Ultra: Heroes Don't Ask Where They Come From

There was no sound for a moment.

The aroma of tea rose with the white mist and slipped into the noses of the two people. The air in the abandoned building filled with the smell of decay seemed to be dispelled, and it became quiet and peaceful.

It was broad daylight, and the temperature in the abandoned building was slightly warmer than outside.

The Metronian retracted his body, and after two seconds of silence, he said to Xia Long who was drinking from the teacup as if nothing had happened;

"You already knew?"

"I'm curious how you knew that."

Metron sighed helplessly, the emotion contained in this action was very sincere. He also picked up the teacup and took a sip;

"Seven is a tough enemy, but not an invincible opponent. I searched for some information about his battles. Now the word Nongmalt has become a taboo word, but it was not at that time. At that time, I became interested in the 'strange alien' hiding in the sea. I think I am quite knowledgeable, but I can't find a match for the so-called Nongmalt. I looked up the information and found that the interstellar civilization that recorded the planet Earth called the dominant intelligent nation on Earth 'Nongmalt' among the aliens. I think this is quite interesting."

"And I happen to be a person with a little curiosity and patience." When the Metron people mentioned the Nongmalt people, they paid attention to the other party's expressions, but did not see anything unusual.

"The real contact was three years after Seven left. I saw the Nongmalt people with my own eyes and learned some truths. Since then, I have lost some interest in the Earth. She is too complicated. Although beautiful, she is not suitable for an invader like me."

The cosmic being, who was mysterious and strange in the eyes of the Metronians, asked;

"What do you think of Seven?"

"It's hard to answer this question."

The Metronian paused for a moment, thinking about what the guy opposite him wanted to do, and then said;

"I have lived on Earth for a long time and learned some interesting things. Take Japan for example, they have a special company for temporary employees. The life of a temporary employee can be comfortable or difficult depending on the situation, but generally speaking, since they are not their own employees, it is normal for them to be ordered around at will, so it is hard and tiring. When they leave, they will drink a lot at the cocktail party. They may not get drunk, but they will definitely feel relieved in their hearts and think, 'I finally left this company.' But maybe the next time they go to a worse company, they will be used and exploited like running hamsters, making them complain and resentful, and they have to clean up their own messes. It is normal for them to swear never to come back after the work is over."

The Metronian took another sip, then put down his tea, pointed and said;

"But after thinking about it, I'm afraid there is no worse working environment than here. You have to bear the work of humans while hiding your identity, fighting against every alien and every monster, often in danger of your life, and without salary and benefits. Even so, you are satisfied with your work and even prostrate yourself. Isn't that too strange? He is not even forced. He plans to continue working after the work is finished. When he heard that the company was in danger, he treated the company as his own home and rushed to help. Once or twice, it makes people suspect that there is something wrong with his brain - to put it simply, he was overwhelmed by emotion." Metron shook his head, "He was a little irrational. From the perspective of an earthling, he might be very happy, but from the perspective of an alien, that guy has become an earthling."

"You mean Seven?"

"Invasion is an unjust activity, but I have never heard that star observers are experts in solving such activities. Moreover, there are innumerable problems in the universe, but he only focuses on the earth. Isn't this too strange? But from my current point of view, I find it very interesting." The Metron smiled when he said the last sentence.

Xia Long: "You don't need to get out of here alive."

"Excuse me, I no longer intend to invade. I have changed my ways and have done many good things in the past thirty years. I think it is more important to preserve the kindness and love of mankind than to let them lose their kindness and love and destroy themselves. I am determined to do so."

The Metron alien said hurriedly and solemnly, putting his hand on his chest, looking very solemn.

Disdain the autonomous consciousness of intelligent life forms, care about the environment and nature, have a cruel side but also have a compassionate emotion that makes people feel extraordinary and mundane. This sentence is quite twisted when you think about it carefully. What kind of environment can cultivate such a mentality... After thinking seriously about whether to kill the Metron people, Xia Long looked at him coldly and asked;

"What are the side effects of that pink spray you used before?"

"It can keep people in a happy mood for three to six hours. It mainly increases certain secretions. I can't say it's completely harmless, but it definitely won't harm your health. It's a good thing that will have no effect after just a few days of use. If I want to wholesale it, maybe I can eliminate their drugs, which is also a good thing."

The Metronian almost felt that he could no longer guess the other party's thoughts and intentions, so in order to save his own life, he answered every question and was very cooperative.

“Where can I find the Nongmalts?”

Metron pondered over this question, but this contemplation only lasted for a few seconds, because in the middle of hesitation he remembered the giant monster that was said to emit black fog and the tragic death of the Galo in a previous incident. After a pause, he continued to answer honestly;

"If you want to find the Nongmalt people, the only advice I can give is to go to China or Egypt. I don't know where else you can find them."

Xia Long intended to ask about the Nonmalt people from the beginning. Although this might have been due to his sympathy before he came to this entire Ultra Universe, it was more due to his experience on Ian.

But if I really wanted to ask, I thought I'd squeeze every bit of value out of the Metrons, so I asked something else at first.

After asking a few more questions and confirming some things, and having no other doubts, Xia Long stood up and asked in a cold tone:

"The last question is, you are willing to create the illusion that you have left the Earth. What is your plan for staying on Earth?"

The Metron at the table had his hands on his knees, seemingly lost in thought for the first time.

After a long while, he slowly said:

“I want to see how the sun sets on this planet.”

“Witness how the sunset sets?”

"Yes, it is no less beautiful than any other planet. This beautiful and rich planet, I want to see how it will end."

The Metronian whispered, melancholy:

"We invaders never care about human beings. What we care about is the beautiful earth. We never appreciate what we have until we lose it."

…………

Another ten days later.

China, below the Yangtze River.

Under the rolling waters of the Yangtze River, at the deepest point, a huge monster opened its eyes, revealing red and yellow pupils, and silently dug underground in the Yangtze River. The river water was rolled up, the sand was spreading, and this super beast dug more than 300 meters in just a dozen seconds, leaving the people on the shore staring at the abnormality of this mother river in doubt.

After digging for more than 1,400 meters, the core device of the God of Destruction detected a tiny abnormal energy. The biological weapon let out a strange giggle that made people tremble unbearably, and began to use the tentacles on its back to slowly penetrate into the soil, and finally inserted into a hard obstacle.

The tentacles scraped up and down, digging out the dirt slightly, and bubbles bubbled upward to reveal what looked like an artificial wall, dim in the dark water.