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

Rose's heart suddenly stirred: Could it be... that Zeta will need to obtain something from Cerebro in the future?

"Looks like I'll have to catch up on anime tonight," she thought to herself. "I just saw Zeta's mysterious gamma phantom form appear last time..."

Just then, the battlefield scene suddenly changed—Zeta, who had just switched to the bright red "muscular" Beta Impact form, was also caught in the predicament of being suppressed by the monster's firepower!

“This is really worrying…” Rose raised her finger almost without thinking.

hum!

A light, transparent blue electromagnetic barrier, shimmering with the glow of electric arcs, enveloped Windom and Ultraman Zeta almost simultaneously!

This is not a destructive force, but a precise insight that guides!

The moment the barrier lit up, the immense pressure suddenly eased. This gave both Windom and Zeta a precious respite and a chance to analyze the situation.

On the screen, data on the core nodes of the monster's energy circulation and the weak points in its armor connections flashed by rapidly!

That extra scarf! That's its weakness!

The massive steel claws of Wyndam ruthlessly locked onto Telestone's prominent, collar-like skin around his neck, unleashing a terrifying burst of power!

With a tearing sound, the enormous threat was ripped off the beast's neck!

Meanwhile, Zeta in Beta Impact form is ready to unleash his power!

With his massive red and silver fist clenched, Zeta's Rising Dragon Fist, a deadly technique, precisely slammed into Telestone's neck, which was gaping open from the excruciating pain!

boom----! ! !

Under the irresistible impact of the extreme energy, the monster's massive body finally disintegrated completely!

The smoke and dust transformed into a massive mushroom cloud that shot into the sky!

On the battlefield, the proudly standing Uindam armor gleamed with a cold, resolute luster in the firelight of the explosions.

Despite the fierce battles, his posture remained as upright as ever.

Rose, who was watching all this from the rooftop, could no longer contain her overwhelming admiration.

Her eyebrows curved into a smile, and she unconsciously cupped her slightly flushed cheeks in her hands, her icy blue eyes sparkling with boundless satisfaction.

"Oh my gosh~ As expected of the child I personally calibrated to the limit~"

"It's so powerful and captivating, I can watch it over and over again!"

(The title absolutely does not imply any persecution of Jugglus Juggler)

Chapter 85 All mechanical creations are my children!

Beneath the massive dome of the maintenance crew's quarters, the unique scent of engine oil and energy permeates the air.

Dr. Rose was crouching beside Windom's massive alloy ankle, carefully tending to several scratches on the energy pipes left from the battle.

The cool white inspection light shone on her focused profile, and her icy blue eyes reflected the precise gleam of the parts.

Just then, a small figure quietly "slipped" up behind her—

Holding the data tablet, Yuka's eyes gleamed with undisguised curiosity as she softly asked:

"By the way... Doctor, why do you have such a fondness for these special mission aircraft?"

She tilted her head, as if exploring a fascinating riddle: "As R&D personnel, we usually only need to turn the concepts on the blueprints into a physical entity to complete our mission... The subsequent debugging, maintenance, and these minor repairs are all the responsibility of Mr. Ye Hu and his maintenance team, right?"

"But you... you even have to participate in these things personally, and you even rush over immediately after a battle... why is that?"

In her view, that level of enthusiasm was beyond the scope of a project leader, and Yuka simply couldn't understand it.

Rose's meticulous repair work continued without pause, the repair pliers precisely repositioning an almost invisible energy wire.

A few seconds later, a soft laugh, yet carrying a strange magnetic pull, escaped from her lips:

"Why?" she asked herself, as if repeating a statement.

“Yukana…” Rose finally turned her head slightly, her eyes, which reflected a metallic glint, looked at the curious girl, the gentleness and focus in them almost breathtaking.

Have you ever seen... a newly born world?

Her fingertips gently brushed across the cold, smooth armored surface of Uyndam's ankle, the movement as precious as if she were touching a fragile yet priceless ancient relic.

The voice was imbued with the unique, profound emotion of the Creator: "When those lines leaped from the cold blueprints, when the first burst of energy ignited at its core..."

"You gave it more than just steel and code; you gave it... the birth of a self."

Rose looked up at the silver giant, her gaze tracing its resolute outline and the intricate veins within it:

"Lubricating every joint, calibrating every energy circuit, and even repairing tiny scratches on the armor—to me, this is not just about maintaining a machine."

"This is more like—"

She paused, as if searching for the most precise expression, and finally, her soft voice flowed like a warm current through a metallic jungle:

"Listen to the pulse of a new life growing, teach it to coordinate its own functions, and soothe the wounds it suffers after battles..."

In the depths of her eyes, it seemed as if the process of U.S. being given life, being guided, and being cared for was reflected:

"Watching it transform from a vague line on a blueprint to a silent skeleton in the workshop, and now—"

Rose's gaze swept over the tiny scratch on her ankle that had just been perfectly repaired, then looked at its proud posture, proving its power in battle.

"It has learned to run, punch, and lock onto its target with precision! It shines on its own battlefield."

The bright arc at the corner of his lips grew even brighter, almost dispelling the chilly atmosphere of the maintenance crew:

"This process...this witnessed miracle..."

Rose withdrew her gaze, returning it to Kyoka's inquisitive eyes, a gentle strength that could almost melt the hardest steel.

"How can I not love it as I would a child I raised myself?"

She gently patted the newly repaired armor with her fingertips one last time, like a mother smoothing out the wrinkles in her child's clothes.

In her icy blue eyes, there was an undisguised affection and pride that bordered on doting.

A steady, warm voice, honed by time, rang out from the side: "You're right~"

Mr. Ye Hu walked over steadily with a warm smile on his face, like the warm winter sun.

Holding two freshly brewed cups of coffee, wisps of fragrant white smoke rose gently from the cups.

He considerately handed a cup to Rose: "Dr. Rose, you've worked hard, take a rest."

After Rose thanked him and accepted the coffee, his gaze naturally fell on Windom, who stood on the maintenance platform.

Those streamlined yet powerful lines embody the countless days and nights of hard work and expectations of the Armory.

Ye Hu's eyes held the warmth and insight unique to a craftsman, and his voice was as mellow and wise as wood polished by time.

"All creations in this world, whether living beings or steel bodies that we painstakingly build, will surely feel your sincerity if you truly cherish, protect, and understand them from the bottom of your heart."

"When it needs to fight, when it needs to give its all—this intention will transform into a power that exceeds the calculations on the blueprints and transcends ordinary boundaries, becoming that... astonishing 120% return."

Jiehua, standing to the side, widened her eyes, looking at Dr. Rose, who was explaining gently, and then at Mr. Ye Hu, who was staring at Windom.

The words of the two seniors stirred up ripples in her young mind.

Although she could not fully comprehend this profound connection of viewing cold creations as a resonance of life, the core message had fallen like a seed: "Treat them with care" and "truly cherish and protect your inventions and creations."

A novel and heartwarming idea, like a tiny sprout breaking through the soil, quietly germinated in her mind, a mind full of logical calculations:

(Maybe... after the design is finished, I should try to visit Sevenger more often? Check its parts? Talk to it?...)

(After all… what the Doctor and Mr. Ye Hu said seemed to make a lot of sense!)

With this newly illuminated concept of "technological care," the girl looked at the quietly standing Uwindam, and her eyes seemed to be touched by a gentle light that was different from the past.

The lingering warmth of the machinery inside the well-maintained and precise maintenance bay gradually faded away behind us.

Rose and Yuka had just stepped out of the sealed gate, which was isolated by layers of special alloy and controlled by a constant temperature, and entered the cold, empty corridor.

call--!

A sudden gust of cold wind, carrying the unique chill of a steel fortress, swept over us without warning!

It felt as if I had suddenly stepped out of a room with the underfloor heating blazing and into the cold outdoors.

"Hoo...!" Jiehua immediately shrank her neck, subconsciously cupped her hands in front of her mouth and breathed out a breath of warm white air, then vigorously rubbed the back of her hands and arms that instantly developed goosebumps.

"Hiss—it's a bit cold." The young girl's voice even sounded a little shivering.

She instinctively pulled her thin research and development jacket tighter around herself.

His gaze, however, involuntarily fell upon Dr. Rose beside him, filled with amazement and a hint of incredulous admiration.

The blonde doctor remained calm and composed, her steps still graceful and elegant, as if the biting cold was a gentle breeze to her.

What made Yuuka even more incredulous was that under Dr. Rose's beautifully simple short skirt, a pair of incredibly proportioned, smooth, and jade-like long legs were exposed so openly and without any cover to the cold air of the corridor that would make ordinary people shiver!

(Yuka's inner voice screams silently: Oh my god! Doesn't the Doctor have any temperature receptors?!?!)

Only Rose herself, and the soybean ball disguised as a spherical thermal pack operating secretly at her feet, knew that a layer of faint light, like flowing stardust, almost invisible to the naked eye, was quietly attached to Rose's entire body, faithfully insulating her from the physical cold.

Temperature control methods derived from alien technology are naturally beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

The so-called coldness is merely an indicator in the energy field parameters that needs fine-tuning.

A hidden rant scrolled rapidly across the screen of the soybean ball in the blind spot of Rose's skirt:

[If researcher Yuka knew that her boss had dared to eat the universe's number one ramen in this heat just hours before...]

Chapter 86 Look! In that distant ( ). (Fill in the blank, 5 points)

On a cold day, being able to enjoy a cup of steaming hot tea is undoubtedly a wonderful thing.

The air was filled with the warm aroma of freshly ground coffee and Yoko's treasured herbal teas, as if it could dispel the last trace of chill.

Several glasses of freshly poured hot drinks sat on the table, their white steam rising in wisps, weaving a hazy, warm mist.

Captain Hebikura, who had just told a lame joke, shook his head helplessly, mourning his lack of humor that no one cared about.

Yoko sipped her hot tea, while Haruki held his cup, feeling the warmth flow from his palms all the way to his stomach.

Jiehua put down her tablet and squinted, enjoying this hard-won moment of peace.

Just as that warm, sweet taste slid down my throat, soothing my body and soul—

"Look! Something terrible is happening in faraway North America!"

"The terrifying frozen monster, Pejira, has awakened!!"

"Monster Pagera has set its sights on Japan and is preparing to invade the Kitagawa-cho area!!"

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The cozy atmosphere of the operations room was completely overtaken by the cold, urgent alarm sound, and the main screen instantly switched!

This is a first-person perspective transmitted back by a reconnaissance drone that was urgently dispatched to the scene!

On the screen, the originally azure sky was covered by a huge cumulonimbus cloud that was so thick it was almost tangible.

And right in the middle of this churning, apocalyptic sea of ​​clouds,

A massive outline is emerging from the thick clouds!

The frozen monster Pejira, which has slumbered for countless eons, is now driving this chaotic celestial phenomenon, as if manipulating a mobile ice graveyard.

A mighty, relentless horde swept across the skies above Kitagawa Town!

Sevenger's cumbersome ground mobility was no match for Pagera, who had absolute air superiority; it was like throwing an egg against a rock.

The only option is the Silver Guardians, who have just undergone meticulous preparation!

So, while the lingering effects of the constant temperature in the maintenance cabin hadn't completely dissipated, and the freshly applied oil was still gleaming...

"Buzz—Crack!"

The massive Windom machine was ready for sortie.

"Woody – Attack!"

Yoko's calm and firm voice rang out in the channel!