Ultraman Who Deeply Loves Humans, and the Person Who Is Ultraman

When fighting the Crow Man, Zhou Hong was exceptionally spirited and powerful, as if he were the embodiment of invincibility.

Late at night, the moment he arrived home, he was met with a lecture from Grandma, who had been waiting for him.

"Come back earlier next time; it's not safe outside at night," she nagged.

Although he had told the old woman he wouldn't be home for dinner, the fact that he had returned so late made her worry evident on her face.

Zhou Hong promised repeatedly that there wouldn't be a next time.

Grandma stopped her grumbling and took some prepared late-night snacks out of the warmer.

The warmth of the bowl and chopsticks flowed from his fingertips into his heart; he wasn't hungry, yet his hands gripped the chopsticks tightly.

The darkness of the night was gradually dispelled by the light.

Sunlight still pierced through the cover of high-rise buildings and bamboo forests as it always did, scattering sparsely into the room.

After making breakfast for Grandma as usual, Zhou Hong hurried to the headquarters base, heading straight for Horii's laboratory.

TPC's security was much like Hikari's laboratory; they claimed it was seamless and that not even a mosquito could fly in (unless you brought it in yourself), but in reality, it was full of holes.

It was hilarious; there wasn't a guard in sight.

Horii had dark circles under his eyes, but he still enthusiastically welcomed Zhou Hong into his lab.

"I still need to conduct experiments to restore people to their normal size; it will take a bit more time," Horii said in an unusually light voice. "It can't be solved that quickly."

It was as if his soul were already drifting away.

"That's fine, I didn't come to ask you about that today," Zhou Hong waved his hand.

Horii's soul immediately returned to his body, and his voice became much louder. "Is there something else?"

"I just wanted to ask, can the Crow Man's weapon be used on monsters?" Zhou Hong didn't beat around the bush and stated his goal directly.

If it were possible, Zhou Hong would head to Shishinohana Forest immediately to capture the cute Silver Dragon.

Then, he would have the high-tech master Horii build a Poké Ball, install a device to disable the shrinking beam effect when opening it, and fire the shrinking beam when recalling the monster.

Wouldn't that be wonderful?

"No," Horii shook his head decisively. "I have already studied the Crow Man's weapon."

"It can only shrink a living being if the beam completely envelops it, and if the concentration of the beam isn't high enough, it's useless."

"Once this beam spreads out, it's easily mixed with other types of light, which is why the Crow Man chose to use it at night. This means it cannot be used over long distances and has special requirements for time and location."

"Not to mention the monster's fifty-meter size—I doubt the beam could even cover it entirely."

"The effective range of the beam isn't far; using it means you have to get close to the monster, and if we get that close, we're already dead."

"The limitations are too great; the research department has already decided to scrap the research on such weapons."

Zhou Hong was deeply disappointed, feeling that Horii wasn't quite strong enough yet. If it were Dora Masaki, he might have actually been able to come up with some byproducts.

But if it were Dora Masaki, he might have just started a fight with Zhou Hong.

Horii took a gulp of coffee, smacked his lips to regain some focus, and continued: "Although the Crow Man's weapon is useless, the data inside their spaceship is quite useful."

"Yazumi is also working constant overtime; the star charts and information on aliens we've decrypted so far are already precious."

"This data can fill in our human understanding of this dark forest of the universe."

"It will be of great help in dealing with extraterrestrial visitors."

The universe is vast; when one flaps the wings of a butterfly, who knows what kind of special changes might occur.

If something like a Dark Alien race launching a full-scale invasion were to happen, he would need to find some hostile factions to help deal with them.

Although the enemy of an enemy isn't necessarily a friend, muddling the waters makes it much easier to fish in troubled ones.

Being able to make the right decisions in advance when aliens descend to Earth—deciding whether to kill them or help them—could save a lot of wasted time.

Zhou Hong wasn't concerned with such matters and sighed helplessly. "I really want to catch that Silvagon that tore Gagi to shreds in Shishinohana Forest earlier."

"I want that little cutie to be my training target and pet."

"Horii, do you have any good ideas?"

Horii felt this was the most outrageous request he had ever heard in his life.

He wanted to catch a monster as a pet?

For a moment, he thought something was wrong with his ears.

He patted his chubby cheeks, which hadn't slimmed down despite his workouts, and shook his head.

"Sorry, what did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly."

Zhou Hong repeated his previous words with a sigh.

Horii looked at Zhou Hong with the expression one might reserve for a deity.

He felt that he and the other ordinary people were in a completely different world from Zhou Hong; he was truly bold because of his immense skill.

The Silver Dragon Silvagon of Shishinohana Forest had been observed countless times and confirmed over a long period to be a monster with minimal threat, but it was definitely not a pet!

It was a fifty-meter-tall giant monster.

They belong to the kind of monsters that could crush a crowd of people with a single step!

"I have no way to do it, if I could, I would."

"I could apply to become an advisor, and I'm even confident I could become the next Director."

"But if there's even the slightest issue with this technology, I'll be rotting in a prison cell for the rest of my life."

Zhou Hong suddenly felt that what Horii said made a lot of sense.

Once such a machine was truly developed, it could solve the majority of monster problems.

Taking a high-ranking position in the TPC, and after Director Sawai retired, it wouldn't be impossible to become the Director himself with a single call.

Zhou Hong let out a long sigh; it seemed that if he wanted to tame monsters, he would have to run into Ultra Seven and get a Monster Capsule.

Given Seven's deep affection for humanity, Zhou Hong was certain that Seven would not hesitate to give him a capsule.

As a human, Zhou Hong absolutely trusted this Ultra Warrior.

Because that was the Ultra Seven who loved humanity so deeply.

However, he probably wouldn't be able to meet Seven in this lifetime.

The universes were different, and he had no experience in crossing them; he didn't even know if the Ace within his Ultra Heart could provide a location.

But even if it did provide a location, he probably wouldn't leave this universe.

On this planet, he had already found his own home.

His own place of belonging.

Standing outside the screen, he would envy those Ultra Warriors who traveled between worlds to fight.

But when the protagonist became himself, what was the peace of the universe compared to being forced to leave the family he needed to protect forever?

The responsibility of being an Ultra Warrior?

Don't joke around; before becoming an Ultra Warrior, one is a human.

People are selfish sometimes.

What's more, Ultraman is not a god; he cannot save everyone.

Perhaps the me of the future will change, but the me of this moment is exactly like this.

ps: Asking for everything.

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