Chapter 47: Chapter Forty-Five: Generally Hard to Resist This Kind of Plastic Toy

Beta Box, and its corresponding Beta Magic Blade.

This is the name of the large crate and its matching equipment.

Since arriving in this world, it has been ownerless.

After drifting for decades on a low‑civilization planet, it only attracted the attention of interstellar mercenaries when a user capable of wielding it appeared, and was later acquired for research by the 'Frontier Lighthouse' company in a series of twist‑of‑fate events.

The woman scanned the wide open space; her gaze fell to the edge, where she saw a row of imitations placed against the wall, resembling the Beta Box and Beta Magic Blade quite closely.

Checking the main‑frame data on the side of the Beta Box before her, she could clearly see that Frontier Lighthouse had already gained some results, even producing a considerable number of imitations, yet the gap to the finished product remained obvious—just the conversion power for 'Photon Gigantification' differed by a large margin.

They could not strengthen a biological body's strength to the ideal value, and there were risks of the user's emotions running wild and the soul becoming unstable.

But at least they had altered the harsh conditions of use in the original version.

Things from other worlds always have some aspects that are hard to fathom.

Some simply follow different physical laws, while many more are limited by differences in material science.

Not every otherworldly object can remain unchanged in this world; the Federation's records already contain far too many cases of this.

For example, the supposedly invincible giant radish passed down among transmigrants turned into scrap iron upon passing through the Heavenly Gate; likewise, certain peculiar spellcasters who came here directly became ordinary mortals, and some even began to suffer sudden bodily collapse upon arrival, dying quickly……

Clearly there are obvious differences between worlds, but the woman understood at the moment she saw the Beta Magic Blade and its box that, at the very least, this pair of devices had a close connection to her homeland.

In many transmigrants' mouths, this is the item of the Bellephras transformation device, and it indeed comes from a universe close to her own homeland.

Although the worlds of 'New Ultraman' and the 'Ultraman Series' differ, this power is shared between them.

"Can you use it?"

Mataal, who had been reviewing the experiment log, suddenly looked up at her, also because he noticed that reality differed somewhat from what he had expected.

In the information he originally obtained, this thing was a near‑rebirth 'giantization technology' lightweight product capable of granting him the power he needed.

However, in Frontier Lighthouse's research report, this thing's 'taste' was very 'picky'; the vast majority of beings lacked the compatibility to use it, and even when they used data from some transmigrants to select Earth residents of the Holy Terra Federation for experiments, they still failed.

It seems there is also a gap between the Earth people of this world and those of the other world, but compared to that, Mataal—who is not an Earth person himself—felt his hopes were slim, with a sense of having been deceived.

"What about reaching the power of those Ultramans?"

He refused to give up, asking his partner, but saw the partner directly reach for the Beta Magic Blade, pick it up, and examine it.

"Of course, but I never intended to let myself use it."

The partner holding the Beta Magic Blade reached out another hand toward the Beta Box; the box was swallowed by a strange space, and she lifted that hand, her fingertips gathering pale‑yellow specks bit by bit into a card.

Correspondingly, far away the Aire King, already struck down by the Executor and gradually fading, lay on the ground.

"You look discouraged? Cheer up—don't forget what I had you do yesterday; with that tool, you still have no reason to worry about working in vain."

The woman said, inserting the Aire King's card into the partner's body; at that instant, the somewhat ferocious and frightening face of a Pete Star person truly appeared.

"Two Worlds Safety Bureau!" "Heaven Gate Safety Bureau!"

"Nobody move! Drop your weapons!!" A sudden shout rang out from the black crack splitting the void in mid‑air; the woman and the man both turned their heads at that instant toward the people rushing out of the dark fissure.

Aomo: "……

Like a convoy of bread‑people, three rows of individuals surged from the slit, each aiming their weapons, forming an impenetrable human wall that blocked the youth who had just emerged pushing a cart.

Perhaps unintentional, merely following habitual positioning.

Perhaps intentional, after all, the youth, though an important assistant, remained fragile.

But in any case, looking at the uniform backs before him, feeling that even standing on tiptoe he could not see Aomo ahead, his mindset shifted slightly.

He had never before felt such a desire to grow taller.

He is only nineteen; considering the natural age for male height increase, there is still opportunity.

Even if he could see nothing, he could hear that proud female voice:

"Beta System—this is the device that can truly unleash the power of the monster cards, even surpass the original version, and is exactly what we need; feel it well, Mataal."

Bang!

Someone had already opened fire, using the most traditional yet easily modified firearm.

The moment they realized the opponent had no intention of lowering their weapon, they pulled the trigger; even though their space‑tearing overload bullet shattered the current‑formed barrier, it still missed the woman.

At the instant he fired, the woman also seemed to press some part of her strange weapon.

Blazing electricity expanded outward from the man's body, instantly enveloping the woman, while the overload bullet that entered produced no muffled grunt or cry of pain.

At this moment, someone raised a shield, someone retreated, someone pressed forward, yet none of this could impede the already‑transformed lightning beam from piercing the metal dome, carrying the woman away without a trace.

Then, amid the Executors' bewildered stares, a deafening roar came from behind, and the trembling earth shook their balance.

Aomo turned his head far earlier than they did, sensing the vibration of the card case in his pocket as if resonating, and he saw, under the countless searchlights, the Aire King's form completely transformed—its shape now wholly like a gigantic dragon.

Is that really the Aire King?

Many who saw it doubted this perception.

Their impression of the Aire King was the earlier yellow‑spotted monster; before them now was something that seemed to have leapt out of a Yu‑Gi‑Oh card……

Bluish‑green massive claws, huge ferocious wings, powerful lines, blue crystals arranged regularly along the spine; the only familiar feature left was the narrow yellow crystal‑shaped eyeball.

…That faintly flickering black pattern on the back of the wings could perhaps be counted as a link to its former self, but that connection amounts to only two points.

Compared to the Aire King, it looks more like the shining star from the neighboring card game.

"……Hyper Aire King……

At that moment someone spoke out, drawing the gaze of countless Executors.

The focus fell on that special youth, who stared blankly at the reborn beast, uttered a 'connoisseur's comment,' then suddenly recalled something, jerked his head back—only to see the human wall.

"Sorry, could you make way?" he hurriedly called out.

After speaking, he even wanted to raise his hand, a sense of urgency distorting his usual courtesy to the point of wanting to shove the other, but the Executors before him had no reason to block him; they exchanged glances, making way, and he finally could see the scene inside the laboratory.

"These are Frontier Lighthouse's property; better not touch them." An Executor reminded him thus.

Some Executors had already taken out their communicators to report the situation; their eyes were not on Aomo but on the distant 'Hyper Aire King' still flapping its wings upward.

The monster had intended to fire a dark‑red crescent blast right away, but at the critical moment the spaceport's defensive shield, which had just resumed operation, blocked it.

But the shield, covered in cracks, looks like it won't withstand a second hit.

Fortunately, a second later we heard countless whistling sounds arriving from the sky—those were numerous giant armors relying on mobility and transport craft, rushing ahead to attack, among which were not lacking the giant mechs registered as 'Gundam' and 'Zaku', as well as many more lightweight small mechs.

Also, the emergency lighting device of Heaven's Gate City used to deal with nighttime disasters, an artificial satellite light source, turns night into day.

They drew the giant beast's attention away, allowing this side to continue reporting the situation steadily.

However, when reporting the monster's name, this liaison couldn't help but glance at the young people walking toward the experimental specimens at the edge of the test field.

This person who provided everyone with the clue to the criminals' whereabouts seems not intending to withdraw from this dangerous battlefield.

But this doesn't hinder more Executors acting according to new orders, preparing to reorganize and receive reinforced armaments to counter that obviously B-threat-level Haipa Ailei Wang.

It's time to leave here, although I'm concerned about that newly activated Heaven's Gate, but that is handled by personnel from other departments.

Then, as Aomo observed those imitations of the Beta Magic Blade, he was somewhat obsessed but was shouted awake by Morrison; upon turning back, he saw only one Executor still beside him.

"You're not planning to leave?" the Executor asked.

He bears a similar duty of protecting or monitoring the clue provider, which is why he stays here, and he greatly hopes Aomo will make a choice, at least to leave this unsafe place.

"I want to ask, can I contact the business personnel of the Frontier Lighthouse? I want to buy one of these."

Aomo pointed to a similarly hovering Beta Magic Blade before him, its form ninety percent similar; looking at the Executor's pupils, they practically shone.

"Those two criminals straight-up stole the goods; the Security Bureau will surely contact the Frontier Lighthouse people about this, right?"

"Could you do me a favor and pass along a message?"