Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

“They are enemies now,” Samuel interrupted him.

Regardless of the reason, Muchini's decision to have alien beasts prey on humans means he can no longer stand with them.

As a weapon of the Yapools, Samuel was always restrained by Estend, preventing him from committing further irreparable crimes.

Muchini clearly lacked similar figures in his circle, and given his tendency to steer everything towards topics like "gods" and "religion," therefore...

Samuel believed he should stop Muchini. He wasn't sure if Muchini had also been turned into a "doll," or if his mind had been possessed by an unknown force, or if it was all Muchini's own will.

The Order of the Lightbringer lost its power in Muchini's hands, and Samuel knew that perhaps the truth was the worst he had ever guessed.

Chapter Fifty-Four: The Quagmire of Obsession

"Sakura? I dreamt about you again."

Jun Sakuma was already used to the dense forest filled with white mist, and simply asked the illusory person in the mist in a casual tone, "Did you see the letter I wrote to you?"

A cold, pale face pressed close again, its featureless features almost touching: "I hate it so much..."

“Lefflia is dead. It’s what killed you.” The husband grasped his wife’s hand and held it gently, afraid that if he used too much force, Sakura Sakuma’s hand would easily dissipate like real mist.

"I hate……"

“I took Karin on a trip, and she saw the last snow melt in Hokkaido.”

"Why are you……"

"She's been eating a lot of sweets lately, I should take her to see a dentist soon."

"I can't find my parents and Shota..."

“My parents live in our hometown, and Shota takes care of them. He even called last time to ask if I wanted some vegetables I grew myself. It was a bumper harvest.”

The white mist was chilling to the bone. Sakura Sakuma stared at him with only her eye sockets remaining: "Jun, you're in a lot of pain."

Jun Sakuma gently hugged her back, holding her form loosely in his arms. Strands of her hair fell onto his face, scattered with a "thud," and then coalesced again a little further away.

"Sakura, after we defeat the alien beasts, I'll tell Mom, Dad, and Shota the truth."

"Then you can rest in peace."

White fog

The lingering dream dissipated.

The vast landscape dimmed until it turned completely black.

Jun Sakuma raised his hand and found it was a silver arm.

"Samuel?"

Suddenly there was movement in the darkness. Jun Sakuma could not see clearly, only a vague outline.

The enormous thing was rapidly approaching him.

The sudden roar was deafening!

"Die!"

……

The person trapped in the chaotic dream was startled awake. Jun Sakuma touched his forehead and found it covered in cold sweat.

Then he came to his senses and found that the shrunken Samuel was sitting on the pillow looking at him.

“You’re calling for help,” Samuel said.

Jun Sakuma pulled out a tissue to wipe his sweat; he felt he needed to take a shower.

“I dreamt of a dark, howling thing,” he said. “It sent me to hell.”

“Then…” Jun Sakuma glanced at Samuel: “I found myself fighting alongside Muchini.”

Seeing that Samuel did not react, he carefully continued, "In my dream, I was above a dark sea, but I was not sure if the sea was beneath my feet... It was all dark, and a dark thing rushed towards me. I could not see anything."

"I found myself shouting at Muchini to concentrate, and we rushed up to fight that dark, gooey thing."

“A lot of… alien beasts emerged from the sea? Muchini called them ‘monsters’,” Jun Sakuma found a water glass and gulped down a bunch of cold water, finally feeling a bit better: “There were too many of them to fight them all. That dark thing smiled at me and said something like, ‘No god will come to save me, see you in hell.’”

Then he rubbed his equally sweaty short hair: "Did I shout 'Help!' a lot?"

Samuel nodded and pointed to the doorway.

He turned his head and saw the guest sleeping next door standing there with his eyes still heavy with sleep.

“I thought you were in danger,” Himeya Jun said, still clutching the Evolution Trustee in his hand.

Jun Sakuma opened his mouth: "Ah... it turned out to be a nightmare. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Let's continue to rest."

“Dreams may foreshadow something, so don’t take them lightly.” Jun Himeya said this to him very seriously. He then looked deeply at Samuel sitting to the side before turning back.

Samuel was resting his chin on his hand, seemingly lost in thought. It wasn't until Jun Sakuma returned from showering that he saw him stand up: "That wasn't a 'premonition'."

"what?"

"You must have dreamt of the time when the 'evil god' of Vitamori was defeated and then returned."

“Vitamori…no wonder I was calling for Muchini to fight; what I dreamt of was actually your memory?”

Samuel nodded seriously and said, "It shows that we are becoming more and more in sync."

Jun Sakuma couldn't help but laugh, then coughed lightly to cover up his suddenly high spirits: "I'm an excellent human host, this little bit of tacit understanding is nothing."

……

"Lord Samuel, I have something I'd like to ask you."

The young man with black hair and blue eyes was a little embarrassed. He had a nightmare last night that woke up Samuel, who was resting nearby, causing Samuel to squat by his side and watch over him until dawn.

"You said."

"I dreamt that I was in a city, surrounded by many monsters. The people in the city looked somewhat like us, and there were giants both inside and outside. Was that... a battle between gods?"

Muchini was terrified by the scene he had dreamt of, fearing it was the future of Vitamori—countless monsters eyeing the people of the city with predatory intent, their numbers so vast that he doubted there would be enough people in the city to feed them all.

The giants were no longer the only "gods." He discovered that the giants in his dream seemed to be divided into two factions, one guarding the city and the other assisting the monster, fighting each other.

My God, not only Vitamori, which is torn apart by darkness, but even the gods have begun to fight each other!

“Don’t be afraid,” Samuel guessed what he was thinking: “That’s in the past, it won’t happen in Vitamori.”

“But, the ‘prophet’ always tells us not to take any omen lightly. I was thinking… maybe this is a warning.”

"What you are seeing is my memory."

"Huh? You've never mentioned it to me before." Such a horrific battlefield...

The silver-light figure told him, "Don't rely too much on the 'prophet's' instructions; he is merely sharing his own experience with you."

Muchini hurriedly looked around, afraid that others would hear him. Seeing that no one was around, he whispered and leaned forward: "Those who underestimate the 'prophet's' instructions will all be unlucky. He is conveying a 'divine oracle'."

"Humans do not need gods. You build your own ships, build your own cities, and invent your own writing and language."

Muchini appeared even more uneasy: "Don't say such things. If that's really the case, then... what are you?"

"I am not a god, and the giants you dreamed of were not gods either."

"Ah... but you have such great power." Muchini still remembered the feeling of defeating the monster with that power. As long as that power remained, he had nothing to fear!

But Samuel replied, "What's more important is a strong heart."

"A strong heart cannot defeat the monster of reality." Muchini was still bewildered.

"If you don't have a heart that matches your strength, you will be devoured by the monster within."

The young man, who had only recently gained power, had only a vague understanding of this statement; he was stunned.

After a while, I suddenly felt the chill of the early morning and wrapped the blanket tighter around myself.

The phantom of the being of light stood beside the pillow, its warmth gently brushing against the young man's cheek. He heard the being of light say, "You may have dreams like this again. Don't be afraid."

"Then, aren't you afraid?" Muchini asked.

Samuel chuckled. "No."

"Muchini, keep moving forward. Otherwise, everything in the past will be meaningless."

Chapter Fifty-Five: People Under the Shadow of the "Demon King"

While Jun Sakuma was happily reuniting with his teammates, the small group of reporters and photographers were also busy.

The team, temporarily named the "Truth Investigation Team," arrived at a mansion on the outskirts of the city.

It occupies a large area and has a stylish design. Although it looks a bit dilapidated because no one lives there, it is still a private house with its own yard, quiet and spacious.

Even the well-traveled and knowledgeable Neki Jinzo couldn't help but sigh, while Junpei shouted without any regard for his image, "This is Mr. Horokusa's house?!"

The photographer, who said he could film anything for a big enough payer, even sticking his head inside a crocodile's mouth to photograph its back teeth, smugly declared, "This is my retirement fund."

Qi Xia craned her neck to look into the overgrown yard behind the fence. Her intuition told her there must be many grasshopper nests inside. She noticed the windows with thin wooden planks nailed to them and wondered, "Why does this house look so eerie..."

“Hmm,” Baolucao took out a key and opened the iron gate: “There was a murder case there, so it was bought very cheaply.”

Qi Xia quickly pulled her head back from the door line.

Bao Lücao strode in as the homeowner, saying, "The case was solved a long time ago, it's nothing. Can a living person be scared by a dead person?"

The group followed him closely. Qi Xia dared not go into the lawn to kick grasshoppers anymore and walked obediently in the middle of the bluestone path. Runping carried the equipment as if he were carrying a gun. He always felt that if he took a step out, a ghostly hand would reach out from under the stone slab, and the earthbound spirit would grin at him and say that he had stepped on him.