Chapter 260: with translation of chapter title

NO. 22: Kai: My Jia Gu La radar is clearly ringing!

Being the same height as a human reduces mass, which is consensus.

Otherwise, with the original weight and the current center of gravity foot placement, one could easily smash the floorboards beneath one's feet.

A needle weighing tons, presumably standing there could directly poke into the Earth's core.

That may be so, but the weight and output adjustments are not free at all; the weakened range is fixed, especially when both monsters are mechanical constructs, their simple mechanical structure makes them perform even less adaptably than the flesh of carbon-based lifeforms.

Height reduced from 90 meters to 1.8 meters, weight, grip strength, and speed are all lowered across the board; the result is that in human-sized form, energy is sufficient, but all metrics are only at F-rank level.

It can only rampage within a town district; a more intuitive comparison—namely, it's just a bit stronger than an adult horse girl.

If we replace it with a Triple Crown horse girl or like Maruzen Sukī who originally had Triple Crown strength but missed out due to fierce competition of their generation, the so-called 'illusory Triple Crown' horse girl, then the outcome would be debatable.

After all…

Electronic mechanical Baltan and mechanical Gomora each have their own skills and equipment, no doubt, but adult horse girls each also bear the three-goddess system skills… How was that said again?

How could steel possibly prevail over a well-trained body! (brain-dead)

Kai himself could endorse this, even though he still found a handy steel pipe for himself instead of pulling out a miniature version of the Orb Holy Sword.

In this surprise segment, only a blunt weapon can catch someone.

Although the Orb Holy Sword isn't exactly a sharp blade either, with Kai's arm strength paired with it, he can still forcefully split problems.

That's why the steel pipe is so handy!

He had an underclassman named Chao Cang Lu who once greatly admired such roadside weapons, but Kai also doubts whether he has now trained close-combat fighting skills.

As an Ultraman, his claw technique is superb, but as a human, despite having an extraordinary physique, he can't pull off decent moves; Kai has always felt he needs more practice.

As long as he practices more, being born an Ultraman, he will surely outperform himself; after all, he is the offspring of Ultraman Belial, and his starting line surpasses everyone's.

But for now, the warrior from planet O-50 is confident that his current battle record is unmatched!

Azure-blue light surrounds his whole body, almost turning into a flowing streak of Kai; he possesses an instantaneous burst surpassing most horse girls, enough that those two old opponents cannot react immediately!

One strike knocks down electronic mechanical Baltan, another smashes mechanical Gomora; at that moment he already stands before the hooded cloaked man who hasn't turned back, slightly controlling the force of the third strike, he directly knocks him out.

This is of course not over yet.

He smiles and makes a shushing gesture toward the three 'kidnappees', like a savior calmly stepping forward two steps, and sees that the three 'kidnappees' emotions become even more intense.

Already intense enough to startle that devil, and would also expose his position.

Thus that composure could not be maintained, especially as the devil, not slow to notice, observed the three's movements and even read the young man's lip movement that clearly recognized himself:

'Kai?'

Thus, at the moment he swung the pipe, he witnessed that familiar yet unfamiliar gleam.

The gleam from weapons of the same model burst forth in that instant of the blade swing, a deep black like an abyss; Kai firmly believed he had found the right person, so the steel pipe, which had been holding back force, left an afterimage in midair!

Faster, fiercer, the steel pipe and the blade collided in the next instant.

It's hard to tell who wins in this clash, because the steel pipe is hollow and thus fragile, while the katana's design likewise destines it to wear easily or even break; in the hands of someone who cannot use it properly, it becomes the least recommended weapon.

The devil is no amateur; the moment he swings the blade, he reveals unquestionable chill, an aura that could bring death, yet midway it turns into blade-to-blade contact—this is not the judgment of someone using it correctly; it's purely a challenge to the blade's material.

Yet the blade's material is indeed special; it blocked Kai's pipe swung with great force at midsection without bending or breaking.

Just like the blade in his impression.

Despite many discrepancies, these increasingly matching traits still prompted Kai to utter that questioning shout:

'Jia Gu La! What are you doing again!'

If he truly occupied the 'position', this world's him, even if he bore the real name Aomo Lindun, would have at least some contact with that name.

Jia Gu La Si. Jia Gu La

juggler/ジャグラー, its Jidong meaning is 'juggler', and ja in Jidong language also shares the pronunciation of 'snake'.

Compared to the surname Jia Gu La, the true essence symbol is evidently this name, which carries frivolity, carries sunshine, yet also wraps the chill of serpents, concealing unbelievable darkness.

The moment that name was spoken, Kai also fixed his gaze on his reaction.

At the same rank, two people, even if not entirely identical, will still have a considerable degree of similarity.

Especially certain life experiences that, under the same origin, are bound to be extremely similar……

Will forge an essence that draws infinitely close.

Jia Gu La has not appeared in this world; he once thought of coming, but was told he lacked 'qualification'.

This 'qualification' remark naturally provokes the other's PTSD‑style scoff, but the actual essence is not the same.

Compared to the 'you don't deserve it' angle of qualification, the gate operator's 'no qualification' actually means——the rank is occupied.

In other words——there's already a you here.

Perhaps it's the Jia Gu La from another world, or perhaps the local 'Jia Gu La'; regardless of whether he uses that name, he will eventually come into contact with similar names.

Out of a mindset that 'this world will produce a troublemaker like Jia Gu La', Kai has consistently paid attention to such information, traveling the world while seeking this world's 'position‑holder', yet for years he has heard nothing similar to Jia Gu La, and has no leads.

It took a genuine intelligence‑gathering guy to point him toward an investigative route.

Gui Yuan Zhi Tang, and also Aomo Lindun, who had briefly become famous before that.

If merely being able to use monster cards is already ten percent suspicious, when Kai, with the vision of Ultraman Orb, discerns that lingering darkness, the suspicion level can be said to have instantly surged to seventy percent!

Achieving eighty percent suspicion on a hundred‑point scale is also enough for him to shout the words that could settle everything once and for all.

But, can it really settle everything once and for all?

Kai clearly sees that, when he himself shouted the question, the devil's eye sockets showed no change, yet a hint of doubt could be faintly discerned.

This ability to discern is honed from his Ultraman comrades and from Jia Gu La's devil form.

Everyone essentially has a paralyzed face; reading emotions relies entirely on feeling and tone.

At this moment, the other shows a hint of doubt, and the three 'kidnapped' are all question marks, with the reaction of a certain Bi‑someone being the strongest.

'Got it wrong, got it wrong!'

He stood up straight, rushed out of the sound‑proof barrier's range, and shouted: 'He's Aomo Lindun, not Jia Gu La! How could they look alike at all!'

At first, the young man who had revealed his identity by lip-reading obviously knew a lot about me, but Kai couldn't tell right away whether he had heard of me or, as a transmigrator, had seen my image in those film/TV works.

Whether or not that distinction was clear didn't really matter; the point was that the young man's shout didn't look like that of a kidnapped person.

Even the two girls put on a helpless expression and picked up the magic staff and crystal sword beside them again.

In this process, the demon offered no resistance; everything pointed to a certain subtle outcome, causing him to withdraw the force he had been unconsciously pushing the steel pipe with.

"Well, what misunderstanding is this?" he said sheepishly, watching as, while sheathing his blade, the young man returned to his youthful appearance amid countless intertwined silver-black magical currents and points of light.

The crescent moon on his forehead was quite distinctive, just like the moon-shaped mark on the chest of the demon's physique earlier, leaving a deep impression on him and making him feel they were still very similar.

He was very much like that friend who had gone their separate ways yet whose paths often crossed.