I am Gatanothor, Seven x Human Form

Did Jeep No. 3 ever encounter the big boss from the Dyna TV series?

Wumaquan blinked.

"Another evil life form." Seven immediately sensed something was wrong.

He had a feeling that this was going to be another troublesome monster.

Having spent so many years navigating the universe, he had developed a keen eye. Judging from the current situation alone, he believed that this life form was most likely not a good one and needed Ultraman training.

"That's all there is to it for now. Time to go home." Wu Maquan put the fragments he had collected into the Emperor Organization's storage vault, without intending to destroy them. Perhaps they'll be useful someday.

"It's really asking a lot of trouble for you to come here and work overtime during your holiday," Seven complained.

"Not at all, let's work together to build a better society and a harmonious life, starting with you and me," Wu Maquan said modestly.

Severn:"……"

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Emerging from the laboratory.

The jeeps transported down from the mountain had been sent to the organization's repair department for maintenance. When the repairmen saw the damage to the jeeps, they were puzzled. But after inspecting the jeeps, they looked on incredulously and even patted Wumaquan on the shoulder, exclaiming: "I didn't know you were a speed demon, Doctor!"

The brake pads were so good, they were completely worn out. The repair shop replaced them with brand new brake pads, which are even better than the previous ones.

After the jeep was repaired, Wumaquan drove it home.

The Jeep looks imposing and heavy, like a tank. As long as it doesn't extend its weapons, the passing traffic police will at most stop and watch, marveling at the life of the rich.

open the door.

Wumaquan saw Zara and Lucia looking serious as they discussed something.

When the two of them saw Wumaquan return, they stood up and said, "Mr. Wuma, we met a strange man today. That guy wants us to participate in some kind of tacit understanding test. If we win first place in this test, we can get a large sum of money, and we won't have to stay at your house anymore. We can also pay you for our accommodation during this period."

"Oh? There's such an activity?" Wu Maquan waved his hand and said, "If you want to participate, then go ahead. As long as you don't show off your ridiculously high physical abilities, with your teamwork, I think you should be able to pass the level easily. As for paying me for accommodation and living expenses, you don't need to. I don't need that little bit of money."

If he really wanted to make money, he could amass a fortune in no time. He'd become the protagonist of an urban fantasy novel, shocking everyone from ordinary people at the beginning to national leaders later on, going from small shocks to huge ones.

"Hmm!" Zara and Lucia were pleased to receive Wumaquan's affirmation.

Although they have joined the Hawaiian restaurant and are apprentices under Obik, and will soon be able to become head chefs on their own, their wages are paid monthly, and this month is not over yet.

The fact that their wages haven't been paid means they'll have to continue eating and drinking for free at Wumaquan's house.

So, it would be good to participate in this teamwork challenge. You might even be able to earn some money.

Wu Maquan picked up the cup on the table, took a sip of water, and glanced at Xiao Qi, who was lying motionless on the sofa with his eyes closed.

It's strange, I've almost never seen Xiao Qi sleep during the day.

This guy is more energetic than anyone else during the day, so why is he sleeping on the sofa today?

A fleeting thought crossed Wu Maquan's mind, but he didn't dwell on it.

He turned his gaze to Xiao Xi, who was watching Teletubbies, and his lips twitched as he heard "Makka Pakka, Makka Pakka..." coming from the screen.

When did Xiaoxi start liking to watch this stuff?

Seven separated from his body.

The clock hanging on the wall has reached a certain mark.

When Seven saw this, he knew it was time to go to the kitchen and cook.

"Zara, Lucia, come on, let's have a kitchen competition!" Seven skipped and hopped toward the kitchen.

The two did not refuse and headed straight for the kitchen.

They benefited greatly from their conversation with Chef Seven.

Moreover, their culinary skills were originally taught by Seven before they were transferred to Obik's tutelage. The higher their culinary skills became, the more they understood just how far Seven had progressed in the art of cooking—a truly awe-inspiring achievement. Perhaps only Chef Obik at the Hawaiian restaurant could compare to him.

Wu Maquan watched as his family lived happily together, each with their own things to do.

He nodded in satisfaction and then walked towards the room on the second floor.

He wouldn't come out until Seven called him for dinner; he wanted to stay in his beloved bed. He'd rather lie down than sit!

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inside the room.

Wu Maquan lay sprawled out on the comfortable bed.

He stared intently at the wooden ceiling.

Suddenly, he called out, "Gatagnya, are you there?"

After a long while, there was no response or movement.

Wu Maquan continued, "I know you're here. You've always been here. I just don't know if you're still sleeping. If you're awake, why don't you come out and chat with me? Don't you get bored staying inside me? You can chat with me like Seven did."

After saying that, Wumaquan waited quietly.

He lay patiently in bed.

P.S.: (?o?o?)

I must go to bed early and get up early tomorrow!

I refuse to be a writer who stays up all night writing!

I'm begging for votes, rewards, and even blades of sarcasm!

8,000 tomorrow!

Chapter 120 I really am Seven X!

The wooden ceiling was brown with a few old cracks, from which wisps of dark, gray light peeked through.

The sheets on the soft, large bed were wrinkled. Wu Maquan lay lazily with his hands behind his head.

There was no loud noise in the room; it was so quiet that you could hear your own breathing and heartbeat.

He waited quietly.

Time slipped away like sand through an hourglass, and the wall clock outside the door ticked away, its second and minute hands moving.

Gradually, Wumaquan began to feel sleepy.

He yawned wearily, his eyes slightly narrowed.

He blinked a few times and then fell into a deep sleep.

His consciousness sank deeper and deeper into the darkness, and in his dazed state, he felt a dizzying sensation as the world spun around him.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he slowly opened his eyes.

The surrounding scenery had changed. The familiar room furnishings were gone, replaced by darkness everywhere. Black mist swirled around, and it seemed as if an invisible wind was blowing. The visible black mist undulated like waves, a pleasing sight, like a black ocean torrent.

Wumaquan looked down and saw that he was in good condition.

He wandered around the neighborhood for a while.

Before long, some gold and silver jewelry, cattle, sheep and horse-faced animals floated by.

He walked over there.

The direction was getting closer, and more and more things were floating around us.

It floats away into the distance at the slightest touch.

He arrived at a certain place.

A massive light source appeared before our eyes, with black mist, like jets of water, swirling around the surface of the sphere of light.

Tentacles emerged from below and behind, constantly waving, like thorns or shocking, pitch-black spikes.

There were wriggling figures within the black light source.

Wumaquan stared intently, his gaze penetrating the surface light source.

I saw a small figure inside constantly adjusting its position; there was a spot to sit down inside the light source.

The figure, resembling a little girl, sat down on the left side, looking uncomfortable.

It got up again, scurrying around slowly, carrying a small conch shell on its back.

I sat on the right side for a moment, and then I felt something was off.

He got up and sat down in the middle, wiggled his hips, and felt that the position was just right. He sat up straight and did not change seats, facing directly towards Wuma Spring.

Having witnessed everything, Wu Maquan felt that this was a clumsy, silly conch-shell beast that wanted to be serious but was actually clumsy.

"Hello, Gatanothor." Wumaquan waited for a while, feeling that the time was right and the other party should stop making any moves, so he greeted him.

"You too~" The small figure in the light source emitted a wave of thought, which transformed into a childish, loli-like voice.

In a daze, Wumaquan seemed to see a dazed little girl.

Wu Maquan thought for a moment, then realized he didn't know what to say.

He usually didn't want to talk, but after calling out Gatanothor, he wanted to speak, but didn't know what to say.

After thinking for a moment, Wumaquan slowly said, "Did you only recently wake up?"

"Yes~" The voice was full of pleasure.

As it answered, a tentacle slowly extended towards Wumaquan.

Flexible like snakeskin.

Wumaquan raised his hand to touch it, and then he discovered that there were many black tentacle phantoms on his hand, constantly wriggling, as if they could become real as long as he had a thought.

While Wumaquan was still in a daze, the little girl Gatanothor stretched out her tentacles, past his hand, and reached the top of his head, patting his head.

It looked like admiration, or perhaps satisfaction.

Wumaquan didn't mind and continued to ask, "Why did you suddenly wake up? Did you wake up from sleep or is there some other reason?"

"Worship, pleasure, waking up~" The petite body twisted in the light source, as if it felt embarrassed.

She shared a fragment of her memory with Wumaquan.

Wu Maquan looked up and saw the scene of many believers kneeling in devout worship that he had seen in his dream.