The Monster User Doesn't Want to Become the Ultimate Lifeform

Lin Zhun got off the carriage half-believingly and looked at everything around him with some suspicion.

There were no traps, no ambushes, as if everything was just as the conductor Miss 9527 said, that this train from another dimension was only meant to take people in trouble to where they wanted to go.

In other words, it is simply for the pleasure of helping others.

What kind of person would perform such a thankless, purely altruistic act?

Could it be that the people in the Kingdom of Light, who are known for their high moral standards, came up with this? But I didn't see this thing in the original plot.

Well, although there are many things to complain about, as the person being rescued, he really has nothing to complain about.

Lin Zhun scratched his head, turned around to look at the conductor behind him, and said, "Well, thank you. And I'm sorry about what happened before."

Although thanking and apologizing to a robot was a bit problematic no matter how he thought about it, he really couldn't take it for granted.

But before he could finish his words, the train that brought him to the other dimension had already started again.

It sped into the air with the sound of the departure whistle, and when it was about 300 meters above the ground, it rushed into a black passage that suddenly opened.

——That must be the entrance to the “time-space tunnel” mentioned in the train announcement.

"Goodbye, and thank you, Miss Conductor."

Looking at the other-dimensional train disappearing into the night, Lin Jun took a deep breath and looked around.

Compared to the bustling and brightly lit city in the distance, his village was like a poor old man who was squeezed into a corner by a few muscular men in the subway and had no way to retreat.

Even the last bit of living space of the latter was about to be taken away, and the two sides formed a sharp contrast, one strong and one weak, one light and one dark.

Of course, Lin Zhun couldn't say that he was disgusted with this situation. It was just the development of the times.

What's more, there is demolition compensation to be obtained.

——This should be considered a good thing.

"But times have changed. What should I do next?"

While walking towards the city, Lin Zhun thought about his future.

Frankly speaking, Lin Jun felt quite uncomfortable when the main storyline suddenly changed from winning Pokémon Chicken to being a jungler in a foreign country.

I have no money and no status, and considering that this is the Earth in the Ultraman Universe, and there may be a final boss to fight in the end, it feels quite difficult.

"Although it's much better than before, the future is still full of ups and downs."

"But as a human being, one should be content with what one has. Anyway, Smailu Smailu."

Lin Zhun forced an ugly curve at the corner of his mouth. That was the truth, but he really couldn't laugh.

Just when he was worried, an alluring fragrance entered his nostrils.

——It’s the aroma of food.

You can see a stand-alone stall selling soba noodles on the roadside leading from the village to the city.

It smells so good.

Perhaps buckwheat noodles themselves are not a particularly delicious food, but for Lin Zhun, who had been surviving in the wilderness on Hama Star for half a month and had to fight wits and courage with unknown animals and plants every day, there was really no possibility of rejection.

In other words, for him now, normal food is enough.

"Uncle, another bowl of noodles!"

Sitting in front of the stall's own stool, Lin Zhun devoured a bowl of noodles while not forgetting to order another portion from the severely balding shop owner.

Next to him, there were already several bowls stacked together, looking like a scene from an anime where a competitive eating contest was taking place.

"...Young man, while a good appetite is certainly a good thing, you still have to take care of your health."

"If you keep eating like this and don't chew your food slowly, you'll be in big trouble when you're my age."

Glancing at the pile of noodle bowls beside Lin Zhun, like an old man who loved to nag, the stall owner couldn't help but shook his head helplessly and advised.

Lin Zhun's face was obviously a little embarrassed about this.

Frankly speaking, the amount of noodles that the stall owner gave was indeed quite substantial, but it was still too much for him to resist being hungry!

Although I wasn't that hungry, for some reason my stomach seemed to never be full.

Even now, he didn't feel full or stuffed. Did becoming Leonicus have this effect?

"Speaking of which, young man, what's wrong with your arm? And your clothes look weird too."

"Ah this"

The expression on Lin Jun's face froze for a moment, and he couldn't help but retract his right arm wrapped in the cloak - he couldn't take off the combat device, and he was helpless!

However, just as Lin Zhun was about to make some excuses, he realized a very crucial problem belatedly.

"Oh, by the way, old man, do you understand what I'm saying?"

Judging from the billboards and mess around him, there was no doubt that the train from another dimension had dropped him off in Japan.

Although Lin Zhun had some exposure to Japanese, it was only when he watched some broadcastable and non-broadcastable things. He had no experience of systematic learning at all.

Does the game come with a Chinese localization patch? Or is there something else, like a translation software for the battle instrument?

However, before a conclusion could be reached, the stall owner in front of him clearly misunderstood something.

"Young man, I don't like what you say. I'm just a little older, not hard of hearing. Of course I understand."

"Sorry, old man, I didn't mean that."

"Alright, young man, I won't ask any more questions. Young people always have little secrets they want to keep hidden in the dark, secrets they don't want others to know. I understand."

He gave Lin Jun a subtle expression with some humor, and then couldn't help but start reminiscing about the past.

"Oh, thank you, old man. By the way, has anything big happened recently?"

It was a bit of a clumsy way of changing the subject, but it wasn't just to avoid embarrassment or anything.

It was crucial for him to find out which film studio he belonged to.

"Is it a big deal? I haven't paid attention to these things for a long time. Let me think about it."

The kind-looking stall owner looked thoughtful and remained silent for a few seconds before continuing.

"The most famous one is probably the sudden appearance of a giant. Eight out of ten people who come to eat noodles here are talking about it. Children are running around with toys of that guy, even at night, playing pretend games."

"giant?"

"I heard it was called Tiga or Tiga or something like that. Anyway, shouldn't you young people know more about this kind of thing?"

"Well, there's a reason."

Lin Zhun answered immediately, but his mood was a little heavy.

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Chapter 10 Sympathy

Good news: I’ve traveled to a familiar work.

Bad news: Warhammer 40k.

Although Lin Zhun's current situation is not as described above, it is actually similar to some extent... At least he was confused for a second after confirming the world he was in.

——Three years.

This is the time left before Gatanjea appears, and these three years have not been peaceful, with all kinds of monsters and aliens appearing in large numbers.

Even though I know I will win in the end, I can't stay calm when I get involved in it all.

After all, the plot is the plot, the setting is the setting, and how it is actually performed and developed is another matter. He will be fed by the 600-decibel loudspeaker on the next-door studio for the rest of his life.

——So this train from another dimension really just found a random place to drop him off, right?

The corners of Lin Zhun's mouth twitched. He had just escaped from the wolf's den and fell into the tiger's mouth. This was exactly the current situation.

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But it’s too late to regret now. As I said before: there’s no point in being anxious, just face it with a smile, even if you can’t laugh.

"Okay, young man, it's getting late. After you finish this bowl of noodles, I should close the stall for today."

The kind-faced stall owner handed Lin Zhun the last bowl of buckwheat noodles, which was much fuller than the previous one.

"Since you've spent so much time chatting with me, an old man, I'll give you a zero. The total is..."

""

The action of stuffing noodles into his mouth suddenly froze.

To be honest, Lin Zhun didn't hear anything about what the stall owner said next. It was not until this moment that he realized a very important point.

——Yes, you have to pay for meals.

So does he have money?

Lin Zhun searched his body thoroughly and found not only no Japanese yen but also not even a single game coin.

Round off?

This is really not necessary, because the difference is not that big.

"Uncle, if I say I don't have any money on me right now, can I owe you money for the time being?"

"Young man, are you kidding me?"

After hearing Lin Zhun's words, the stall owner who was cheerful just now suddenly stopped smiling and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times.

He looked up and down at Lin Zhun, who looked embarrassed.

Although it is impossible to tell what ethnic costume the other person is wearing, he looks decent in terms of his attire.

Besides, his noodles were not expensive. Even if he ate a lot, he should not be unable to afford it. Even if he did not bring enough money, it is better than saying that he simply had no money!

Are you here to cause trouble, kid?

"...Well, old man, how about I use my things to pay off the debt, or mortgage them with you, and then pay you back when I have money in the future?"

As if noticing the subtle expression on the stall owner opposite, Lin Jun took out a bunch of... strange-looking things from his pocket in a panic.

He got these things from the dead Jetton and the unknown Leonicus who was trampled to death by Jagorgon.

In terms of value, it is, after all, an alien creation with more advanced technology, so if it is really converted into money, it should still be worth a lot.

But whether it can pay off the current debt is another matter.

At least judging from the expression on the stall owner's face, it seems a bit risky.

"Young man, if you really don't have any money, how about asking your family to send it over? Or are you having a conflict with your family?"

"If that's the case, I still suggest you have a frank discussion with your family. After all, you're a family, so what conflicts can't be resolved?"

“Don’t wait until later to regret some things.”

Looking at Lin Jun's slightly embarrassed expression, the stall owner suggested somewhat helplessly.

And looking at his earnest look, it was obvious that he regarded Lin Zhun as a runaway who had a conflict with his family.

only....

"Well, old man, you may not believe it, but I don't have any conflicts with my family. I just don't have a home."

As he spoke, Lin Zhun couldn't help but reveal a somewhat ugly bitter smile.

Although traveling back to your favorite special effects film does seem like a good thing, it is just an appearance.

As an ordinary person who would be slapped twice by the fish if he killed them, he has never killed any living creatures in his life except sprinkling some salt on the giant African snails in the community when he was free.

When I woke up, I was thrown into that hellhole of Hama Star and stayed there for half a month. Then I had to face Gatanjea.

On the one hand, I feel the beauty of peace more and more, but on the other hand, I miss the ordinary life more and more.

——But unfortunately, Lin Zhun can no longer go back to the past.

Similarly, the moment Lin Zhun finished speaking, the stall owner's advice stopped.

The scrutinizing gaze lingered on Lin Jun's beastly face for a few seconds, and finally turned into an extremely complicated sigh.

"...Forget it, consider it my treat tonight, young man."

The stall owner shook his head with an expression of helplessness and understanding, and ultimately did not choose to call the police.

He didn't even take a second look at the messy instruments that Lin Jun took out.

Although it was indeed very unpleasant to encounter such a thing, to be honest, he didn't actually make a living by selling buckwheat noodles, so money was not important to him... If you have to say it, this could be considered a hobby.