Am I the only one in this team who is not Ultraman?

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After all, the whole family knows that Galatron is responsible for handling all of Leo's tedious paperwork and handwritten reports; the plot probably can't keep up with her handwriting speed.

Just as Galatrom and the others found the key to breaking the deadlock and were preparing to take action, the ESCG team was also rushing over. However, no one realized that the script was not just a simple dream.

Because, in a place unnoticed by Galatrom and the others, or rather, in the very place where they were currently, the power of darkness had already quietly invaded, and what awaited them was a result that would greatly surprise them.

The more I wrote, the more blurred my consciousness became, but my body, like a tireless machine, continued to write the story at high speed. The sound of surging tides was gone from my ears; instead, there was a muffled gurgling sound, like a deep ocean current slowly flowing over the seabed.

The sound of the ocean current came from a very distant place, perhaps from behind a wall, perhaps from beneath the floor, or perhaps it swept in directly from his ocean of consciousness.

A dripping sound came from the ceiling, and the air pressed heavily on his skin, like a thick velvet cloth soaked in seawater. He even felt that the floor beneath his feet had softened slightly, as if he were deep in the softest trench in the deepest part of the ocean.

What reached my nose was not the damp saltiness of seawater, but a colder, more sinister scent, carrying the smell of deep-sea silt and decaying organisms. This scent permeated the air, soaking into every inch of space, making every breath sticky and moist.

Breathing was difficult. No, after all, did he even need to breathe? A fleeting thought crossed the man's mind, but it vanished quickly like a drop of water thrown into the ocean, and his eyes returned to their previous emptiness and coldness.

In this boundless, damp darkness, he gripped the pen, which had become slippery and cold like a soft tentacle, and wrote. The sound of the pen tip moving was fragmented and rapid, like a trapped insect struggling, which was then easily swallowed up by the grand, omnipresent sound of the ocean waves.

The pen tip rises and falls, like the beating of a lonely heart, or like a rhythmic sound from the deep sea. This screenwriter, who also participated in the writing of the Ultraman Tiga script, has now completely fallen into a state of numbness and loneliness.

He couldn't tell whether the words he wrote came from his mind or flowed into the world on their own from the pervasive dampness, from the voice of that dark sea, through his fingers.

The red eyes floated behind the man, and a voice from the deep sea echoed in his ears, whispering to him how to continue writing the story.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield in the Meta Realm, Dark Zetton and Dark Zetton are experiencing the excellent matchmaking mechanism of the local region on Earth. Dark Zetton is very strong, but it can only admit defeat when it encounters Desfaza.

Having spent so much time with Zetton, Desfasa's computer had already conducted data analysis on Zetton. Dark Zetton's teleportation speed was no match for Oja and the others, and Desfasa was able to catch up with every teleportation landing point. In close combat, it was no match for Desfasa either.

Light absorption is indeed a problem, but we can't absorb the Zelda missiles, can we? There are plenty of these. By the way, Munakata is in charge of piloting today, and his combat skills are also quite high.

As for Dark Ragnarok? That made Raymond, who had been beaten up so many times, cry tears of joy. There was actually such an easy category to deal with in the category of Evolved Ragnarok. Its melee level was average, its Super Temperature Difference Ray had a cooldown longer than its lifespan, and it was weak and fragile.

Even Gomora was clearly more excited than before. If this Dark Evolution Lagras could match the level of the previous Mechanical Evolution Lagras, she could talk to Raymond tomorrow about moving to another planet. This Earth was no place for humans.

But to be honest, after so many battles, Gomora could clearly feel that he and Raymond's strength was indeed rapidly increasing. They had already figured out some key points about how to fight multiple opponents at once and how to deal with ranged opponents that they were not good at.

All I can say is that the Reonics truly deserve the title of "the race most skilled in combat in the universe." Raymond's growth rate is worthy of Leo's expectations and... well, care?

Dark Evolution Lagras opened its mouth and spat out a super-temperature beam, but Gomora leaped up and did a somersault to dodge the attack. Gomora then lashed out with its tail on Dark Evolution Lagras's head, knocking it to the ground. The super-vibration wave attached to the claws on its hands pierced directly through Dark Evolution Lagras's chest.

"Gomora, don't kill it!" Raymond shouted to stop it, and Gomora was able to prevent the super vibration wave from being directly injected into the body of Darkness. Gomora immediately understood what Raymond wanted to do.

After being hit a few times, Dark Jinra lost its fighting ability and collapsed to the ground, howling and begging for mercy. Raymond breathed a sigh of relief. Although this Dark Jinra was much weaker than the one that had hit him before, it was still a decent fighter.

Currently, he only has Gomora, which is a bit of a stretch, but if he could evolve Lagras... Raymond felt that the future would be much brighter.

Leo: Oh right, right, the good days are finally here.

Chapter 437 An Unapproved Ending

Few people know that Modius and Ultraman Max once fought. Although Max himself had only vague memories of that battle, feeling it was just a mysterious dream, Modius learned a great deal from it.

The reason she failed that time was ultimately due to a lack of experience. Modius made many mistakes. She used the brief overlap between the two worlds to switch the identities of Kaito Toma and the scriptwriter Hasunuma in the dream world.

Unexpectedly, Kaito Toma reacted so quickly, using his identity as a scriptwriter to write a script in which Max defeats Modius, causing the plan to fail.

But it doesn't matter. That time was just a test to see if the plan was feasible. This time, Modius fully summarized the lessons learned, made thorough preparations, and arranged for two screenwriters to come up with a script.

Masayuki Mita, from both worlds, simultaneously wrote the script. After writing numerous drafts, he finally produced a finished script that could pull Leo into the dream world, thus laying the foundation for the entire script.

Moreover, this time editor Mita even used a handwritten script. The two of them were at double speed. Not to mention that the dream world created based on Mita Masayuki's ideas and dreams could only be realized on the script with his handwriting.

This avoids the possibility of the same script being edited as Max's. Even if someone discovers the trick, they can only continue writing according to the script, which would then be a pure contest of writing speed.

Everything was supposed to be going smoothly, Modiwus thought, but one glance made him instantly lose his composure. "What's going on!?"

Suddenly, Masayuki Mita stopped writing, his whole body frozen, like a stopped clock, while the previously blank script in front of him was being filled with words at an unbelievable speed.

There was no need to write anything more in a script that was already full, which was why Masayuki Mita suddenly stopped. He was a puppet controlled by a dream, constantly writing scripts, but now there was a bug in the dream: someone was stealing his job.

"What's going on? Who can write this so fast?" Modius looked at the script in his hand in disbelief, turned the head of Masayuki Mita from World 1 to face him, and shared vision with Masayuki Mita from World 0 through those eyes.

Then Modius couldn't help but want to swear, "Is this even allowed?"

In fact, not only Modius, but also Renlong, Zetton and Ereshkigal were dumbfounded. They saw Galatron sitting at the table, holding eight pens in both hands, rapidly writing down a large amount of text at a speed that would make a printer weep.

The eight pens, though placed close together, each wrote its own words without interfering with the others. Not only did they combine to form a series of fluent sentences, but even the handwriting was exactly the same as that of editor Masayuki Mita.

"My goodness... I was just saying that Leo usually handles so many handwritten manuscripts and documents like this. This speed is like an eight-core overclock." Magabassa was truly amazed, having never seen anything like this before, but Galatron didn't listen at all.

From the moment she sat down in that position, she understood the reason for everything. The editor wrote the script, and only an editor could write a script. But as she imitated Masahiro Mita's handwriting, she took over the identity of Masahiro Mita, the screenwriter of this world.

Currently, the two editors are vying for the right to make decisions about the show. Whoever finishes their script first will gain the upper hand. However, Modius's ability is truly terrifying; even Galatrom, a biological weapon, feels sleepy.

This was a treacherous trick by Modius to try and trap Galatrom in a dream, interrupting her guidance of the plot. Fortunately, the red steel in Galatrom's core helped her fight against this mental erosion, and the script that followed was written in greater detail by her.

Chaostalo's rampage was incredibly powerful, and the Goldler aliens alone were no match for him. However, Leo soon realized that Chaostalo would eventually self-destruct due to losing control of his energy during such a rampage.

Ultimately, machines also have a limited lifespan, and even Chaostalo cannot escape this law, especially in this situation of time-space chaos, where the violent energy is relentlessly damaging his mechanical body.

Realizing this, Leo decided to engage in a protracted war of attrition. Chaostalo's unrestrained release of his power only accelerated the destruction, but he was oblivious to this, only thinking about completely annihilating the enemy before him.

However, as an existence personally recognized by Renlong, the guardian beast of Earth, Leo can replenish his energy and life force as long as he is on Earth, even in the dream world. In fact, because he is at the junction of the two Earth worlds, he can receive twice the replenishment as before.

Under these circumstances, Chaostalo was completely unable to defeat Leo, and his body began to gradually disintegrate...

Galatron is faster than a printer; it can even perfectly mimic someone's handwriting and writing style with just a glance.

In the dream world, Leo noticed many anomalies. Although Chaostalo's energy was very strong and his injuries could be repaired by the Chaos virus, his body, made of Salome metal, could not withstand the burden of this energy.

Chaostalo's rampage was not without cost; it was more like an out-of-control overload, meaning he would soon be destroyed by his own energy overflow.

"Self-destruction..." Leo's eyes turned cold. He didn't know why, but he suddenly felt sorry for Chaostalo. A strange feeling welled up in his heart.

Leo is not a saint. He is always decisive and ruthless towards his enemies. He certainly has compassion, but he certainly doesn't for his enemies... It's just that he suddenly had a feeling.

When Leo first watched Ultraman Seven, he had a question in his mind: Seven's human form, Dan Moroboshi, said that the so-called "blood-vomiting marathon" was hard for him to understand when he was still a child.

Even after joining TPC and understanding the concept, it doesn't mean he agrees with this statement, because what Earthlings want is survival, and it's not wrong to develop the power to protect themselves in order to survive.

However... when faced with the Chaos virus, Leo had to admit that strength alone was not enough; there are things in this world that cannot be accomplished by strength alone.

Chaosphia were easy to deal with at first, but they gradually grew stronger, as did humanity. Humans created weapons, Chaosphia created even stronger weapons, and then humanity created even more powerful weapons...

The two sides continue in this cycle until one of them collapses, or they are destroyed together by their combined power reaching its limit, like a marathon that leaves one spitting blood...

Leo abandoned his attack and focused solely on defense. With the addition of MK's Spark Doll, he continuously withstood Chaostalo's attacks. Relying on the powerful defense provided by the combined strength of the two Spark Dolls, he was barely able to withstand Chaostalo's relentless assault.

Seemingly to prove his strength, or simply to beat Leo, who had once humiliated him, to the point where he could no longer stand, Chaostalo did not use any attacks other than punches and kicks.

After a long while of relentless attacks, Leo raised his hand to block Chaostalo's fist. This time, Leo only took a few steps back and was not even injured. He suddenly felt his energy being restored, but it was not from Ultimate Darkness.

Chaostalo stared in astonishment at his fist. He hadn't expected Leo to be able to block his berserk punch. But the next moment, purple cracks appeared on his right palm, which then spread to his arm, and a huge amount of energy surged out from them.

The cracks gradually extended from Chaostalo's arm to his arm, and then seemed to spread throughout his entire body. Chaostalo, who had lost all sensation in his berserk state, did not notice anything unusual about his body, which was the reason for his defeat.

Ultimately, Chaostalus self-destructed under its own immense energy; it was the first to collapse during this marathon of self-destruction.

Galatrom wrote this as if to put a period to the script, but she eventually found that she could not add that period. The script did not approve of the ending she had written, and new words were still emerging.

But the matter is far from over. Chaostalo was merely cannon fodder sent to wear down Leo. Now, Modius has decided to employ another tactic of his own...

Chapter 438 The Mysterious Helper

The script naturally did not approve of this ending. Although Galatrom wrote quickly, she had not fully read through the previous parts, so she did not know why the script existed, nor did she understand the meaning of the script itself or the content it wanted to convey.

Imagine a screenwriter who doesn't even understand what their script is trying to convey—how can they possibly write a satisfying script?

Modius breathed a sigh of relief. The plot written by Galatron was not recognized by the script itself because it was not reasonable enough, and therefore could not bring a satisfactory ending to the story. The ones responsible for giving the evaluation were naturally the two screenwriters, Masayuki Mita.

Not to mention, although Galatrom writes very quickly, the actual progress of the plot also takes time. No matter how fast she writes, the characters in the script still have to follow the framework set by the script step by step.

However, due to Galatrom's intervention and the addition of many new settings, given her abilities, she will soon find a solution to all of this. Therefore, there is no other way but to take things to an even more extreme level now.

Thinking of this, Modius's gaze pierced through time and space, landing on Chaosjak, who was trapped in Meta Realm and fighting Asgaron. He couldn't help but cover his face; this was too embarrassing.

It was less of a battle and more of a one-sided beating. Chaosjak couldn't gain any advantage over Asgaron at all. As the TPC's recognized strongest artificial weapon, Asgaron possessed the technology of several civilizations.

Even if Ultraman Jack himself were in his best condition, standing here with the Ultra Bracelet, he could only manage a 30/70 split against Asgaron, with Asgaron likely still winning 70%.

Chaos Jack is stronger than Jack, but without an item like the Ultra Bracelet, the replica he has can't even break through Asgaron's defenses, let alone in terms of raw power.

Haruki had originally planned to transform, since Chaos Jack was incredibly powerful just by looking at his aura, but... he could only say that he had underestimated Asgaron's power. Even if it was an AI that was fighting for him, it was still a formidable opponent.

Compared to Destrudos, who once nearly killed him in his memory, Asgaron was far superior in strength, speed, defense, and mobility. Not to mention his firepower; the new Max Cannon was simply too authoritative.

Chaos Jack used Specium, while Asgaron took out the Texas Beam Enhanced Version, which almost killed him. A Zelda Missile hit Chaos Jack and shattered the replica Ultra Bracelet on his hand.

In the end, there was no need to use the new Max Cannon. The Ultra Temperature Difference Ray took him away in one go. Haruki subconsciously touched the Ultra Medal Box on his waist. It seemed that... he didn't need to transform anymore.

As Haruki was thinking this, a vortex suddenly appeared in the sky above Meta Domain. Before he could react, a beam of light shot out from where Chaos Jack had exploded and went straight into the vortex.

The moment the vortex appeared, Ereshkigal was the first to notice something was wrong, followed by Dimaga and Zetton. But this was only for a moment, as the location was still within Meta Domain; otherwise, they would have simply rushed through.

As everyone noticed, new text appeared on the script in front of Galatrom.

Suddenly, a vortex like an abyss appeared in the sky, and a strange sense of oppression and unease grew in Leo's heart. Several beams of light emerged from the vortex, intertwined, and although they were beautiful and holy lights, they were filled with a dark and negative aura.

These lights intertwined tightly, like a spiral of life, yet gradually generated destructive power, merging with the already destroyed Chaostalo. Purple flames suddenly erupted, and a terrifying demon was born from them.

As the figure gradually emerged from the purple flames before him, Leo's eyelids twitched involuntarily. He could clearly sense the strange aura emanating from this place. Although he had long known that the Chaos Virus's abilities were shameless, this was still too overpowered.

The aura, the intensity—watching the purple flames being completely absorbed into the opponent's body, Chaostalo was still standing in place, but... the difference in their auras was like heaven and earth.

"I never imagined that the first time I'd ever witnessed Super Taro would be under such circumstances."

Leo's tone was relaxed, but his face was so serious it could drip water. He said it was impossible for there to be only one Chaos Taro, but he never dreamed that Modius would actually gather all six Chaos Ultra Brothers together.

Even if Chaos Super Taro is definitely not as strong as the real Super Taro due to insufficient data, his aura is already enough to overpower the Dark Emperor, and of course, he can also overpower the current Leo.

The moment Galatron saw Super Taro appear on the script, she paused in her actions. She suddenly realized that she hadn't fully grasped the key points of the script; it was a script for an Ultraman movie.

As a superhero tokusatsu series, the final winner must be a hero, but Leo is currently a monster. This makes the result written by Galatron unacceptable, because it is not Ultraman who will end everything!

Modius found a loophole: Chaos Taro wasn't a true hero, but he had the image of Ultraman, which was at least closer to the truth than Leo.

Even the unique nature of the dream world itself allowed the Chaos Virus that had once been attached to Ultraman Chaos to gather together, achieving something that was originally impossible: Chaos Ultraman.

"How cunning..." Galatron clenched her fists and quickly flipped through the entire script to see if there was any way to break the deadlock. As for Leo, she could only pray that he could hold on.

With a loud bang, the sudden explosion and the shaking of the windows instantly woke Masayuki Yuda from his sleep in World One. He slapped his face in disbelief and looked around. The familiar layout... it was exactly the same as his old office.

"Where exactly is this place..." Masayuki Yuda suddenly heard something and ran out of the window to look. He saw Chaos Chaotai and Leo transformed into the Godler alien staring at each other in the city not far away. He was speechless. What was going on? Was he dreaming?

“That’s right, you are indeed dreaming. This is a world formed by the dreams of the three of you.”

The sudden sound made Masayuki Mita look around, but he didn't see anyone. "Who's speaking?"

“I’m just someone who has made a terrible mistake, and now I just want to do what I can… Mr. Mita, please finish your script as soon as possible, only you can end all of this now.”

"My script?" Masayuki Mita stared incredulously at the script on the table. The writing had stopped because no one was writing anymore. He immediately understood what was going on when he reached the part about "Chaostello and the Godler aliens confronting each other."

"My script... has become a reality!?"

"All your fond memories and expectations of the past have been exploited by Him. Now, only you can change all of this, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, the voice disappeared, leaving Masayuki Mita alone in the room.

Although he didn't know what had happened, he was perfectly aware of what he should do at that moment. He picked up the script and began to read it, becoming more and more alarmed as he read.

This kind of script, this kind of story, is not what he wanted at all. This script was constructed with the aim of quickly ending the plot and putting an end to everything. It is not what he wanted at all!

Chaostalo and the Goldler aliens remained locked in a standoff, neither taking any action, as if on guard against something. Masayuki Mida understood this was because the script had stopped being written; this world revolved around the script.

"I understand... I'll write the plot, I'll keep them going!"

Masayuki Mita stared intently at the Godler alien, his hands trembling. Although it wasn't Ultraman Tiga, after so many years, he could finally write an Ultraman story again!

Chapter 439 The Real Mastermind

Masahiro Mita, the screenwriter from World No. 1, still remembers that he was already thirty years old at the time, but he still argued fiercely with everyone because the drama they were going to film was too important to the entire company.

No, it wasn't just important to the company as a whole; it was a very important project for them as well. Masamichi Mida was born in 1966, and not long after his birth, the first Ultraman was introduced.

Masayuki Mida sometimes feels that there must be some special connection between him and Ultraman. He has loved Ultraman since he was a very young age, especially the original Ultraman, which is one of the reasons why he chose to join Tsuburaya Productions.

Unfortunately, the Ultraman series had already ended by then, and Tsuburaya Productions did not continue filming. It wasn't until later, when Kazuo Tsuburaya became the new president and was determined to restart the Ultraman series, that Masayuki Mita was chosen as one of the screenwriters.