Sunday Tranquility has heard a saying that everything is difficult at the beginning.

She couldn't agree more.

As a member of the URA Association's 'Universal Division' Question Committee, she, like her other colleagues, is often assigned some inexplicable commissions.

A lot of commissions are to start and don't know how to start, so she has a pretty deep understanding of this saying.

He never hesitated to ask for help.

Even if the other party is the representative of Qianming that she is very unaccustomed to, even if the other party is Omer, whom she is more and more unhappy with. Linton, she was just as willing to bow her head to solve the problem.

Pitch Black Sunday is a name for the past after all, growing up in the café, and even having a trainer, Sunday Tranquility is more often just a member of the Question Committee.

Staying in the URA Association, which she despised the most, she gradually shaped the image of a 'reliable friend', and was waiting for an opportunity to make her a 'sister'.

Even though she was originally the sister of the café.

She's going around the long road that she's most comfortable with, but it's not all the way.

Because the work of the association itself carries the sludge of mediocrity.

will make her, who is already willing to be mediocre, see more mediocrity.

Mediocre bureaucracy, mediocre way of handling, mediocre thinking inertia.

It is very ordinary, it does not seem to have any compulsion, it is something that will appear more or less in everyone's life.

Leaving you breathless when you need to go further, making you compromise when you want to make a change, and you are so disgusted by it that you can't touch its entity.

It is numb, lurking in your life, in every part of your post, and it also makes you feel more and more about those who are different from you... Impatient.

Are they tireless?

Don't they know how to give up?

Are they...... Can't understand the words!?

She actually knows that her dislike for these people is not just because 'someone is always unclean and pulls at her hidden past'.

I know that I am no longer fighting with the outside world, but resisting the self that I project from the spiritual world to the outside world.

When acting with Narita Hakuhito and Chiaki, she had to face the gaze of Chimei, who she disliked so much, more than once, and every time she met the cyan pupils, she felt as if she was experiencing a question.

and Omer. Linton's guy who is quite restrained is different, Chiaki means that this guy has always been keen to meddle, and when she seems to be restrained, you have to be wary of this guy attacking from other angles.

Sunday Tranquility has indeed known her for a long time, so long that she can get used to the other party's 'violent talk' mixed with ordinary words.

Something like, 'Are you disgusted with Omer, or are you disgusted with yourself?' is something that can be caught in the casual topic of the guy and stabbed out coldly, like an assassinating knife, easily tugging at her nerves.

But seriously, Omer. Even if Linton didn't make a 'real injury' lukewarmly, it would still make Sunday's quiet muscles burst.

So which of these two people can pull her blood pressure better, she can't come to a conclusion.

I can only say that these two guys are quite annoying.

If there is a chance not to see, it is better not to see, unless there is a chance to laugh and retaliate.

So when information came from Omer's side and asked her to complete her position as an 'intelligence broker' and relay it to the upper echelons of the association, she was able to get her wish.

In the new instructions issued to her above, not only did there be no representatives of Narita Hakuren and Chiaki among her teammates, but even if those two wanted to appear, she had to be responsible for blocking them.

The reason, as Elle said in the activity room, the association cannot afford to put the triple crown horse racing lady in danger.

It even has to be stopped on the premise that the other party intends to get involved.

However, at present, there is no such news from either her own intelligence network or the association, although she doesn't know whether she should regret that she didn't have the opportunity to face the Qianming representative, but she has to admit that after losing those two teammates, her efficiency in working alone is much lower.

The common saying that everything is difficult at the beginning should also be added with a suffix:

When you are halfway done and put it down for the time being, it is even more difficult to think about it again.

She put aside her investigation for the time being in the confluence with Ormer's intelligence yesterday, waiting for the next order from the guild's side, and when she did, she had to face unfamiliar information to reformulate her course of action.

This process can be described as torment, and in the actual action after this ordeal, she also has to face the inadequacy of intelligence details.

What does it mean that the inadequacy means that although she can infiltrate the field through the Internet according to the "weaknesses of the artificial brain's review system and firewall" mentioned in the intelligence materials, she will have to face Ormer, although she mentions information about the structure of the ship's rooms, but there is no other more in-depth information.

For example, what is the password of the encryption gate in front of you?

Right now, she was in a confined space where the black fog emitted by people hindered her vision, and in Ormer's intelligence, this was a block that he hadn't been able to really enter, and Sunday Tranquility knew that she could only improvise on her own, and first consider operating the system in the room to clear the black fog.

But she was first stuck in an electronic lock.

Although it seems that it is possible to try to contact other spaceman agents sent by the association for help.

But when you consider the fact that those guys didn't even give information about the structure of the ship's rooms in the first place, it's not hard to guess that those guys were neither thoughtful nor meticulous.

Although they are all mercenaries, the quality gap is already high......?

That guy hasn't been a mercenary for a year, has he?

To be honest, out of personal emotion, she didn't really want to praise Omer. Linton's abilities.

But if she belittles his ability, it will seem that the café has also been lowered in level, so she doesn't want to talk about it, just thinking about whether she will have a chance to bump into the police agent and bury her head in line with the gate system in front of her.

She is a horse racing girl from Anmei District, and living in that urban area, especially in the area where the security is not very good, hacking skills are a necessary skill.

Even if you don't trespass, you should get used to protecting yourself, and Sunday Tranquility laid the foundation like that at the beginning, and even more so when you get used to the convenience of your soul.

But the encryption system of the alien technology is obviously still there, and the tranquility was stuck here for five or six minutes on Sunday, and at the moment when it was finally opened...... But I heard a familiar voice.

"Is it okay to let them go to the ambush site first? Your Excellency, although Ultraman Ged is not very resilient to sudden attacks, Ultraman Sero is probably ......"

Before the voice finished speaking, although she had no eyeballs, she could feel her vision sweeping clearly, and she immediately turned into a black mist that blended into the environment, allowing Sunday Tranquility to try to stabilize her state.

If she was humanoid, she would probably have shut up and tightened.

"What are these black fogs?"

The familiar, the voice that the guy made when he pretended to be completely different from the usual one, was probably a voice change made with the power of the so-called 'monster card' itself.

Coupled with that long and heterogeneous shape, even Sunday Tranquility had to admit that the guy at this moment can indeed give people a natural sense of abnormality, the feeling of 'definitely not human', and even more inorganic than the guy with three tentacles on the side of his head.

But when she looked at the other person's appearance, the V-shaped dark blue transistor on the other side of the face suddenly pointed at her, causing her to subconsciously turn her head, and realize her recklessness.

Guys who don't know the details with the naked eye are easy to be counter-detected - after recovering this information that should be common sense, she didn't directly observe the two guys who entered the room, but turned to look at the location of the black fog.

"Your Excellency?"

"Ah, I seem to have a delusion."

"Delusion?"

"It's as if the door opened a few tenths of a second faster than the moment I typed my password."

"Maybe a fly got in," the guy said something that took Sunday Tranquility's breath away, and then something that made her blood pressure go up, "but it's not worth noting, this guy who is still dangling in the spaceship at this juncture has a disability in the sense of smell of clues." ”

You'd better not mean to...... Tranquility on Sunday stared at the black fog in the distance, trying to keep her atomization state as smooth as possible.

No matter how she is eroded by the poison of mediocrity, her old skills will not be discarded, although she is more at the destruction link after she has fished something.

"It's really not worth mentioning, but it's a bit arbitrary to say that it's a fly, Mephiras, you must know that in the last two days, there has been no shortage of problems with the artificial mind."

"Is my otherworldly fellow busy again?"

"He's not the only engineer either," the Hippolytean laughed, "and the Mephilas are generally quite powerful, and he's more effective in battle." ”

"It's really the most efficient option, so will it lead to the previous problems?"

"The question before... Ah, these black fogs, huh? He reacted, and immediately said casually, "It's a secret measure to prevent some guys' superpowers, and it's easy to clean up, which is the device next to it." ”

With that, he pulled down the bar beyond the quiet gaze of Sunday, and then there was a distinct sound of the drum.

The black fog that filled the vision of Sunday Tranquility quickly dispersed, revealing the bright lights in it, which also made Sunday Tranquility subconsciously retract his soul body towards the corner of the shadows.

- But she was also stuck.

It wasn't because the device inside the ship that was used to absorb souls noticed her, but her eyes were drawn to the coppery figure in the tank.

It was a horse racing lady.

A well-known horse racing lady.

At the same time, it is also a horse racing lady who has been accustomed to her disappearing from time to time, and outside her body, there is also a vague shadow that is also wrapped in the coppering effect.

With his arms outstretched, he took almost all of Mefilas' attention.

He didn't expect to see this, and when he remembered Hippolyte's words, 'Even Yabru doesn't know', he had another understanding.

The orphan that Zofie rescued from the war, the Ultra warrior who has a close relationship with the Apo people and the Hippolytes, and the uncle who has not been mentioned by Sero at all these days......

Ultraman Ace/Ultraman Ace

He hung there.

With the familiar outline of the bronze statue.

Like what the name of the scene reappears.

(End of chapter)