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

Zetana made a dazzling entrance in his incredibly cool Alpha Armor form, only to be utterly defeated by King Joe right from the start.

The swift, precise, and deadly cosmic fist technique landed on King G. Joe's incredibly hard metal shell, with an effect similar to "gua sha" (scraping therapy).

To make matters worse, the powerful finishing move "Zestim Ray" not only failed to harm the enemy, but was instead completely absorbed by it, and then the gun was turned around and fired at the comrades on the ground!

Rose had to step in once again to help block the out-of-control energy ripples and "clean up the mess."

The helplessness in her eyes made Haruki and Zeta, the novice duo, feel extremely ashamed, wishing they could perform an "earth-遁术" (earth-遁术, a technique of escaping through the earth) on the spot and dig a hole to hide themselves.

Fortunately, Rose didn't nag much. She simply instructed the bean ball to hand over the three badges that were shining with new light to Zeta.

As for that troublemaking cosmic parasite Cerebro—

Before Zeta, the "newbie hero," has accumulated enough combat "levels," this "experience pack" cannot be logged off to claim its reward.

So Rose could only tactically turn a blind eye and watch it slip away right under her nose again.

But as it turns out, the title of "underachiever" was not given lightly.

Haruki's excitement at receiving the new badge hadn't even cooled down when he heard his partner Zeta's confused and hesitant voice echo in his mind: "Eh... how exactly do I use this new badge combination? Let me think..."

"Huh?!" Haruki was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped to his feet. He simply couldn't believe that his handsome and imposing giant of light partner could be even less reliable than himself at such a crucial moment.

"You actually forgot how to use it?!" This was a shocking revelation!

Zeta also felt an unprecedented sense of shame for his past behavior of slacking off during academic classes at the Land of Light school.

"This is so embarrassing for Ultraman..." He (if the energy being had a head) frantically scratched his "head," "Give me a little more time! I'm sure I can remember!"

If ordinary citizens on the ground who idolize Ultraman warriors were to hear that their heroic Zeta-san is not only a "bad student" in class but also can't even understand the instructions for battle items, their idol filter would probably shatter beyond repair.

Unlike Yoko, who was watching Zeta with concern on the ground, Rose, who had overheard the encrypted conversation between these two idiot juniors, couldn't help but cover her face in anguish.

"Ah...no wonder the Boss (World Consciousness) asked me to take good care of them..." At this moment, she finally understood her superior's good intentions.

Seeing that the silly boy Zeta was still engrossed in struggling with the "crashed" memories, completely ignoring the lurking King G. Joe behind him.

Rose, unable to contain herself any longer, roared, "Hey! What are you daydreaming about on the battlefield, you idiot—!"

The shout was like a thunderclap! Zeta jolted awake, his soul finally returning to its place. He hurriedly raised his hand to try and block King Joe's long-awaited giant palm strike.

As a result, he was slapped hard by Jin Guqiao and fell to the ground, rolling around several times in a sorry state.

That Jin Guqiao knocked Zeta to the ground, he must be about to—

What do you mean by "certain"? We're just recreating classic scenes! Those who know, know!

Seeing her silly child rolling on the ground like a dirty potato, looking utterly pathetic, Rose, despite her sharp tongue, had a soft heart.

Unable to resist the urge, I secretly gave him a "super armor" buff—just like buying temporary "accident insurance" to prevent the situation from getting too embarrassing.

“Remember,” she quickly and impatiently reminded him, “its weaknesses lie in various parts of its body…”

Before the words were finished, an excited voice suddenly interrupted, filled with the thrill of discovering a new continent: "That's right! The moment it separates! Those joint seams will be exposed like an unlocked back door!"

Having arrived at the scene, Yuka's eyes shone with the fervent light characteristic of a researcher, and her supplementary information was incredibly precise.

Well, this "cheating answer" is practically shoved right in their face; they're practically writing the solution steps in their homework.

Now, it all depends on whether Ultraman Zeta, the "exam-challenged student," can answer this open-book exam well!

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Full of confidence, Zeta and Haruki quickly switched to Beta Impact form, which is known for its strength. Their massive bodies, which looked like they were forged from red rock, demonstrated their determination to crush the enemy with absolute power.

Beta Impact pounced on the cosmic robot King Joe like a ferocious beast, attempting to slam it to the ground and forcibly dismantle it using the most primitive and direct wrestling techniques.

However, harsh reality dealt them a heavy blow in an instant!

King Joe's indestructible metal shell and unexpected superhuman strength are like an insurmountable mountain.

Zeta's powerful slam, which he did with all his might, not only failed to budge the steel giant in the slightest, but instead felt like he had crashed into a moving alloy wall.

King Gyujo took the initiative, using his cold, heavy metal joints to firmly lock Zeta's arm, rendering his overwhelming strength advantage completely useless in the face of his enemy.

In the contest of strength, Beta Impact was completely outmatched.

Repeated setbacks and futile attacks left Zeta feeling anxious and frustrated, like vines tightly binding her heart.

The giant in the mental space was so anxious that his energy body seemed to dim slightly, and he subconsciously turned to Yaohui.

That voice, which usually sounded heroic and reliable during battles, now carried an unmistakable sense of grievance and helplessness, even mixed with a hint of barely perceptible dependence and coquetry: "Haruki... what should we do?! This guy... this guy is really strong!"

Why didn't we just use Gamma Future from the very beginning of Chapter 106?

After all, converted to human age, he was only about 13 years old. When faced with difficulties far exceeding his expectations, it was only natural for him to instinctively seek help from people he trusted.

This sudden, somewhat childish plea for help left the stoic Natsukawa Haruki completely stunned.

His eyes widened, his brain short-circuiting as if King Joe had kicked him hard. An incredulous question practically escaped his lips, his voice cracking at the end: "What?! You...you're asking me?!"

He never expected that his imposing and powerful giant of light partner, when faced with a desperate situation in their clash of strength, would first think of a solution... and ask him?!

This is truly an "Ultraman-level" bewildering scene that would make even Zero (the author) facepalm!

——On the ground——

Rose clearly heard the scene of Beta Impact Form struggling and Zeta's blurted plea for help.

Her lips, which had initially held only a slight interest, twitched slightly as she tried to laugh but also felt a little helpless.

I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw that Shota Hebikura next to me also had an expression of unbearable pain. He covered his face heavily with his hands, and his shoulders seemed to slump as if he had lost his composure.

The Phantom Demon Jugglus Juggler does indeed possess the ability to sense sounds inside Zeta's "Mystery House," a fact proven by future events.

At this moment, his mind was in turmoil: Has the Land of Light run out of talent? Why would they send such a young child to Earth to carry out a mission?

This scene is no less impressive than when he was raising a child (Red Kai) on Planet O50, Ganon!

Compared to this clueless little rascal, even his own stubborn and silly son, Yaohui, seemed exceptionally reliable.

Jugglus felt a wave of dizziness wash over him: he hadn't come to Earth to relive his parenting nightmares! The old scores from the O50 and Ganon era were already enough of a headache!

Fortunately, Natsukawa Haruki's nerves suddenly tightened under the pressure, and he had a flash of inspiration: "Let's also split into four bodies! Is that even possible?"

His voice trailed off as he spoke, and he realized that, in the common sense of earthlings, this idea probably sounded like a fantasy.

However, Zeta was only quiet for a short while before suddenly exclaiming with delighted surprise, as if she had just realized something: "Oh—! That's brilliant! This idea is amazing!"

He shouted excitedly, "Let's use that Gamma Future form that can transform at will! It'll definitely work! The superpowers of the Heisei Three Heroes can definitely do it!"

Hearing that the two young men's response was finally on the right track, the two "elders" on the ground breathed a sigh of relief, their hearts easing slightly, and a look of satisfaction appeared in their eyes.

When Ultraman Zeta switched to his Gamma Future form, his demeanor suddenly became calm and aloof.

He calmly snapped his fingers, and in an instant, the illusions of the three giants of light—Tiga, Dyna, and Gaia—condensed into a real form.

Three dazzling beams of light shot out, locking King Joe firmly in the attack net, forcing it to hastily disintegrate to escape.

Zeta seized the fleeting opportunity, quickly activating binding energy to immobilize him, and then immediately unleashed his new power.

A devastating "lightning strike" descended from the sky like divine punishment, striking the core of King's Bridge with pinpoint accuracy.

The robot, which had been so aggressive just moments before, didn't even have time to let out a final roar before it was reduced to a shower of flying parts and scrap metal in a dazzling explosion of electricity, completely ceasing to function.

After the battle ended, the Ultra Badges were taken away, and the Armory's mission came to a close.

On the way back, the intense battle was still fresh in Haruki's mind. As he walked, he couldn't help but think, "Since he's so powerful, why not use Gamma Future Form from the start next time?"

"Hey! What are you spacing out for!" Yoko patted him hard on the shoulder, and he snapped out of his daze.

Looking around, they noticed that a striking blonde figure was missing from the group.

"Huh? Where is the doctor?" Haruki scratched his head in confusion. He was thinking of properly thanking the other party for the crucial help earlier.

Yuka chimed in, "The professor is eyeing those scattered mechanical parts with envy. The commander just ordered the parts to be retrieved."

She pointed to Rose, who was squatting on the ground not far away, examining the wreckage of King Joe Bridge with great interest, and said, "Who knows, we might meet new special forces partners soon!"

The gifted girl blinked, her tone filled with the anticipation of a scientific researcher.

The armory staff have left, and the recovery of this area has been taken over by other personnel, and is proceeding in an orderly manner.

Rose, however, appeared calm and unhurried. She strolled leisurely to a secluded corner a little away from the main recycling area.

The area was relatively secluded, with piles of rubble beneath her feet. She paused slightly, her sharp eyes sweeping over a chaotic expanse of ruins—something seemed amiss there.

Several half-broken concrete blocks were irregularly stacked together, with wisps of smoke and dust faintly seeping through the gaps.

The only sounds were the faint noises of machinery operating in the distance, which made the strange noises coming from below the ruins all the more distinct.

As if startled, the sound stopped abruptly. The next moment, with a "crash," several pieces of gravel were suddenly pushed aside.

A claw covered in rough scales and with sharp claws suddenly burst out of the ground and fiercely gripped the cement block at the edge of the ruins.

Immediately afterwards, amidst a cloud of dust, the space pirate Barossa alien awkwardly poked out his head covered in a keratinous shell.

It looked around anxiously, its chest heaving violently, clearly feeling suffocated and still shaken from surviving the ordeal.

Barossa, piloting King Joe, intended to invade Earth and make a fortune, but instead crashed into the Giant of Light, suffering a brutal beating and his spaceship was completely blasted to smithereens. Barossa was both annoyed and heartbroken.

As it shook off the remaining rubble and dust clinging to its body, it mentally calculated: the situation seemed dire. However, with King Joe's parts scattered everywhere, if it could sneak over and secretly recover some core data or critical components…

However, the moment it raised its head, its movements froze completely—the cold muzzle of the gun, emitting a faint blue glow, was only a step away from its forehead.

The gleam from the gun barrel carried a destructive energy, causing the Barossa alien to instinctively gasp. "Eek—!"

Its nascent hope was instantly frozen.

Chapter 107 (3K) Armory Today's Meal

The Barossa alien, who had been so aggressive just moments before, now, under the threat of death, had its dangerous instincts instantly overridden its ferocity. Its two clawed arms were suddenly raised high above its head, even stiffly mimicking the standard "surrender" pose of a certain Earth nation's army—a sight that looked particularly bizarre and comical against the backdrop of ruins. Its eyes held a mixture of fear and uncertainty, and its entire body involuntarily shrank back, desperately trying to distance itself from the murderous aura emanating from the gun barrel. It forced out a broken, inhuman voice from its throat: "C-can we make peace? I was really just passing by, I didn't do anything..."

“Damn.” Rose’s lips curved into a faint smile, as if she had encountered something amusing. Deep within her icy blue eyes, however, lay a chilling, focused intensity, like a frozen polar sea. “Bang—” Her lips moved silently. The next second, this Barossa alien, who had planned to wreak havoc in the armory over the next few days, along with its unfinished arguments, was annihilated without a sound in the blue light emanating from Rose’s gun. The process was swift and clean; even the workers searching for parts in the ruins in the distance failed to notice what had happened in that instant.

"Ah~" With the dust settled, Rose let out a soft breath, her expression completely relaxed. "After working so hard for so long, it's time to treat myself, right?" She released the automatic pistol. The bean-shaped object, which had been dutifully hovering to the side, quickly rushed forward, its small mechanical arm extending and deftly retracting the pistol, accompanied by a soft sound of particles rearranging. A flashing emoticon immediately appeared on its display panel: (^▽^).

"Boss! I know a super awesome little stall nearby, their oden is amazing!" Huang Douqiu's voice was full of energy. As a high-level AI constantly immersed in the online world, it knew every nook and cranny of the city like the back of its hand. "Then lead the way." The blonde woman, having defeated the little troublemaker, smiled broadly. A stream of shimmering blue particles surged forth again, gently enveloping the person and the douqiu, instantly vanishing from their spot.

When they arrived at the stall highly recommended by Huang Douqiu, Rose's research lab coat was nowhere to be seen. Thanks to Huang Douqiu's built-in instant dress-up technology, she was now dressed in comfortable and understated casual clothes. Even so, it couldn't hide the unique brilliance of her radiant blonde hair and icy blue eyes. Sharing is natural when faced with delicious food. Huang Douqiu had just snapped a rather artistic photo of the steaming oden and uploaded it to social media when the notification sounds started ringing incessantly. Yuka immediately sent a string of exclamation marks: "Doctor!!! So cunning! He actually went to eat something delicious all by himself!" Immediately following was Yoko's excited message: "Wow! This soup looks so tempting, and the radish looks incredibly flavorful! Where is it? Where is it?" Even Haruki, who was on break from training, couldn't resist joining in the fun: "Oh my god! It's making my stomach rumble!" The result was predictable: all three of them received a communication from Captain Hebikura on their terminals at the same time: "Swiping on social media during work hours? All of you, write a self-criticism and hand it in!" The armory's operations room instantly erupted in a chorus of groans.

However, this little incident didn't dampen Dr. Rose's spirits. She was using a small skewer to pick up a piece of tender, perfectly cooked radish, brimming with broth. A gentle bite revealed the natural sweetness of the food and the rich flavor of the kelp broth, melting in her mouth. Beside her, the fried tofu, soaked in broth, was soft, tender, and piping hot. "Mmm," she murmured, her eyes crinkling with satisfaction. Of course, before leaving, the thoughtful doctor didn't forget the few guys groaning in the armory. She smiled and asked the owner to pack several servings of steaming hot, fragrant oden.

As she stepped into the operations room carrying several exquisitely decorated food boxes—"Wow! It smells so good!" "Long live the Doctor!!" "I knew the Doctor was the best!" The aroma of the food seemed to come alive, spreading throughout the operations room and sweeping away the gloomy atmosphere that had been intensified by the captain's order to write a self-criticism. The young team members surrounded the food boxes brought by Dr. Rose, their eyes sparkling. "Wow! It smells so good!" Yoko was the first to lift the lid of her own box, and the steam carrying the rich, sweet aroma of kelp and fish bones wafted out. The translucent white radish had soaked up the broth, while plump meatballs, tender shiitake mushrooms, golden fish tofu, and bamboo shoots wrapped in thick seaweed floated gently in the light brown soup. She eagerly poked a piece of radish with a skewer, "Ha—whoosh—hot! But so soft and flavorful!" Yuka didn't care about the heat anymore; she blew on it twice and bit off a small piece of tofu puff. The scalding broth burst out instantly, and she gasped, "Mmm! The tofu's pores are soaked with broth! The restaurant the professor chose is amazing!" "Oh my! I'm starving!" Haruki was the fastest, stuffing a whole skewer of food into his mouth, his cheeks puffed out as he chewed vigorously, his face radiating pure happiness. "These konjac noodles are super chewy too! Ah, and Arctic wing wings!" His satisfaction almost palpable.

Captain Jugglus Juggler also took his share. Unlike the young man, he didn't shout or yell; he simply picked up a skewer slowly and carefully selected the almost translucent radish chunks. The amazing softness and sweetness of the radish made his eyes light up almost imperceptibly. But he still didn't forget his duty: "Alright, stop eating so much, the self-criticism should be written before you leave work..." "Captain, it tastes better when it's hot!" Yoko quickly interrupted, eagerly pointing to the condiment dish beside her, "Add some seven-spice powder? This place's broth is even more flavorful with a little spice!" In a corner of the operations room, the atmosphere became unusually harmonious. Only the scratching of the pen on paper temporarily replaced the tapping of the keyboard—it was Haruki frantically writing while eating, trying to finish his self-criticism before the aroma of the food dissipated. He looked at the remaining delicious food in his bowl, then at the unfinished words under his pen, a complex expression of "pain and pleasure" on his face.

Mr. Ye Hu happened to be passing by with the repair list when the familiar, warm aroma whetted his appetite. "Oh? The professor brought back oden? It tastes really authentic." He chuckled as he watched the young people wolfing it down. "Eat slowly, be careful not to choke." "Mr. Ye Hu, here!" Rose smiled and handed him a small bowl containing two skewers of oden. "Try some? I specially packed a small portion for you." "Oh dear, I can't accept this..." Mr. Ye Hu said politely, but his hand honestly accepted the bowl. He tasted a piece of fried tofu, squinted his eyes, and said, "Hmm, just right! Indeed, good food tastes better when shared with everyone." As he spoke, he didn't forget to pat Yao Hui on the shoulder, who was still "struggling" to write his self-criticism. "Keep it up, kid."

Jugglus leaned against the counter, slowly taking a sip of soup. The piping hot, rich, and deeply sweet flavor, a blend of ingredients, instantly enveloped his taste buds—a true delight. He glanced at the bustling scene in the office: his team members eating contentedly, the good-natured young man diligently shoveling rice into his mouth while writing in the corner, the elders sharing with smiles, and the blond doctor who had brought this lively atmosphere. The smile on his lips seemed to deepen slightly. "Sigh," he sighed softly, feigning helplessness, and reiterated to Yuuka and Yoko, who were engrossed in making takoyaki, and Haruki, whose face was practically buried in his bowl. This time, however, his tone was less serious and more indulgent, "After you finish eating, you still have to write what you need to write. Don't think a bowl of oden will get you through this." His response was a tacit, mumbled reply from the group, followed by even louder slurping of the soup.

The steaming heat and rich aroma mingled in the operations room, forming an invisible barrier that temporarily isolated the tense battle outside. "Cough...cough cough cough!" Haruki suddenly coughed violently, his puffed-out cheeks resembling a hamster stuffed with nuts, clearly having burned his throat with the soup from eating too quickly. He frantically tried to put down his bowl to grab a water glass, nearly knocking over the food container on the table. "Haruki! Be careful!" Yuka quickly caught the edge of the food container, handing him a tissue with her other hand. "Honestly, no one's going to take it from you! Look how anxious you are." She shook her head helplessly, but a smile played on her lips. "Ouch...ouch! I burned myself..." Haruki took the tissue and wiped his face vigorously, mumbling his thanks, his face flushed red.

In the corner, Mr. Ye Hu sipped his soup, watching Yoko's happy expression and the captain's usual "I see everything but I'm too lazy to say anything" look, and couldn't help but chuckle. He squinted, enjoying this rare, relaxed moment filled with the warmth of everyday life, as if the simple yet flavorful oden in his bowl could soothe the fatigue of a long day's work. The bright light from the incandescent bulb pierced through the steam from the food, casting soft contours on everyone's faces.

Hebikura put down his half-empty bowl, tapping the table lightly with his fingertips. The soft sound was particularly clear in the gradually quieting operations room. His gaze swept over Yoko and Yuka, their cheeks flushed from eating, and then over Haruki, who finally had a moment to spare, head down, furiously writing, trying to finish the last few lines before the heat completely dissipated. "Hmm," he nodded slightly, his tone still calm with a hint of irony, but the subtle indulgence in his eyes seemed to have deepened. "Looks like you've almost finished eating? Remember, the apology letters—you need to see them lying obediently on my desk before I leave the office." He paused, picked up his bowl, blew on the remaining hot soup, and added, as if talking to himself, "Writing fast makes it cool down slowly."

Chapter 108 (4K) The neighbor, Jilong, said, "Brother, how come you also have the same AI?"

In the vast space of the maintenance team, the newly restored King Gu Qiao stood tall. Although it looked fierce, it was like a docile house cat, quietly flashing the light of its standby indicator.

Mr. Ye Hu and Dr. Rose stood at its feet, looking up at this steel creation that embodied alien technology.

Ye Hu had his hands in his work pants pockets, his brows furrowed slightly as usual, appearing both professional and carrying a hint of elder's worry.

"Dr. Rose, this thing, well, the technology is impressive, after all, it's alien. Look at its energy core circuit and that transmission system that deforms and disintegrates, it's completely different from the technology tree on Earth."

He pointed to the complicated pipe connections at Jin Guqiao's knee, "I'm thinking that relying solely on Yaohui and Yangzi's previous driving experience to figure it out, it will probably take them quite a while to get the hang of it."

Dr. Rose crossed her arms and leaned lazily against a support, her icy blue eyes sweeping over King Joe's massive frame, a signature faint smile playing on her lips: "Hmm, after all, he's an opponent who almost got the Warrior of Light down, it's normal for him to have a little temper."

"If we were to write it like an instruction manual for Earth, showing you how to turn it on, adjust the seat, and press the accelerator and brake, it would probably be a meter tall when printed out, and we'd also need a special terminology dictionary."

She tilted her head, her blonde hair slipping off her shoulder. "Mr. Ye Hu means we should make a custom-made 'User Guide Even a Fool Can Understand' for it? So that those two hot-blooded little guys won't break too many parts?"

"Pfft, it's not that exaggerated," Ye Hu was amused by her statement and chuckled. "I just wanted to see if I could extract the core points of a few key operation modules and use the most intuitive diagrams with simple explanations."