I am Gatanothor, Seven x Human Form

Hawaiian restaurant.

Upon arriving at this renowned restaurant, it wasn't just Wu Maquan and his group who were dining there.

People from the Holy Church also dine in Hawaiian restaurants. Most of the time, they are Holy Church believers. Holy Church envoys are rarely seen, and among the Holy Church envoys, very few need to eat.

This time, the dinosaur-men Yiwu and Adam visited the Hawaiian tourist area. As dinosaur-men, their sense of taste differs slightly from humans, and they are particularly picky about food. Originally, they didn't have high expectations for the food in Hawaiian restaurants, but after a chance try, they found it surprisingly good and very much to their dinosaur-men's liking. So, they would come to Hawaiian restaurants every few days to enjoy a good meal and satisfy their cravings.

As special envoys of the Holy Church, they were valued by the Kyrielords, who felt that their choice was absolutely correct. They abandoned the Naga, the gods of the universe, and turned to the Holy Church's rulers, where they experienced the concept of home.

Working in the Holy Church is also excellent. The people there are not only interesting to talk to, but the salaries are also high. They originally thought that joining the Holy Church as believers was about selfless dedication, but they never expected that the high-ranking members of the Holy Church would provide them with five social insurances and one housing fund, as well as a high monthly salary. Their lives are quite comfortable.

They no longer need to maintain their original jobs; they only need to stay in the Holy Church and faithfully serve it.

This means they have almost no other expenses. They can eat, drink, stay and travel within the church. So, they spend their high monthly salaries on food and drink, and Hawaiian restaurants are their most frequented places.

Even Obik was impressed by the two. Their manners and speech were quite elegant, seemingly those of elites in human society. They always ordered a lot and finished everything. However, they didn't look fat or strong; in fact, they were rather thin.

At this moment, the two of them were sitting in the middle of the Hawaiian restaurant, eating. Next to them, Lucia and Zara had reserved seats by the window. Shortly after the two dinosaur-man cult envoys arrived at the Hawaiian restaurant, the two pilots of Mechagodzilla also arrived and took their reserved seats.

In a sense, both of these groups are quite unique. One evolved from the dinosaurs, the ancient rulers of Earth, while the other is an alien who escaped from another planet; neither can be considered a current human species on Earth.

“Let’s go see Master Obik.” Lucia looked towards the kitchen, where she and Zara used to hang out and learned a lot of good dishes.

“Mm.” Zara nodded.

He missed it a little too.

I also miss Seven and Wumaquan. In terms of culinary skills, Seven is not much worse than Obik. If Seven were to apply for a chef position at the Hawaiian restaurant, he would undoubtedly be hired, and then the kitchen would be staffed by two top chefs.

Moreover, Seven himself also had this intention.

The two got up and walked towards the kitchen.

Very few people in Hawaiian restaurants are allowed to enter the kitchen; even the restaurant owner can't get in while the head chef is working.

When Yiwu and Adam saw Zara and Lucia get up and walk towards the kitchen, they wondered who these two were. They looked somewhat familiar; they might have seen them somewhere before.

As special envoys of the Holy See, they had naturally seen some information about the Mechagodzilla pilots. Therefore, they had some understanding, but they hadn't paid much attention to it and had only glanced at that portion of the information. This resulted in them only recognizing the two Mechagodzilla pilots as familiar faces, without immediately recognizing them. They simply had too many things to do and too many faces to encounter.

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While Zara and Lucia were chatting inside, catching up with Obik.

Wumaquan happened to arrive here by taxi.

As soon as he entered, he saw Yiwu and Adam sitting in the center eating.

He hadn't seen the dinosaur-men for a long time since they said they would atone for their sins in their own way. He never expected to run into them in a Hawaiian restaurant.

He waved to him and walked past on his own.

Yiwu and Adam didn't know before, but after joining the Holy Church, they learned that Wumaquan was just an ordinary human. Yet, he was the God of the Holy Church, Seven X, the being that countless people dreamed of becoming.

They are the pinnacle in their hearts, the most respected figures.

When they saw Wumaquan walking towards them, they couldn't help but look around, a sense of suspicion creeping into their hearts. They knew Wumaquan concealed his identity, hiding among ordinary people to cover himself up. Now that he was walking towards them, did he have some task to assign them?

This couldn't help but fill the two dinosaur-men with anticipation. Being able to serve God was an extremely prestigious thing. When word got out, they would both be incredibly proud. As fellow believers in the Holy Church, they would be honored that God had chosen them to do the work, not them. What did this mean? It meant that God trusted them greatly and felt at ease entrusting them with the task.

They sat upright and respectfully in their seats, awaiting God's instructions.

But Wumaquan seemed to have nothing to do, and simply sat down in front of them and started chatting about everyday things.

"It's been so long since I've seen you guys since I left last time. What have you been up to lately? You guys look pretty good now, you must be doing well. Good for you all. We're all species on Earth, we should live in harmony..." Wumaquan muttered.

The two dinosaur-men initially thought it was just a feint, and that they would later issue orders for them to follow. Unexpectedly, Wumaquan talked for a long time without any intention of issuing any commands.

The couple felt slightly discouraged, but then they thought that this might also be part of their mission. This was God's daily disguise, requiring them to improvise, and they couldn't ignore it.

With this idea in mind, even the dinosaur man became quite interested and somewhat obsessed.

They readily transformed into chattering old men and women at the market, exchanging everyday conversations with Wumaquan. Those nearby, seeing this, assumed it was just ordinary friends catching up and looked away after a fleeting glance.

Wu Maquan initially enjoyed chatting with them, but as the conversation went on, he realized that these two dinosaur-men always seemed to be able to find something to talk about, and he got so tired of talking that he didn't want to continue.

Wu Maquan decisively stopped the conversation and refused to continue. Catching up was fine, but there was no need to keep talking.

Seeing Wumaquan leave, the two dinosaur-men simply assumed they had completed their task for the day—another day of helping God disguise himself as an ordinary human. They thought to themselves, "God must approve of them; he must think they're resourceful."

If Wumaquan had to give a word to describe his feelings toward the two dinosaur-men at this moment, it would be: "Wow, crazy."

Having found the location Zara and Lucia had indicated, Wumaquan plopped down on the floor. He'd barely taken a sip of water when Zara and Lucia emerged from the kitchen carrying plates of food. These were dishes they'd prepared together, their flavors absolutely superb and guaranteed to be delicious.

"It's better to arrive at the right time than early; the food is just ready." Lucia brought the dishes over with a smile.

Wu Maquan picked up the bowl and chopsticks without any hesitation, saying, "That's a good point."

After saying that, he started eating.

Meanwhile, Ima and Adam, standing to the side, seemed to be deep in thought. They finally remembered Zara and Lucia's identities: they were the pilots of Mechagodzilla from Monarch. No wonder they looked so familiar; they were colleagues from the place where God worked. According to their understanding, God himself had personally introduced them there.

Judging from these two, they don't seem to know the true identity of the deity. The deity didn't sense any aura of followers from them. This means that the dinosaur people are valued by the deity more than these two.

Looking at Zara and Lucia, who were casually chatting and laughing with Wumaquan, Adam shook his head silently and said, "Ignorant. If they knew who the person in front of them was, they probably wouldn't be like this now. I don't even know if they could keep their composure."

“This is God’s daily life, so it’s best not to judge it casually. Besides, the future Earth will eventually belong to the Holy Church. The Holy Church’s ideals are extremely in line with peace, and these two will also be members of the Holy Church in the future. We can’t look at them with this kind of perspective, but rather with the perspective of family. We can’t discriminate against them just because they are not members of the Holy Church, don’t you think?” Yi Wu smiled slightly.

“You’re right, Yiwu,” Adam realized.

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P.S.: Six thousand words, ugh ...

I have a minor cold that's dragged on for a few days and doesn't seem to be getting better. My nose is stuffy and my throat is itchy. _(??`」∠)__

I've already taken several antibiotics, plus anti-inflammatory drugs, cold medicine, and Banlangen (a traditional Chinese medicine)..._(?_`」∠)_

Chapter 191 He Ran Along and Became a Boss

Inside the Hawaiian restaurant, Wumaquan and the two pilots of Mechagodzilla chatted, while two dinosaur-man loyalists of the Holy Church sat nearby. What appeared to be a calm and collected facade was actually quite lively.

Outside a Hawaiian restaurant, Little Bird is doing volunteer work, and he has recently become known to many people in the area. At his age, he travels around with an elderly woman, doing volunteer work, and has even been featured on the news, being praised as a five-star student.

Little Bird seemed very proud of this. How many people can achieve such excellence at his age? He truly is destined for great things; he's remarkable.

The little bird hummed and chirped as it cleaned outside the Hawaiian restaurant.

I lingered by the sea, feeling the comfort of the sea breeze. My bangs were blown back by the wind, and I felt incredibly relaxed.

He certainly didn't want an electric scooter to drive past him the next second and drop a completely empty, crumpled Coke can right in front of him.

The little bird raised an eyebrow in anger and hurriedly chased after it, shouting from behind.

"Hey, how can you litter like that? This is bad and uncivilized behavior. Hasn't anyone told you not to litter? This is an insult to the city's morals."

As it ran away, the little bird didn't forget to throw the trash can into the nearby bin. The whole movement was incredibly fast and fluid, as if it had been practiced a thousand times. This drew cheers from the people around it.

There were three people sitting on the electric scooter. They were all dressed the same, but the expressions on their faces and the aura they exuded were different.

The first one exudes a touch of domineering arrogance, like a kingly and domineering figure. The second one has a touch of elite air, looking like a white-collar worker. The third one exudes a touch of silliness, with his tongue not even inside his mouth, but floating outside, with bits of unfinished sushi still stuck to the edges of his mouth.

"Big brother, it seems like there's a little kid chasing us. What's that kid muttering to himself?" The third brother's head seemed to be swaying from side to side, as if his neck was weak.

The second son listened intently and said, "They said we lost a plastic can and are telling us not to litter."

The eldest brother, with a serious expression and a straight back, said, "Nonsense! We're driving here peacefully, enjoying the city scenery. How did we end up littering? This brat is talking nonsense. If I weren't driving, I would definitely get out of the car and teach him a lesson, showing him that he shouldn't talk nonsense and that 'trouble comes from the mouth.'"

The third brother weakly said, "I just threw the Coke can I had just finished drinking at the car, so what he said is true, it really was thrown from our car."

The leader's face darkened, and he said, "Does being a gangster mean you can litter? We came here to learn, and look at you, are you even human?"

The second brother corrected, "You're wrong. We're neither bears nor humans. We're a dragon, a three-headed dragon. Although we've taken on human form and become three individuals, we three are still of the same origin and are a true dragon. We still have species differences from them. Biologically speaking, we even have reproductive isolation..."

"Is this what you learned in college?" The eldest brother frowned. "Did we send you out to study to learn this? Learning meaningless things is completely useless. Learn something useful, something we can use in the future."

"No, this is what they teach in junior high school," the second son corrected again.

The third brother pointed to the ice cream stand next door and said, "Could we stop the car and buy some ice cream? It's a brand new flavor of milk ice cream, something I've never tried before."

After Ghidorah was transformed into a super beast, the Yapool people provided it with more than just an electric car when it went out. Ghidorah's account had many zeros, so it could spend money freely without worrying about money.

This money certainly doesn't belong to the Yapool people; rather, it's money they used from the assets Masaki Keigo had acquired. Now that the Yapool people and Masaki Keigo are of one mind, what belongs to Masaki Keigo is theirs, isn't what belongs to them still theirs? There's no difference.

Masaki Keigo remained silent on this matter. The concept of money had ceased to exist in his mind. Possessing vast assets, he had no need to worry about squandering money; otherwise, he wouldn't have bothered researching Titans. While possessing sufficient talent is important, researching Titans requires more than just talent; various factors can influence the outcome, among which money is absolutely indispensable. Without money, how could Masaki Keigo concentrate on his research?

"Eat, eat, eat! All you ever do is eat. I don't even know what you're doing here." The boss said irritably, "Look at the money in our account. You've eaten up the vast majority of our expenses. What flavor of ice cream haven't you tried? Where did you come from? You've eaten all the ice cream flavors around here. And the new flavors only came out a few days ago. How could a new flavor come out so quickly? Shut up!"

"The kids behind are still chasing after us," the second son said casually, glancing back at the scene.

The third brother, looking rather dim-witted, said, "Why don't we find a place and kill him? That would make things much quieter. Look at this kid, he's got pretty good stamina and he's pretty fast. Even though we're riding electric bikes, he keeps his distance and keeps chasing us. Could he be some kind of religious follower?"

The third brother had interacted with the so-called Holy Church followers and discovered that their physical abilities were truly remarkable, far surpassing those of ordinary humans. Although the third brother usually seemed dull and foolish, it didn't mean he was mentally challenged. It was like patients in a mental hospital; they weren't stupid, they just had mental illnesses, not idiocy.

Before they left, they had received intensive training from the Yapool people, so they knew exactly what human physical abilities should be like. This was also to prevent them from transforming into human form and exhibiting behaviors that were not human. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to secretly learn in human society; they would be captured and studied by humans first, which was not a scene the Yapool people wanted to see.

"Who knows? I think it's possible." The second brother frowned. "The number of Holy Church followers seems a bit too many. If you pull out 10 people on the street, eight or nine of them are Holy Church followers. That's an astonishing number. Even if we randomly select people, we still have this many Holy Church followers. Moreover, Holy Church followers are generally incredibly strong. I seriously suspect that the so-called Holy Church is actually a scourge that will become an obstacle to our domination of the earth."

"Relax, the Holy Church is nothing to worry about. So what if they are physically strong? They have their limits. We can destroy them with just a flick of our claws when we transform into our true forms. Human Holy Church followers are no match for us. Who are we? The Kings of the Sky. Even Godzilla in the sky is no match for us," the leader said proudly.

In his mind, only Godzilla could compare to them; what were the others?

"The eldest is right, so can we stop the car and go back to buy an ice cream?" the third brother asked stubbornly.

Boss: "..."

The second child: "..."

As they were engrossed in their own world of conversation, Little Flying Bird, riding a traffic policeman's motorcycle, caught up from behind and overtook them, intercepting them before they could get there.

"Please get out of the car for inspection." The traffic policeman recognized Xiao Feiniao; Xiao Feiniao had helped him a lot when he was doing volunteer work before.

While chasing after the bird, the little bird unexpectedly encountered the traffic policeman and asked him to help catch up.

"Ha, didn't expect that, did you? I stopped you." Little Bird got off the car, hopping and skipping.

The three King Ghidorahs looked at each other.

That brat, he'll get a beating sooner or later!

The Ghidorah that was stopped received a reprimand and a fine from the traffic police. They cooperated well with the police, so they were able to leave in just a few minutes.

Little Bird intended to continue his work, but unexpectedly, Ghidorah clung to him again.

"What are you going to do?!" Little Flying Bird asked warily.

"Kid, your pockets are bulging, do you have something delicious in them?" The third brother chuckled foolishly.