I am Gatanothor, Seven x Human Form

It seems there's something important I need to do.

After hanging up the phone, Seven's head popped out from Wumaquan's shoulder.

“Obik, not bad, he has become a good monster who benefits the people. Even when faced with his obsession with the past, he only wants to go back and take a look,” Seven said.

"What was the town going to be turned into again?" Wu Maquan ignored Seven and instead recalled the town's transformation in the original story. However, he forgot what the town would eventually be turned into. He turned on his computer and searched online for recent projects in the town where Obik lived, but he didn't see any projects planned.

"We'll find out what it'll be transformed into when we get there," Seven said.

"You're right, you're really smart." Wumaquan closed his laptop.

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

Outside Earth, inside the galaxy.

Humanity's exploration of outer space is still insufficient.

The Zoga are different. They possess formidable physical strength, and once they gather together to charge into battle, any civilization facing their attack will inevitably suffer a tremendous catastrophe.

As subordinates of the Dark Ruler, the Zoga had little interest in exploring the stars. Their sole aim was to serve the Dark Ruler wholeheartedly. Their goal was for the Dark Ruler to ascend to the top, to be worshipped by the entire universe, and then the Ruler would be the true ruler.

Currently, since the rulers are willing, the Zoga naturally support them.

Therefore, the solar system, as the lair of Gatanothor, the ruler of darkness, is not a place where others can come and go as they please.

Naturally, we must take all necessary precautions and give any invading party a good beating.

So recently they've started deploying defenses throughout the galaxy. One Zoga force after another has emerged from the ancient ruins and begun establishing defensive lines across the system. There's a Zoga outpost at regular intervals.

This makes it very convenient for Zoga to monitor the situation of outsiders.

The solar system may seem unclaimed at the moment, but in reality, Zoga have been planted throughout the region, constantly active and ready to detect and monitor any unscrupulous individuals who enter.

Almost no civilization in the solar system has noticed this.

The Zoga are very careful. Even when they set up defenses, they do not easily reveal their existence. They simply deploy defenses in secret, making the entire solar system impregnable. With just one command, they can transform into the sharpest blade and cut down the enemy to death.

Moreover, with the accumulated knowledge of multiple civilizations, the Zoga people knew a great deal about concealment. The outposts they established on planets at regular intervals were extremely well-hidden.

"Hehehe, this is the boss's territory, we have to make sure the defenses are in place."

"Things have been a bit lively on Earth lately, but thankfully everything is under the boss's control."

"Now we've planted our spies throughout the solar system. The boss will surely be pleased with our actions; we've done things for him ahead of time."

"Perhaps our actions were actually within the boss's expectations."

"That's right, after all, he's the boss."

P.S.: Requesting votes, rewards, and even blades of hatred! _(:з」∠)_

Chapter 154 The Legendary Mysterious Man

the next day.

The head chef at the Hawaiian restaurant took a day off. This meant that many customers were unable to try the restaurant's signature dishes, much to their disappointment, but there was nothing they could do about it.

Obik set off early in the morning.

Wumaquan didn't say where his house was, but Aobi went straight to Wumaquan's door early in the morning, and the loud knocking woke Wumaquan up from his sleep.

"You're too diligent. Look at the time. It's only a normal workday. People usually eat breakfast and rush to the company. I thought you would come in the afternoon or evening," Wu Maquan said as he opened the door.

"As the saying goes, the early bird catches the worm. It's such an important thing to go back to the village, so of course I have to get up early. If I stay up that late, what's the point of going back?" Obik was completely covered up in black, wearing sunglasses, looking like a delinquent.

Wumaquan glanced at Obik and said, "You can't even walk in the sun; you're basically invisible in the light."

“There’s nothing I can do, it’s an old habit, I can’t change it, I’ll have to get used to it eventually. At least I can bear it with clothes on, and I also want to see the village during the day, I’ve seen plenty of villages at night,” Obik said.

"Okay, I'll pack up and we'll leave right away." Wumaquan yawned.

Obik then looked towards Wumaquan's house. As a demon, he keenly sensed that the aura in Wumaquan's house was very unusual and mixed. An ordinary person would not be able to detect this, but as a demon who had lived for countless years, Obik was extremely sensitive to auras.

He looked up and saw the monsters that had transformed into human form: Xiao Ge, Xiao Qi, and Xiao Xi. They were happily sitting at the dining table eating breakfast early in the morning.

Living among humans, these women, aside from eating and playing, are basically useless. They're utterly incompetent. Now, when Wumaquan asks them to help with chores, they're practically unresponsive; they either lie there pretending to be dead or go about their own sleeping and eating.

This made Wumaquan pick up the feather duster several times, but he ultimately refrained from hitting them hard, leaving the three little ones' bottoms unharmed.

Obik pondered the true forms of the three little ones. He couldn't tell that they were all monsters, but he felt a sense of familiarity and unfamiliarity with their aura. It was familiar because he had seen many monsters before, but unfamiliar because he had never seen these three little ones before.

Wumaquan had taken the three little ones to a restaurant before, but Obik was so focused on cooking that he didn't pay any attention to what was going on outside.

"Alright, I'm all packed. Let's go." Wumaquan was dressed casually, without any luggage, and it was unclear what he had packed.

Obik took a step back and said, "Your family members are all quite extraordinary."

“That’s right, you’ll get used to it,” Wumaquan said.

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

The former residence of Young Master Ayan.

Despite the passage of time, the town remains largely unchanged, much like an urban village. While the outside world has become prosperous and filled with skyscrapers, the town retains its rustic charm.

The people inside have changed generation after generation, but you can still vaguely see the shadow of the previous generation in them.

Obik stood on the high ground, looking down and overlooking the entire village.

With a nostalgic look on his face, he pulled Wumaquan along as if they were old friends. Pointing to a spot in the village, he said with relish, "Look over there. The lights there are so bright at night. It's the brightest place in the whole village, and a place that many young people like to go. I often sell buckwheat noodles on their way there to scare them. Back then, young people weren't easily frightened. When I scared them, their hair turned completely white. They even said that I absorbed their life essence or something. They had no guts at all."

"And there, back then women liked to wash clothes by that river, and they would hum a little tune and sing a song every time they washed clothes."

"Looking over there, it's good too, everything's good..."

Faced with the pleased Obik, Wumaquan remained silent, simply following the direction Obik pointed, looking wherever he indicated.

Incidentally, he also checked the time on a watch.

Obik has been muttering to himself for over ten minutes.

Having been away for so many years, it seems you really haven't come back at all, otherwise why would you be so excited?

Wumaquan looked at the stopwatch, waiting for Obik to finish speaking.

After about half an hour, Obik finally stopped talking. It was unclear where Obik got so much to say. He could even pinpoint the exact location of some trivial incidents.

"Are you done talking?" Wumaquan asked.

“I’m done talking. It feels so good. There’s never been anyone I could talk to. I can’t connect with them. I can’t tell them these secrets either. There are some things I can only tell you. I’ve kept them inside for so long, and I can finally say them.” Obik looked liberated.

"So when will the village be redeveloped? I checked online, but there's no information about it," Wumaquan asked curiously.

Obik said seriously, "I didn't tell you that the village would be renovated by outsiders. I did hear about the plan to renovate the village, but that plan was rejected."

"Where did you get that information? Haven't you been working as a chef at a Hawaiian restaurant all this time?" Wumaquan said speechlessly. "So you're really just here to reminisce? The village won't be changed at all, right?"

“The nostalgia is real, and the village needs to be changed, but it shouldn’t be changed by outsiders. If outsiders were to make changes, who knows whether the village would end up better or worse?” Obik sighed, adopting the air of an elder.

"What do you mean?" Wumaquan blinked.

“I’ve decided to take charge of the village’s redevelopment project myself. You were right, if you don’t move forward, you fall behind. I’m very pleased that the village has retained its original, ancient appearance despite our advanced technology. But it can’t continue like this forever. Redevelopment is inevitable, so I might as well do it myself.” Obik said, “Now I’ve come back to take one last look, to reminisce. After that, I want to transform it into a bustling area, to make the village… well, what will it become? I haven’t decided yet.”

"A bustling area? You want to open a nightclub?" Wumaquan said.

“No, it’s a resort. Don’t you think the scenery in the village is beautiful? It’s been kept as it is now, but with a little renovation, I think the village could become a great resort. That way, it can retain some of the village’s charm while also being modern and high-tech. What do you think?” Obik asked.

"Whatever makes you happy." After all, this is the village where Obik lives, and Wumaquan, as an outsider, has no right to interfere. However, there is one thing that Wumaquan is curious about. He asked, "How do you plan to renovate the village? Renovating a village will cost a lot of money, and it's not just about money. It also requires government approval and such. Haven't you been a chef all these years? Can you manage it? Let's not risk a conflict in the end."

“Why are you talking so much nonsense? If I say I can do it, then I can do it. Do you really think I’ve been a chef all these years? I’m an old monster who’s lived for so many years. I’m different from ordinary humans, so I naturally have some tricks up my sleeve. Don’t look at me like that. It’s all done by legitimate means,” Obik said.

“That’s true.” Wumaquan nodded.

He underestimated Obik.

"Just watch and see. Once the village's resort is built, I'll invite you to come and have a good time in the village. I'll show you what it's like to be on vacation," Obik said, patting his chest.

"That's fine then." Wu Maquan nodded. He was quite interested when he heard the word "holiday."

The two wandered around the village for a long time, chatting until dark. Obik decided to stay in the village that night, to reminisce about the past—in other words, to scare people again—before doing it again. Wumaquan waved goodbye and left.

Before leaving, Obik stuffed a bunch of good stuff into my hands.

Wu Maquan stared at the pile of top-quality jadeite, completely stunned.

"Why are you giving me these things? And where did you get them from?"

"Of course, this is what I've saved up over the years. I didn't know it was valuable back then. I just thought it looked alright, so I started collecting some. As a result, I've accumulated more and more. Since it's just sitting there, I might as well give it to you. Decades ago, when we met, you took me out to play, and this jade was the first piece of start-up capital we got. I wonder if you remember? This thing is actually so valuable in human society. Consider it a reward from me."

"Good lad, I didn't realize you were such a hidden tycoon. If you had given me these when I first arrived, I would have called you my elder brother."

"Hehehe... If you don't abandon me, brother..."

"roll!"

..........

Several more days have passed...

Wuma Izumi sat in Sato Miriko's car on his way to work.

"Today, everyone at the base will undergo a virtual mech driving test. Wuma, although I know you can't be number one, please don't embarrass yourself too much."

"A clumsy way to provoke a general."

Upon hearing this, Miko Sato rolled her eyes.

"What kind of reverse psychology is this? As long as you take the test, you won't be able to hide your results. You can't possibly disobey the orders from above."

"Yes, yes, General Sato."

Wumaquan shrugged, indicating that he didn't care.

Sato Miriko gripped the steering wheel and said, "I've never done a real mecha simulation test before. I don't know if I can pass the synchronization test."

"Who are you planning to team up with? Although the mysterious person who set the record was driving solo and shouldered all the driving pressure, so he doesn't need a partner, we obviously need two people to drive in sync," Wu Maquan said.

"You, of course. I'm in sync with you. Who else could I be with? You're the one I have the best chemistry with in this regional organization. We've been partners in arms for a long time, so we must have some understanding," said Miriko Sato.

"Hiss, that makes sense." Wumaquan rested his chin on his hand.

For this test, most people don't have a synchronization partner, so they'll just have to team up with anyone to take the synchronization test. Anyway, the organization is only looking to find the person who sets a new record in the solo test, so they don't care at all about players who can't even pass the synchronization test.

If even the synchronization rate can't be passed, then it can only mean that they are not the person they are looking for.

“Speaking of Jaeger pilots, many countries have recently recruited a number of reserve pilots,” said Miko Sato. “I saw on our organization’s intelligence website that a group of very good pilots have emerged in the recent selection process for Jaeger pilots.”