This Ultraman Has No Morals

"Asshole... was tricked, that kid is Worm, damn it, he was so messed up by Jack, I was too nervous yesterday, if I found out that it was Worm earlier, I wouldn't have lost my composure yesterday, huh, today's routine But it's useless to me, Jack, since you sent Worm to me, don't blame me for being rude, heh heh."

"Crack..."

While he was thinking, the iron door opened, and Tregia saw Worm coming in, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Hey hey, if I'm not mistaken, you are Worm, disciple of Noah, the future of Kingdom of Light?"

Worm carried a large bag and placed it at the gate of the fence.

"Yo, you're recovering pretty quickly."

Tregchia learned to take the initiative to attack this time. He took the lead in sticking to the railing, and stretched out his hands to Worm outside.

"Don't you like to laugh, don't you? I thought about it yesterday, and I think it's actually quite interesting. Keep going."

Worm put down the big bag behind his back and began to rummage.

"No, you're too disgusting to laugh..."

"you.."

Worm searched for a while, and took out a piece of blank paper, the most common blank paper, which was eliminated by the Kingdom of Light for many years.

"What do you want to do?"

Worm stood up holding the white paper and asked in a low voice.

"Tregear, I remember you used to be a researcher, right?"

Tregear retracted his arms and laughed.

"Hahahaha, I am the same now. Why, you want my research results? Just a piece of paper? Not to mention whether it can be recorded, the key is that this kind of rubbish material is not worthy of carrying my great research results!"

Worm nodded.

"That's good. As far as I know, researchers have a common problem."

"Do you want to say that the blue race is physically weak, but I am different. I am not weaker than your red race, and even stronger. Let's fight if there is a way to undo my seal!"

Worm wondered.

"When did I say you were weak?"

"Oh, you just don't have the seeds. It's a pity that the future of the Kingdom of Light is such a timid and fearful person. You kid has no seeds."

If it was replaced by Zero, Tregear's aggressive method would definitely work, but the opponent would be Worm, a seven-thousand-year-old fritter.

Worm folded the white paper in half once, crushed it to death, and then opened it. A clear crease appeared on the white paper.

"Is there anything I can do to you? It's enough for my wife to know about this kind of thing. Oh, yes, I'm sorry. I forgot that you don't have a wife. I heard that you are single? Huh?"

Worm made a disgusted expression on his face, but Tregia didn't change his face.

"Women will only delay the progress of my dream. When I become the overlord of the universe, what women can't find it?"

"That makes sense, but you're still single."

"How can you be so ordinary to understand me? If you want to use women to attack me, I welcome it, because it's useless."

Worm shook his head.

"That's not true, I just want to say that I have, and this is what hit you."

Seeing the blank paper Worm held up, Tregear sneered.

"That's it?"

"Don't worry, watch it..."

Worm held the white paper with both hands and slowly tore it apart against the creases. Everything was so perfect at first, and the paper was torn apart smoothly along the creases.

This movement seems to have some magical power to attract Tregear, making him stare at the movement of Worm's hand intently.

"Stab!"

But suddenly, Wurm pulled hard, and the paper instantly became two halves. The upper half was a straight crack, and the lower half was an irregular slanted edge, which was full of rough edges.

"Do not!!!"

Tregear screamed miserably as if a child had died.

Worm calmly threw the torn paper aside and took out a small folding iron plate from his bag again.

"The biggest problem with your researcher is obsessive-compulsive disorder, Tregia, why don't you guess what I'm going to do this time?"

Tregear put his head in his hands.

"Asshole... I won't watch it, I won't let you succeed, as long as I don't watch your trick, it's useless."

Tregear turned his back, Wurm opened the iron plate and turned it into a blackboard.

Then he took out a fork.

"squeak"

The fork slid across the blackboard, making a piercing sound, and Tregchia hurriedly covered his ears, his body trembling.

"stop!"