Just like Golanel.
When those two wild animals in the distance were heading this way.
As the professional chef in charge of this round of outdoor cooking, Orsaga naturally knew everything that was happening.
After all, he had known about this event and all the developments that followed since his previous life.
Though, due to the broadcast times and airing order back then.
He had not managed to watch that television series in its entirety.
Some episodes had been watched more than a dozen times, while others had left him with no impression at all—ask him about them, and he would know nothing.
But at least.
He remembered the first episode very clearly...
"Excellent. The main course is almost here."
"My childhood dream is finally about to come true..."
"I wonder whether that famous saying actually works..."
"Daigo boiled into soup, I can become light too."
"To make this dish, I even wiped out the Land of Light while I was at it..."
For a time.
Thinking of all its wondrous possibilities.
He nodded repeatedly in great satisfaction.
Boiled Ultraman, Tiga soup—couldn't be more secure!
Listening to his muttering.
Golanel was somewhat at a loss for words.
She could only roll her eyes helplessly.
Honestly.
For this world's protagonist to encounter a corrupted fan like Orsaga.
He truly had the worst luck under heaven.
Still.
Overall, Orsaga did not seem to have any intention of eating this world, or even this plane.
Barely speaking.
This plane could be considered as having kept the green hills, so there would be no fear of running out of firewood. Unlike many of its predecessors, it had not died so thoroughly that not even dregs remained...
Elsewhere on Earth.
Within a subordinate institution of the Earth Peace Union Organization—Far East Headquarters.
Inside the