"How... how is that possible!?" Leiman stared at the Jaeger's severed arm, frozen in shock.
Countless thoughts exploded in his mind.
What the hell was that man standing on the catwalk!?
Did I walk onto the wrong set or something?
Isn't this world supposed to be a sci-fi film about Jaegers and Kaiju?
Why are there superpowers now!?
Is this even right?
And... why does that white disc look so familiar?
Holy shit!
Eight-Point Light Wheel!
That's an Ultraman technique!
Why am I getting hit with an Eight-Point Light Wheel while on a mission in the Pacific Rim world!?
What kind of insane matchmaking is this!?
And... which Ultraman's human form can hand-craft an Eight-Point Light Wheel!?
Is this guy in his true form!?
"You... are you an Ultraman!?" Cold sweat beaded on Leiman's forehead as he shouted from the cockpit at the man in the green floral shirt.
Simultaneously, he prayed internally—please no... please no...
Then he watched the man slowly nod.
Leiman: "..."
He suddenly released the controls, collapsing onto the cockpit floor.
It's over.
All over.
What's the point of fighting now?
All his plans, all his efforts—nothing before absolute power.
This guy could tear apart Jaegers without transforming. What would happen if he did transform?
Leiman knew about Ultraman. Though not deeply familiar, he knew that wasn't something he could challenge.
Putting an Ultraman in the Pacific Rim world?
Well... whoever did this, no idea who.
But you're this. (Thumbs up.)
Leiman's mentality shattered.
Completely shattered. Nothing left.
"Heh... hehehehe hahahaha..." Leiman sat slumped, mocking his earlier confidence, mocking the system's ridiculous matchmaking mechanism.
Was caution useful?
Were meticulous plans useful?
Useful, but before absolute power, they were jokes.
The opponent didn't need super intelligence—super strength alone could kill him ten times over.
"Bang!"
While he questioned his existence, Natsuki had already reached the cockpit, tearing it open and walking inside.
"Since you know about Ultraman, I won't waste words."
"Executed on the spot or cosmic prison?" Natsuki looked down at the disheveled brown-haired Leiman.
Just as Albert said, no Traveler was clean.
How many innocent lives Leiman had killed—he knew better than anyone.
"I..." Leiman raised his head, looking at Natsuki's eyes that held little mercy. His mouth opened.
Internally conflicted.
"Before making a choice, can I ask one question?" He asked reluctantly.
There was one question that, if left unanswered, would haunt him even in death.
"Ask."
"How did you find me?"
"Even if you're an Ultraman, finding me should've taken considerable effort." Leiman had watched Ultraman tokusatsu shows. The Ultramen in those series followed basic rules when searching for people.
Usually Ultraman only struck when enemies revealed themselves. They often couldn't find enemies.
Natsuki directly arriving at his base in one step—this seriously violated his basic understanding of tokusatsu.
"I had a chat with your human leadership. He very enthusiastically told me your location." Natsuki said, still wondering why that Taylor fellow was so cooperative.
Hearing this, Leiman immediately guessed who leaked his information.
Only one person knew his location—Taylor.
"He... he just gave you the intel?" Leiman still couldn't believe it.
How could this friendship capsize so easily?
His value to Taylor was already enormous. Why would he easily side with an Ultraman? Even if he stubbornly refused to reveal intel, given Ultraman's character, nothing would happen to him.
Leiman fell into deep self-doubt.
But soon, he remembered—in his impression, Ultraman would never casually attack humans.
But people in this world didn't know what Ultraman was.
From their perspective, that was just an alien with the power to destroy human civilization at any moment.
"...For all my calculations, I never anticipated an accident of this magnitude." Leiman sighed deeply again. He truly never imagined an Ultraman could appear in this godforsaken place.
"Last time—executed on the spot or cosmic prison?" Natsuki issued his final ultimatum.
"I..." Leiman looked at Natsuki, still internally conflicted.
As a Traveler, he'd grown accustomed to the superiority of manipulating natives, intoxicated by the power to decide countless lives and deaths.
Now go to prison? Restrict all freedom?
"I choose cosmic prison." He said firmly.
San Francisco, another abandoned district.
"You sure this black market dealer is around here?" Hermann leaned on his cane, surveying the increasingly dilapidated buildings, unable to help asking Newton beside him.
They came to find the black market dealer who sold Kaiju brains, not go exploring.
How could a dealer with such capabilities appear in a place like this?
"I'm not sure either, but the Marshal said this guy's destination for this trip was here." Newton felt a bit uncertain now, but thinking the Marshal had no reason to deceive him, he chose to press forward.
"Damn it, if we get mugged here, it's all your fault!" Hermann looked at Newton's expression and immediately launched into criticism.
"Don't worry... don't worry..."
Newton ignored him, continuing to look at the map on his phone.
"Should be close... oh, that's it!" Seeing they'd finally reached near the target location, he finally smiled.
Holding his phone, he jogged several steps toward a half-collapsed house.
Hermann frowned, following behind.
Soon, they saw three neatly dressed figures inside the already dilapidated house—clearly not local refugees.
"Found him!"
"You... you're Hannibal Chau, right!" Newton shouted at the white-haired old man in a purple coat with a flashy demeanor inside the house.
Hearing Newton's voice, Hannibal Chau turned around. Wearing round sunglasses, a mouth full of gold teeth, he looked at the two doctors with different expressions.
He spoke dismissively: "Who the hell are you?"
This unfriendly tone made Hermann freeze, realizing this guy was indeed in the black market business—like he'd stab someone the next second.
Newton was relatively calm. Not because his psychological fortitude was strong, but because he saw the sealed container guarded by the other two lackeys—inside was a secondary Kaiju brain he needed.
"I'm here to make a deal with you." Newton glanced at the secondary brain, then looked at Hannibal Chau, smiling.
"A deal?"
"You're too late. This batch is already sold." Hannibal Chau immediately refused.
He'd just gotten off the phone with Leiman. As a black market dealer, he knew the importance of credibility.
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