Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

When I came out, I realized it must have been an afternoon of some day; I don't know if it was the second or third day.

When he found Jun Himeya, the sky was truly filled with stars.

He was hungry and thirsty, so naturally he couldn't carry the person down the mountain. In fact, he was already exhausted after digging someone's head out. He didn't even have the strength to brush the dust off himself. He didn't dare to call for help, for fear that instead of getting help, he would attract "white-coated scoops" with bottles and jars.

"You're awake?" Jun Sakuma leaned closer to Jun Himeya, whose head was the only part of his body that had been dug out. "Someone was afraid you'd be taken away by the 'White-Clad Sieve,' so they buried you first. Is there really a connection between human hosts? I felt you'd be here after walking around for half a day, and I dug right up to you every time."

Like digging up yam seeds.

Himeya Jun stared at him silently.

He recalled how Jun Sakuma had buried the stone's wings before. "Do you guys have a habit of burying things? Thank you for digging me up?"

“You should also have the black cube he left behind,” Jun Sakuma said, taking out his own to show him. “Don’t throw it away. It’s thanks to it that the ‘White-Clad Sieve’ turned into a real broken sieve.”

Himeya Jun nodded and finally uttered his first words: "I can't throw it." His hand was buried, the soil was compacted very well, and it wasn't twisted or stuffed into a hole. His fingers were pressed together against the seam of his pants, his posture was standard, blood flow was smooth, and there was no soreness or numbness. He was extremely good.

"Can you get out by yourself?" Jun Sakuma asked frankly, as candid as a weathered salted fish: "I can't dig anymore."

Himeya Jun moved his body, then a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Sakuma Jun watched as he loosened the loose soil, twisted his shoulders a few times, and with a "whoosh," freed one hand. His movements were swift, and he didn't seem like a wounded soldier who had been recuperating at his house for many days.

A short while later, his left arm also came out and began to dig the soil pressing on his stomach.

"Are you healed?" Jun Sakuma was afraid that this guy would pretend to be injured and commit a crime, but seeing that he had no pain expression at all, he couldn't help but ask.

"It should be alright now." Himeya Jun himself didn't remember what happened. He was almost pierced through Mephisto's domain, which made his consciousness blurry. He barely managed to hold on and defeat him, and then he knew nothing more.

He thought he would have to rest for many more days, but when he woke up he was full of energy, and even his old injuries that had been lingering for days were so healed that he could only feel a slight discomfort.

He quickly pulled himself out of the pit where Shintaro Hirata had buried people, brushing the dirt off his clothes. Jun Sakuma saw him, paused, and reached into his clothes as if looking for something.

“You can’t make a phone call. TLT has been watching you for a long time. If you haven’t changed your SIM card…” Jun Sakuma thought he was trying to contact the outside world, but then he saw the other person suddenly turn his head to look at him. The next sentence successfully left him speechless.

"The believers in evolution have disappeared."

Himeya Jun said, "He seems to have... healed my wounds and then disappeared."

Chapter Sixty-Seven: The Darkness of Inheritance

With the addition of Jun Himeya as a fresh force and a skilled trailblazer in the mountains, Jun Sakuma was finally free from living like a savage in the deep forests.

They cleaned off the obvious dirt and dust from their bodies, finally looking like normal people, before finding a black cab at the point where the ring road connects to the city.

I wouldn't dare take a licensed taxi; those are well-managed, and they might be on TLT's camera network. I can only make a living by taking unlicensed taxis. If anyone tries to rip me off, I'll teach them a lesson in the former officer's slang and apprehension techniques.

He directed the driver to stop at a location not too close to his home. Jun Sakuma shrugged and pulled out the spare cash he had hidden in his work ID to pay the bill. The two of them then zigzagged around the surveillance cameras.

Just as Jun Sakuma was completely disoriented following Jun Himeya throughout the mountains, Jun Himeya, following Jun Sakuma around avoiding surveillance and wandering through alleys, was also completely lost.

They confirmed the date in the black car: the battle with Beelzebub took place on the evening of the 13th, and it was now the early morning of the 15th.

Jun Sakuma thanked Jun Himeya for his skillful wilderness survival techniques, which saved him from starving to death without food or water. Jun Himeya then asked him if he had thought about what to do when he went back to work.

"I've made up my mind. I drank too much at the izakaya and lay there until the afternoon of the next day. Now I need to hurry back, get ready, and change my clothes so I won't be late today!"

War photographers, whose working hours are very flexible, don't quite understand the perseverance of those who work long hours and have to clock in and out.

When Jun Sakuma returned to his room and saw the scene inside, he felt a pang of heartache.

When Karin realized they weren't coming back, she dismantled all of her father's Lego sets and arranged them into the words "I hate you," placing them on the bed so that Jun Sakuma could see them clearly as soon as he opened the door.

Karin, who was crying as she went to school again, didn't quite understand the persistence of the adults who were living a life of debauchery in izakayas.

“I have to prepare two self-criticisms,” Jun Sakuma felt like a huge “misery” was etched on his forehead: “One for Commander Shudo, and one for Commander Karin.”

……

Abandoned shrine.

The man in the black robe slammed his black trench coat onto the ground with a "thud" like he was throwing a sack.

Gorokijin never expected that his boast before the battle, "Don't make me save you," would turn into a counterattack by Nexus and the Night Raid's small planes, making him the one who needed to be saved.

Just as he hadn't expected Saijo Nagi to approach with a suicidal charge, blasting all the scattered spider missiles into his eyes, and Komon Kazuki actually went crazy with this vice-captain.

Life is always full of surprises.

The same is true of the world of the Dark Giants.

Beelzebub disappeared.

Muchini is holding its "wreckage": a ball of blue light debris.

The pale blue light shone on his face. He glanced at what appeared to be a living Mizoroki Shinya, then ignored him and rolled up his sleeves.

A healthy hand begins to lose flesh and blood from the wrist, first the skin, then the muscle tissue, and finally only a little bit of fascia and blood vessels remain coiled on the skeleton. By the time it reaches the elbow, only the white bone is still functioning.

Gouli Mujin also felt a chill run down his spine. He finally caught his breath, slowly got up, found a place to rest, and watched as Muchini put his hand into Beelzebub's ball of light.

The bluish substance seeped into the flesh and blood, and visibly, the long-dormant blood vessels came back to life, pulsating and extending.

Muchini looked down at his newly grown, bluish-gray skin, lost in thought.

“Hey, that’s Beelzebub,” Gorokijin naturally recognized what someone possessed by a monster looked like, and he couldn’t help but ask, “What are you going to do…”

“I want power,” Vitamori’s “divine son” turned his head, a fire clearly suppressed beneath his indifferent eyes, making even Goroki Makoto feel a chill: “I want the power to dispel illusions.”

“If Beelzebub can’t do it, then I will—kill that imposter of Lord Samuel, steal his light, and return to my universe to bring back the real Lord Samuel.”

Gou Lümuzhen had heard him repeat "Lord Samuel" countless times before. When he saw that the person he was talking about had suddenly become an imposter, he was not only completely confused, but also suspected that his mental illness had worsened.

He continued, "The Lord has issued a divine decree to eliminate Komon Kazuki while Nexus is asleep."

Gorokijin had never seen the "master" he spoke of. Coupled with his sometimes normal and sometimes crazy thought process, Gorokijin always believed that the so-called "master" was a product of his imagination, just like a paranoid person always feels that there are countless people sharpening knives in the corner, ready to harm him.

But this time he had a sudden realization: could it be that... the "divine revelation" conveyed by this extremist was not a figment of his imagination?

crunch.

The two men turned their gaze to Muchini's arm, which was reaching into the ball of light.

The white bone was covered with a layer of fascia, and a bluish-gray thread-like structure bound itself to it, extending into a network of blood vessels. Muscle fibers began to emerge from the wrist, connecting and arranging themselves in an orderly fashion. They were also the color of the "monster." Muchini's face was gloomy, and the intense discomfort made him want to stop immediately, but the thought that "this must be a test from 'the Lord'" made him stand still, his arm stiff.

"Everything for Vitamori."

Gou Lümuzhen also heard him muttering to himself.

"This is the responsibility of the 'Child of God'."

Hardened skin had grown on his once-sounding palms, the skin texture on the back of his hands was more prominent, and the joints were raised high. The tingling and itching sensation made Muchini frown involuntarily. His fingernails suddenly extended, taking on a sharp, hooked shape.

Muchini turned his wrist, bending and straightening his deformed fingers, staring blankly at his sharp nails—perhaps it would be more appropriate to call his hands "claws" now, the tips of which gleamed with a cold metallic light in the dim air.

The Ultra Warriors will destroy those monsters.

The sea breeze was just right that day. The young man with curly black hair held the Medal of the Light Chaser in his hand and made a solemn promise to the girl he admired.

The girl's eyes reflected the morning glow, and she returned his gaze with the same clear eyes.

Okay, good luck then! Be careful not to get hurt.

“Daheti, now… I am a ‘monster’,” Muchini opened his mouth and found that his teeth had also begun to become sharp. He could clearly feel the curve of the sharp teeth when he licked them with his tongue. “Don’t worry, the ‘monster’ will still remember to bring everyone back to life and rebuild their homes.”

Goroki Makoto completely suppressed his mocking mood and silently watched as bluish-gray carapaces appeared on Muchini's face, as if something was crawling out from under his skin, twisting his muscles, and turning his human-like appearance into a monstrous face.

Aren't you afraid I'm a bad guy?

Suddenly, Muchini remembered the little girl he had seen when he returned the Medal of the Light Chaser.

She was incredibly brave. When a stranger broke into her room in the middle of the night, she wasn't afraid at all. Instead, she simply admired the stranger's appearance with her bright, innocent eyes.

"Elf, are you the elf from the Kingdom of Tatland? Are you looking for Princess Arya or Witch Mag?"

The ear fins disappeared, the skeleton grew and extended, and finally transformed into a blade-like outer ear.

Muchini touched his face, only to feel a hard, rough "shell" covering his hands. It was probably the same thing as Beelzebub's skin, similar to a lizard's skin.

In this position, she probably wouldn't recognize "Mr. Elf" anymore; instead, she might mistake him for an "evil dragon" that should be slain.

His hands hung down, elbows turned outwards, revealing a layer of armor outlined in his bony shell. His body swelled beneath the black robe, the sounds of his skeleton and muscles twisting and contorting filling the air, sending chills down one's spine.

But Muchini's expression remained unchanged; he only kept muttering:

"Everything for Vitamori, everything for Vitamori."

Blue light fragments flowed continuously from the arm into the black-robed man's body. The sound of flesh and blood churning was very similar to the sound of a beast chewing its prey, making Goro Mujin wonder who was devouring whom.

In the end, all the bones, muscles, skin, all...

Their past was all hidden beneath an inhuman exterior.

After being defeated, the "demon" gained a new successor.

Its eyes open to be the moon, its eyes closed to be night. It breathes out scorching storms, its long tail coiled behind it, easily cleaving through giant rocks with every movement. Only its pair of sapphire blue eyes silently gaze at the boundless torrent of darkness.

Many years ago, Vitamori's "son of God" also gazed into the darkness in the same way.

The "evil god" was hiding in his consciousness, tempting him to hurry down the cliff, where there were dark, towering rock walls below, and he could see nothing at all.

“Aren’t you tired of spiritual practice? They’ve placed the title of ‘God’s Child’ on your shoulders, making demands of this and that, but they’ve never seen you as ‘Muchini’.”

“Cultivation is indeed monotonous, but I’ve gotten used to it,” he said, stepping one foot out, his mouth dry and his heart pounding. “There has to be someone to be the ‘God’s Child,’ right? As long as there are one or two people who can treat me as ‘Muchini,’ that’s enough.”

As soon as he finished speaking, light suddenly rose from the bottom of the cliff, like a fireplace suddenly lit in the cold winter, and he felt an involuntary sense of closeness to it.

He withdrew his foot, and the "evil god" cursed as it was dispelled by the overwhelming radiance, and even the biting wind was warmed by the light.