Chapter 1352: NO．256：Beginning of the Endgame, Unstable Plans Are the Most Stable

NO. 256: The beginning of the end, the most uncertain plan is the most stable.

"Omo, can't I deploy yet?"

"It depends on how much they value you."

"Value? They don't value me at all."

"Psychological valuation, expressing contempt is a common trap. As one of only two allies currently in enemy territory, you must be acutely aware that every move you make is of utmost importance."

"Only two? Who else? No—then when exactly can I deploy?"

"Watch the mirror."

"The mirror?"

"I lent the Mazalas alien's monster card to a certain woman accompanied by explosions. Once she confirms it, she'll signal you, and you must use continuous explosions to conceal her ongoing activity."

"Just blow everything up, right? Even if you didn't say it, I'd do that anyway!"

"It seems you've developed feelings with certain staff."

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

"There's one more suggestion..."

"Hey! Don't ignore what I'm saying!"

"While maintaining chain explosions, try to make the scene look as absurd as possible."

"Huh?"

"Trust me—this will make everything you want to do go much more smoothly."

"... Alright, then let's do it that way?"

"One more suggestion: if Mephilas subdues you directly via instant teleportation, you can quietly clear your throat and say something to him."

"What kind of ridiculous idea is this? Do you know him? What should I say?"

"'Do you not recognize me?'—say it in the tone you used when learning the Ten Jia speech."

"Weren't you all laughing at me back then!? And saying I didn't learn it at all!? What kind of joke is this now!?"

"It may not resemble it, but it's not meaningless. If my guess is correct, this phrase will be very useful."

"Don't give me riddles, old man!"

"It's not a riddle—just explaining it takes time, and we're short on time. Alright, I'm hanging up now."

——

If we were to trace everything back to its origin, perhaps we should start from the athlete's passage at ZS Racecourse.

Saying Ailisuxi held Kalamira's monster card, and together with Chazuo, Bourbon, and Aizhi, she protected the other athletes.

Saying that when Aixisu later discussed this, she complained that the Lukzas attackers, upon seeing her light whip, froze completely—and when struck, they kept shouting 'How could it be you?' as if they believed she was the woman on the card.

This was merely a joke, and even if Ailisuxi's use of Kalamira's light whip had been promptly reported, it should have been irrelevant.

But this joke reached Omo's ears, and it reminded him of the initial intelligence on Lukzas—a stage play.

Although Omo's first contact with them was through a stage play, the information obtained from interrogating captured aliens indicated that everything had actually happened in reality.

They recognized Kalamira, they lived in that universe, possessed its intelligence network, and would react instinctively to Aixisu's unusually similar voice and previously seen attack style. Thus, the organization's superiors—those broad-minded, experienced officials—especially the cunning and vicious alien Mephilas, shaped by local customs, should know quite a bit.

They know Ultraman Zero, Ultraman Jed, Ultraman Orb, and even the rare but impactful dark Ultraman warriors from the Land of Light who appear in TV series, movies, and side stories.

This vast knowledge is evident in behavioral side notes, and even recorded in Little Omo's 'project plan: immersing oneself in the criminal mindset, considering what options one would choose if acting personally.'

So, it must be mentioned: in the monster eugenics ideology, Gui She actually possesses a unique vocal talent.

—When he pinches his throat, mimicking mockery while attempting clumsy Ten Jia etiquette, despite his awkward appearance inviting ridicule from badgers, it draws Omo's alert gaze.

Perhaps if Ultraman Zero, Ultraman Jed, and especially Philis heard this, their alertness would increase further.

Because the latter is a close friend of Tiga and also an archivist who has had extensive contact with documents concerning a certain 'Light Nation rebel ninja.'

So, who is that rebel ninja?

He is Tiga Ultraman's uncle, arch-enemy, half-namer, formerly a scientist of the Land of Light, subordinate to Hikali, friend of Taro, and he is...

「UltramanTregear！？」

At the end of Gui She's wild, explosive journey, the full title shouted in disbelief by the Mephilas alien was precisely that Ultraman's full name.

Torregia Ultraman, whose name means 'Mad Curiosity.'

In pursuit of truth, yet falling into darkness, believing light and dark are useless, only chaos eternal—on that path, he became a pure jester, and in the history of the Land of Light, second only to Belial as a long-term uncleansable, squad-returning rebel ninja—not only capable of bringing disaster to the Land of Light, but also having tormented many other aliens.

But unlike Belial, who is polarizing—highly esteemed in dark regions yet utterly despised elsewhere—Torregia's situation is different.

As long as he avoids involvement with Tiga and Taro, Torregia can maintain his jester purity—so much so that even a dog would disdain him.

One can only say the jester's fate is thus.

When face to face, people can still respect, understand, and bless you, offering a bit of courtesy due to your strength—but once distance is created... that's when both white and black paths want to spit at you.

Yet it cannot be denied that Torregia is not only strong, but possesses even more 'whimsical ideas' than Belial.

These odd ideas not only make the white path extra wary of him, but also make the black path reluctant to provoke him—and the most direct illustration of this is now—

—when that Mephilas alien instantly releases his grip, even stepping back a few steps while raising his shield, Omo, observing via Vishadiel's communication channel, suppresses a nearly twitching smirk.

It's hard to imagine that a casually bluffed show of force could have such a direct, even this obvious, effect—so much so that it makes one unwilling to stop wondering what kind of meal Torregia gave this Mephilas alien.

But as Omo thinks this, glancing casually at Vishadiel's controls, he hears the Mephilas alien, after his startled cry, add:

"You're not interested in this world, are you?!"

"Or are you here to reclaim the technology of the Ultraman Dark Assassin?"

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"Your technology still has this origin? Did you get it directly—or indirectly—from him?"

"It seems Gui She can buy more time than expected."

"Don't get so close—it's disgusting."

"Please don't slander me through the screen, Miss Wisheard."

Slightly turning his face to look at the small window on the screen, Aomo once again turned his gaze toward the distant chaotic battlefield, as the ambush camp gradually became familiar with this battlefield's style, while the assault camp's forces continued to grow.

Just looking at the countless medical personnel interacting inside and outside the battlefield, it actually gives one confidence in wearing down the enemy through a prolonged battle.

If we can maintain this, then indeed there's no need to let the Sorrowful Separation Monster hard-control us, but that premise also requires:

"How did your assigned task go? Put down that knob, it's not important."

Although I had previously informed him of the changes in work content, and also closely followed his desire to gain praise in front of Tressia, to render Tressis speechless, he readily agreed to the work content.

But...

Perhaps...

Letting a girl who is still in school operate a large-scale transmission operation linkage is not a good idea.

Even though she is extremely talented in explosions, and as soon as she hears about using thermal energy to intercept spatial disturbances, she can complete it immediately, but for a transmission system whose main system has been largely destroyed and struggles to activate fully automatic mode, her delay made him think of Ishamara.

At least according to the doctor's words, Miss Skadi can still manage the entire city's power grid.

But that is truly thinking too far ahead.

"Don't urge! Urging leads to suicide! Isn't that guy still not having any problems?"

"... Could you please follow my instructions for the next steps?"

Faced with the same set of radical perfunctoryness, Aomo inevitably wonders if this is a trend of Rhodes Island, but in this race against time, the most important thing is to use Gilbalis's computing power to link with the transmission system's related knowledge network, one-click search manual operations and analyze the current situation.

"Alright! Speak!"

Wisheard, who clearly understands the current situation, does not drag her feet.

"Isn't the problem that you insist I blow up those systems?"

"Blue line goes 3, yellow line goes 7, not blowing up will immediately raise alarm, perhaps they will directly destroy the entire transmission area, t4 knob turned 45°, yes, just like that."

"Now these connections are also unable to transmit? This system is broken!"

She obviously also has the ability to multitask, operating while speaking without hindrance.

"Press T11 and U12 buttons simultaneously, then pull down the right-side lever, the problem isn't serious," Aomo said, "as long as we can connect, there's no problem—I've arranged for a Digimon and a Super Agent to open the door for you, next, input the command I just sent you."

"What is a Super Agent? So lame!"

"It wouldn't hurt to show respect to the person sending you; if you are discovered at this moment, even with all your tricks, survival would be difficult."

"It's not your fault for giving me the task, I thought you were teasing me back then," after finishing the code, Wisheard freed her hands and turned her head, "what should I press next?"

"Thank you for your trust, no need to press, the door is about to open," Aomo turned his head, looking toward the teammates waiting on both sides, "Lipiya, Mr. Ace, just as you heard, we are skipping the middle segment."

Perhaps it's just normal passage...

Glancing at the distant small racecourse, the battle situation, exceptionally clear amid the commentator's shouts, is similarly at the node approaching the division of the final stage.

Being able to let the horse girl race, which even with calculation cannot exceed five minutes, keep up with the action plan, was originally a luxury, but reality indeed still overflows with variables.

From the treatment on Gui She's side, to Wisheard using the Mazalas star person card that can shuttle through mirrors to infiltrate the transmission area and obtain the current situation, to the sudden new information and the temporal leeway now.

In just a few steps, the route on Little Aomo's plan document has jumped seven rounds, and also made the steps that conservatively estimated to be achieved in half an hour fast-forward to now.

Final stage.

Yet it is again the smallest possibility within that final stage—the opportunity to weaken the enemy before the formal decisive battle, which is now, lying before our eyes.

Hangar, capsule storage area, sublimation test field...

A flash in the mind of Gui She's initial report, the several locations at Lucazas Base that still have electricity.

The project results that Lucazas designated as Aokill have a sixty percent chance of being in these facilities.

If we could strike beforehand...

One-seventh of sixty percent, at most dividing forces into five routes, and yet dividing so much also makes it easy to appear as a choice of reducing personnel...

Aomo twisted his nose bridge, and when he put down his hand, a hand covered in black glove also protruded from the screen, its outline resembling a woman's.

"Left, partner."

"Go!"