Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

He reached into his pocket and took out the Evolution Trustee.

No abnormal fluctuations were detected from the alien beasts, and the Evolution Trustee is currently lying quietly in my hand.

"What's your name?" Jun Himeya tried to communicate with the light.

However, just as he always encountered the unknown giant in his dreams, it did not speak; the dim crystal did light up briefly before disappearing again.

Upon hearing his question, Samuel replied from the kitchen, "His name is Nexus."

"How did you know?" Himeya Jun noticed the crystal flash again.

“Faust said,” Samuel was now puzzled, “that you fought so many battles, and he never told you his name?”

One person washes the dishes quickly. Jun Sakuma seems to be contemplating life in his consciousness space. Samuel has to finish the rest of the work by himself. When he comes out wiping his hands, he sees Jun Himeya holding the Evolution Trust in his hand.

Are you from M78? Your human host has fought alongside you for so long, and you haven't even given your name?

That's so irresponsible!

The crystals twinkled.

[Oh, and also, the damage you sustained in battle was transferred to your human host. You're not some half-baked student who ran away from the Land of Light before finishing your studies, are you?]

That's incredibly unethical!

The crystals flashed even more rapidly.

Jun Himeya felt that what he was holding was getting hot.

"Are you really mute?"

Jun Himeya looked down and found that the Evolution Trustee had never been flashing so frequently, like a leaky light bulb.

Yes, I've also felt that way before—uncomfortable being suddenly transported to a strange world.

Someone seems to have mistaken the brilliance of the Evolution Trusters for a novice.

But don't push yourself too hard. Like I said, you're not fighting alone.

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Jun Sakuma's Unemployment Plan

Jun Sakuma's house isn't big, but with a little tidying up, it can still provide a study for guests—well, it's a guest room now.

"I'm so sorry, these are the only bedding we have at home." Jun Sakuma apologized repeatedly, patting the two neatly folded items. One was covered with fresh little flowers, and the other had a picture of a dog rolling around that Karin liked.

The dog rolls around on its mat, covered with delicate little flowers.

Jun Himeya always felt that since the plane crash, his life seemed to have gone completely off course.

For example, the "suitable person" in front of me—no, he calls himself the "human host"—suddenly changed his expression—it was Samuel again, squinting and saying, "How many days has it been since you took a bath?"

"..."

Himeya Jun recalled the days when he would scoop up stream water and drink it when he was thirsty.

Then the expression on the other person's face changed again. Jun Himeya could now accurately identify who was speaking to him, for example, if it was Jun Sakuma himself:

“Watch your words! Ah, I wasn’t talking about you,” Jun Sakuma said. “It was my oversight. I do have a few new clothes. If you don’t mind, you can use them for now.”

"Dad! You promised to teach me basic arithmetic!"

"Hana-ri, don't worry, uh..." Jun Sakuma called out as he turned around, then turned back and said quickly, "There are spare toiletries at home, in the cabinet to the left of the sink. Just take them without hesitation. Be careful to avoid the wound. Don't run out before you recover. I dare say there are countless cameras searching for you right now. You can't stay in that spaceship forever."

Himeya Jun nodded, and Sakuma Jun smiled with relief, then cheered up to go and explain the problem to Karin, preparing to raise his blood pressure.

After Jun Sakuma left, Jun Himeya picked up the Evolution Trust and seriously considered whether it would also try to possess someone like Samuel.

……

For the next two days, Samuel spent most of his time sleeping in his consciousness space, only coming out to wander around at mealtimes to keep an eye on Sakuma Jun so that his daughter and the patient wouldn't die from overeating on the spot.

Karin found it strange that this Uncle Himeya had been living in her house, but considering that he would help her with her homework, she decided not to ask.

Although Dad's excuse, "Ah, Uncle just started working here and hasn't rented a place yet," sounded utterly ridiculous.

Jun Sakuma, however, did not escape the "overtime" hell he had anticipated. Every day after returning home, he still had to do some routine work:

For example, they could delve into the database to compile the "white-clad sieve's" activity records, analyze their deployment patterns based on their trajectories, and then tell Himeya Jun that if he really wanted to go out, he should show his face in those areas less often.

As a former police officer, Jun Sakuma is well aware of counter-tracking methods and the perfect techniques for "harboring fugitives".

"Why would I ever use such a technique..." Jun Sakuma said silently.

Silently shedding tears, she carefully pulled out a memory card she had smuggled from the hot spring town.

That was Horokusa's camera memory card, which contained crucial photos of the Battle of Onsen-gai.

He was involved in the memory erasure mission in the hot spring town, so he had ample reason to search the target's storage media and a good chance to intercept a small, inconspicuous item.

"They're really brave," he exclaimed. Images of giants fighting monsters flashed across the screen, all taken from very close range. Even with zooming in, some of the angles couldn't be captured from a distance.

He hovered his mouse over the "Format" tab.

“These photos?” Jun Himeya saw what was on his screen.

“It was taken by a photographer named Horikosa, who took great risks. It wasn’t easy, but…” Jun Sakuma said, “releasing it would cause panic.”

"The photographer?" Jun Himeya silently watched as Junichi Sakuma flipped through the photos, which were clearly taken at great risk.

He could understand Bao Lucao's thoughts. Back then, he had gone to the battlefield with the same passion, hoping to show the world the most authentic and unknown things.

He later regretted it. For these things, he had frozen Sera's smile forever at an age when she had not yet blossomed, which went against his original intention.

However, from another perspective, the fact that has been established cannot be changed, and these photos documenting the deaths have become proof that the people in them were once alive—it's a chillingly dark humor.

“Don’t delete them,” Jun Himeya said. “Horokusa, he took these photos and came back alive?”

Jun Sakuma moved the mouse away: "The person is alive, but their memory is erased, and they forget all these things."

“I forgot to tell you,” Jun Sakuma tapped the TLT logo on his work notebook, “I’m a memory police officer. My job is to block information about alien beasts and Ultra Warriors to prevent panic.”

Public opinion work? Jun Himeya, who worked at a newspaper, was an industry insider, so he quickly realized the key issue: "In that case, it would have to be completely blocked."

Jun Sakuma sighed, "Samuel thinks the same way...that's why we're under so much pressure. Look, it's such a small memory card. If it gets lost, it'll be a problem. We can't keep using random reports to cover it up. After all, it still got leaked and left some clues."

Why not leave these clues?

"what?"

Meeting the questioning gaze of the other party, Jun Himeya said, "People will have to face the alien beasts one day. TLT cannot be kept secret forever. Your purpose is to deal with the alien beasts that feed on fear, not fear itself."

In that case, releasing information about the alien beasts gradually, guiding people to speculate, allows the fear to dissipate slowly as the truth is revealed, which is better than releasing explosive news one day.

"That's right!" The shoddy reporter, who routinely wrote fake news, suddenly realized after being enlightened by a professional that while his job was indeed to block intelligence, in essence, it was to prevent the alien beasts from easily obtaining food.

What if people gradually accept, or get used to, the existence of alien beasts, no longer fear them, and even start to join the fight against them?

He abandoned the "format" option and instead began backing up the photos on the memory card.

A simple plan outline begins to take shape:

Just as the "Memory Police" flooded the sewers with clicks, he could have combined these photos with the reports and hidden them in urban legends, thus gaining the upper hand!

It needs to be interesting and suspenseful! It should be a late-night bestseller!

With the occurrence of the Alien Beast incident, there also needs to be a serialized version!

The public spreads it as an interesting story. Once a large audience base is established, try combining it with the "truth" of the memory police who stormed into the underworld as evidence, guiding people to search for the wonderful "coincidences" themselves.

TLT has nothing to say but can only desperately trace the source of the report. At that time, the "anonymous publisher" will likely become a thorn in TLT's side.

However, Jun Sakuma possessed password access obtained from various bases, making it easy for him to monitor the progress of TLT missions. He could even tamper with reports, disrupt the reconnaissance line of sight, and put on a show of investigating himself.

Just hide yourself, cast a wide net, and publish your stories. As for how to polish the reports to ensure people find them interesting and are willing to share them...

Jun Sakuma has his eye on this "suddenly appearing" teammate, Jun Himeya.

"You used to work at a newspaper and were a senior photographer, right?"

Ji Yajun nodded.

"Can you write reports?"

The latter was taken aback: "I'm a photographer, and reporting is my job."

"Genlai?"

“Konzo Negi, the former editor-in-chief of the newspaper I used to work for.”

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Awakening and "Crisis"

"This is your plan? Not bad," that night, one of the "hermit crabs" finally crawled out of its shell and stretched: "Have you figured out how to contact Genrajinzo?"

“Whether it’s online or by mail, it will leave a trace. TLT can easily dig it up if they want to, so… I can only ask you to run the errand, Samuel,” Jun Sakuma said. “Use your speed, which even surveillance can’t keep up with, to send an anonymous letter to his desk! The story itself and the photos are all there. As the editor-in-chief, he shouldn’t mind polishing it up a bit to fill space in their newspaper’s ‘fantasy story’ section.”

"remember

"The police are going to leak information about the alien beasts," Samuel couldn't help but laugh.

This time, Jun Sakuma didn't refute, but instead showed a rare serious expression: "Actually, it's also for my own sake."

"How to say?"

“Seeing Himeya-san fighting so hard, I realized what kind of responsibility I bear. You’ve always been the one taking the hits in the battle, so I didn’t really feel it,” Jun Sakuma closed his notebook, and the room fell into darkness again. He whispered in the darkness, “People will have to face alien beasts one day, and I will have to face danger on my own one day.”

"Maybe I'm being too pessimistic. If, I mean if, my identity is discovered by TLT... or even if I die one day, I don't want Karin to forget her father after losing her mother."

Without any light, Jun Sakuma couldn't see anything, but he turned his head toward Karin's room.