Ultraman grunts? Call me Space Policeman outside!

Office of the Chief Minister of the United Nations Anti-Monster Wall (Wall of Life) Project.

The nearly sixty-year-old American chief minister, with graying temples, stood in front of a wall covered with display screens.

"Are you sure you want to change your mind?" one of the people on the screen asked him.

"Although the plan was met with resistance after the Wall of Life in Sydney was breached, it still held off the monster for nearly an hour."

“If you continue with the Wall of Life project, we will continue to provide you with funding.”

The old man shook his head at this.

Then, he gestured with his eyes to a middle-aged brown-haired American man in a well-tailored suit to come forward and said to the people on the screen, "Let him talk to you."

"Zakri Lyman?"

"A renowned PhD in biology and mechanical engineering."

"You should be at MIT right now, why are you running off to his side?"

Zachary Lyman looked up at the American representative on the screen who was asking him questions, and gave him a polite smile.

“Mr. Taylor, because I felt the call of a mission.”

"I previously published a paper on remotely piloted mass-produced mechs, I wonder if you remember it."

"I remember."

“This technology was once opposed by Mr. Stark Pantecost,” Taylor said, looking at him.

"But I believe you can understand the prospects of this technology."

"If these mass-produced mechs can be successfully deployed, we will have the power to completely wipe out the monsters."

"At the same time, we will also regain the trust of the people."

Hearing him say that.

Taylor pondered for a moment.

“That sounds interesting,” a representative from another country said. “So the Minister of the Wall of Life project changed his mind because he wants to implement your plan?”

“That’s right.” The chief minister of the Wall of Life project nodded. “The Wall of Life alone is no longer enough to regain people’s trust.”

"As for Steker Pantecost, everything that has happened in the past has proven him to be a loser."

"Now, I'm more inclined to place my hopes on the [remotely piloted mass-produced mechs]."

After he finished speaking, the representatives had to take a closer look at Zachary Lyman, who had proposed the "remotely piloted mass-produced mech" plan.

"Are you really capable of implementing this technology?" asked Taylor, the American representative. "And how long would it take to see results?"

Zachary Lyman smiled after hearing this.

"Because I have already implemented this technology."

Chapter 18 Passion

It was exactly five o'clock in the morning.

Natsuki flung open the door to the lounge and walked down the long corridor lined with steel pipes.

Wearing a floral shirt and baggy shorts, he looked like he was on vacation, but his tall, thin back looked tired, and his steps were like those of a walking corpse.

"Hey, Xia!" A familiar voice came from behind; it was Raleigh.

Luo Li jogged over to Xia Shu's side, glanced at his pale face, and was immediately stunned.

Did you have a nightmare last night?

"Difficulty adapting to the new environment?"

Now that he considers Natsuki a friend, he naturally wants to show concern when he sees something unusual about his friend's health.

"It's not that I'm not used to the environment; the Earth's environment is quite comfortable."

"It's just... I had a nightmare that felt like hell."

Xia Shu spoke weakly, her mind in a daze.

He's still hallucinating the sound of a jeep horn in his head.

That damn Seven... he actually became Hikari's accomplice!

Once I return to the Land of Light after this mission, I'm going to spread all the dirt on this guy.

Natsuki has already figured out how to get revenge on Seven when she gets back.

"So aliens have nightmares too..." Raleigh nodded thoughtfully.

As he spoke, he thought of a way to distract Natsuki from her nightmare.

"My partner selection test will be held after dinner."

"Would you like to come and watch?"

Raleigh invited him with a smile, even showing off his biceps.

"Although I used to be a construction worker, I do have some skills."

His words did indeed divert Xia Shu's attention considerably.

"Then I'll have to go and join in the fun."

Joining in the fun is one of Natsuki's greatest hobbies.

"We'll see." Raleigh patted him on the shoulder, then led Natsuki toward the restaurant.

......

Walk through another long corridor and you'll see the restaurant.

The base's dining hall is also very large. Due to the current shortage of supplies, both mech pilots and technicians dine in this huge dining hall.

However, compared to the outside world, these people who are dedicated to fighting monsters do not need to use ration cards to exchange for food. They can eat as much as they want, which is a benefit of their hard work in the outside world.

It's only a little past five in the morning, but the restaurant is already quite full; they're all used to getting up early.

"This 'plate of food' looks pretty good too." Xia Shu stood in front of the food window, her eyes lighting up as she looked at the various steaming dishes inside.

“Choose what you want to eat, and they will put the food and rice into your plate for you.” Raleigh stood next to him and patiently explained, “In China, more people prefer to call this a ‘boxed lunch’.”

"Then I want this, this, and this... and..." Xia Shu didn't stand on ceremony, grabbing several plates and ordering all the dishes on them.

"Wait...can you really eat all this?" Raleigh asked, looking at the six plates piled high with food.

This is enough food for six people.

Xia Shuren looked tall and thin, not like someone who could eat a lot.

"You'll have to ask your marshal that."

"Or you can ask your chef," Xia Shu replied casually, her gaze still fixed on the dishes on her plate, already imagining what they would taste like.

“This gentleman has quite a big appetite.” Inside the window, the base’s head chef overheard the two’s conversation, leaned over, and said to Raleigh with a smile while wiping his hands with a hot towel.

"Our hands were practically never stopped cooking last night."

"And this gentleman finished all the food without wasting a single drop." Although the head chef was exhausted last night, he had a good impression of Natsuki.

For a chef, the best compliment is when guests eat every last bite of the food they've carefully prepared, and Mr. Natsuki didn't even leave a crumb on his plate, which made them feel exceptionally respected.

"That's because your skills are superb."

“I haven’t had such delicious food in a long time,” Natsuki replied with a smile.

"Hahahaha." The head chef was flattered by the young man's words and laughed heartily. He then added, "Young man, you can come to me whenever you're hungry. My kitchen will always have a special stove prepared for you."

He knew how scarce resources were in the world outside the base, and guessed that Natsuki must have suffered a lot outside. This sympathy made him like Natsuki even more.

"Thank you," Natsuki said with a smile.

At this moment, Raleigh also realized what was happening.

This guy, who looks no different from a human, is actually an alien, so it's not surprising that he has such a large appetite.

“Let’s go, the dining area is over there.” Raleigh gestured in the direction beside him, then picked up his own plate and a plate for Natsuki, ready to lead the way.

There's a lot of stuff; we definitely can't carry it all in one trip.

Natsuki planned to use her telekinesis to carry away the remaining five plates.

After two hours of hellish training, my psychic abilities have improved from beginner to intermediate, and I can now use a considerable amount of power even in human form.

But a man in his forties, wearing a brown vest, with short blond hair, a rugged face, and a fine stubble, walked over.

Chuck Hansen (left) and Heck Hansen (right)

"Hey, Raleigh." He waved to Raleigh from a distance, as if they were old acquaintances.

“Heck?” Raleigh turned around when he heard the voice and saw the man walking towards him. He also felt a sense of familiarity.

This man is named Heck Hansen, and he is one of the pilots of the fifth-generation Jaeger, the Eureka Raider.

Five years ago, Raleigh fought alongside Heck.

"Long time no see," Heck said with a smile, then looked at Natsuki. "This must be the distinguished guest the Marshal mentioned?"

"Hello," he introduced himself warmly, "Heck Hansen."

"I heard that you saved the marshal's life. I must thank you no matter what."

"This base can't function without him."

Natsuki usually behaves quite kindly in front of enthusiastic people.

He extended his hand to shake Heck's, saying, "You're welcome. Your warm hospitality has proven that my choice was correct."

Heck knew that Natsuki was an alien, but in this apocalyptic time, none of that mattered anymore. The fact that Natsuki had saved Marshal Stark's life was enough for him to treat her with sincerity, and this was true for most people in the base.

"Let's eat at our place."

"Let me get it for you." Heck invited Natsuki and Raleigh to the dining area for the Eureka Raiders' team, and then helped Natsuki pick up her plate.

They took the initiative to lead the way forward.