert in any substantial way.

Yaohui's gaze unconsciously drifted to the high-tech workstation at the other end of the operations room, which looked a little too tidy at the moment.

"Where's Dr. Rose?" He scratched the back of his head in confusion, realizing that the familiar figure was not in her seat.

Captain Hebikura and Yoko simply shook their heads slightly, indicating that they were unaware of the situation.

He was answered by Yuka, who was still immersed in her notes and resentment, without even looking up:

"The Doctor has been staying up all night for days on end for Windom!"

She pointed haphazardly behind her with the finger holding the electronic pen, towards Rose's empty workstation, her tone tinged with understanding and a hint of pity.

"Now that it's completely finished, of course I need to go back and get some rest~".

“Oh.” Yaohui nodded in understanding.

The atmosphere in the operations room fell silent for a moment, with only the faint hum of the instruments and the soft sound of Jiehua's fingertips gliding across the tablet screen.

A mixture of frustration over unresolved technical problems and a brief sense of relief at the departure of new comrades filled the air.

However, the silence did not last more than ten seconds—

"Beep—beep—beep—!!!"

A piercing, rapid blare, like the highest level of an alarm, abruptly shattered the tranquility of the operations room.

Accompanied by an alarm, a cold, inorganic electronic voice, carrying an undeniable sense of urgency, resounded throughout the space:

"A monster has appeared in the second district of Kumagaoka City, Saitama Prefecture!!"

"Repeated! A monster has appeared in the second district of Kumagaoka City, Saitama Prefecture!!"

The soybean ball floated above the crowd, which had become panicked and crowded due to the sudden commotion.

The food-themed emoticons “()” on the spherical screen had long been replaced by a string of rapid red “!!!”.

Its trembling electronic voice, mingled with shrill alarms and gasps from the crowd, sounded both absurd and helpless.

"Boss...aren't we...a bit unlucky?"

Dr. Rose, whom Yuka mentioned, should have been at home "enjoying her dreams after thoroughly completing the project."

At this moment, I am indeed on the streets of Kumagaoka City, Saitama Prefecture, which has fallen into chaos.

To blend into the everyday life of the city, she deliberately took off her signature mechanic suit.

Wearing a light beige linen maxi dress and a woven sun hat, she blended perfectly into the leisurely crowd, like a walking holiday painting.

The only reason I went there was because of a street stall on social media that was hailed by diners as serving "soul-stirring fried noodles".

So, after the Uindam project was settled, the man and the ball arrived precisely under the guise of vacation, just for that one bite of the ultimate taste of life!

At this moment—in those elegant hands, she was holding a white lunchbox that was steaming hot.

Golden noodles are piled high, topped with vibrant green scallions and bright red chili rings. The rich aroma of the sauce mingles with the steam, making it the most tempting moment.

Just as Rose leaned slightly forward, her ivory-white bamboo chopsticks steadily picked up a small cluster of noodles coated in sauce and glistening with oil, bringing it just to her lips.

"boom----!!!"

Like a muffled roar from the earth's veins!

The ground in the distance, at the end of the street corner within sight, suddenly arched and tore open violently like the spine of a dragon!

“Swish—boom!!!”

A massive, grayish-brown monster tail covered in stone-like scales, carrying along shattered concrete blocks and asphalt fragments.

Like a giant anchor breaking through the earth, it savagely smashed through the ground!

The violent shockwave, like an invisible giant hammer, instantly slammed into all directions along the ground.

Boom! A shockwave surged outwards, and dust, scraps of paper, and screams rushed in like a tidal wave.

The piercing siren of the city sirens instantly swallowed up all other sounds.

The roar of the monster and the towering column of smoke and dust in the distance together create a scene of apocalypse!

Chapter 84 Wyndam's Debut

Rose stood amidst the sudden surge of dust and chaos, her fingertips still steadily holding the box of fried noodles that had almost slipped from her grasp.

On the tips of the bamboo chopsticks, those delicious noodles that should have touched the tongue swayed futilely in the violently vibrating air.

The intimate moment, so close yet so far, was abruptly cut off by a choking sandstorm.

Upon seeing the grit and dust inside her lunchbox, her previously icy blue eyes, which had been squinting with anticipation for the delicious food, suddenly cooled down.

Beneath that icy surface churns a pure resentment at the "perfect moment of appreciation being forcibly cut short."

Just moments before this oppressive chill was about to explode—

"Buzz—Clang!!!"

The heavy metallic thud was like a hammer blow, shattering the veil of chaos!

Following the deafening roar, at the edge of the field of vision, directly opposite the monster's enormous and ferocious figure...

A brand new and powerful silver behemoth—Windom, like an iron knight forged from the light of day, crashed down on the battlefield!

The chilling, almost tangible, icy gloom in Rose's eyes instantly transformed into joy.

"Ah-ha~" A short, light syllable, like a wind chime, escaped from her lips.

Her gaze was fixed intently on the silver steel giant, her voice clear and powerful:

"Let's show that troublemaker the power of Windom!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The Windom piloted by ace pilot Yoko, and heavily enhanced by Rose.

The power it displayed was far beyond the reach of a mere subterranean monster like Telesdon!

This wicked creature that ruined the good times and crawled out from underground immediately learned its lesson.

The spiral iron fist, forged from Wyndam alloy, tore through the air and slammed into the center of Telestone's bumpy beast face with a piercing shriek!

"Ouch——!"

The monster howled in pain as it was thrown half a meter off the ground, its head swung violently, its eyes rolled back like mosquito coils, and stars flashed through its vision!

The attack is not over!

As Thaleston crashed out of control towards the unfinished building next door,

"Buzz!"

A cold, sharp, ghostly blue ray shot out from the specially installed phase-locking device on the top of Wooyn Dam's head!

“Bang—Crack!”

Telestone’s massive body was as if it had been slammed into the earth by an invisible giant hand, creating a deep crater!

Smoke, dust, and debris shot into the sky. The monster lay paralyzed in the crater, its limbs twitching and foaming at the mouth, clearly having completely lost its fighting ability!

"Sri Lankan First!!!"

A deafening cheer erupted within the armory base!

Even Yoko, the ace pilot in the cockpit, couldn't help but exclaim in amazement as she stared at the data on the screen that "target threat cleared 100%!"

This brand-new silver giant boasts superior reaction speed, armor strength, weaponry, and accuracy.

They are far superior to Sevenger, which, despite being modified by the doctor, was limited by its basic structure and unable to carry more powerful weapons!

This is an absolute crushing defeat due to a generational gap!

Rose, watching from a short distance away, had bright, star-like icy blue eyes, and her fair cheeks flushed slightly with excitement.

A bright smile curved her lips: "Mmm~ As expected of a child I personally tuned to perfection from start to finish~"

Witnessing firsthand this silver masterpiece, which she was deeply involved in designing, strengthening, and debugging.

It shone with such brilliance and overwhelming power on its battlefield!

That pride and satisfaction, which comes from the depths of the creator's soul, is far more fervent and exhilarating than any medal!

It's like witnessing the stars you've created with your own hands making their debut on the cosmic stage, like a supernova explosion.

The soybean balls beside him emitted a cheerful buzzing sound in unison, and their surfaces burst forth with dazzling light particle petal effects.

Cheers and celebrations for the perfect debut of yet another masterpiece by its owner.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Just as Thaleston lay paralyzed in the crater, barely clinging to life, a figure appeared strangely beside its massive body.

"Hmm?" Rose frowned slightly, her gaze locking onto the figure.

The next moment, the figure raised its arm and accurately threw some unknown substance into Telestone's mouth, which was wide open in pain.

In a flash, a belated sense of familiarity finally pierced through the brain domain occupied by the data stream!

Yes! It's that terrifying parasite hiding beneath human bodies, taking pleasure in manipulating civilizations to self-destruct—Cerebro!

Forgive her mechanic-like mind; the core circuit was constantly churning with blueprints and algorithms.

Those fragments of information about cosmic pests were really hard to "dig" out from the depths of memory storage.

Rose watched Cerebro's retreating figure disappear into the crowd, a cold glint flashing in her icy blue eyes: "...Should we get rid of this disgusting parasite now?"

She subconsciously sent a question to her superior, World Consciousness. The other party seemed to be handling other matters, responding concisely and efficiently:

[The operation is temporarily suspended.]

"Huh?" Rose gently stroked her chin, her gaze turning towards the battlefield.

In sight, Uhdad was being somewhat overwhelmed by the "scarf version" of Thaleston, who was draped in strange fabric.

In the moment of crisis, Ultraman Zeta appeared just in time to come to the rescue!