Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

If the bird were willing to fly down, they could still look across the water, but it seemed too weak to fly, with the merciless flames licking its wings.

A golden crack lay across the body of the being of light. Far away, yet everywhere one could hear the shouts of people and the muffled rumbles—whether from a tsunami or a volcano, it was impossible to tell.

Muchini, however, heard a sharp, shattering sound, like glass breaking.

"Don't go...you can't go..." He tried to make a sound, but in the end only a whisper as faint as a mosquito's buzz could be heard.

The wind blows from the high sky.

Warm and gentle.

Like a star burning its last embers, or a star in its twilight years bidding farewell, its radiance, carried by a warm breeze, wanders far and wide, from volcanoes to oceans, from wastelands to ruins.

That was the hand that lingered on each of its cherished possessions before parting.

Muchini tried to grasp the ephemeral wind, but how could he succeed? The wind slipped through his fingers, chilling his tear-stained hands to the bone.

The people who were rushing towards the spaceship stopped in their tracks and turned back as if they had realized something.

There, the source of all light, the giant's body, vanished, leaving only a handful of golden shards slowly spreading outwards and surging into the flames. Each shard of light burst forth with a tongue of fire, spreading like wildfire across the sky.

Wherever the flames reached, the "evil god's" claws and fangs had nowhere to hide, like melting snow exposed to the scorching sun.

When the last henchman turned to ash, the scattered fragments of light no longer merged with the silver flames.

They twisted together, forming eleven stones, which were placed at the crucial point. Chains extended from the stones, securing the Vitamori, which was about to fall apart, back together.

"We don't need to run away anymore."

The "divine child" looked at his hands, his palms were empty.

“Lord Samuel?” he called tentatively in a soft voice.

At this point, a little luminous person should fly over and ask him what problem he encountered, or whether he still wants to go to the beach to see the ocean tides that he never gets tired of seeing.

But this time, there was no reply.

“…Daheti,” he didn’t know how he managed to say the rest of his words, nor did he remember how he felt at the time: “He’s gone.”

"Before people could react to the upheaval," Muchini whispered. He looked up at the sky again, greedily trying to capture every last wisp of silver flame that had not yet dissipated.

The aftershocks of the volcanic eruption and the earthquake and tsunami were still lingering, but his words struck Dahti like a thunderclap.

The girl's tears were still wet as she gazed into the distance, following Muchini's line of sight. The silver light had faded, and the sky was once again a clear, azure blue.

The light from the parent star pierced through the torn clouds, casting beams of light.

She watched as the lava cooled and fell into the sea, the wind caressed the seabirds' downy feathers, and crabs burrowed into the sand cautiously poked out half their shells, their beady eyes fixed on the volcanic island that suddenly appeared ahead.

The golden butterfly disappeared into the beam of light, the clouds dispersed and the rain ceased, leaving only a fleeting, breathtaking sight.

Muchini will never forget that day.

The Vitamori were given a chance to extricate themselves before the cataclysm.

But they lost the ability to walk in the world.

"God".

Chapter Sixty-Three: The End of the Wish

"Don't even think about leaving me again!"

Muchini looked at Beelzebub with eyes already stained with blood. The dark particles, originally hidden in the shadows, could no longer hide after the space was illuminated by light. They swirled around their host, restless due to the host's intense emotional fluctuations.

The "demon," with half his head missing, struggled forward. Muchini's voice wasn't loud, but it cut through the surrounding noise of the wind and the heavy, thunderous footsteps, penetrating deep into Beelzebub's consciousness.

The area encircled by the silver flames slowly expanded. Samuel could hear the whisper of every gust of wind, the trembling of every pebble, and the undercurrent of every lava. The phase of the dark realm was difficult to maintain within it, and the invisible barrier gradually weakened. He could already vaguely see the river of lights flowing endlessly at the foot of the mountains outside.

The river carries the lives of all sorts of people, their laughter and tears.

A colleague, exhausted from get off work, clutches his briefcase and takes a nap on the subway; a couple strolls along the street like conjoined twins, the girl giggling as she puts a sparkly bow headband on the boy's head; a child throws a tantrum at his parents for not wanting to put down the TV, promising to watch a little longer if he doesn't make any mistakes on his homework.

No matter how many troubles we encounter today, we still need to eat and sleep. For those who are alive, in just a few hours, it will be a new day.

Samuel hoped they could see a new day.

He was unsure if his decision was too hasty, and he worried that Jun Sakuma would have difficulty dealing with TLT's investigation later.

But preceding this concern is the fact that if Beelzebub and Muchini are not stopped here, the "river" at the foot of the mountain will likely dry up today.

Muchini had already run down the cliff, but he could no longer calmly control his legs, and running turned into a series of falls and rolls. His skeletal body beneath his black robe rattled against the gravel. When he regained his balance and got up, his pale hair was covered in dust.

But he paid no heed to his own safety, letting the sand that had gotten into his hood fall down his collar.

Suddenly, the disheveled man in black robes burst into a tirade: "For the sake of these Earthlings, you scum who have bewitched you, you're going to abandon me again! If you dare do that, I'll drag this entire planet down with you!"

At the center of the radiance, the giant turned his head and listened attentively to his story, just as he had when they first met.

"I will use their souls to resurrect everything I desire! If one city is not enough, I will have another! If one planet is not enough, I will destroy another! ... Fate has given me such a 'nightmare' again. If this is the price for reuniting with you—then let this so-called 'fate' die!"

His scarlet eyes were wide open, starkly contrasting against the world stained with silver frost. He was a long-trapped beast, a ghost at the end of his road. Lonely time meandered like a black serpent. He had searched for too long, and just as he was about to grasp the illusions of the past, he was no longer willing to wait.

[Once we drive away the evil god, let's help everyone move back and rebuild the Sea of ​​Silver Sands, shall we?]

The Sea of ​​Silver Sands awaits reconstruction; where are you?

Light should go where it is needed.

The weakened Vitamori needs you, Daheti told me she misses you, and I keep trying to lie to people that the "Order of the Lightbringer" is still there and that you will surely return.

But even if I wait until I die of old age, even until I turn to ashes, I will never see your light in the darkness again, nor hear you say those words to me!

When the light fades, there is no divine mercy, no miracle of prayer.

Muchini lamented that he had met "the Lord" far too late. If it had been earlier... to be extravagant, if he had met Lord Samuel earlier, would everything have been different?

"Beelzebub!" His voice seemed to burst forth from his soul, enveloped by an intense will, with lightning tightly weaving around Beelzebub.

"Demon," tear that foolish fate to shreds and swallow it whole! "Lord" guides him onto the path of making amends, and he will never let the "nightmare" repeat itself!

Beelzebub suddenly accelerated, his not-yet-fully-repaired body crashing straight into the silver flames.

Smoke immediately billowed from half of its head. The speed at which the wound was damaged and healed was equal, with the granulation tissue and the charred outer shell intertwined and inseparable.

Muchini didn't care about its condition; he only wanted Beelzebub to succeed: to dig out the Earthling who had bewitched Lord Samuel. How could Lord Samuel bear to abandon him again? He only needed to remove the obstacles, and if everything went smoothly, he could dream of waves and sunshine tomorrow, no, today.

Just like Samuel would do for him many years ago after each tiring training session, a warm energy flowed over him, gently soothing his weary body and keeping it fresh and vibrant. When he opened his eyes again, Dahti was knocking on the door with a bucket, inviting him to go clam-gathering. Occasionally, she would give him string together seashells, carefully polished until smooth, as white and white as a young girl's skin.

He seemed to already see the white sand beach and the emerald sea. He beckoned and directed the lightning to focus on Beelzebub's grappling hook.

The dark realm deep within the radiance was burned away, and the starry sky once again entered Jun Sakuma's eyes, with thin cloud shadows silently half-obscuring the bright moon.

Under the seemingly slow-moving night sky, the damaged "demon" plunged into the flames, and golden shards of light immediately scattered and flew like dancing fireflies, with the giant standing at the end of its journey.

Samuel doesn't need to do anything; as long as Beelzebub stays in the center of the flames a little longer, his recovery speed will increase.

It will be far too slow to be burned to ashes. If it ventures deep into the ocean now, even if it turns back, it probably won't be able to make it out.

Samuel was unable to move, so his body became the best "fuel," and the ever-expanding wall of flames around him was the torch burning fully.

In countless midnight dreams, Muchini kept pondering his most feared "nightmare," wondering how he could have stopped the fall of light if he had possessed the power given to him by "the Lord."

The "demon" had its body burned away, but the remaining parts were even lighter, as if it were riding the wind. It raised the claws that had been carefully repaired. The rest of the body was pitted and uneven, but this one part was still as good as new.

Just as "Fuel" felt himself floating on air, about to travel with the stars, a sudden chill pierced his body, pulling him back to the ground from the sky.

No matter what the Man of Light did, Muchini knew that he had an energy-targeted node—a timer. Samuel had specifically told him that when deciding to withstand an attack head-on, he must remember to avoid this weakness.

Muchini remembered every word Samuel had said.

The grappling hooks converged into a polygonal circle with tangential joints, piercing through the area around the timer. The claw tips extended from behind, and a warm fountain of light particles splashed onto his hand. At the same time, the ever-expanding silver flames suddenly stopped.

An "earthquake" struck the space where Jun Sakuma was located. For the first time, a "boundary" appeared in the seemingly boundless space. Accompanied by cracks like broken porcelain, the brilliant white light dimmed to an unprecedented level, as if the power had suddenly gone out. Everywhere Jun Sakuma saw was filled with a deathly gray color.

Beelzebub continued to approach, his silver flames shattering and disintegrating into a rain of embers that struck the giant and the "demon".

“Yes, don’t let go, just like that…” Muchini bathed in the rain, almost greedily savoring its warmth, knowing he could grasp its owner in the next second. Since the “Day of God’s Fall,” life had plummeted like water crashing against a precipice, and now he had encountered light again. A brief encounter, yet it would turmoil his entire life.

He whispered, suppressing his roar: "Dig that Earthling out!"

The grappling hooks began to churn, and the blood particles of light that couldn't escape and rise in time dripped down from the tips of the claws that pierced through the back, pattering onto the ground that had cooled and turned black after being melted, like dreamy stars dragging their tails as they fell to earth.

The giant's gentle eyes dimmed considerably. Muchini thought that in the next moment he would see the human form, devoid of any fighting skills, lying at Beelzebub's feet.

Jun Sakuma kept retreating, and the cracks seeped in from the outside, about to cut to his legs.

Next, "Demon" should withdraw its claws and expand its gains so that Samuel can quickly revert to his gigantic form and allow Jun Sakuma to escape protection.

The scorching air has gradually regained the coolness of the night, and this battle should cool down at this time, bringing it to a close.

But Beelzebub did not move its claws; instead, it opened its other hand and embraced the fallen giant.

Sakura Sakuma opened her arms and embraced Jun Sakuma.

The wind blew and the clouds dispersed, the jade pot shone brightly, and amidst the interplay of clear shadows, Muchini's astonished face was reflected.

Chapter Sixty-Four: Never Apart

"I'm going to buy groceries now. What do you want to eat today?"

Today, my wife was wearing a long skirt and a cardigan over it, with a small purse for coins hanging from her wrist. As she was fastening her shoes, she turned to her husband and said, "Why are you still so confused? You'll be late for work if you don't go wash your face soon!"

Jun Sakuma yawned, rubbed his face, and slowly dragged his cotton shoes toward the washbasin as if in a daze.

Sakura Sakuma was amused by his appearance and laughed out loud. She lifted one foot, which was already in a shoe, and hopped to her husband, who was still talking to his sleepy foot, with her other foot, which was still in a sock. She turned her coin purse around and pressed the cool metal zipper against his face.

The latter shrank his neck and muttered, "You jumped back halfway through putting on your shoes again."