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

During a break in the performance, Yuka could no longer hold back.

Like a nimble kitten, she silently moved to the side of Captain Hebikura, who was hiding under the shade of a tree on a plastic chair by the field, dozing off and enjoying a "sunbath," her tone full of probing:

“Nienie~ Captain~ Sevenger... Is he about to... retire?” Her scientific research instincts detected a strange omen in this extremely unusual “cuteness mission”.

Hebikura's half-closed eyelids parted slightly, and his sharp gaze unexpectedly swept over Yuuka. He made no attempt to hide anything: "Oh? Good intuition. The higher-ups have decided; Project Unit 4 is officially launched. As for Sevenger..."

He looked up at the dazzling steel giant in the sunlight. "The model is too old and can't keep up with the new demands. It's a good thing to let it contribute a little before it retires peacefully in a museum and leaves some good memories for the children."

Yuka silently hummed in agreement, nodding with mixed feelings, but this huge news was clearly not something she could keep to herself.

During her lunch break, she poured out the news, along with her complicated feelings, to Yoko and Haruki, who had just put down the loudspeaker.

“…Sevengar…is retiring…” Yoko stood beside Sevengar’s massive feet, her fingertips unconsciously brushing against the cute little star pattern that had just been sprayed onto the metal ankle.

This bulky yet incredibly reliable metal companion helped her earn the title of "Arsenal Ace" and was her first true comrade-in-arms.

Even though it was clumsy in its movements and outdated in its weaponry, it never disappointed her in countless life-or-death missions.

"I...I'm so reluctant to part with it..." Yaohui's voice was thick with nasal tone. He sniffed hard, trying to suppress the sob in his throat.

The blurry scene before his eyes seemed to take him back to that gloomy, rainy day when he was still a green recruit whose legs trembled with fear at the sight of a ferocious monster.

It was in this round cockpit, through the narrow window, that I first gripped the cold control stick until it was burning hot, and for the first time faced that terrifying shadow that blotted out the sky.

Sevenger's less-than-graceful dodging movements and clumsy yet solid punches became the initial source of his courage.

Even with the later arrival of the swift Wyndam and the powerful King Joe, seeing Sevenger's sturdy figure quietly parked in the garage still evokes a sense of "home," a mark of the starting point where he stumbled and fell his way.

But they are soldiers, bearing the responsibility of protection, and can only understand and obey the decisions of their superiors.

The three stood silently around Sevenger's enormous feet. The children's laughter in the square seemed to be muffled and distant, as if seen through a layer of frosted glass.

Only the occasional low hum from the Sevenger's vents, like a slow and heavy farewell song, echoed silently in the hearts of the three, drawing out a long sense of melancholy under the warm sun.

Finally, Yoko broke the silence. She took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing her sadness: "Alright! Time for sadness over! The afternoon performance is about to begin!"

She patted Sevenger's ankle, as if encouraging it, and also as if encouraging herself, "Cheer up! Let Sevenger's farewell tour be the brightest memory! Let the children's smiles be the most dazzling medal in its retirement!"

"Oh my god!!!" Haruki immediately straightened up and responded loudly, as if he had been injected with a stimulant.

Despite their deep reluctance, on this final "stage," they must transform their reluctance and gratitude into the driving force to give their all, and draw the most brilliant conclusion for this clumsy, loyal old friend!

Sevenger's round electronic eyes seemed to have sensed something, flashing extremely briefly in the sunlight, as if to say: No problem! Watch my performance!

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However, fate seemed reluctant to grant more time for a warm farewell. This carefully crafted, tender atmosphere, tinged with a touch of melancholy, ultimately did not last until the end of the afternoon performance.

Just as the performance was reaching another climax, an unexpected event tore the sky apart without warning!

Not far behind the performance venue, a spatial vortex, swirling with a strange and unsettling pale golden light, suddenly expanded and took shape, like a crack smashed open by a giant hammer!

Shota Hebikura sprang up abruptly from his plastic camping chair, his face, which always carried a lazy or playful expression, instantly turning icy cold.

In his long memory, the only ones who could cross the cosmic barrier so "arrogantly" were the "light rescue dogs" who roamed the universe with their own justice background music, and the walking golden calamities who gave even the cosmic police a huge headache!

How could this be?! What kind of cosmic accident-prone area is this tiny Earth?! First Gilbaris, then Greiza, and now even this kind of thing has arrived?!

Hebikura's voice boomed through a special communicator to all armory members, instantly drowning out the noise at the scene: "Attention all personnel—!!! Highest level alert!!!"

The square instantly descended into panic and chaos. The cries of children and the terrified screams of the crowd, like a flood bursting its banks, instantly replaced the previous laughter and novelty.

The atmosphere, which was originally like a paradise, was turned upside down by this unexpected "uninvited guest"!

Ace pilot Yoko immediately switched the Sevenger's control system to "silent standby," took a deep look at her clumsy old friend, and then turned and rushed into the center of the chaotic crowd.

Yaohui used his super-loud megaphone to guide the panicked people to evacuate in an orderly manner. Yuka hugged her precious tablet, her face pale but unusually calm, her fingers flying across the screen as if she were issuing commands in the eye of a storm.

In the torrent of people who began to retreat rapidly, yet still occasionally looked back in fear.

Yoko, who was waiting for King Gyo's arrival, Haruki, who had just returned, and Captain Hebikura, who was wearing combat headsets and had eyes as sharp as an eagle, stood side by side on the front line closest to the golden vortex.

They looked up, their faces grave as they stared intently at the golden vortex that had expanded to several tens of meters in size.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, a figure clad in golden armor, exuding supreme majesty, slowly emerged from the vortex, revealing its complete outline...

The moment Jugglus Juggler saw the figure clearly, his expression changed drastically. At the same moment, Ultraman Zeta, inside Haruki's body, also let out an incredulous exclamation:

"That's...!!"

"The Absolutians?!"

An unbelievable thought exploded in both Jugglus Juggler's and Zeta's minds at the same time—weren't they in a distant land, engaged in a so-called absolute holy war with the Land of Light and Leo Shiu and his allies?!

How did it end up on Earth, which is located in almost a remote corner of the universe?!

The dazzling golden figure hovered in mid-air, its indifferent gaze slowly sweeping over the humans below, who were as insignificant as ants yet ready for battle.

And the Sevenger, the special forces aircraft, which was forcibly stopped after immersing itself in a "cute" performance, looking particularly glaring and out of place.

At this moment, the blueprints for the new mech "Unit 4" are still being scrutinized in Dr. Rose's terminal, and the "safety insurance" meticulously designed by the genius mechanic has not yet been activated.

And a "golden enemy" from the distant reaches of space, powerful enough to shake the very fabric of the universe, has already set foot on this calamistic land...

The "overture" to the new stage seems to be sliding towards an unexpected beginning, filled with battles and heavy shadows.

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"This is Earth... The scenery on this planet... is indeed beautiful."

Absolut Tartarus looked down at the city and natural scenery below and couldn't help but sigh.

Hearing the other person praise Earth, and seeing their resemblance to Ultraman, Haruki, already seated in Windom's cockpit, couldn't help but wonder:

"Zetasan, do you know him? He looks like a nice guy, but he's got some impressive muscles!"

"Don't judge a book by its cover, Yaohui! At the very least, he's not on our side!"

Ultraman Zeta's thoughts immediately echoed in his mind, filled with a strong sense of urgency: "This guy is no ordinary being! His power is more terrifying than any enemy we've ever encountered on this earth!"

"Oh my god...!" Haruki felt a chill run down his spine, gripped the Zeta Riser tightly, and involuntarily tensed up, entering a state of high alert.

The telepathic conversation between the two remained unknown to anyone, and the golden giant who had descended upon Earth was also somewhat puzzled at this moment.

His main purpose for this trip was to use his spatial abilities (Nalak) to precisely take away the infamous player of the "self-destruction game"—Cerebro, and the terrifying new weapons it catalyzed on Earth, adding a powerful bargaining chip to the Kingdom of Absolut's war against the Kingdom of Light.

However, at this moment, no matter how he searched and sensed, Cerebro's aura, along with the expected presence of the weapon, had vanished without a trace.

“That shouldn’t be the case…” A hint of confusion flashed in Tartarus’s eyes. “Could it be that my timing was off?” But now that he had already set foot here, leaving empty-handed was not his style.

Besides... "Hmph... those Ultra Warriors always have a special fondness for this planet."

Tartarus pondered, his gaze falling on the city below. "If something big happens here, it will surely be able to effectively restrain their forces on the main battlefield, creating a favorable opportunity for our race."

"I've heard that whenever anyone tries to destroy humanity on this planet, the Ultra race will surely appear." Tartarus's voice echoed through the sky, carrying a hint of mocking certainty.

He gracefully raised his hand, and the golden spatial fluctuations behind him distorted, summoning a figure that was entirely black and exuded an ominous aura—Ultra Killer!

"Huh?! A guy who's obviously a villain has appeared!" Haruki thought to himself. What made his scalp tingle even more was that the Ultra Killer that had just appeared immediately summoned several other equally dark and ferocious-looking Dark Ultra Warriors.

"Whoa! How come there are a few more villainous faces now?!"

His stand-up comedy couldn't ease the tense atmosphere. "Don't just stand there, Haruki! Quickly get ready to fight with Yoko in King Gorky and Undym!"

Jugglus Juggler himself got into Sevenger's cockpit. He had completely lost his composure when he saw those dark Ultramen. It seemed that things wouldn't end well today.

"Oh!" "Understood!"

From his vantage point high above, Tartarus paid no attention to the humans on the ground or the steel giants they controlled.

He maintained his composure, as if in complete control, and continued to proclaim his plan: "In order to eliminate as many of the detestable Ultra race as possible, the humans on this planet will become the necessary bait."

He waved his hand casually, as if indicating the start of a game: "Well then, the stage is now yours to play freely!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden figure disappeared into the spatial vortex behind him, vanishing without a trace.

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Wow! They're so strong!

Lacking effective output opportunities, King G. Joe's prized Pedanium particle cannon and Undam's powerful beams were unable to be safely charged and locked for launch.

The three special space machines could only rely on their sturdy armor and limited physical strength to struggle against the Dark Ultra Legion, occasionally seizing an opportunity to fire a few conventional shells, which were almost like scratching an itch through the opponent's extraordinary defenses.

However, the special mission machine's power is limited. "Warning! Energy reserves are rapidly decreasing!" "Backup power is about to run out!" The cold mechanical alarms rang out one after another in the cockpits of the three mechs.

The first to be affected were Sevenger and Windom, which were already extremely energy-intensive. Their colored warning lights were flashing wildly, and the system report indicated that they were about to enter forced hibernation.

King Gyu-chiao, the most energetic of them all, had to step forward and shield his two teammates. "Captain! Haruki! I'll hold them off here! Go change the spare battery!" Yoko shouted over the comms.

But with just King Joe's special air unit, before Windom and Sevenger could recharge their energy and return to the battlefield, he had to fight against several Dark Ultra Warriors who hadn't even really exerted their strength yet, and who were already being outmaneuvered by them with just their physical skills.

This is almost like a mantis trying to stop a chariot; it's extremely dangerous!

"Haruki! The situation is urgent, let's go!" Zeta's voice rang in Haruki's mind. "Oh!" Haruki responded without hesitation.

Chapter 141 Oh my god, it's Ultraman Jugglus Juggler!

"Haruki! The situation is urgent, let's go!" Zeta's voice rang in Haruki's mind. "Okay!" Haruki responded without hesitation.

A dazzling light burst forth, and Ultraman Zeta—the guardian of this planet—stood before the crumbling special forces!

Zeta's appearance instantly drew all of Ultra Killer's attention.

"Oh? Appearing to protect insignificant humans... The eternal virtue of Ultra Warriors." Ultra Killer let out a low, ambiguous hum, a wicked idea forming in his mind.

“Ultraman Zeta, since you cherish this land and the people on it so much…” He raised his hand and pointed at Zeta, and a distorted spatial tunnel unfolded not far from King Joe.

"Then your opponent should be changed to...it would make more sense!" With Ultra Killer's chilling words, a huge but rather bizarre-looking cosmic monster staggered out of the black hole.

The moment it set foot on solid earth, the monster abruptly stopped in its tracks. It stood there blankly, looking extremely pained and completely unable to adapt.

When that wrinkled, cracked skin, like parched earth, was exposed to the earth's air, it seemed to be instantly subjected to intense stimulation. It convulsed violently in extreme discomfort, emitting a painful hiss from deep within its throat.

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"This is……?"

Faced with the sudden appearance of the strange monster, Ultraman Zeta's eyes narrowed. Despite not knowing the details of the opponent, he immediately adopted a steady defensive stance using the Cosmic Fist technique, and was on full alert.

"Listen up, Ultraman Zeta." The Ultra Killer's voice, tinged with amusement, came clearly. He even reached out and lightly patted the stunned Jamila as if displaying an object.

"This monster was once a human!"

"Nani?!"

Yoko in the cockpit gasped sharply, while Haruki within Zeta let out a clear, incredulous gasp. The news struck them like a hammer blow.

Ultra Killer seemed to thoroughly enjoy his opponent's reaction, his deep laughter tinged with obvious smugness: "Haha~ That's right! This is what humanity, lost in the vast universe, ultimately becomes in its monster form! Now, you—can you bring yourself to defeat it?"

“This monster…is…human…” Ultra Killer’s words pierced Haruki’s will like a cold steel needle.

The intense inner struggle caused his fingers, which were gripping the Amplifier so tightly they turned white, to affect Zeta's movements. His original plan to cooperate with King Joe to resist the Dark Warrior's attacks immediately became flawed and sluggish.

"Cheer up, Haruki!" Zeta's anxious voice echoed in Haruki's mind.

He could sense his partner's anguish and struggle, but the situation left no room for hesitation: "Protecting more life on Earth is the choice we must make right now!"

"Zeta-sama! Watch out!"

Yoko keenly caught Zeta's momentary lapse in concentration, and almost at the same time Zeta revealed a weakness, she pushed the control stick without hesitation.

King Gyo's massive steel body suddenly exerted its strength, charging forward and forcefully blocking Zeta's side—where an energy beam shot from the Dark Warrior's hand was hurtling towards them!

"Boom—!" After the blinding light and the deafening clang of metal, Jin Guqiao was slammed to the ground by the enormous impact, leaving a trail of sparks as he scraped across the surface.

Inside the cockpit, Yoko was thrown against her seat by the violent jolt, letting out a muffled groan. Meanwhile, the signature electronic voice of the King Gorky control core calmly announced: [Warning: Pedanium particle channel integrity damaged, energy dissipation rate increased by 15%, current overall damage assessment of the machine is 40%.]

"Tsk!" Shota Hebikura, who had been observing the battlefield from inside the Sevenger cockpit while waiting for the spare battery to arrive, frowned deeply.

Watching his important team members fall into danger one by one—Yoko risking injury to protect Zeta, Zeta's condition declining due to Haruki's wavering—continuing to play the role of this law-abiding "good captain" would be tantamount to watching disaster unfold.

Unable to suppress his inner turmoil any longer, he suddenly reached into his robes with his right hand and roughly pulled out the dark ring that was already shimmering with a restless purple light due to the turmoil of his emotions.

"It's really unbearable to watch..." Jugglus's deep voice carried the cold hissing quality unique to snakes, "Let me stretch my muscles a bit!"

Holding the ring high before his chest, he roared, "Jetton-san! Ponton-san! Lend me your power!"

[Super Combination! Geppetto!!]

Don't ask him why he didn't use the Five Emperors; he heard that using Zetton to fight Ultraman is surprisingly effective.

The effect was immediate; as soon as Geppetto appeared, he demonstrated a powerful ability to divide and control the battlefield.