I am Gatanothor, Seven x Human Form

“Okay.” Wumaquan handed the phone to Seven.

He bought a lot of tape, and he still hasn't used it all up. He really wants to finish using up all the tape in one roll.

Those are so many memories.

It can be left for Daigo or Asuka Shin to read later.

After taking the phone, Seven looked at the map on it, fiddled with it for a while, searched for many places, and found several spots where he could conduct special training.

He had actually searched before, but for some reason the two map apps returned different results, so Seven compared the results on both apps to confirm in detail.

After confirming a few points, Seven returned the phone to Wumaquan.

"Give Daigo a call and let him know that the retraining is starting soon. Tell him to prepare in advance so he won't be unable to make it," Seven said.

"Understood." Wumaquan nodded.

Instead of calling, he sent a text message.

After all, we're not starting special training right now, so there's no rush.

You can simply send a text message, and Daigo will see it naturally.

After he finished all that, he changed the TV channel.

I don't know why, but many TV stations have been broadcasting this news lately.

They seem to attach great importance to this.

However, Wu Maquan also felt that something was amiss when he listened to the news reports on TV.

How come so many regions have reported missing persons cases in such a short time? These don't seem like ordinary missing persons cases at all; there might be some supernatural involved.

The Victory team must have sensed something was amiss by now.

Wuma Izumi pondered that the Victory Team should take action in the face of such a supernatural case.

After Seven finished doing a series of things, a smaller clone separated from him.

He planned to teach Zara and Lucia how to cook.

He discovered that the two aliens seemed to have a real talent for this.

Last time, I learned on my own and made it perfectly according to the recipe; it was much better than anything you can buy outside.

Under his tutelage, they will surely surpass him and, if they go out and do similar work, they should be able to make a living.

Zara and Lucia were also very happy to learn.

They don't know what to do on Earth. It's rare that Ultraman Seven is willing to teach them, and the two of them are also somewhat interested in it. That's truly invaluable.

Xiao Xi and Xiao Qi held knives and forks, ready to enjoy their meal.

Zara and Lucia need a lot of ingredients for training to improve their cooking skills, which leads them to eat many meals a day instead of three regular meals.

Xiao Xi and Xiao Qi, two foodies, undoubtedly love times like this the most. Anyway, the food tastes good.

No matter how many come, they can eat them all; after all, their true forms are Ultraman, and it's very difficult to truly and effectively feed them.

If it's not several tons, it won't even be enough to fill a tooth gap.

..............

Supermarket.

With a bruised and swollen face, Masaki Keigo bought some food.

He carried it out from inside.

Standing in the shade, he looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

A sigh escaped my lips without my noticing.

It seems to tell the whole story of human vicissitudes.

A small dog followed behind, wagging its tail and sticking out its tongue.

"Woof woof woof~" The puppy was very lively and cute, always following Masaki Keigo around happily.

"Would you like to eat this sausage?" Masaki Keigo bent down and took the sausage out of the bag.

He slowly opened the bag on top.

The pinkish-white sausage inside was revealed, and a meaty aroma wafted out.

The puppy opened its mouth and bit it, eating it in a few bites.

Masaki Keigo rested his chin on his hand, feeling that this stray puppy was somewhat special. It seemed to have an unusually large appetite; no matter how much he fed it, the puppy's belly never seemed to swell.

Perhaps it's because I'm still growing that I'm eating a lot.

It digests quickly.

Want another one?

Masaki Keigo pulled out a lot of sausages from the bag.

The puppy ate it all without any surprises.

The dog became much more lively.

"Would you like some more?" Masaki Keigo was about to take out another sausage from the bag.

But his outstretched hand suddenly stopped, and his entire aura underwent a startling change.

Masaki Keigo became extremely sharp.

His eyes were sharp. He stood up, turned around, and looked behind him, saying, "Who's standing there? You came with murderous intent. Could you be the killer in the recent serial disappearances reported in the news?"

Masaki Keigo had a serious expression, but the bruises on his face combined with the words he spoke made him look strangely comical.

"Huh? Such keen senses, human, you're quite something." A human, conjured by a Muzhen alien, slowly walked over. Perhaps it was because the Muzhen aliens had a different aesthetic sense, but every human they conjured was extremely grotesque and ugly.

“Your appearance disgusts me,” Masaki Keigo said coldly.

He wasn't exactly a looks-obsessed person. But when he saw the appearance of the Wood-Dwelling Alien, he found it unattractive and felt an urge to explode with anger. It was as if he felt the other's genes were flawed, that it wasn't perfect enough, that its genes were defective, and that it shouldn't exist in this world.

"Hmph, humans, what a shallow bunch of creatures." The Wood-Pure Starman revealed his blue-green hand, with sharp claws at the tips of his fingers.

"So you're not human." Upon seeing this, Masaki Keigo understood and said, "In that case, I don't need to be polite anymore. As the one who is about to lead the evolution of all mankind, I cannot allow an existence like you to lurk in human society. I must eliminate you."

"Then let's try it and see who kills whom, you arrogant and conceited humans. You'll understand just how powerful your opponent really is." This Wood-Zhen alien went on a killing spree after arriving on Earth, and no human could withstand him.

He killed many people for his own amusement.

They even wantonly toyed with the police officers of the Metropolitan Police Department.

“I don’t like hearing that.” Masaki Keigo’s face darkened.

He held the puppy far away.

Then the whole person walked over.

He shook his hand, intending to teach the Muzhen aliens a lesson.

No, rather than a lesson, it's more accurate to say that Masaki Keigo wanted to get rid of this Mokujin alien directly.

They'll then capture them and take them back for research, dissecting them thoroughly.

He wanted to see how this alien differed from them, humans.

If this was before receiving special training from the Holy Church.

Masaki Keigo wouldn't dare make such a big promise that he could take care of the other party.

But now his physical abilities are very strong. Even if he is not a match for Wuma Quan, he has even defeated Daigo.

Even if he encountered aliens, he would dare to confront them directly and challenge their arrogance.

P.S.: Four thousand words. Sigh, eight thousand words a day. _(:з」∠)_

I have to go to the dentist at 8 o'clock, and I won't be able to sleep until 9 or 10 o'clock. _(:з」∠)_

Chapter 112 Those Who Offend the Ruler of Darkness Must Die (8,000 words, combined into one)

Masaki Keigo and the Wood-Hearted Alien were locked in a fierce battle, a true clash of titans.

Neither of them would give in to the other.

In their eyes, the other party is someone they can manipulate at will.

One wants to defeat the other, drag them back, and dissect them properly.

One wanted to kill the other to satisfy his own killing addiction.

"To me, you're nothing but an experiment." Masaki Keigo raised his fist, as big as a sandbag, strong and powerful, all his muscles tense and strained. His face was gloomy; he wouldn't tolerate any aliens acting recklessly in front of him, completely disregarding him, the leader who guided human evolution.

"In my eyes, you are nothing but a plaything." The claws on the Wood-Pure Starman's hands grew even sharper, surging with the gentle breeze and gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

Although the claws of the Wood-Piercing Alien are extremely sharp, enough to cut through many hard objects, Masaki Keigo's fists are no pushovers either. If one had to describe them, they would be so powerful that they could easily crush a road roller.

They closed the distance to almost face to face, their fists and claws lunging at each other.

In terms of speed and strength in human form, Masaki Keigo seemed to have the upper hand. Before the sharp claws of the Wood-like alien could land on him, he punched the Wood-like alien in the face, and one could almost hear the crisp sound of bones cracking.

The already ferocious face of the Wood-Pure Alien seemed even more grotesque after taking that punch. One side of his face was caved in, and the menacing claws that were about to strike Masaki Keigo were pushed back.

This punch, a desperate fight to the death, shattered the power of the road roller.

After being hit, the Wood-Pure Alien was sent flying backwards.

It rolled and tumbled on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust, and finally crashed into a wall, almost shattering it into pieces, and even spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He felt as if his internal organs had shifted. Fortunately, this alien's body had a strong regenerative ability; even with such severe trauma, he could slowly recover and even move freely again. His physical abilities were many times stronger than those of Earthlings.

"What an interesting human. No wonder you dare to stand before me and speak so arrogantly. It turns out you have some skill. It seems that not all of you Earthlings are useless. There are quite a few capable fighters among you." The Muzhen alien suddenly stood up, twisting his dislocated neck back into place. He wore a cruel smile, not angry at Masaki Keigo's blow, but rather quite pleased. Finally, he had encountered a human with the power to fight back.

Normally, just randomly killing your way through doesn't bring any sense of anticipation. At most, it's just a bit of entertainment.

Unexpectedly, he found this feeling on Earth.

"It seems your body is even tougher than I imagined," Masaki Keigo sneered.

Since one punch didn't kill the opponent, let's try another.

He can hit continuously for three minutes without breathing or interruption at a high intensity.