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

He looked at Jinguqiao's massive body, his eyes no longer filled with worry, but with an appreciation and reassurance as if he had discovered a treasure: "This little accessory... no, this system, is worth it!"

The preparation team erupted in a small, even more enthusiastic cheer because of Ye Hu's final approval. Everyone's face was filled with satisfaction and anticipation for their new partner "Jinguqiao" and its magical "guide" ability.

Chapter 110 Even the boss is forbidden from touching your head!

The King Joe mech displayed overwhelming power under the skillful control of ace pilot Yoko and the precise coordination of the AI ​​assistance system.

It used a dense barrage of firepower to firmly suppress the target, and finally delivered the decisive blow with its signature Pedanium particle cannon, completely eliminating the ferocious Red King who was wreaking havoc and causing panic in the bustling city.

However, the fate of the other monster was quite different.

The young human form, Haruki, felt a pang of pity—he saw that the Red King had not appeared simply to cause destruction; it was protecting a precious egg.

Under Haruki's influence, Zeta did not pursue, and King Joe's attack was resolutely blocked by him.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Red King, carrying the egg, escaped the encirclement and fled into the dark depths of the abandoned mine, disappearing from everyone's sight.

After the dust settled, a sense of unease permeated the base's operations room.

Hebikura Shota, who witnessed the whole thing, sighed almost imperceptibly; he knew all too well what had just happened.

Facing the puzzled look from Yuuka—she didn't understand why the righteous Ultra Warrior Zeta would let the vicious Red King go—the existence of the Phantom Demon Jugglus Juggler was evident in her. She reached out and scratched the back of her neck with some annoyance.

“There are its eggs deep in that cave,” Jugglus Juggler explained, his voice tinged with weariness. “Those two Red Kings probably risked venturing into human territory to protect their unborn children.”

"Ah! So that's how it is!" Yuka suddenly realized, her eyes widening instantly. "So Ultraman Zeta did it to protect those eggs—" She instantly understood Zeta's intention in blocking the attack.

"Hmm, I guess so," Jugglus replied, but his brows did not relax; instead, they were shrouded in a lingering gloom.

"However, although they have now escaped back into their caves, who can guarantee that they won't come out again and attack humans, causing casualties?"

These radiant "giants of light" stirred a sense of almost weary irritation in Jugglus Juggler's heart.

He knew them all too well—especially that untimely, overflowing sympathy they displayed when faced with an enemy who appeared weak or in need of protection.

I've seen enough during those years I spent wandering the universe with that old acquaintance, Hong Kai.

Countless acts of kindness have resulted in instant reversals and backlash; the painful lessons are still fresh in our minds. The scene before us is nothing more than a repeat of the past.

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"Ugh……"

Having witnessed the entire incident, Rose couldn't help but let out a soft sigh. Even though she wasn't in the armory at the moment, she could clearly "see" those wary eyes deep inside the mine.

The soybean-shaped ball floating beside her, with its tiny radar-like probe, emitted a puzzled electronic tone: "Boss, why don't we just take care of them directly? Why wait until they cause trouble?"

Its logic modules handle problems directly and efficiently as always. As an entity that is essentially a high-dimensional artificial intelligence, even if it spends every day surfing the Earth's network, it would be difficult for it to fully understand the complex emotions and considerations of humans or Ultra Warriors.

Upon hearing this, Rose stretched out her finger and lightly flicked the surface of the soybean ball, her tone tinged with a helpless wry smile: "Solve it? Little bean, our purpose in stationing ourselves on Earth isn't to be a 24/7 crisis caretaker for monsters or Ultraman."

She tilted her head slightly, the afterglow of the setting sun outlining the contours of her face.

“Earth has its own defenses, and the Land of Light has its guardians. We’re more like an emergency repair program, or… well, a special kind of insurance?” She tried to explain the boundaries of their duties in a way that Beanball could understand.

Her gaze swept across the city skyline, as if piercing through the twilight and reaching towards the distant starry sky.

“And think about that kid named Haruki,” Rose’s voice carried a hint of thoughtfulness. “His power is undoubtedly strong enough, but power is not everything; the key lies in the heart that controls it.”

She paused, as if choosing her words carefully. "Look at his hesitation, his soft heart towards the monster cubs... This isn't a bad thing, you could even call it kindness. It's just that the goals and choices behind that kindness aren't clear enough."

"Like a powerful spaceship lacking precise navigation, it has plenty of strength, but when faced with complex situations, it inevitably becomes... well, sluggish?"

Thinking of Haruki and Zeta's easily excited and confused state, Rose puffed out her cheeks with a hint of frustration.

Her girlish gestures created a wonderful contrast with her usual elegant and intellectual demeanor. "Of course I want to help them," she muttered softly, "to help them avoid hitting walls and rolling around in pain... but there's a right way to help!" She tapped her temple with her fingertip. "If you can't find the root of the problem and prescribe the wrong remedy, you might end up making things worse."

"What a pity... Although I'm called 'Doctor' every day, there's no 'psychology' in front of the title!" She pouted, half self-deprecatingly and half angrily.

Just as her small emotions were about to overflow—

"Whoa!" A soft gasp escaped her lips without warning.

Rose, like a cat suddenly grabbed by the tail, instantly shrank back, her previous elegant posture vanishing completely. The image of the calm and wise female scientist in the eyes of outsiders collapsed in an instant.

She could almost feel that invisible, gentle force rubbing the top of her head.

This is definitely a twisted kind of care from the boss (a world-conscious person)!

"Hey!" Just as she was about to protest against this behavior of treating her like a little animal, the screen on her personal terminal lit up at an inopportune moment, and with a "beep," she received a brand new encrypted file—"Gorgio Thunder: Confidential Analysis and Prototype Files."

"Really," Rose stared at the terminal, the tips of her ears peeking out from under her blonde hair slightly reddened from the "head pat" and the "feeding" she was receiving earlier.

She tried her best to put on a stern face and maintain a last bit of composure, then snorted at the person who was probably still "listening": "Don't think that this kind of inside information can offset overtime pay or get a discount when the mission is settled, Boss! We have a price tag!" Her tone carried a hint of forced toughness.

However, her beautiful ice-blue eyes honestly lit up at that moment, like a lake filled with starlight.

The core information about the Gorgio lightning, which was strictly censored by the higher authorities, had long piqued the keen interest of this scientific explorer.

Chapter 111 (4K) Is Kindness Wrong?

The city trembled with the clanging of metal.

The roar of lightning tearing through buildings and the cannon fire of the armory intertwined, and Haruki controlled Ultraman Zeta's body to flip in the air, and the photon blades drew dazzling sparks on the monster's back.

The battle should have been overwhelming—King Gorky's dense barrage of fire pinned the monster firmly to the ruins, while Yoko's precise positioning blocked all escape routes.

Each of Zeta's attacks caused Gorgione to stagger backward, the energy core indicator light flashing violently due to the impact.

Just then, a drop of murky liquid seeped from the gap in the monster's torn eye armor, meandering across the metal surface.

Amidst the roar of artillery fire, a glint of light pierced Yaohui's nerves like an icicle. The image of Red King huddled in the mine suddenly exploded in his mind: beneath the jagged rocks, lay a mottled egg.

Do monsters cry?

Zeta's fluid attack stance suddenly lost its balance, and the Zestiem Beam that was ready to be unleashed in his hand suddenly dissipated.

"Yako! What's wrong with you! Cheer up!" Zeta's shouts in the mental space sounded extremely anxious, but the human host seemed to be trapped in the depths of a nightmare, ignoring his calls.

The pleading beastly eyes in the mine now overlapped with the mechanically modified monster before them—both were filled with excruciating pain.

But this is absolutely not the time to hesitate! Gorgione is a complete fighting machine, long since lost the ability to think and empathize.

It seized its opponent's weakness, its ferocious mouth suddenly opened, condensing a terrifying high-energy beam, aimed directly at Zeta, whose energy was unstable!

"Zeta! Watch out!"

At the critical moment! Yoko's voice came through the communicator, and King Gyu-chiao's huge and agile figure suddenly moved to the side.

The sturdy metal arms crossed in front of his chest, and a powerful energy absorption field instantly opened up in front of the machine! The blue and white violent beam of light slammed into the force field and was absorbed and devoured by King Joe's armor structure, which had been enhanced by alien technology.

In the command center, the breaths that everyone held were finally released into a few sighs of relief the moment they witnessed Jin Guqiao successfully absorb the energy.

The tense shoulders of the maintenance squad leader Ye Hu relaxed almost imperceptibly—if the relatively weak defense of Uyingdam were to take this hit, the consequences would be unimaginable!

"Yoko! Finish it off in one go!" Captain Hebikura's command was concise and powerful, breaking the brief silence.

Rose, who had been closely monitoring the battle, slowly stood up from her workstation in the control room. Her icy blue eyes were fixed on the raging monster on the screen, a complex mix of emotions swirling within them.

Last night, the secret file transmitted by the world's consciousness—"Gorgione: Confidential Analysis and Prototype Files"—revealed the heartbreaking truth behind this monster:

Saginalis, a pitiful woman who was turned into a monster by the O50 black factory and then became a test subject for modification experiments.

But reality is cruel. They don't have the technology to turn monsters back into humans, and the Gorgione Raiden before them is no longer that girl. The pain and danger of her existence are far beyond what Sagitali could ever imagine.

Based on reason, Rose made a judgment—at this moment, ending it was the only true relief. She quietly sent a command to King G. Joe's AI system.

"Understood!" Yoko answered without hesitation from inside the cockpit. King Gyo's cannon rapidly adjusted and locked on following the command. A cold, robotic voice smoothly sounded:

"Pedanium Particle Cannon, charging. High-energy weakness detected in target: blue crystalline area on the back."

Deep inside the cannon's muzzle, the energy of the newly absorbed Gorgione lightning was being efficiently filled and converted, accumulating a light even more dazzling than when it was used against Red King!

The cannon was steadily aimed at the strange, blue abscess on the monster's back, which looked like a source of energy.

"No—!" Haruki cried out, his voice filled with pain and helplessness. His wavering brought Zeta's form to the brink of disintegration and collapse, his outstretched hand hanging futilely in the air.

The next second, King Gyo's main cannon let out a deep roar! The Pedanium particle cannon, which had accumulated a huge amount of energy, transformed into a destructive beam of light, and struck that fatal blue weak point with perfect accuracy!

Boom——! ! !

A deafening explosion, accompanied by blinding light, instantly engulfed the massive body of Gergio Raiden. A blazing inferno shot into the sky, signaling the end of the battle.

Before the aftershocks of the explosion had subsided, Haruki had been forcibly deactivated and slumped weakly in the cockpit of Windom.

The cockpit of the Windom was filled with the scorching, burnt smell of an overloaded engine and the pungent odor of metallic coolant.

The cold alloy seat hurt Yao Hui, but at this moment he only felt a deeper chill and emptiness.

With her hair falling down her forehead, the only thing obscuring her vision was the faintly flickering fault indicator light on the control panel, much like the rapid and desperate flashing of the Gorgione's lightning energy core before it went out.

The roar of the explosion still seemed to echo inside his skull, each tremor testing his wavering faith.

The murky tears that flowed from the gaps in the monster's torn eye armor lingered in my mind, stubbornly intertwined with the image of the mottled egg that Red King was desperately protecting beneath the mine's rock walls.

What is the meaning of protection? This once crystal-clear answer is now shrouded in heavy mud.

Is Ultraman Zeta's power meant to destroy another being of suffering? Even if it has become a fighting machine that threatens the city and has lost its rationality?

"Zeta-san..." Haruki called out silently in his heart, his voice dry and hoarse.

In the mental space, Zeta's image rippled with unprecedented anxiety:

"Yoki! Cheer up! Gorgione is the enemy. Its attack just now almost destroyed King Joe and us! If we don't destroy it, more people will get hurt!"

My partner's advice was clear and rational, and every word was irrefutable.

However, another kind of tearing pain gripped Haruki's heart—Zeta might not be able to fully comprehend the pain reflected in those beastly eyes, and the hand desperately reaching out under the beam of destruction.

He seemed to be standing at a crossroads once again, with cold reality and responsibility on one side and an almost instinctive, uncontrollable sense of compassion on the other.

"Yoko! Respond! How are you feeling? Please report!" Yoko's urgent yet composed voice suddenly came through the communicator, abruptly pulling him back to reality from his chaotic thoughts.

“I…I understand…” Yaohui took a deep breath, trying to suppress the trembling in his voice, and raised his heavy arm to reach for the communication button.

A static noise came from the damaged speaker in Windom, followed by Captain Hebikura's calm yet authoritative voice:

"Yaohui".

Just two words, like a cold calming stone thrown into a boiling pot of emotions. Yao Hui paused, his fingertips hovering a few centimeters from the button.

"Can you see the explosion point ahead?" Hebikura's tone was as calm as if he were discussing the weather, rather than the battle that had just ended. "The smoke is dissipating, and the energy readings... are rapidly disappearing."

Haruki instinctively looked up through the battered cockpit window. Thick smoke rose slowly like a giant gray tombstone. Beneath that tombstone lay the wreckage utterly torn apart by the Pedanium particle cannon.

The spot where the blue crystal had once shaken his heart was now just a charred, twisted void.

An indescribable emptiness gripped him. Victory brought no joy, only an unyielding weight of lead pressing on his chest, even more suffocating than the weakness he had felt before.

Hebikura's voice rang out again, piercing through the fog in his heart: "...The fireworks of victory have faded. Your heart seems to still be in the center of the battlefield? Within five minutes, retreat to base."

The command fell abruptly, leaving no room for argument, and communication was immediately cut off.

Yao Hui's hand fell limply to the cold control panel. All he could hear was the low growl of King Gyo's engine and the heavy pounding of his own heart.

In the command center, Jugglus Juggler stared through the screen at the young man slumped in the cockpit of the Undym.

The young warrior is undergoing the trials that all true guardians must face—understanding the double-edged sword of power, learning to protect the undying goodwill in a cruel reality, while not being consumed by it.

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The hangar air was thick with the pungent smell of engine oil and coolant, and the low hum of King G. Joe and Windom's robotic arms filled the air.

Haruki instinctively turned to Yoko beside him; his senior’s calm demeanor made her appear exceptionally reliable against the metallic backdrop.

“Yoko-senpai,” Haruki’s voice was hoarse, as if the words were being squeezed out of his throat, “Do you really think that defeating monsters is protecting peace?” He looked up at her, his eyes moist, the shadows of memories lingering.

"Back then, Red King risked his life to protect his egg, and today, the monster shed tears..." Before he could finish speaking, his fingers unconsciously clenched the folds of his work pants.

Compared to Haruki's emotional wavering, Yoko's expression remained calm and composed. She offered no reproach, only gently shaking her head, her tone gentle yet her words clear and precise:

"What if the egg hatches and the little monster gets so hungry that it attacks the city? We have to face this reality."

Seeing Haruki's stunned expression, as if he'd been doused with cold water, she continued in a low voice, "In this world, monsters have no place to live, which is indeed tragic. But I won't hesitate because of that—"

Yoko straightened her back and lowered her voice, "I will bear the responsibility for this crime of harming lives myself."

Just then, the crisp sound of high heels approached from behind, breaking the silence.

Rose gracefully stepped between the two, a reassuring smile curving her lips, her icy blue eyes glancing over Yaohui's sorrowful expression.