Chapter 457

NO. 40: I have a plan, order the fighter jet to become Geed!

It is well known that the Fujimaru siblings are in favor of neon gold.

It is well known that the Special Effects Development Base has always been in Japan.

Whether in another world or in the homeland, special effects have very likely accompanied the childhood of the children of that Eastern island nation.

So...

"King Ai Lei!"

"Oh! Tachibana really likes its juvenile form!"

"Bemstar!"

"Whoa whoa whoa! I remember it isn't afraid of any light, right?"

"Um... hard to say, after all there are also records like Hikari's..."

Like Jetton, which claims not to eat light but actually seems to not eat the original light's kind, and has been buried by later Ultramans' light many times.

All we can say is, if we don't talk about individual differences and only define by species, differences are bound to appear.

There are also gaps between Ultraman and Ultraman, and between Jetton and Jetton.

But there's no need to discuss these with a casual fan.

The Chaldea Master who shuttles between the singularity and anomalous battlefields usually has no time to catch up on special effects, let alone keep up with the schedule.

Fujimaru Rikuka's enthusiasm for special effects largely remains only in childhood memories.

That memory is indeed profound, but it also inevitably contains beautification, so overly detailed discussion should not be undertaken.

Unless there is a special need to wake up, Aomo still hopes the dream stays at its best moment.

"So Mr. Kai is actually really good at opening soda bottles barehanded?"

Don't mention monsters, just bring up Ultraman!

Although Ultraman also has its embarrassments, Mr. Kai, aside from having more debt in strength, basically has no other obvious flaws.

O50's most hardworking and outstanding gold-medal employee, now that the earlier O50 inheritors have vanished without trace, he exists like the first Ultraman's elder brother figure, inspiring juniors to forge ahead.

Unknowingly assisting, O50 adds another newcomer to this sweatshop…… this had better not be mentioned.

This is likewise something casual fans should not touch.

Many casual fans, after hearing some old fans' violent remarks, take it as common sense and spread it everywhere, thereby entering the advanced state known as "meme imp".

That's quite unnecessary; Aomo decides to change the topic again, and this time should get to the point.

After all...

Those two gentlemen and ladies who are not familiar with each other personally seem to have run out of patience.

The silent demeanor, the gloomy complexion, and those eyes that, despite having internet entertainment channels, still frequently glance over here, bored and listless.

It's like parents at a parent-teacher meeting dissatisfied with the agenda……

——As a student who is often stood up by parents at parent-teacher meetings, Aomo often has the leeway to observe other students and their parents' reactions.

Dangfeng person, this individual who actually is called Fujimaru Rikuka, at first glance does not look like a student.

At least in terms of demeanor, it's clearly the look of someone who has struggled in society and the workplace for four or five years.

That is, although appearing young, it clearly shows the precipitation of a more complex and burdensome experience than one's own.

But after Mr. Fujimaru simply greeted Aomo, mentioned Aomo's deeds, and then talked about monsters, his demeanor changed like a landslide.

A high school student, and merely at the level of a first‑year…

Can't go any higher…

Aomo watched, noting the shifts in Fujimaru Rikuka's manner and bearing as the topic progressed, remaining silent but also relaxing.

Since the other person is like that, getting along is actually simple—even the steps to achieve the goal become more concise and smooth.

"Super Agent…? I kind of feel like I've heard that term before."

"Gridman."

Aomo said calmly, then glanced at the companion who was equally unfamiliar with the term.

He suddenly had an idea about correcting Bourbon's direction of supplementary viewing after his interest in tokusatsu.

"Electronic Light Superman Gridman" is a dust‑covered gem; though dated, it's not impossible to find relatively clear resources.

Generally it can far surpass that "Horse Girl Squadron, Carrot Rangers".

But this ill‑timed idea, like a trainer's sudden flash, is better to act on first; Aomo turned back to the stunned Fujimaru Rikuka, thinking it was likely just a reaction from some vague impression.

That would be even better.

"Electronic Light Superman Gridman, or rather—HyperAgentGridman."

He spoke that iconic title—"Super Agent Gridman"—trying to further unlock the other's memory.

"In the original work, there aren't many descriptions of the Super Agent identity."

"One can only believe it is a special position endowed by the HyperWorld to certain energy bodies, tasked with punishing evil, promoting good, and maintaining the balance of the multiverse."

"However, in this information‑exploded world, the Super Agent (HyperAgent) group can have a clearer positioning."

"Like Ultraman?" Rikuka asked.

"It's the special security force in Ultraman; the HyperWorld cannot function like a plasma spark tower, at most providing some training‑ground functions."

But judging by Gridman's equipment‑rack‑like arrangement, where his combat power depends entirely on various plug‑in weapons, the worth of this Super Agent is even less than the "troublemaker" title that comes from the Land of Light's juvenile detention.

We can only tentatively explain it from the perspective of the work "Dream Hero".

Gridman is, after all, a children's hero; the power that erupts from a beautiful adolescent heart does not fit the melody and tone.

Of course…

When even the new‑century middle schoolers are counted as Super Agents, this nature changes…

Everyone realized it wasn't that the Super Agents' combat power was subtle, but that Gridman's combat power among the Super Agents was subtle.

And although the aircraft sheltered by your Chaldea is neither the Bit I know nor that SKYVITTER (Skyjet), there are still many super agents with similar positioning.

After all, in their line of work where they constantly have to fight monsters, the positioning of aircraft has always been rock‑solid.

Although the recent Aopeng works seem to be deliberately reducing the aircraft sortie rate.

It seems they are trying to lower the crash rate by 'ban aircraft, vigorously develop giant robots'.

But no matter how you say it, when dealing with huge enemies, aircraft are always mainstream armament.

"Can you tell me how to wake him up?"

Faced with this kind of communication, Aiermo Ershi, who was completely at a loss, finally couldn't help but speak up.

Although the young emperor is very interested in special effects, he's the sort of pure‑blooded Brit who would say 'Fuck' about a crappy job.

The most Japanese thing he can accept… is just games.

I don't get special effects and such… Although I'm not completely unable to understand the current content, these actually aren't the point, right?

Compared to introducing the wounded's identities, what's more important is to find a rescue method.

That damaged aircraft is still parked in Chaldea's infirmary, to the point that even when Ms. Nightingale came to see it she had to shake her head.

A nurse who understands the human body is ultimately not a mechanic of mechanical structures.

Calling her all the way from the busy hospital to look at this will only earn a reprimand for wasting time that is wasting other patients' lives.

"I have an idea for waking it up—do you have someone there who can design support equipment?"

Seeing Aiermo Ershi and Mogen, who had been silent until now, both looking somewhat bewildered, he added: 'I mean something of the same type as the aircraft—a huge piece of weaponry.'

But it also had to be someone who, as a Master, knew their own personnel well enough—Tengwan Lixiang reacted quickly.

"Yes yes yes! Da Vinci and BB can do it!"

Even in some strange internal activities initiated by Chaldea, there have not been a lack of rather amazing massive creation works.

"Have them design the framework using real equipment and upload it, then gather a few kids with purer feelings to call out—uh… best if they're middle‑school to elementary‑school age."

Facing not just the two opposing servants, but also the doubtful looks thrown by his own side's Digimon and Uma Musume, Aomo himself appeared completely confident.

Attempting to recreate the old TV show, treating that aircraft as Gulite, to perform that electronic and mystical 'CPR'.

——

At the same moment, in a certain bedroom on the second floor of the office.

Still wrapped in bed like a silkworm, the pink‑haired JK rolled over with the blankets.

It felt as if a purifying light beam had struck her in a dream.