Ultraman grunts? Call me Space Policeman outside!

In the Land of Light, no one has the concept of eating. As long as they have enough energy, they never feel hungry.

Whenever she wants to eat delicious food, Natsuki takes advantage of her vacation to travel to some tourist planets to experience the local cuisine.

However, there are very few planets that can compare with Earth in terms of food. The last time I ate food of this caliber was on the planet Lycanana.

As for his past life, Xia Shu had already forgotten most of it when he was born in this life, and after 19,000 years of time, he had forgotten even more, so he really enjoyed this meal.

So much so that the more he looked at Marshal Stark on the other side, the more pleasing he became.

Humanity, in my opinion, absolutely must not be wiped out!

“Marshal Stark, let’s talk about serious matters.” So before the other party could speak again, Natsuki took the initiative to bring up the topic.

“Good.” Marshal Steker was naturally very happy to agree.

The real business, of course, is the issue of cooperation between the two parties.

"I came to this universe to investigate unusual spacetime fluctuations, and based on my previous observations, these fluctuations are very likely related to the manipulator behind the monsters."

"It's that group you call 'first...first what' again?" Xia Shu asked, stroking her chin as she thought.

"The Pioneers?" Marshal Strickland immediately replied.

"Yes, pioneers."

"My enemies are mixed in with the Pioneers, or the entire Pioneers are my enemies, but it doesn't matter anymore."

"The important thing is that we share the same enemy."

A smile appeared on Xia Shu's lips as she rested her right hand on her knees, her golden eyes gleaming slightly beneath her black hair.

"Having the same enemy means we can be friends."

“You will share all the information about the Pioneers with me, and in exchange, I can assist you with your next plan against the Pioneers.”

Xia Shu's words immediately struck a chord with Marshal Stark.

He sought out Natsuki for a detailed discussion, hoping that Natsuki could assist with their plan.

"I promise you," Marshal Steker readily agreed.

However, he suddenly realized that everything was going too smoothly.

Did I really manage to get a top-notch helper just by having a meal with him?

This attitude made him wonder if Natsuki had some other ulterior motives towards humanity.

Both sides share the same goal, but the gap in their strength is too great, so logically the other side should demand more.

“Any other requests, Mr. Natsuki?” he asked immediately afterward.

If it were other members of the Space Garrison, especially the Ultra Brothers, they would probably answer that they have no other requests. They are all outstanding role models who are full of a sense of justice and take justice as their mission without seeking anything in return.

But who is Natsuki?

If material needs could be ignored, would Natsuki have been exiled here?

"Of course." Xia Shu grinned, feeling very satisfied to see how sensible Marshal Steker was.

Even if the other party doesn't bring it up first, he will eventually have to.

But as soon as he said that, the bracelet on his right wrist vibrated, and a semi-transparent panel that only he could see popped out.

As a qualified member of the Space Garrison, it is your duty to always uphold your beliefs. Remember, you are a hero of justice.

[The decision-making task has been triggered!]

[Option 1: Take back what you just said, and refuse all additional rewards offered by the other party as a member of the Space Garrison. Reward: 3 hours of mental space training (Note: Choose this option)]

Option Two: Let yourself continue down this path of depravity, state your innermost desires, punishment: 1 hour of hellish mental space training (Note: Do not choose this option)

[Note: Natsuki, do you still remember those complaint letters? Think carefully about the reputation of the Space Garrison in the universe! (Hikari, Chief Director of the Space Science and Technology Bureau of the Land of Light)]

Xia Shu raised an eyebrow when she saw the text on the bracelet's panel.

"Fuck Squid Kalli".

The next second, he simply waved his hand and smashed the screen to pieces, not even giving it a second glance.

"Mr. Natsuki?" Marshal Steker noticed Natsuki's unusual behavior and asked in confusion.

Who is Hikari?

He clearly heard Natsuki swear, but he didn't know who this Hikari was.

The two sides are in a crucial stage of negotiations, and every little movement of Natsuki will attract his attention.

"He's just a jerk, ignore him."

Natsuki acted as if nothing had happened and skipped over the topic.

"Let's get back to business."

He refocused his attention on Marshal Strick.

"I will lend you a hand at crucial moments in the battles to come."

"However, I prefer a system where you get what you work for."

"Of course, it's not an unreasonable request."

"I just need Marshal Stark's help with some small matters regarding food, clothing, shelter, and transportation," Xia Shu said with a smile.

The ultimate level of slacking off is not about stealing moments of leisure from a busy schedule.

Instead, Natsuki treats the entire mission as a vacation, enjoying the local customs and culture of Earth while completing the mission – that's what she's aiming for.

He didn't want power or money; all he wanted was a relaxed and enjoyable life, something that could fill the void in his soul.

"I understand."

"I will certainly provide Mr. Natsuki with the highest level of treatment in this regard," Marshal Steke quickly agreed.

These are all minor matters.

He will try his best to satisfy any request he can.

He was afraid that Natsuki would immediately ask to be the Earth's governor or something, because based on his observations... the other party really had that ability.

Fortunately, the other person is a decent person, and at least based on our current interactions, they seem like someone I can try to trust further.

Just then, the next batch of dishes was served, and Natsuki started eating again.

Marshal Strucker understood that more details would have to be discussed later, as it was already late and it would probably take a while for the other party to finish eating.

"Mr. Natsuki, I will have someone arrange a room for you to rest later."

"Tomorrow, I will have three of our outstanding PhDs explain the specific plans to you."

Natsuki nodded in agreement.

I was busy talking, so all I could do was give him a thumbs up to show I understood.

Chapter 14 The Determination to Escape the Apocalypse

As night fell, the lights in the mech hangar dimmed, and there were fewer mech maintenance personnel on night shift.

Raleigh sat on a steel frame, gazing into the distance at a blue mech undergoing maintenance, his eyes filled with nostalgia.

"Five years... five years and four months."

"Seeing her again still makes my chest pound."

That was the Dangerous Gipsy, the mech that once belonged to him, a mech full of glory.

Throughout history, people have always preferred to refer to ships as "she," and this tradition has been preserved after the development of mechs.

"The marshal said that you were in charge of the repair plan."

"Thank you for letting me see her again." Raleigh turned his head to look at Mako Mori, who was sitting next to him in black, and thanked her.

“No need to thank me.” Mako Mori shook her head slightly, looking at the Dangerous Wanderer with a flicker in her eyes. “This mech is also waiting for its pilot. I can hear it.”

Raleigh saw the way she was looking at the dangerous homeless man and smiled slightly.

It seems I've figured something out.

Then, he casually asked, "When will I start choosing my partner?"

"You know, a mech requires two people to pilot it."

"Six o'clock tomorrow morning."

“I have already decided on the candidates to participate in the selection,” Mako Mori replied.

"Is that you?" Raleigh asked, raising an eyebrow.

As soon as he said this, Mako Mori looked at him with some surprise, her eyes darting around, and shook her head, saying, "No."

There was also a hint of annoyance in his tone.

Raleigh was puzzled when he received a negative answer.

Whether two people have a tacit understanding or can communicate synesthetically can often be determined at a glance.

The moment he arrived at the base and saw Mako Mori, he guessed that she might be his future partner.

However, this is not the case.

Is there someone else among me who is a better match for me?

That was all Raleigh could guess.

“That’s a real shame,” he said, shrugging.

There might be some inside story that I don't know about.

A series of footsteps approached.

Raleigh and Mako Mori turned around at the same time to look at the tall figure walking towards them.

Seeing their perfectly synchronized movements, Marshal Stark couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"Aren't you going to rest?" he asked Raleigh. "The test starts early tomorrow, and if you don't get enough rest, it might affect the results of the partner selection."

"Marshal? You've finished talking with Xia?"