Ultraman: I'm Just a Scientist

In Duanmuci's ground base office, he sat face to face with Kengo Manaka, who had lost his light and was now a dark Ultraman.

Some things have reached a point where they cannot be avoided.

"Kenwu, you are actually Triga, right?"

He said this as if Duanmu Ci had just learned his identity.

But Jian Wu believed it.

He nodded seriously: "Actually, I..."

Before he could explain, Duanmu Ci reached out and interrupted him.

"There is no need to explain more. We have always advocated high efficiency. Just omit this complicated process. Everyone has a little secret, which is not worth explaining."

"The important thing now is that your last appearance looked very unstable."

Duanmuci's words made Manaka Kenwu silent for a long time.

He actually knew how serious his situation was.

He originally thought that if he consumed too much, he would not be able to transform into Ultraman, but who knew that there was a powerful dark power hidden in Triga's body. When his light dissipated, he did not disappear directly, but completely transformed into the form of a dark giant. .

After thinking about it, he decided to exchange ideas.

"Although I do seem to have turned into a dark giant now, it doesn't seem to have much impact?"

Manaka Kengo spread his hands and said, "I'm still thinking normally until now! I don't feel like my temper has gotten louder or anything."

Duanmuci nodded. This is true. In fact, it may be because Zhenzhong Jianwu usually has a very good personality and is very positive. Sima Lu is often like this.

Now that he has become a dark giant, Simai Lu has lost a lot of unnecessary nonsense. He seems to have become a normal person!

It actually neutralized it!

It looks much normal now.

"But will the black and white color scheme bring a lot of pressure to other people?"

"I know that you won't go violent, but others don't know. What if they violently attack you online or something..."

Duanmu Ci didn't finish his words, but Manaka Kengo could already imagine that scene.

The most important thing is.

He is a young man, but he surfs the Internet every day. He is different from old people like Duanmu Ci and the others. If he is attacked by the Internet, he will not be able to withstand it!

"So what? Do we have that kind of spray paint? Respray me all over?"

Duanmu Ci was speechless: "Isn't your method too nonsense?"

Half an hour later.

Duanmuci commanded the mechanical arm.

"Zhangren, go up, go up, right, right, just this, spray it into gold!"

Akira, who controlled the robotic arm, stuck his head out in astonishment: "Captain, are you sure you want to spray-paint these lines into gold?"

Duanmuci nodded: "Golden color is more handsome!"

Teliga: "!!!"

Hearing Duanmu Ci's words, Telika was startled. He shook his head and waved his hands repeatedly, then turned his head to look at Sheng Zhangren, with an expression on his face full of pleading.

Fortunately, except for Duanmu Ci, who was abnormal, the others were relatively normal.

In the end, Sheng Zhangren painted his body in the original color, and even put a cover on his colored timer that emits blue light.

Now he looks just like a normal giant of light.

After the painting was completed, Duanmu Ci stepped forward and wiped the paint on his feet with his hands. This special paint dried really quickly.

The effect was also very good. Duanmu Ci even took out a knife and scratched it, and then took out the Victory Hypa Gun.

"Wait, wait!"

Teliga spoke quickly.

"There's no need to use a gun!"

Duanmuci said seriously: "Why not? You will definitely be washed away by the enemy's light in the next battle. We want to test how resistant this paint is to these things!"

Teliga looked at Sheng Zhang Ren: "But didn't Zhang Ren say that as long as the paint is applied, it will not fall off without a special cleaning agent?"

Sheng Zhangren nodded: "Theoretically, this is the case, but I have never spray-painted Ultraman's body, and the spray-painting effects of different materials are also different."

"So I think appropriate experiments are still necessary."

As soon as he finished speaking, Duanmu Ci fired a shot at Telijia's foot. The firepower was so fierce that Telijia even wailed.

Then he came forward to take a look.

"This paint is really good. Such firepower didn't cause any damage on it. Now it looks like real skin."

Although it hurt a little, Triga was very happy to see the effect.

However, just when he thought it was over, Duanmu Ci came here remotely controlling the armory's Special Aircraft No. 3.

The child Zeta still hasn't come back, so Xia Chuan Yaohui has also disappeared. Now the armory's Special Aircraft No. 3 is temporarily parked in the underground equipment warehouse of the Elite Victory Team. If Duanmu Ci wants to use it, he can get it at any time. use.

Seeing the mighty appearance of Special Aircraft No. 3, Teliga felt a surge of pressure: "This should be unnecessary."

Duanmu Ci: "Use it, how can you not use it? You will encounter more opponents of the same level on the battlefield, not our Hypa gun."

"What if you can withstand the Hypa gun but cannot withstand the heavy firepower, wouldn't the final result be the same?"

Teliga: "..."

All in all, after a period of brutal bombing, it was determined that the paint on Teliga's body could not be removed without a special cleaning agent. Although Teliga was already lying on the ground after the test, looking at the ceiling with a lifeless look, it didn't matter, there was no need to test it a second time anyway.

"It's finally over. I feel like I was beaten for no reason."

After returning to the human body, Manaka Kengo's whole body was ravaged and numb.

Duanmu Ci smiled and said: "This is normal. You see, your defense is not good. Why is Zeta's defense so strong? This is obviously the effect of being beaten a lot."

Manaka Kengo: →_→

"I don't think something like defense can be developed by being beaten, right?"

The scientific basis for saying that being beaten improves the ability to resist beatings is not very high. In ancient times, few slaves who were beaten every day became peerless masters. In fact, the main improvement is not the defense power, but the tolerance to pain. However, For humans with similar strength, this is equivalent to improving their ability to resist attacks.

But for a species like Ultraman, whose strength can vary greatly, this method is relatively unscientific.

Duanmuci patted him on the shoulder: "Then just think of it as training your will. Don't worry, there is always something you can do."

Manaka Kengo: "..."

. . .

That night, Manaka Kengo just lay down in his room at the ground base and prepared to rest.

Suddenly, a dark golden light suddenly appeared in the room, and then a voluptuous woman walked out of the light.

This sudden arrival really startled Manaka Kengo. He immediately jumped up and looked at the intruder on guard.

"Who are you!"

The woman smiled slightly: "Why, just by changing my appearance, you can't recognize me? Teliga."

Hearing this, Zhenzhong Jianwu was stunned for a moment, and then he sensed the aura on this woman's body. Soon he discovered the familiar dark power in this woman's body.

"Carmilla! Is it you!?"

With a smile on her face, Carmilla slowly approached the nervous Manaka Kengo, scaring him so much that he kept moving backwards, and did not stop until he finally leaned against the wall with no way out.

Carmilla gently reached out and pinched Manaka Kengo's chin.

"Why are you so afraid of me? I'm not a devil."

Manaka Kengo assured that he really didn't mean it, but at such a close distance, the faint fragrance of Carmilla still entered his nose unconsciously, making the child's breathing quicken.

"What on earth are you going to do!"

Carmilla smiled and said: "You are still pretending, but your light power dissipated, and the dark power immediately poured out. I should have thought of it a long time ago, you are actually my Teliga."

Seeing the confused look on Manaka Kengo's face, Carmilla was not angry: "Well, it seems like you really don't know, and that's right. After so many years, it's understandable that your memory is poor."

"But there is one thing you can't deny. You are the dark giant now and our compatriot. Whether you admit it or not, this is a fact!"

The more they talked, the closer they got, their chests pressed tightly against each other, and both sides could even feel each other's heart beating.

Manaka Kengo, an innocent boy, had never experienced such a situation before, and his whole mind went blank.