I am Gatanothor, Seven x Human Form

This baffled him; was he trying to bait someone with his ass?

His gaze then fell on Xiao Qi, and a tentacle emerged from under her skirt, swaying happily. It seemed she had done something enjoyable.

Wumaquan stared intently, bewildered.

Xiao Xi touched her buttocks with one hand and her stomach with the other, experiencing alternating pain and pleasure.

Xiao Qi chuckled wickedly.

The two little ones clung to the planet, peering inside.

At the same time, they watched Seven wreak havoc on the planet.

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After leaving Captain Megumi's room, Daigo dejectedly wrote a 10,000-word self-criticism.

I never expected that just because I was on vacation and near the place where the monster appeared, I would be called by the captain to write a bunch of things.

Damn Xincheng, damn Juejin, we can't settle things without treating each other to a meal.

Daigo looked sullen.

It would be better to be hit by a Jeep.

He left the TPC base dejectedly.

I'm planning to go out and get something good to eat by myself.

His whereabouts were revealed to Masaki Keigo.

After all, Masaki Keigo had chosen Daigo as his first target for revenge.

It's perfectly normal to keep track of Daigo's movements anytime, anywhere.

On the other side, Kirino Makio was also always by Daigo's side.

Rain or shine, she never forgets to use her superpowers to observe Daigo's life.

This makes it easier to know Daigo's character.

When they're hungry, they eat instant noodles; when they're thirsty, they drink the free water in the square.

Kirino Makio was already used to it.

Surrounded by people corrupted by darkness, what does it matter if their lives are a little tough?

As long as he can ultimately triumph over the darkness, then everything he has done will be meaningful and worthwhile.

The world will eventually achieve peace.

Thinking this with a sense of responsibility, Kirino Makio silently took a bite of the leftover buttered bread from last night, chewing it repeatedly... As expected of bread costing several tens of dollars, it really does taste better than bread costing ten dollars...

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P.S.: 8,000 words. Today is another day of 8,000 words.

Maybe the author can't write 10,000 or 20,000 words a day, but I'm steady. I can easily write 8,000 words a day. I've already paid off the updates I owed for the bounty. Hehehe, I've been working hard on writing lately.

As I always say, no matter how late it is, rain or shine, updates may be late, but they will never be absent. You can always trust the author.

Requesting votes, rewards, and even blades of hatred... And one more thing, just my usual hehehehehe... ∠(?」∠)_

It's getting late, it's past midnight, I'm going to sleep now.

By the way, does anyone have any other creative ideas?

Daigo underwent special training, including waterfall training, jeep training, and what other special training could he have received?

Chapter 87 The Demon is Ultraman Seven

The Hawaiian restaurant, bathed in sunshine and gentle breeze, features a pure white wind chime at the entrance that mingles with the sea breeze and the fragrance of flowers, creating a heavenly melody. Orange soda reflects the vibrant childhood memories of children. Marbles clatter and clatter as children gather for a friendly competition.

The golden sand is imbued with the scent of the ocean waves, and under the sun's rays, each grain of sand shines with a unique, crystal-clear brilliance, like countless stars in the sky.

Sandpits were dug one after another, and people played water guns, beach volleyball, and sunbathing...

Daigo went from the TPC base to the Hawaiian restaurant to enjoy a meal.

This is the best-rated restaurant in the area. It's not just the beautiful, refreshing ambiance; it's also because the food prepared by the chefs is exceptionally delicious, especially the handmade ramen.

He ordered a curry rice dish to enjoy.

Perhaps because he ate too much in the team, Daigo often ordered a curry rice for lunch, dinner, or late-night snack.

He looked out the window, and the sea breeze lifted his soft bangs.

He gazed at the golden sand with an air of enjoyment, and lazily stretched, "This kind of life seems pretty good once in a while."

The unique atmosphere brings an unprecedented sense of comfort and relaxation.

At that moment, Daigo suddenly understood why Wuma Izumi was always so lazy.

He took a small sip of his soda.

It tastes salty, like the smell of the sea breeze.

And outside the window.

Masaki Keigo had his hair slicked back, hands in his pockets, a cigarette dangling from his lips, white smoke slowly rising upwards. He had an arrogant look on his face, and his shiny leather shoes kept stomping, making a clattering sound that, if you listened carefully, even had a rhythm.

He loosened his tie, seemingly adjusting his attire in front of the reflection in the glass window.

Upon learning of Daigo's whereabouts, he rushed over without stopping.

He stared at Daigo, his eyes seemingly fixed solely on the figure of this man.

Watching Daigo spoon-feed rice into his mouth, Masaki Keigo sighed slightly. A lucky guy who became Ultraman. His naivety is sometimes enviable.

When will Daigo realize that darkness is descending?

He reached out and knocked on the glass window, making a crisp "thump thump thump" sound.

While enjoying a rare moment of relaxation and tranquility inside, Daigo, who was engrossed in eating, was instantly drawn to the food.

He swallowed the last bite of curry rice, looked up, and saw Masaki Keigo blocking the sunlight and facing him.

Daigo was stunned for a moment, and the silver spoon in his hand involuntarily fell to the ground.

It's been a while since I've seen Masaki Keigo.

He had no idea what Masaki Keigo had gone off to do.

After being defeated by him and Wuma Quan in succession last time, his confidence was damaged, to the point that he became a cripple and a useless person? Daigo sometimes guessed this, but what he saw today overturned his guess.

The man before him, Masaki Keigo, showed no signs of dejection. On the contrary, he was dashing and unruly, his eyes brimming with confidence. His attire made him look every bit the successful man in society, making him particularly eye-catching and the focus of women's attention wherever he went.

Masaki Keigo is back again...

Daigo picked up a napkin, wiped his mouth, and slowly stood up.

As the saying goes, one does not visit the temple unless he has something to ask for.

Masaki Keigo has only one goal: to steal their transformation devices.

After being taught a lesson, he disappeared for a while, and even when he asked Nozue to help, he couldn't find any trace of Masaki Keigo.

Today, she took the initiative to appear before him.

The intention behind this is self-evident.

They dared to appear openly in front of him, still harboring ill intentions.

In other words, does Masaki Keigo think he can control him?

In what way?

Daigo pondered for a moment: his own strength? External factors?

The second possibility is very likely. After all, he has undergone special training for the Ultraman, and his strength far surpasses that of ordinary people. Even professionally trained extreme athletes are far inferior to him in various physical aspects.

Do you want to defeat him head-on in a fair and square manner?

With Masaki Keigo's strength?

It seems unlikely.

Masaki Keigo has a strong physique, making him one of the top individuals among ordinary people.

Even Daigo couldn't deny this.

But do you really think you can defeat him and get the Spark Prism based on that alone?

It seems a bit far-fetched.

Or is it that Masaki Keigo actually has other purposes for coming here this time?

Have you come to your senses? Have you abandoned darkness and embraced the light?

No matter how Daigo guessed, he had no idea what Masaki Keigo was thinking.

He chose to step out of the restaurant.

If we just follow Masaki Keigo away, won't we find out the answer?

Even though Daigo encountered setbacks in jeep training after his special training, he still felt at ease when facing the normal Masaki Keigo.

"Come on, let's talk somewhere else. There are too many people here, it's not suitable. You don't want to be arrested and studied, do you?" Masaki Keigo's lips curled up slightly when he saw Daigo come out. Daigo is still so ignorant. He just walked out like that, probably still thinking that he is the same as before.

Daigo, things are different now than they used to be.

I, Masaki Keigo, have completed the life-or-death special training on the road roller.

My strength is vastly different from what it used to be.

That would be enough to kill my past self with one punch.

You have absolutely no chance of winning against me.

Even if you are chosen by the light. Even if you are Ultraman Tiga.

Without turning his head, Masaki Keigo led Daigo to a secluded place.

Daigo followed closely, also wanting to see what Masaki Keigo was up to.

If he had clearly seen Masaki Keigo, but instead just watched him leave, he would likely be restless and filled with regret for the rest of his days.