I'm in another world, and I start out transformed into Lancelot.

His face was welded with an impeccable "good captain" mask, and he could even naturally praise Rose's newly submitted energy proposal as "quite forward-thinking."

However, beneath the mask, the cold, hard edges of the Illusionless Demon silently pierced through:

When Rose personally adjusted Seven's joints, the mortise and tenon energy components that circulated non-Earthly spectra—their intricate structure made her pupils shrink.

What intrigued him even more was the occasional, sharp, and icy energy fluctuation that emanated from her earrings and fingertips during high-intensity instrument testing...

(The faint glow of the crystals flashed beneath her skin)

These fragments, far surpassing the civilization of this world, were like pebbles thrown into a deep pool, creating dangerous ripples in his heart.

"The crystalline energy emanating from beneath her skin... its purity is comparable to the core mineral veins of the Land of Light!"

"Tsk, this sugar daddy's suitcase probably doesn't contain cash, but rather contraband that could dismantle half the universe, right?"

"Looks like a formidable alien... I need to open a bottle of red wine to calm my nerves."

Ultimately, he silently archived the assessment report deep within his consciousness.

Based on her current attitude of simply spending money without causing trouble, and yet generating substantial returns.

And the visible improvement in combat power of the team members who were so fascinated by the technology.

Captain Hebikura's smile remained flawless; he even personally refilled her cup of hand-drip coffee.

After all, if the gold coin's supply is stable, trouble can be avoided and the explosion can be delayed.

Chapter 78 What does it mean to have a cameo appearance that ends in failure?

With her almost dual status as both a "pillar of honor" and a "super treasury" in the armory, Rose perfectly embodied the concept of "rule immunity." Forget about dutifully clocking in and out—even a communication request from Commander Kuriyama had to be automatically tuned to a tone of gentle, respectful deference.

Hmm~ The sound of throwing money around is definitely more pleasant than the beeping of a time clock...

This is the absolute hegemony of the double halo of "money power" and "crushing black technology".

And so, this unfortunate duo, who had barely enjoyed a few good days in the previous two worlds, finally ushered in the long-awaited blissful time of decadence, laziness, and utter idleness! They would flip through fashion magazines about mecha paint schemes, and only occasionally, when inspiration struck, would they generously modify a couple of lines of code. Meanwhile, the system, in its comical, bean-shaped metal ball form, would glide and drift across the smooth floor of the command center, enjoying the researchers' indulgent onlookers' comments like, "Dr. Rose's AI is so lively!"

The consequence of the inertia value continuously exceeding the system's red line was that the top-secret memo, packaged and sent by the world consciousness itself, presented in the form of a cosmic-level encrypted scroll, with the cover stamped in gold and marked "Ultraman Zeta Earth Defense Force Chronicle (including derivative materials)," had long been buried deep beneath a stack of leftover dessert boxes, semi-solidified coffee stains, and mecha sketches covered with inspiration, like a timed electronic Easter egg forgotten deep in the sludge of data and about to expire!

One afternoon, the sun was so warm it almost made the metal instruments in the lab smell of rosin. "Thump!" A "mental strike" carrying the irresistible weight of the fundamental laws of the universe, like a small hammer, gave Rose and Beanball a flick on the forehead.

Rose, who was carefully applying "Starfield Aurora Fantasy Limited Edition" nail polish to her pinky finger with a brush in hand, suddenly trembled! That 3,000 Cosmic Credits worth of phantom purple... almost drew a rebellious arc.

The next second, it wasn't just her fingers that froze; the soybean ball at her feet, which was secretly using electromagnetic levitation to "drift around corners," also came to an abrupt halt! The comical emoticon was frozen in place as "(°ー°〃)?".

“Uh…wait, that commotion just now…” Rose blinked, the languid mist in her icy blue pupils instantly dissipating. “Oh no! I forgot to check the data!!”

The soybean ball, its body glowing with terror, cried out, "I'm going to die! I'm going to die! The boss's overdue order isn't e-waste, it's a time bomb!!!"

The two of them (?) broke free of the "lazybones" seal at lightning speed! Rose sighed in frustration, "I almost messed up because I was too comfortable... It really is true that the end of slacking off is a battlefield."

Soybean Ball almost rolled out of existence: "Command confirmed: Overtime mode! Overclocking start! Target: Extreme compression—the Great Anime Catching Operation!"

And so—a cinematic giant screen with projection precision enough to analyze particles composed of Ultraman—was unveiled in the center of the laboratory! Rose quickly sank into her custom-designed ergonomic viewing pod, flicking her finger to create a sonic boom as a packaging bag ripped open—the popcorn bucket and cola cup landed precisely in place! Simultaneously, eight mechanical tentacles sprang from the soybean ball at her feet—three clutching the potato chip bag, two raising the telescopic analysis eyepiece, and the remaining three rapidly tapping on the recording screen keyboard!

"Action!"

The epic tokusatsu opening theme song, titled "Ultraman Zeta," features a light pollution effect from the appearance of the Giant of Light... instantly engulfing the entire space!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

On the projection screen, the red and blue warrior who once stood proudly atop the Monster Graveyard, a mountain range of ruins lined with tombstones, had just uttered the confident declaration, "I'm not afraid of this move!"

The words had barely left his lips—"Whoosh—Splash!!!" His enormous body of light was utterly and undignifiedly "sucked" into Bruton's gigantic, alien-like, colorful vortex maw, leaving only a violently distorted spatial ripple and the equipment that had been spilled out. (Tragic subtitle: Equipment Entrustment Quest - Forced Transfer to Apprentice Mode Activated!)

The scene shifts—the diamond-eyed youth (?) who inherited his master's power is nervously clutching the badges, his honest and simple aura almost piercing the screen.

On the lab sofa, Rose, who was simultaneously holding a bucket of popcorn, froze completely! Rose's fingertips hovered in mid-air, the popcorn seemingly forgotten for centuries, her icy blue pupils trembling. The sentence that was about to escape, "He clearly..." was completely stuck in her logic processor.

The soybean ball at its feet is a rising star in the world of facial expressions gone wrong! The soybean on its head is twisted to the extreme "(°Д°≡°Д°)!?", and its whole body is flashing fluorescent light so high that it's about to melt its core circuitry!

The air froze for a full five seconds. Finally, Rose, in a daze as if her worldview had been crushed and reassembled by a cosmic black hole, uttered half a comment as if in a dream: "...Oh dear...that Mr. Zero...actually messed up like that...?" Every syllable was imbued with an epic disillusionment that the King of Light of the Land of Light had become a victim of a toilet?

As if electrocuted and rebooted, the soybean ball emitted a distorted mechanical wail from its core loudspeaker: "That's right! That's right!! Has the law of conservation of energy betrayed us?! He was so incredibly cool last time! How could he be flushed away by this cosmic-level toilet?! Zeta-san! Doesn't your master have any dignity?!"

The two exchanged a silent glance, their pupils reflecting a shared sympathy for the Warrior of Light's crumbling dignity, and... a subtle premonition of sudden realization. They hadn't yet fully grasped... this golden rule that spans the multiverse—[“A cameo appearance is a recipe for disaster! The cooler the entrance, the faster the demise!”]

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After an afternoon of intensive binge-watching, Rose's cognitive module had already acquired all the key protocols from the early stages of "Ultraman Z". At this moment, she leaned back in the viewing pod, her icy blue eyes calm and undisturbed, her fingertips even rhythmically tapping the edge of the empty popcorn bucket, exuding the air of a master who had "taken in all the cosmic storms".

As the projection screen precisely replayed the keyframe—Captain Hebikura Shota raising his hand from a hidden corner, revealing a replica of the "Dark Zeta Riser" swirling with ominous dark purple energy in his palm—Rose, who had been half-closing her eyes, finally let a barely perceptible glint flash across her ice-blue pupils, which resembled high-precision sensors! The invisible analytical goggles on the bridge of her nose seemed to automatically refocus, and the corners of her lips immediately curved into a leisurely arc of "I've caught the fox's tail!": "Hmm... I knew it." Her tone was wrapped in a layer of lazy, candy-like languor, yet every word was as precise as a data rivet piercing to the core—"This seemingly kind-hearted Captain Hebikura, ah, has a lot of problems~"

Huang Douqiu rolled to her feet and added in a hesitant tone, "But he still seems to care about the team members, so he should... be a good person, right?"

Rose gently placed the empty popcorn bucket on the floating coffee table, and upon hearing the system's words, she gave a slightly mysterious smile. "Well~ we haven't finished watching the rest of the episodes yet, so don't jump to conclusions so quickly."

She rose gracefully, her black tactical-gloved fingertips brushing against the front of her white lab coat, causing a few playful crumbs of snacks to drift down. Her gaze landed precisely on the screen—a frozen moment of breathtaking imagery: Haruki, like an arrow released from a bow, lunging towards the small dog at the monster's feet! Her sharp, icy blue eyes softened for a moment with a smile, before she deftly concluded: "The highest priority mission objective right now is—that hot-blooded, speedy, action-oriented rookie pilot who makes his teammates' blood pressure skyrocket and the captain's lips twitch!"

Her icy blue eyes, like a high-speed quantum processor, meticulously weighed the two strategic chains of "robust support" and "high-risk intervention." One was embedding a foldable electromagnetic shield generator into Sevenger's shoulder; the other was being present on the scene. Speaking of cameos, I'm reminded of Max's treatment—alas, it's already a classic that will live on forever.

Chapter 79 The Passionate Youths Unique to Aopeng

The pointer of thought leaps lightly through the stream of cognition.

Rose sipped the unsweetened black tea floating on the coffee table, the warm steam from the rim of the cup softening her lips for a moment.

"The sophisticated obstacle avoidance backstage mode isn't up to the demands of a prime-time performance."

As she whispered, her fingertips gracefully traced a rejection line on the virtual keyboard.

The optical flow dissipated silently when the solution of adding an electromagnetic barrier to Seven was implemented.

The woman sat back down on the sofa, lazily crossing her long, slender legs.

The white coat slipped down, revealing bare, delicate ankles, with tiny, dark blue thrusters adorning the toes of the shoes lying quietly.

"I'd better go and write a new script for the scene myself!"

The conclusion fell like a crystal, carrying with it the engineer's intimate control over his creation and the pure fervor of a child anticipating a gift.

The surface of the black tea reflected the light dancing in her eyes.

"After all—" The holographic projection device suddenly projected Sevenger's 3D model.

She gazed at the colossal steel figure, her voice filled with an expectant warmth like flowing molten lava:

"My dear silly child (Sevengar)..."

"After you've completed this special upgrade test that I personally designed—"

"What kind of... breathtaking fireworks will be set off for Mom (Engineer Limited Edition) in the combat log?"

Outside the window, the Tokyo Bay is bathed in gentle twilight, while inside, holographic projections shimmer with light.

The prelude to that future stage is still quietly brewing in the tranquility of the residence and the aroma of black tea.

Although the analysis and predictions of the previous moment contained profound, quantum-like formulas, when the miniature Gomes, representing the "official opening of the plot," truly appeared—

The actual battlefield process, however, was as efficient as if it had been fast-forwarded ten times!

The combination of an ace pilot and Rose's special Sevenger is less about combat and more about a meticulously crafted "steel waltz crushing show"!

Rose's heels, adorned with eerie blue thrusters, hadn't even left a clear footprint in the dust of the battlefield—

The command channel was already buzzing with Yao Hui's energetic report, "Mission accomplished!"

Looking around, the dust kicked up by the monster's shockwave had not yet completely settled, and the number of collapsed building ruins was a staggering single digit!

It can be described as a textbook example of "zero casualties, low damage, and efficient suppression"!

However, the universal golden rule seems to never fail:

The reckless behavior of passionate young people in their pursuit of shining humanity always precisely steps into the minefield where those in charge are already on the defensive!

Before the battle ended and the alarm was lifted, he actually abandoned his primary target (Dr. Rose) and ran wildly to the edge of the battlefield without even saying goodbye—just to pick up a small dog that was paralyzed with fear next to a broken wall!

Although this time, unlike the records, Sevenger's iron feet almost trampled a "humanoid anime sticker" onto him, but—

As the two people in the plane landed safely in the armory hangar, the hatch had just slid open—

Commander Kuriyama's signature roar, severely off-key due to excessive fright and anger, resounded throughout the corridor like an air raid siren!

"Xia, Xia, Xia Chuan Yaohui————!!!"

This superior, who was known for his ability to smooth things over, now had his face swollen like a ripe tomato.

He completely ignored Yoko, who had jumped out of the cockpit, and rushed to Haruki, who had just climbed out of the co-pilot's seat, his spittle practically piercing the young man's goggles:

"How dare you! How dare you abandon Dr. Rose?!" His finger jabbed at the team member nameplate on Yao Hui's chest like a pile driver.

"Do you know how much priceless data is stored in her scientific brain? Do you know how much research funding she injects into the armory every day?!"

"Not to mention she's a VIP from overseas, representing cutting-edge technology!! Her protection level is the Crimson level, where no expense is spared! And you!!"

He almost grabbed Yao Hui by the collar and shook him violently. "You actually left the base's most valuable strategic asset to starve on the battlefield just to pick up a stray dog?!"

"Was your instruction manual a bundled edition with the monster's manual?!"

Captain Hebikura leaned against the control panel with his arms crossed, his expression a textbook example of heartbreak and righteous indignation.

Although upon closer inspection, the subtle curve at the corner of his mouth, which he was trying so hard to suppress, looked like it had been forcibly welded on with nano-tweezers.

At the eye of the storm, Haruki stood like a wooden stake struck by lightning, his lips trembling as he tried to defend himself, but he was utterly overwhelmed by Kuriyama's machine-gun-like "strategic asset valuation report"!

And the "trigger" for all of this, the strategic gem, is Dr. Rose.

She calmly tidied her golden hair, which had been ruffled by the airflow, and gracefully stepped out from the shadow of the mecha.

Her icy blue eyes swept over the "performance review storm" she had stirred up, and a meaningful smile curved her lips:

"Okay, okay~"

Her clear, cool voice carried a strange soothing quality, instantly cutting through the stagnant air. "Although the young man was indeed a bit impulsive."

She gave Yaohui a meaningful look, and the young man immediately lowered his head even further than a scolded puppy.

"However~" she changed the subject, lightly tapping Yoko, who had just stepped out of the mecha and looked calm, with a smile as bright as if she had unlocked a top-tier technological blueprint.

"Thanks to his early departure, we had the opportunity to witness the ace pilot's prowess in piloting the enhanced Sevenger—his efficiency was truly amazing!"

"Thank you so much for the compliment!"

Yoko's eyes sparkled; it was an honor for her to receive praise from someone like the professor!

Yuka cleverly presented her "special high-fiber energy drink" with strangely bubbly emerald green bubbles.

"Sir, calm down~ Have a healthy drink to boost your brainpower!"

Under the combined onslaught of Rose's capital-level rhetoric, Yuka's "biochemical placebo," and Haruki's (whose butt was pinched by Captain Hebikura) contorted expression of "I was deeply wrong!"—a look of utter remorse comparable to a mask of pain—...

Commander Kuriyama's flushed face finally subsided slowly, like a boiler releasing pressure.

He cleared his throat forcefully, and with the last vestige of his official authority, uttered, "This...this will not happen again!" before quickly leaving the scene, still seething with anger.

The turmoil has temporarily subsided.

Rose glided smoothly into her specially customized workstation, which was filled with technological brilliance and resembled a command bridge.

With a casual flick of the finger, a soybean ball floating beside it immediately serves up a cup of perfectly heated black tea.

She took a graceful sip, her clear gaze falling on Yao Hui, who was still standing at attention, and her words cut as precisely as a scalpel:

"Well, the desire to protect life is commendable, but..."

Chapter 80 (3K) Earthlings, open your eyes, I am the Superman of the Universe

Captain Hebikura, like a partner in a precise relay, spoke with a serious expression:

"That's right, but while protecting lives, we must also follow the rules."

His gaze, calm yet penetrating, swept over Yuka, whose face was filled with worry, and Yoko, whose eyes held a complex expression.

His tone suddenly became more serious: "Have you ever thought about how much psychological trauma it would leave on Yoko if Sevenger stepped on her?"

This combination of techniques—first, establish a solid framework by upholding the ironclad rules, and then use the bonds of companionship to directly strike at emotional vulnerabilities—is exceptionally effective!