I am Gatanothor, Seven x Human Form

"How exactly is it good?" Wumaquan asked. "Is it about the synchronization rate?"

"Yes, their initial synchronization rate is very high, and their physical fitness is also excellent. But they are not special forces or anything like that. They are just ordinary people living in the city, including white-collar workers, community security guards, temple sweepers, homeless people, and high school students..." Sato Miriko exclaimed, "Isn't that amazing? Some of them can even simulate driving alone for a short period of time. Even among active pilots, there are probably very few who can do that. Currently, only Zara and Lucia, the two active pilots, can do it."

"Oh? There are so many, and they're all just ordinary people." Even Wuma Quan was slightly surprised. He remembered that in the original story, finding a qualified driver was extremely difficult. Even searching the entire world wouldn't yield many suitable candidates.

Ultimately, it incorporates the Tiga TV universe, featuring many descendants of the ancient times with exceptional physical abilities.

It's not unacceptable that a large number of people with exceptional physical abilities could emerge, such as Masaki Keigo who can turn into light, or Kirino Makio, a psychic.

"I hope I can also drive alone," Sato Miriko daydreamed.

Wu Maquan didn't try to discourage Sato Miriko. He didn't know the truth of the matter, so he thought that Sato Miriko might actually have a plan.

And actually.

The recent batch of outstanding candidate drivers emerging from various countries are actually all believers in the Holy Church.

There aren't that many abnormal humans; they're just believers who have received the blessing of the Holy God.

After a long selection process, the mecha pilot was ultimately chosen from among the followers of the Holy Church. It's important to know that followers of the Holy Church are found all over the world; even in the vast universe, there are a large number of Holy Church followers.

Those who believe in the God of the Holy Church, and those who join the Holy Church, are generally protected by the God of the Holy Church.

If they are fortunate enough to receive the blessing of the Holy God, their physical abilities would already surpass those of ordinary people, making them perfectly capable of serving as mere mecha pilots. What they lack is simply systematic training and professional instruction.

If the high-ranking officials of various countries knew the number of believers in the Holy Church, they would probably be overjoyed if they didn't discuss the issue of the Holy Church. After all, the problem of choosing mech pilots, which they had spent so long selecting, could be completely solved by the believers of the Holy Church, which would truly put their minds at ease.

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

Imperial Organization Regional Base.

Zara, Lucia, and the other pilots continued their training at the training ground, constantly preparing to protect the Earth.

"Wow, that was amazing! You guys were so cool piloting Mechagodzilla in battle the other day. I really hope we can be just as good as you two in the future."

"Yeah, yeah, I really don't know why you two are so in sync."

"A 100% synchronization rate is already legendary, but here a mysterious solo pilot has appeared, setting a series of completely impossible records, making it even more amazing. There are always people better than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding. Sigh... it's infuriating to compare yourself to others."

"Speaking of which, it seems the driver testing at this base has started now. We should make way for those who have never tried before."

"You know, among this group, there is a legendary figure who is no less powerful than the perfect combination of Zara and Lucia. I just don't know who it is. If it were me, I would never hide my identity."

"Nonsense, your synchronization rate is so low."

The drivers chatted amongst themselves, making way for each other. Their performance would be evident to all, so the mysterious person definitely couldn't be them.

The members of the organization came over one by one, but they didn't all come at once for the test. After all, there were limited spaces, and they all needed to work, so when it was their turn, they would put down what they were doing and come over for the test. Of course, the drivers who were given space weren't just watching from the sidelines; there were other things they could be trained on.

A group of reserve and active pilots watched as they trained, eager to see for themselves who this legendary figure was.

Upon arriving at the base, the two regional leaders, Sato Miriko and Wuma Izumi, rushed over immediately. Wuma Izumi, on the other hand, leisurely went to the laboratory to slack off, planning to come over when it was his turn.

Unfortunately, Miriko Sato can be prioritized.

Before Wuma Quan could even enter the laboratory, he was summoned by a phone call from Sato Miriko.

Wu Maquan asked in bewilderment, "You should have said earlier that we would be tested as soon as we arrived, then why did we split up?"

“You should really work on changing your laziness.” Sato Miriko excitedly sat inside the cabin, patted the handle, and beckoned to Wuma Izumi, saying, “Come on in, sit on the other side, let’s try it out and see how well we’re synchronized.”

“Great, definitely great.” Wu Maquan replied casually as he walked in. His practiced movements made Sato Miriko’s eyes narrow slightly, and she began to have some doubts.

After the two men put on their helmets, the hatch was closed.

A cold, mechanical voice rang in my ears.

"Two drivers have been detected in place. Initiating neural sensor synchronization connection."

As the words fell, a slight electric current stimulated their brains, causing ripples in their consciousness.

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Chapter 155 Ultraman: Forgotten Childhood Memories

The two people felt dizzy and disoriented as they reacted to the stimulation of the instrument.

Their consciousness began to connect with each other through the instruments. Simulated stress and traps followed.

Wu Maquan ignored them all, but because of his special status and unique abilities, he curiously spared a wisp of his mind to look at Sato Miriko's memories, wanting to see what this strong-willed woman who refused to admit defeat did on a daily basis.

It was Sato Miriko's first time experiencing this, and she felt strange. She knew some of the precautions, but as she watched the fragments of Wumaquan's memories flash before her eyes like an abstract painting, she couldn't help but take a curious look.

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"Beep beep beep——"

"I am Ultraman, I am the savior, the guardian of mankind. Defeating monsters is my mission! Haha, monster, fall down!"

"I want to be Ultraman, not a monster."

"Ultraman is for those who are prepared. How could you play Ultraman? It's me, Ultraman is me!"

"Awooo! The monster is coming! Ultraman, prepare to die!"

"Damn it, the situation is urgent, we have no choice but to kill the monster."

In the backyard of a villa, the flowers, plants, and trees were manicured to an artistic degree. Several children were playing monster and Ultraman games around a swing under a tree, laughing and frolicking.

Inside a house not far away, a television was showing an Ultraman tokusatsu series from the Showa era, depicting Ultraman battling monsters. The special effects were poor back then, but its novelty and imaginative concepts made it very popular with children.

Ultraman became a hero and idol for children during their childhood.

Anyone who has an Ultraman doll at home is bound to be the king of the kids.

Sato Miriko appeared next to the children. She immediately recognized which one was Wuma Izumi when she was a child. Aokiji's face revealed his childlike innocence, chubby and tender, with baby fat.

She blinked at the children dressed as Ultraman and monsters, then glanced at the Ultraman tokusatsu show playing inside the room, kindly reminding them that Ultraman had started airing. But the children remained unmoved. Sato Miriko realized that this was someone else's memory, only it was so realistic that she had overlooked this fact.

She knew that there were indeed Ultraman tokusatsu series airing when she was a child, produced by a company, seemingly Tsuburaya Productions. Their organization had investigated this company, but the results were completely unrelated. Perhaps they produced Ultraman simply by coincidence, or perhaps it was a dream—a dream about someone else's real experience, something that actually existed, which they then used as inspiration for their film.

It is said that director Eiji Tsuburaya himself has seen Ultraman, but this is all just hearsay, and since he has passed away, the truth is impossible to ascertain.

This has been circulating as a rumor ever since.

Sato Miriko crossed her arms and muttered, "So Wuma Izumi really liked Ultraman when she was little and wanted to be a hero. She was quite ambitious and had a strong sense of justice. How did she turn out to be the lazy, good-for-nothing she is now?"

Sato Miriko blinked. It could only be the environment he grew up in that changed him. It was such a pity; if Wuma Izumi had remained the way he was as a child, with his talent, he could have achieved even greater things.

It's a pity.

As Sato Mireiko was lost in thought, she vaguely heard what sounded like a rapid alarm.

She frowned slightly, immediately realizing that she needed to exit the memories of Wumaquan.

No more browsing allowed.

Otherwise, this synchronization will likely fail.

Thinking of this, Sato Miriko immediately chose to leave.

Even if you're extremely curious and want to pry into other people's memories and learn about their past, you still have to hold back.

But before she could withdraw voluntarily, she seemed to feel a force that pulled her out of her memory.

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

The Wumaquan synchronization has been completed.

With his powerful soul, it wasn't difficult for him to spare a sliver of his attention to peer into Sato Miriko's memories. He accomplished it almost instantly.

He didn't choose to view all of Sato Miriko's memories. Understanding everything about a person requires considerable mental effort; this was tantamount to forcibly cramming a huge amount of memories into one's head. The brain might have the capacity, but the person couldn't handle it. Although Wuma Izumi could manage, he wasn't that bored; he wasn't a pervert.

He watches selectively.

I saw Sato Miriko, who was his classmate and always second-in-command, often venting her frustrations by practicing boxing when alone. I saw her mother, a policewoman, who passed away when she was six, telling her before she died to be an upright and righteous person. I saw her researching Titan late into the night, neglecting sleep and meals. I saw her questioning Ultraman's identity, taking notes, but finding no answers. I saw her, under immense pressure, relaxing in bed, masturbating, looking blissfully satisfied, with a photo of him seemingly beside her. I saw her determined to surpass him in mecha piloting…

He saw everything Wumaquan should and shouldn't have seen, and he memorized it all.

He felt that if he continued watching, he might see something even more unbearable.

So he stopped watching and chose to leave.

At the same time, he suddenly remembered something: he had forgotten to block Sato Mireiko. If Sato Mireiko couldn't resist the temptation and went to look at his memories, that would be terrible, as his memories contained many secrets that couldn't be viewed.

Wuma Izumi activated his ability, blocking Sato Miriko from view. If Sato Miriko were watching, she would probably be kicked out.

Both individuals regained full consciousness. The instrument's testing revealed a synchronization rate of 96%.

Achieving a 96% synchronization rate on the first attempt is already quite good. With further training, it's hoped that it can reach 97% and 98%, but reaching 99% and 100% will be very difficult.

"Wow, I didn't expect the two people in charge of this area to have such a high level of teamwork. It's really amazing. If they were willing to be drivers, they would be our colleagues."

"Isn't it said that drivers are hard to find? How come I feel like drivers are becoming worthless lately, and you can catch a bunch of them all over the street?"

"Their initial data has pushed us both down. We need to work harder to break through to 97% synchronization rate. Otherwise, I can't accept being a reserve pilot forever. The difference between active and reserve pilots is too big."

The drivers who stopped to watch began to discuss it.

Zara and Lucia just stared without saying anything.

They were both curious whether Wuma Quan's identity as Ultraman had been exposed under this synchronization.

Probably not? Judging from Wumaquan's nonchalant expression, he's probably prepared.

Or perhaps, Miriko Sato knows Izumi Wuma's true identity?

Zara and Lucia have a telepathic connection; they know what the other is thinking without even looking at each other. In short, since Wumaquan hasn't said anything, they certainly won't either, and no matter how much they chat, they won't bring it up on their own initiative.

..........

The city constructed by the virtual machine A test.

Wuma Izumi and Sato Miriko piloted a mecha together.

Both of them can see their synchronization rate.

“Cool, that’s the feeling I wanted,” said Miriko Sato.

“It’s about time we withdrew,” Wumaquan said.

"What's the rush? Let's do a real-world simulation. It'll be a good opportunity to see what we can achieve with this 96% synchronization rate," said Miko Sato.

“Without any professional training, and based on our 96% synchronization rate, the assessment is that we were simply getting beaten up,” Wu Maquan said.

"The monster is charging at us! We can't back down!" Sato Miriko shouted to Wuma Izumi as they piloted their mechs and charged towards the virtual monster, watching the monster rush straight towards them.