Ultra and the Super Robots

...Maybe Don Meg was overthinking it. If they all wanted Jet, then Jet was not created by them.

Besides these two tribes, who else knows about Jetton? They even created an enhanced version of Jet?

Tang Meg couldn't think any further.

Only after the problem was completely resolved and the risk of resurrection was eliminated did Tang Meg allow everyone to return. After returning Black King to the capsule, Tang Meg drove the Big-O away from the battlefield.

...I missed a Jetton. It wasn't near the Jet, but on Tazi's side. That special Jetton was taken away by someone and is now in his hands.

Looking at Jetton in the capsule, the man in black leather jacket raised the corners of his mouth into a strange smile, and finally left.

Finally, Tang Meg once again returned to the container filled with the mysterious liquid. Waiting for her body to recover normally was impossible; she had to speed up her recovery so she could fight at any time.

Fortunately, this wave soon passed and some ordinary monsters came. With the help of the Monster Squad, Earth still had a brief period of peace.

You seem very tired... Do you want to close your eyes?

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Keigo Masaki sometimes has a terrible dream.

That day, darkness swept across everything. The technology that people were so proud of completely failed in the darkness, as if the very laws of nature had been twisted. In this catastrophe, humanity had no chance of success and ultimately perished.

But at one moment, a switch was suddenly triggered in the red giant's body, and some kind of energy in the body began to pour out, starting from the earth and all the way to the edge of the current universe.

What happened after that, Keigo didn't know. He had a hunch that the red robot was their final weapon, but before that, they had to keep resisting.

He needed to do something. He was going to join SKaRD.

When he woke up, he looked at the time on his phone. It was still early in the morning, and he could have continued to sleep at this time, but suddenly a senior sent him a message.

Note: There is no alcohol in the bar.

"Keigo, I'm free today. If you're still awake, come have a drink?"

The man was a TPC employee named Munakata Seiichi, his senior. However, he seemed to be working in South America, and he had the time to come here.

Reminiscing about the past, Jingwu remembered that it had been nearly a year since he last met this senior. The arrival of the monsters had kept them busy every day. Civil engineering was a big moneymaker, and when the monsters arrived, there was a need for some repairs.

"I can't sleep either, so I'll go see him."

Sleeping is common, but opportunities for formal communication with seniors are rare.

Zongfang is taking a day off today. For someone in his position, being able to take a day off is already a good thing.

He invites people to a bar for a drink, but his friends know him well enough to know that he doesn't drink at all. He probably only drinks milk and orange juice in the bar.

They killed a corpse monster this morning. It was called Silizan. It actually pretended to be dead and then died for real under fire.

They're so underestimated! They must not know that this Earth is protected by the great TPC! Space bumpkins.

He passed by a bar called "Dark Bar." The outside was decorated with flowers and cute characters, which was quite unique.

The lighting inside the bar is very good, and somehow it doesn't feel stuffy in this seemingly enclosed space. The surrounding decorations are also unique, with some cosmic-themed whimsical ideas.

"Wow!"

A cute surprised cry, and someone fell to the ground, her face looking quite painful. When she stood up, you could still see her face was rosy.

This person has short, slightly fluffy light yellow hair and bright eyes. He is not tall, about 1.5 meters, and is wearing a brown long skirt. He is a waiter here.

"hello!"

Completely unconcerned with Gang's embarrassing performance, the man's cheerful smile infected everyone else, and he seemed to be a natural.

Zong Fang asked, "Do you have any milk here?"

To be honest, Munakata learned this over time. He didn't dare to ask directly before. Asking for milk in a bar always felt a bit embarrassing.

The waiter nodded repeatedly and replied, "Yes, yes! Wait for me, right away! Please sit here for a moment!"

She left in a flash, but Zongfang was worried that she would fall again.

Sitting at the bar, Munakata rarely got to spend some time in the box outside. He was at the base almost all day, never finding time for leisure activities. A chat with his family might last only a few minutes, and then something else would inevitably come up and keep him busy.

Feeling his body relax, Zongfang had an idea: Can he stay a little longer?

It’s not that the conditions in the base are bad, it’s just that this body really wants to get in touch with other things. Even if it’s earthworm milk that he has never seen before, it can bring new opportunities to his life.

"Here's your milk."

The waitress who arrived was a female waitress with long black hair. She was well-dressed and looked young, yet she exuded a serious aura. This seriousness made it possible for people to focus on her words without distractions.

Zong Fang actually knew someone similar to her. She was quite far away from him now and would not be able to come back for a few months.

A few months? According to Earth's current monster data analysis, their weapons currently have little impact on powerful monsters. If they really faced such a monster, it would be like microorganisms gnawing on a living elephant.

Fortunately, they had the help of Gaia during this time. But Gaia's disappearance sounded the alarm for them again - humans should strengthen themselves.

In fact, they have always been working on self-improvement, but they just haven't had the time.

Zong Fang shook his head, trying not to think about unnecessary things and just enjoy the holiday.

Drink the milk. Zong Fang could tell the difference between different brands of milk. With a single sweep of the back of his tongue, he knew the milk was of good quality.

Thinking about milk safety, Zongfang became worried again. Nowadays, almost all dairy products have added hormones, and a 14-year-old child looks almost like an adult.

"Munakata-senpai."

Muneka looked to the left and saw that Keigo Masaki, dressed in casual clothes, had arrived at the agreed place.

The corners of Zongfang's mouth rose slightly, shaking the milk in his hand. "You are really good, kid. You have become a member of SKaRD."

“I just got to the point where I was needed.”

The two of them started chatting as soon as they met, from work to the future of the Earth, and their conversation was always about the safety of the Earth.

The waiters here were quite idle. This wasn't a crowded bar, and with only two waiters, they had plenty of time to spare. The two who had just met Zongfang were playing flying chess.

"Tatafu, you lost again."

"Not necessarily! Look at my Gaia's SV form!"

"Then I'll let Big Mazinger Z destroy you!"

It seems that what the two said will appear in the future.