[This is a follow-up document and will be published. If everything goes well, it may come back in June]
Because of some classic rescue plots, I was killed by a dump truck.
However, no Ultraman came out and said that he wanted to be one with me. There was only one system that said that it was moved by my selflessness and was willing to give me a chance to be resurrected.
But in exchange, I had to be its agent.
Worked gloriously overnight.
However——
Me (pained): I swear, I really want to help, but my vest is too weird.
[Vest No. 1: The unlucky guy with Conan's physique·an ordinary passerby]
Defense Team Member: ... Why is it that every time there is an incident involving monsters or aliens, you are always there?
I am being abducted by aliens/trapped in a place infested with monsters/being chased by sharks by various weird creatures: Haha, yes, why?
Me: Regarding this question, I am also looking for an answer:)
[Identity 2: A consciousness claiming to be a super ancient priest·Classic Riddler]
Human Body No. 123456 (Pain Mask): What on earth are you talking about? I don't understand that kind of thing——
Me (apologizing on the surface but feeling happy on the inside): It's true, but we Riddlers can't speak human language.
Give your boy some strength. Jpg
[Identity 3: A hawkish leader who is uncertain and extremely indifferent]
Me (cold): Even if I die, die outside, or jump from the headquarters, I will not trust Ultraman at all.
It's still me: (while insulting and dissing others, providing foreign aid)
Others: ... This guy has a really tough mouth.
Deep cabinet?
[Identity 4: The decadent guide at the top of O50 warriors]
Kai and Jagula (Not Devastated. Ver): Excuse me, do you know the way up the mountain?
Me (building, window, run away): ... Listen to the advice of my seniors, this place is a mess, don't come here.
Intention: None
