Chapter 1299
Megumi: This technology is terrible
Now, everyone is worried about Choi Myung-seo.
"To be honest, the army here..."
Looking at the army's configuration, Izayoi was actually quite troubled.
She stood in NERV's command center, her gaze sweeping over the various data displayed on the screens—tanks, aircraft, warships—equipment that had once been the mainstay of warfare in human history, yet appeared so pale and powerless before the Angels. In her eyes, the military power of the EVA world was truly inadequate.
That's terrible.
Megumi recalled the GUTS team she had once commanded, and the equipment they possessed, equipped with cutting-edge technology, capable of directly confronting monsters. In comparison, the human defense system of this world was like trying to fight a tank with a wooden stick; apart from EVAs, conventional weapons were almost ineffective against the Angels.
However, you can't upgrade too much, otherwise you'll easily be affected by the apostles.
After all, no one knows what the Apostles' abilities are.
Megumi took a deep breath, her fingers lightly tapping on the control panel. Introducing overly advanced technology rashly could have unpredictable consequences. The Angels were mysterious enemies; their AT fields, their evolutionary capabilities, and the unpredictability of their reactions to specific energies all made any technological upgrade fraught with risk. If a new technology were to inadvertently become nourishment for the Angels, or trigger an even more terrifying mutation, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Megumi is now very grateful that her husband, Choi Myung, can handle a lot of things, but it is precisely because of this that she feels even more helpless.
Don't let my husband shoulder everything!
She screamed inwardly, her fists clenching unconsciously.
Cui Ming was already busy enough—dealing with the Star Guides, dealing with the Angels, taking care of so many people in her family, and dealing with those aliens and monsters that suddenly appeared from time to time. Now the mess of the EVA world was also falling on her shoulders, which made her heart ache terribly.
“Oh, that idiot,” Megumi said softly, her tone full of worry and affection, “always thinks he’s made of iron.”
She turned and walked to the window, looking out at the lights of Tokyo-3. This city was built on despair; every building could be a disguised launch tower, every street fortified with defensive measures. People lived here, worked here, and awaited the next Angel's arrival.
And Cui Ming is the wall that stands between them and destruction.
Megumi closed her eyes and prayed silently.
She hoped that this time Cui Ming wouldn't need to intervene, and that humanity could solve the problem on its own. But she knew that when that enormous shadow fell on the horizon, the one who would stand up was still that man, always covered in wounds but never backing down.
However, the problem with the apostles isn't actually that big right now.
After all, ever since the monsters appeared, the apostles, whose stats couldn't keep up, really couldn't keep up.
In NERV's operations conference room, the technicians were staring blankly at their screens.
The data above shows the data analysis of the last battle—the Fish Angel's AT field strength, attack energy output, and movement speed. All indicators are marked, and next to it are the basic data of Ultraman Jack, who transforms into Cui Ming.
The gap between the two is so large it's despairing. It's not that the Fish Angel is too weak, but that the Silver Giant's stats are ridiculously high.
Fish Angel is just a roadside fish, isn't it?
Cui Ming treated him like a stray dog on the roadside.
Recalling the battle scene that day, everyone present couldn't help but shudder. The fish angel had just risen from the depths of the Pacific Ocean, and its enormous body hadn't even had time to fully deploy its AT field when a beam of light descended from the sky.
The threat level of the Angels has now been reassessed by the Technology Department. The risk of the "Third Impact," which once terrified humanity, is now merely a "routine patrol anomaly" in Cui Ming's archives.
Those once-invincible Angels—Water Angels, Thunder Angels, Fish Angels—were like stray dogs darting about in front of Cui Ming, easily kicked away or crushed with a single stomp. Their AT fields were as thin as cicada wings before the Ultra Barrier, and their attacks left no trace on the Ultra's body. Cui Ming didn't even need to get serious, didn't need to transform; sometimes, simply having Vulga intervene was enough to crush those Angels into dust. This was the difference in numbers, the overwhelming power of dimensions. In this world overrun by monsters, the Angels' abilities were utterly inadequate.
"Is there any news about a new apostle?"
Intermediary Hui asked.
She stood before the tactical map in the NERV command center, her hands resting on the table, her gaze sweeping across the surveillance footage of the Pacific region. The remains of the Fish Angel had once been there; now only a vast expanse of blue remained, its tranquility almost unreal.
"No for now, but monsters."
The operator's voice was hesitant, his fingers pausing on the keyboard before pulling up another set of data. Flashing red dots on the screen were scattered across the depths of the oceans—creatures even more troublesome than the Apostles—giant beasts drifting from other universes, carrying destructive power and unknown properties.
"Monsters are definitely more troublesome."
Megumi rubbed her head.
Ugh, this whole thing is a mess.
She recalled how Cui Ming had looked when he first arrived in this world. Back then, they all thought that with Cui Ming and Ultraman's strength, dealing with the Angels would be a piece of cake, and they could finally let him rest for a while. No Star Guides chasing him, no EDF Norma harassing him, no Belial dragging him to smash the fleet—it should have been a relaxing vacation.
I thought Cui Ming could finally rest here, but then a monster appeared.
That's absolutely disgusting.
Megumi's fingers tapped unconsciously on the table, making a soft sound. Unlike the Angels, these monsters didn't follow fixed patterns; they were more ferocious and unpredictable, some even possessing special abilities capable of threatening Ultraman. Cui Ming had to transform, pilot the Vulcan, and handle various emergencies—he was constantly on the go.
"Pass the word down," she sighed, her voice weary and helpless, "If Cui Ming comes back, tell him to get at least six hours of sleep before going on a mission."
"Yes!"
Kijima Megumi turned and left the command post.
The Third New Tokyo City outside the window was still brightly lit, as if nothing had happened, but she knew that beneath this false peace, huge shadows were stirring.
And her husband was going off to fight again.
"That's really going too far."
Kijima leaned back in her chair in the command center, rubbing her temples, her brow furrowed with exhaustion. The red dots on the screen continued to flash, each representing a potential threat that could destroy the city.
"Can't these damn monsters just shut up for a second?" (End of Chapter)