One punch to an Ultraman, you say you are Golzan

The old Ueno area.

In the courtyard of a building unit.

The dripping rain slid down from the eaves above, passed over the white house under the eaves, and the several-meter-long circular corridor outside, and dripped into the puddles.

The walls of the house are light yellow on all sides.

More than ten workstations are lined up in a row, and the young people in neat clothes look calm.

Each of them sat in front of the erected architectural drawings, holding a ruler and pen to carry out repairs.

"what!!!"

Suddenly there was a cry of pain, and a man in a windbreaker fell to the ground along with the chair, holding his head.

A cry of pain and unbearable pain came out of his mouth.

Such a sudden change made colleagues afraid to approach.

Half a minute later, the man's condition seemed to improve. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and stood up.

The noise attracted the leader who came to him.

"Ikuta, what's wrong with you?"

"I just...had a headache."

The man called Ikuta covered his head with his hands, frowned and slightly relaxed, "But it should be fine now. It's much better."

"You're not fit for work."

The leader shook his head and said in a tone that could not be refused: "You go to the doctor today, and today's vacation time will be deducted from this month."

"Okay..." The perfect attendance award is gone again.

Katsuma Ikuta walked out of the courtyard with an umbrella in hand, feeling annoyed.

I looked back at the company where I work, with a look of deep sadness on my face.

He started dreaming about a monster last night. The monster's ferocious roar not only lingered in his ears from time to time, but also made his eardrums hurt.

There was also an extremely strange feeling tormenting it.

Maybe he really should see a doctor.

.......

A remote alley.

Ikuta stood at the entrance of the alley with a worried look on his face, glancing at the billboard above his head - a purple-green sign that read "Psychological Clinic on the Third Floor".

Sighing silently.

He went up to the third floor, stopped at the door and hesitated for a while, then pushed it open and walked in.

The moment I entered, my vision suddenly dimmed.

He walked in slowly.

What catches the eye are the various strange-shaped sculpture patterns on the walls of the hall.

Although it was broad daylight, the curtains were all drawn, blocking out all light.

The deep red lights overhead sprinkled down like a dance hall, painting everything around red.

A slightly weird atmosphere made Ikuta feel a chill on the back of his neck.

When he hurriedly tried to withdraw, a voice suddenly interrupted his action.

"Hello, welcome to the Mid-World Clinic."

Next to the refrigerator, a man in a white coat slowly walked out from the shadows on the side.

In his hand was a glass with the word "Paradise" printed on it in English.

Perhaps because the wine glass had just been taken out of the refrigerator, there was a wisp of cold air floating on it, and the bright red liquid in the glass swayed slightly with the man's steps.

"Relax, it's just watermelon juice."

The man seemed to see Ikeda's fear, smiled and said something, then put the wine glass on the shoe cabinet in the entrance.

The gentle smile like a spring breeze immediately dispelled the fear in Ikuta's heart.

There are no monsters or demons in this civilized society.

"Did your doctor recommend you come to me?"

The man kept smiling, pointed to the sofa and motioned for Ikuta to sit down.

"Uh, yes."

Ikuta sat down stiffly. The soft sofa and the music playing in the living room made him gradually relax.

"Soothing music helps people relax. Would you like a glass?" The doctor pointed to the watermelon juice.

"That...is not necessary!"

"Your last name is Ikuta, right?" The doctor slowly approached and stopped in front of Ikuta after getting the confirmation. "Tell me about your condition."

"I..." Ikuta paused as he looked at the doctor in front of him, as if considering whether the other party was worthy of knowing his secret.

After a short pause, he continued, "I don't have much appetite, and... I always hear the sound of monsters in my ears."

"Oh?"

There was a flash of surprise in the doctor's eyes, and he slowly retracted his hands behind his back into his sleeves.

"When did this start?" the doctor asked.

"Ah, it all started from the dream I had the night before last!"

When talking about the pain point, Ikuta sighed deeply, his expression completely relaxed, and introduced in a complaining tone: "I often have very strange dreams."

"And I've been dreaming about monsters these past two days, which has kept me awake."

"So, you know the image of the monster?" The doctor's tone rose.

"Uh, yes." Ikuta nodded hesitantly.

"Then please take out that monster, maybe I can figure out the source of the problem."

The doctor quickly took a pen and paper from the table and handed it to Ikuta.

"Okay." Ikuta responded, looking at the doctor with a little confusion in his eyes.

He felt that the doctor was more interested in the monster than in him as a patient.

Even though I sensed something was not right, since I was already here, I had to cooperate.

He focused his eyes on the white paper, the tip of the pen slid, black ink appeared, and soon a painting that satisfied him was drawn.

"Ikuta-kun, I didn't realize you have a talent for painting?"

The doctor drank a glass of watermelon juice and walked over quickly. While looking at the shy smile on Ikuta's face, he reached out to take the drawn paper.

puff! !

The moment he saw the painting clearly, the doctor took two steps back and the liquid in his mouth almost spurted out.

He took the paper and placed the picture in front of Ikuta, "Are you... sure the monster looks like this?"

On the white paper, there was a monster that looked very sloppily drawn, slightly sideways.

The two eyes on his face, one big and one small, reveal a very intelligent look.

One fat arm slouched down to his waist, and his mouth was two fat, sausage-like lips.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that a monster's beer belly could be taller than that of a drunkard!

The psychologist murmured in his heart after making eye contact with the other party again and getting confirmation.

So the monster ate too well and retired.

Gained weight?

If he hadn't seen several equilateral triangles and a stick tail behind the "drunkard".

And with a pair of slightly curved large horns on its head, he would never believe that this was a monster.

But a psychiatrist is still a doctor after all.

He took a deep breath and returned to normal, then continued, "In your dream, were you attacked by this... monster?"

Ikuta shook his head decisively, "That's not the case, and... I seem to have done a lot of violent things inside that monster..."

As he spoke, his tone became somewhat ashamed.

The doctor looked at the heavy chest of the monster in the painting, pondered for a moment, and suddenly said, "Mr. Ikuta."

"Huh?" Ikuta looked up in confusion from his painful memories.

"You've been heartbroken, right?" the doctor said calmly.

When Ikuta heard this, he immediately stood up excitedly, "You are indeed an expert, you can see it at a glance!"

Ah.

The doctor chuckled, but did not point it out, and continued:

"Dreams and reality are intertwined. Although your case is rare, it is not incurable."

"So? You have a way to heal me?"

Ikuta asked excitedly. This problem had troubled him for two days and he felt a little exhausted.

Following the doctor's instructions, Ikuta paid the auscultation fee and a sleep-aid tape and left.

Watching Ikuta leave,

The doctor closed the door and the room immediately became silent.

Under the scarlet light, the entire hall seemed to be stained with a layer of sticky blood.

"Father, you don't even dare to kill the human who came to your door?" a cold female voice sounded.

At some point, a figure in a black robe sat on the sofa where Ikuta Tsuyoshi was sitting.

She has a fair face and a dignified temperament, but what is inconsistent with her appearance is her mature and plump figure that cannot be concealed even by the black robe.

It creates a sharp contrast with the slightly immature and beautiful face.

A pair of seductive long legs were casually raised, with bare feet resting on the coffee table.

The ups and downs of the skirt fully exposed the firm and tender skin and the perfect curve of the legs under the black skirt.

"What do you know!" Faced with Onuma Keiko's teasing and provocation, the priest turned around and cursed without mercy.

"Ok?"

Following the ultimate move, Qingzi let out a light exclamation.

Behind her, small Kiri people in the image of Kirieloid suddenly appeared.

Confronting the priest standing at the door from a distance.

A tense atmosphere filled the living room for a moment. The priest's face was still stern, but his skin began to tremble and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

When Qingzi was about to get up with the ultimate move, the priest finally couldn't hold it anymore, and his expression melted like ice in an instant.

"Hey, relax! Why make such a fuss? I'm just saying I'm unreasonable."

Seeing the expression on Keiko’s face ease, the priest continued to explain: “All I think is that there is a special, uncontrollable power in that guy.

Maybe we can use this power to do something.”

"By the way, Qingzi, have you changed into a human body again? This is so beautiful!

I've long thought that the previous body was not good enough, it was too immature."

"..."

Only when he saw Qingzi sitting down did the priest's machine gun-like comforting words finally stop.

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time a sense of alertness rose in my heart.

These Kiris, with the help of their Lord, have gained too much flesh and blood energy.

He had become so much stronger without even noticing.

As he was secretly alert, "Looks good, right? Come and try it."

But he saw Qingzi slowly half-lying on the sofa, unbuttoning the black robe on her body, and waving at him with her slender jade fingers.

Looking at the whiteness in front of his eyes, the priest's eyes widened, his two sharp teeth stretched his lips apart, his eyes gradually turned red, and he pounced on him quickly.

"Be gentle~" a gentle and mournful voice sounded.

So after leaving Ikuta,

There was a new noise in the living room.