Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

Seeing that things were not going well, Dark Faust thrust his right arm forward, suddenly increasing the amount of energy he poured in. After pushing the cross beam back a certain distance, he decisively retreated before Samuel could finish charging up.

With its master's escape, the once-stagnant landscape of the Dark Realm could no longer be maintained. Black and red particles surged from the ground, like bubbles rising upwards in water.

The crimson world transformed back into the scene of a bright moon hanging in the sky outside, with the wind rustling through the treetops and the occasional chirping of night insects.

“Hey, Samuel,” Junichi Sakuma said, “there’s something I haven’t told you.”

"Ok?"

"On the day I 'died,' the alien beast that attacked me was a monster with vines, and on the vines... there were small bumps."

"I was entangled by those vines and passed out before, so I didn't see what it looked like. I only realized it today... that it is this alien beast."

"Samuel, why did the alien beast make Sakura's voice just now?"

Chapter Fourteen: Hiroshi Misawa's Holy Day

The next day, Jun Sakuma, yawning, appeared in the office on time.

Shintaro Hirata, all smiles, handed him a cup of hot tea: "Good morning, Sakuma-senpai!"

"Ah, there's no need to be so respectful. You've been here for almost half a year now."

"Okay, just call me Chun."

"Yes, Senior Chun!"

Jun Sakuma nodded helplessly and turned his gaze to the guy who was also looking rather listless.

Hiroyuki Misawa beckoned to him, then lowered his head and took a bite of dry bread.

Ah ha, a single dog who can't cook for himself.

The job of a memory police officer is not as simple as its name suggests.

Finding the target and erasing their memories of alien beasts and Ultra Warriors is just one part of a massive mission, like the tip of an iceberg.

Just like... Hiroyuki Misawa's hair was hanging down in a mess, and there was actually a person growing underneath it!

Today's fieldwork was taken by the young girl. Of course, the three seniors and heroes, including Jun Sakuma, couldn't bring themselves to compete with her for the job. So, after Saya Shuto led Mizuki Nonomiya away, the complicated housework piled up on their shoulders.

The work process is actually "simple".

The first step is to determine the possible sighting time and location range, centered on the location where the alien beast's vibration wave appears.

The second step is to access the monitoring network and exchange information with the traffic management department (strictly speaking, MP obtained permission unilaterally from the traffic management department) to obtain information on the people appearing within the designated area during that time period.

The third step is to connect to the public security network, confirm the identities of those individuals, and exclude those who have already been stopped at the scene and had their memories erased.

Those who stay at home are relatively easy to deal with, but those who travel for business or leisure are more troublesome, and those who travel abroad are the most troublesome.

The guys in the North American branch acted all high and mighty, completely ignoring the coordination letter sent by the Japanese branch.

They almost made a mess of things several times, but the tactical execution unit over there (called the night raid team here) was effective enough to deliver a helicopter airdrop and bring the target to their doorstep.

The fourth step, and the one that all memory police officers dread the most, is to access the communication network, obtain information from the communication company, and filter out phone calls made from the targeted crowd within the time frame of the sighting, before the TLT (Traffic Lightning Trap) activated its signal jamming.

After all, some people realize they may not be able to escape, and in despair, they often decide to call their families to give their last words. If their families are within the branch's jurisdiction, that's fine, but if they are outside the jurisdiction, a coordination letter must be sent to other branches.

Fortunately, the task was not that urgent, because after the target returned home safely, his family would usually think that he was drunk and dreaming when he made that phone call, and some would even give him a mental examination after the target strongly protested.

Recently, Ultraman appeared, and Meta Realm stored the alien beasts inside, saving the Memory Police a lot of trouble—so Ultraman are extremely popular among this group of miserable people.

Aside from the one who stood there dumbfounded for half a day last night, creating a large number of eyewitnesses.

However, only the Night Raid Team A felt the joy of having Ultra Warriors around. Teams B, C, and D all lived in the base like temporary hideouts, working non-stop all day and nowhere to be found. They could only be seen landing when repairing airplanes.

The maintenance crew had a very poor opinion of them.

Of course, the memory police occasionally have extra tasks—cleaning up the mess left by the anti-biological weapons disposal unit (ABWD).

Those guys got so excited when they saw the remains of the alien beast that they lost their bearings, their eyes glued to the disgusting chunks of flesh. I wonder if they had some kind of writhing alien beast in their heads...

As a result, when cleaning up the scene, they often forget some "minor details".

For example, some people record their suicide notes on their phones and upload them to their email, hoping that their loved ones will see them when they die a violent death.

The roars of the alien beasts in the background and the booming of the Chromium Chester flying by are undeniable.

Some of the bolder ones would take a blurry photo and a short video, then skillfully post it on social media—and the memory police would be in an uproar.

It's not that deleting posts is troublesome; you can't delete them all, after all, the police force's memory is limited. What they need to do is fabricate a few strange reports and submit them to newspapers and video websites with whom they have a deal, using traffic to flush all that stuff about alien beasts down the drain.

Hiroyuki Misawa was a master of this, producing reports such as "The Loch Ness Monster has come ashore! It can even speak human language!" "The Emperor's treasure has been discovered! The condition for opening it is..." "Shocking! Why are the villagers worshipping an octopus!"

If Genrai Jinzang knew about this, he would probably want to strangle him, break his pen, and force this disgrace to the journalism world to leave.

But Misawa was tired. He didn't want to write these boring "Approaching Science" articles; he preferred to go out in the field.

He was willing to clean up the messes of the anti-biological weapons disposal department, the "white-clad cleaners," whom the memory police called "white-clad sieves"—as long as he could get away from this damn pile of files that were growing far more than he was sorting out!

That's right, after a case involving a monster is resolved, there is often a huge amount of records and files!

They also need to categorize people by name, because if the same person's memories are erased multiple times, their information must be given to the hospital for close monitoring to prevent any long-term effects. There was a case of an unlucky person who, after being hit by alien beasts five or six times and having their memories erased, developed early signs of Alzheimer's disease.

That pile of files, the unfiled parts alone, already took up nearly half the space in the office!

They entered their workstations as if they were walking through a maze!

This is simply because TLT's top management are all conservatives.

He suffers from obsessive-compulsive disorder, feeling that the organization's network is insecure, and likes to make paper backups of everything, which are then stuffed into the lowest-level confidential warehouse by a dedicated person, kept at a constant temperature, and regularly disinfected and dusted.

Jun Sakuma, Hiroyuki Misawa, and Shintaro Hirata—none of them wanted to do the final, and most troublesome, task of organizing the files.

After staring at each other for a long time, they activated their "final contingency plan" once again:

mora.

The system is rigorous, with matches played in pairs, best of three.

If Jun Sakuma used to worry about his luck, now he just smiles and says nothing.

In Shintaro Hirata's eyes, "Sakuma-senpai is becoming more and more unfathomable!"

Perhaps it was bad luck, but Hiroyuki Misawa lost to Shintaro Hirata once again.

He looked ashen-faced as his junior bowed repeatedly, saying, "I'm sorry, senior," and then buried himself in the pile of files with a bunch of messy documents, adding, "I can help you move the materials, senior."

Haha, I feel like I'm drowning while hugging this file.

Thank you, Shintaro.

You're welcome, senior.

Chapter Fifteen: The Visitor

Jun Sakuma has escaped the hell of files, and now he has the job of contacting telecommunications companies to screen calls.

In addition, out of office camaraderie, he also took on the task of writing all sorts of nonsensical fake news.

Because Shintaro Hirata called him "senpai" so sweetly, he unconsciously adopted the airs of a "senpai" and bravely took on some of the work for his junior.

"Ah, since Shintaro, you really aren't good at this, then leave it to me for now. Learn from me."

He regretted it as soon as he said it.

Samuel, who was resting with his eyes closed in his consciousness space, uttered two words: "Idiot."

"I...I was just showing concern for the newcomer," Jun Sakuma tried to argue.

Samuel, with his head drooping as if still dozing off, looked utterly irritating to Jun Sakuma: "According to Earthling stories, people become smarter after 'dying' once."

"Watch your words!"

Then he finally noticed something was wrong. Samuel was no longer the metallic-faced, bulbous-eyed man; he had changed into a human!

"What is this? I've never seen this face before. Where did you find it... Can alien beasts transform into human form?" Jun Sakuma stopped what he was doing, which was opening various "Approaching Science" websites to broaden his thinking. He carefully "examined" the guy squatting in his consciousness space.

She looks very young, and unlike her mouth which always "uses the wrong words," her face makes people feel close to her unconsciously.

His smile is like the first rays of morning sunlight—it would be perfect if he didn't also say something sarcastic.

"I've already said, I'm not a monster," said that mouth that always seemed to poke at people's lungs with strange points. "Did the memory eraser affect me?"

Jun Sakuma was instantly enraged. He turned his anger towards the website plastered with a bunch of "horrifying" and bizarre stories, and furiously typed out a line:

"Instant riches! Aliens with tusks! Every part of them is a treasure!"

"Heh." He heard the resident in the consciousness space laugh.

"This is terrifying! UFO researchers have discovered that trespassing is actually..."

Shintaro Hirata looked up at Jun Sakuma's indignant figure as he typed away: "As expected of a senior, he's already come up with two news stories in such a short time!"

After Jun Sakuma packaged the fake news and heavily photoshopped images and sent them via a special account to newspapers and social media sites that had insider deals with TLT, he finally heard Samuel say something:

"The name of this person is Aiba Yu."

"Oh, is that the Earthling name you mentioned last time? You guys really know how to come up with Earthling names?" That's really meticulous planning for infiltrating Earth, fantastic.

"...'Samuel' also comes from Earth's religious texts."

As a dignified memory police officer and a believer in technology, I am truly sorry for my natural aversion to religious texts.

"There's one more thing you forgot."

"?" I didn't forget that the teacher told me to have Karin bring her craft project today; I didn't forget that Karin wanted to eat rice tonight, but without perilla leaves; I didn't forget to pick her up from Rina's house at 5 pm!