Ultraman: Noah's big one at the beginning

Guga: "What specific order are you managing? That's a bit too broad a term."

Gate: "The Order Administrator was established in the 21st year of the new calendar. It refers to a robot with special authority that is armed and maintains the security and order of the universe."

Chapter 354 Sinner! How dare you address the ancient ancestor by his name?!

At the crossing station in the Unknown Realm, Guga learned about X's identity through the gate's explanation.

"A robot with special privileges to maintain public order—isn't that just a police officer?" Gu Jia realized the key point.

Soon, he noticed another important detail: "Wait, a robot?!"

Guga looked at the X Technology terminal in his hand, and now everything made sense.

Other Ultraman, after their bodies dissipate, are transformed into light particles and reassembled, finding a human host to support them in life.

Only X, after his body was annihilated, became a string of data and has continued to live in the human network world.

At first, Kuga thought it was due to the physical constitution of different Ultra races, but now that X is a robot, everything makes sense.

It's clear that the robots in this world are quite advanced; some, like X, are even superior to organic life in many ways.

"Since you came in with 012134, we'll make an exception and let you through, but you must register at the registration desk over there," the turnstile announced, making an exception.

"Shh!"

The light barrier blocking Guga's path disappeared, and Guga finally entered the hall of the time-travel station.

Because he didn't know how many unknowns awaited him here, he kept his promise and went to the registration desk after entering the hall.

The registration office was empty. The white lights on the ceiling flickered, the monitors on the workstations were cracked, and the chairs and desks were covered in dust. No staff had come for a long time.

"How can I register if there's no one here?" Gu Jia turned to look at the turnstile.

"Do you always have to ask me about everything? Can't you intelligent beings use your own brains?" The turnstile said impatiently, revealing its emotions.

“What can I do if there’s no one else…” Gu Jia said, somewhat speechless. “How about this, I’ll hire you as my guide for this trip, okay?”

The turnstile said, "No, I have to stay at my post. I'm a responsible turnstile."

"012134 can be registered on behalf of someone else; the order administrator has very high authority."

"Can you remember how to help me register?" Gu Jia asked Ex.

X: "I can't remember, but I can try."

Ex asked in a serious manner, "Name."

Guja: "Guja".

Ex: "Place of origin".

Guja: "Land of Light".

X: "Shouldn't this count as registration complete?"

Gu Jia: ╭(°A°`)╮

Does this count as registration complete?

You just asked two very casual questions, didn't you?!

A voice called out from the distant turnstile: "Yes! That completes the registration!"

"012134 is still this reliable when it comes to getting things done!"

Gu Jia: "..."

"What did he do?"

The turnstile snapped, "Shut up! Organic life will never understand!"

After scolding him, she realized something was wrong: "Wait a minute! What's his name?"

X: "Guga."

The turnstile's voice suddenly became shrill, its tone more intense, somewhat like a eunuch in an ancient palace: "How dare you!"

"How dare you address someone by that name?!"

“That’s my name,” Guga said, pointing to himself.

"Impersonating the Ancient Ancestor! 012134, arrest him immediately!" the turnstile shouted. "Such blasphemous acts are punishable by law enforcement. You have the right to have your data deleted and your body crushed into a pancake!"

“I am a being of light, I will not turn into a discus,” Guga sighed.

"Wait, do I share the same name as your ancestor?" Gu Jia continued, grasping the key point.

"In that case, it makes sense that the person in the time-space transfer station was so obedient."

"Wait, I didn't tell him my name. Does that mean I not only share the same name as your ancestors, but I also look a lot like them?" Gu Jia muttered to himself, touching his handsome face.

Turnstile: "Ancient Ancestor only lives in 01's mouth; our understanding of him is limited to his name."

"But that's a sacred name! No one can defile it! 012134, what are you waiting for?"

"How should I catch it now?" X, who was residing in the terminal, didn't even have a hand.

Turnstile: "..."

“Sinner, I now order you to go and receive your punishment. After leaving Station 012, you will see a garbage disposal site. Follow the direction of the garbage disposal site forward until you see the robot supply point. Then fly downwards. About 20,000 light-years later, you will reach the nearest robot prison.”

"I've contacted all my colleagues along the way, and I'll keep an eye on you!"

Guga: "You..."

"Listen to him first," Ex whispered.

Gu Jia nodded. Although he had just arrived, he could sense that this world was extraordinary. In any case, he would leave the time-travel station first, then see more of the outside world and gather more information.

Soon, guided by the turnstiles, Gu Jia walked out of the time-travel station.

Looking back outside the station, he realized that the entire station was a mechanical planet, and the hall he had just been in was just a very small reception area of ​​the station.

"I thought this place was similar to Ultraman Port, but now it seems that the flow of people here is tens of thousands of times that of Ultraman Port. And this is only Station 012... Just how prosperous must this universe be to have so many stations built?"

“Nostalgia,” X followed.

After a brief moment of reflection, Guga began searching for a garbage dump outside.

The search process is not difficult, because there is just too much trash floating in space.

It's not just piled up like a mountain, it's piled up like a galaxy. The waste disposal site is a place about the size of the M78 Nebula, and the entire space is filled with all kinds of mechanical waste, robot arms and legs, broken walls and windows of steel buildings.

"Is this universe really only inhabited by robots?" Guga muttered to himself, rummaging through the pile of garbage in front of him.

"Buzz!"

Under the influence of Ultra's telekinesis, the garbage heap separated, and Guga went deep inside to observe this difficult-to-handle garbage.

Finally, when he reached the very heart of the garbage dump, he found some items belonging to an organic species: "Plastic bags, these are definitely plastic bags."

"And this, a Coke can... There was organic life in this universe at the beginning, but judging from the depth of this garbage burial, it's estimated that organic life hasn't thrown away any garbage for hundreds of millions of years."

As he looked around, Gu Jia's attention was drawn to another pile of junk: "What the hell is this?!"

"The Galactic Spark and the Dark Spark, isn't that it!"

"How did Cheng Dou throw it out?! Isn't this a divine weapon?! Σ(っ°Д °;)っ"

An old man's voice came from the side: "What magical artifact? This is the first-generation weapon that is standard equipment for security maintenance robots. Organic life forms have never seen anything good."

"Who are you?" Gu Jia turned around and looked at the old robot man who had appeared behind him.

The old man replied matter-of-factly, "The landfill manager."

Chapter 355 The History of the Unknown Realm

A junkyard in an unknown territory.

Guga saw a bunch of uncolored galactic sparks and dark sparks.

A rusty old robot then appeared, saying that these were the first-generation weapons of the security maintenance robots, just like the standard Ultra Long Gun of the Land of Light, with each member of the team carrying one.

“This…” Gu Jia rubbed his temples.

Now it seems that Lugiel and Galaxy really are connected to the Unknown Realm.

Could it be that on the way back to the past from the future, they happened to pick up two standard weapons at a time-space transfer station?

"You like this kind of thing?" the landfill manager asked, looking at Gu Jia.

"I have a lot more here. Some can be repaired and still work, and some just have some paint chipped off but aren't broken at all. Do you want them? I'll sell them to you at a low price."

"As long as... three barrels of oil..."

Guga: "I have another question. Your world's robots are already this intelligent, so why do you still need to work harder?"

"The universe must be filled with the energy needed for your activities."

The landfill manager replied, "You think drinking oil is a necessity for survival? No, it's our snack."

"Understood." Gu Jia nodded. "Could you take me to see it? It's the one you mentioned earlier..."

The junkyard manager readily nodded and flew forward with Guga, answering many of Guga's questions along the way. Finally, after passing through countless planet-sized junkyards, they stopped in front of a shack made of broken iron plates.

After entering the house, the old man quickly pulled out a box of uncolored galaxy sparklers: "These are the ones. I've painstakingly salvaged them from the junkyard over the years."

"Back then, those people didn't know what thrift and frugality meant. They would replace the weapons as soon as they were slightly broken. These old weapons were directly submitted for scrapping, even though they weren't actually broken at all," the old man said, showing the weapons while complaining.

"You know how to use this thing, right?"

Gu Jia nodded, took out a raw spark from the box, and looked at the old man: "There aren't any other experimental subjects here, could you...?"

"Of course not!" the old man refused sternly. "My body can't withstand any damage."

"Try this one." The old man rummaged through the box for a while and pulled out a Gomora doll.

Kuga exclaimed excitedly, "The monster doll is still here! That means there's still life in the universe!"

The old man remained calm, only sensing that the organic life form before him was naive: "Nonsense, of course there are many organic life forms still alive, but most of them have been turned into puppets because they violated the law. Isn't the monster in your hand the best example?"

"Alright, hurry up and hand over the oil after you're done testing. I'm still waiting to find my treasure on Taobao."

Urged on by the old administrator, Guga pressed the Spark Body against the sole of the Gomora doll's foot.

A moment later, the gigantic Gomora appeared and let out a roar.

Guga tried waving the spark again, and Gomora quickly transformed back into a monster doll.

Gu Jia was ready to close the deal: "It works whether you make it bigger or smaller, three barrels of oil?"

"By the way, won't you get investigated for selling these standard-issue weapons privately?"

The old man solemnly held up one finger: "First, I'm not selling standard-issue weapons, I'm selling junk."

"Second, even if what I'm selling is indeed standard-issue weapon, it's only nominally illegal. In reality, zero order administrators will actually come to arrest me."

"This kind of ancient weapon was eliminated hundreds of millions of years ago. The security maintenance robots that were updated 530 million years ago all had their own humanoid beams, so they didn't need this kind of weapon at all."

Guga looked at the X terminal in his hand: "It has a built-in dollification beam."

Isn't that the Zanadim Ray? That's practically standard equipment for the new generation of security robots.

“That makes sense, absolutely right,” Gu Jia nodded.

"Alright, hurry up and hand over the oil. You'll be going to the criminal investigation department to face your punishment later, so don't waste your time here," the landfill manager urged.

Gu Jia nodded, opened his Ultra Bracelet's storage space, and rummaged through it. In the end, he didn't find a barrel of oil, but he did find several cases of soda.

"You're drinking it like a beverage, aren't you? This is a beverage, you can drink it the same way, right?" Gu Jia laughed.

The old robot's face immediately fell: "Nonsense! Can the texture of this carbonated drink compare to silky oil?"

"Trying to fool an old man, huh? I'll report this to the security agency right now!"

After he finished speaking, the old man's eyes lit up, and data appeared rapidly flowing in his eyes.

Half a minute later, X's voice came from the terminal: "[Order accepted. Request for assistance from landfill number 369. Order maintenance worker number 012134 will arrive on site within 0 seconds!]"

Landfill manager: !!!∑(°Д°ノ)ノ

Guga couldn't help but complain, "Even though you're a robot, your expressions are a bit too much."

The old man retorted, "Is 'robot' a derogatory term in your mouth? It's only natural that organic life forms can't make such a wide range of expressions!"