Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

Vitamori's "Child of God" had been practicing asceticism since birth, his world consisting of nothing more than his home and church. The cliff in his heart was steep and precipitous, like a blade pointing straight to the sky. But from the day the Person of Light appeared, green grass and wildflowers began to grow on the cliff, the gray sky changed, the fierce winds were no longer rampant, and finally there were gentle moments.

The Man of Light taught him how to fight against the minions of the "Evil God," and the "Child of God" led the Man of Light to admire the wonderful sights of the Ocean Star.

They watched bioluminescent jellyfish in the Silver Sands Sea, scaring away many fish that were feeding at night; they outwardly listened to the "prophet" old man's lectures, but in private they chatted about Aunt Molly's superb cooking skills; they argued about Vitamori's faith in the gods, and in the end Muchini was always furious with Samuel's words that "humans do not need gods".

“You don’t have to attend church classes,” Samuel told him. “Go to a regular school like everyone else.”

"Wow, those are specially hired teachers, all highly respected elders. Just one walk around is enough to cause a sensation!" Muchini drew circles with force, as if holding a ball in his arms: "I've already allocated time to train with you. Taking up any more time would be too unreasonable."

"You want to go to school with Daheti."

"No, no, no, I don't want to!" he hurriedly replied, "...I can't think about it."

"If you want to go, just say so."

Muchini waved his hand so hard it seemed he could fly: “No, Lord Samuel! The ‘Son of God’ must set an example! He must be more devout and more self-disciplined than anyone else. I’m already grateful that everyone is lenient with me on small matters… Otherwise, I’d have to wear a ceremonial robe every day. You can’t train while wearing that.”

“Lord Samuel, if you keep saying things like that, it will put me in a very difficult position…” The young man scratched his head, then suddenly realized that this would ruin his appearance, and he still had to see the Prophet! So he quickly ruffled his messy hair and put it back in place: “Thank you for your concern, Lord Samuel. My situation is not as bad as you think. I am already very happy to be where I am now.”

Life was simple then, but he never found it boring. As the monsters were defeated one by one, more and more Vitamori began to believe in and worship the "Child of God".

He believed he couldn't disappoint those who had high expectations of him, so he became even more demanding, though his heart was filled with a riot of flowers.

Samuel often said disrespectful things, but he always stayed by his side. Muchini thought everything would proceed as planned…

As time goes by, the beauty in memories will be constantly polished and catalyzed into more intoxicating and colorful light and shadow. Muchini has forgotten the discord among his tribesmen, and forgotten that he once resented that "no one regarded him as Muchini himself".

He considered himself the "son of God" of Vitamori, loyal and unchanging throughout his life, until the end of his body's decay.

Muchini stared into the darkness.

He no longer expected the light to rise.

Chapter Sixty-Eight Breaking Through the Blockade

Newspaper.

Today is different from the past; there are an unusually large number of phone calls coming into the newspaper office.

Sakuta Megumi knew that this was all because of a "fantasy story" published yesterday—a masterpiece highly recommended by the president, Negi Jinzo, who requested that it occupy the entire page.

With its amazing imagination and highly realistic "photographs," it captivated audiences. Even Sakuta Megumi, who had reviewed countless manuscripts, had never seen such a "fantasy story" before.

Previously, most of the submissions were about snow mountain savages, myths and fantasy, and alien creatures. This was the first time she had seen a work that boldly set the background in the real world, at the present moment, and closely integrated it with current events.

Yesterday's article explained the recent "fireworks transport vehicle explosion" incident in the hot spring town as a war between giant creatures, which seemed quite plausible.

Half of the incoming calls were from colleagues congratulating the newspaper on its great sales, while also subtly inquiring about the photo editing techniques they used; the other half were from a surge in submissions, with countless fantasy writers waving their works and inquiring about publication requirements.

“This picture was sent to us directly by President Negi, and we’re not entirely sure how he did it,” Sakuta Megumi shifted the blame to Negi Jinzo, who had been away for an interview and hadn’t been seen since: “You can talk to the president in detail when he comes back.”

The newspaper staff here have been transformed into telephone customer service representatives.

Meanwhile, the "Truth Investigation Team," who were holed up in the haunted retirement house of Baolucao, were also busy.

The three photographers went to the top floor attic, which was still unfinished, to shoot spring fashion.

After all, if you don't work, you won't have money to eat.

The dust and cobwebs everywhere, the windows nailed together with thin wooden planks, the faint sunlight seeping through the cracks, and the stones and withered grass dumped into the room with a "whoosh"—it was the perfect backdrop in Qi Xia's eyes. If there were a few cracks in the walls, it would be even better.

Standing against this backdrop, dressed in fashionable clothes, with a world-weary expression—like a flamboyant, decadent flower in the wasteland!

"Achoo!" Runping, who was squatting on the ground holding a reflector, kept sneezing because of the dust.

"Hold on tight!" These kinds of photos rely heavily on lighting and the atmosphere they create, so Bao Lücao is extremely strict: "That last one is ruined, Qixia, keep the pose."

“Hmm…” The beautiful woman, with a stiff, world-weary expression, gave a vague response.

downstairs.

Genrai Jinzo hugged his laptop and was as happy as a 200-pound child.

Discussions about his latest "fantasy story," *Light and Darkness: The Shadow of the Hot Spring Town*, can be seen on social networking sites and popular online forums.

The details in the stories and photos correspond perfectly with real society, bringing people a completely new experience. Some even have human microscopes and have found the hills in the accompanying picture where "monsters and giants" are fighting. They pasted satellite images onto the comments and meticulously drew contour lines to match the mountain scenery in the picture, thus proving the seriousness of the accompanying pictures.

"Look at the details of this light and shadow! The shadow of the sparks from the giant crashing into the monster, and the corresponding reflective elements on the airplane's exterior!"

"Why does this thing with a mouth inside look so realistic? Look closely at the teeth of the worm inside. The reflection isn't just a simple stroke; it's clearly the effect created by liquid reflection, specifically the reflection of saliva... If it were me, I would just smear it on my hand in such a small place. Who would bother to pick at this? This is truly a model of integrity in the industry!"

"And the details of the giant's eyes, which at first glance look like glass domes but are actually compound eyes..."

"I'm really curious about how long they worked on the details of the light particles. It's obvious that they're arranged from far to near, and the highlights on the objects are also like that. The giants and monsters are creatures I've never seen before. Where did the design come from? Where did the drawings come from? Damn, how much do these industry giants charge for a single drawing?"

The comments section is filled with praise for the Photoshop master and the hidden design genius behind it.

Genlai smiled without saying a word.

His newspaper had always been known for its timely and objective reporting, but this kind of thing never attracted customers who liked to read tabloids, so its sales remained at a medium to high level and it had a fixed audience.

The "Fantasy Stories" section has always been a place for paid advertising. Some parents want to create a resume for their children, and they can buy a small space on the page. If they want some "high-end treatment," a professional editor will polish the story, revising the writing to make it more readable, making the child happy for days and giving them a lot of pride. [Welcome to the monthly fee group!]

The release of "Light and Darkness: Shadows of the Hot Spring Town" was like a thunderbolt from a clear sky. His peers were probably stunned, wondering if he had finally "gotten the hang of it" and knew how to expand his audience.

Genrai Jinzo's smile stretched almost to his ears. He imagined how terrified his colleagues would be if they knew this was a "story series," or even further back, if they knew it wasn't a story at all, but a real event that had already happened.

In the attic, Bao Lücao, known as the "design master" and "Photoshop expert" in people's eyes, was scratching his head as he looked at the finished photos he had just taken.

"Qi Xia, don't you think adding some cracks would create a better atmosphere?" His floral shirt was covered in a layer of dust, and he rubbed his nose, also unable to bear it.

Qi Xia's joints creaked from posing so much. She stretched and said, "Yeah, but post-production compositing isn't out of the question, is it?"

“No, there is still a difference,” Baolu Cao put down his camera and said to Runping, “Stop filming. Go out and buy some paint. We’ll paint the cracks.”

Runping's limbs were already stiff from squatting, so these words were like a liberation to him. He immediately threw down the reflector and rushed out.

Qi Xia Chao Bao Lu Cao shrugged: "Let's go? Go down and rest. Do you want to stay cooped up in this dusty place?"

The two went downstairs to the front hall and saw Genlai Shenzang's hands flying across the keyboard, typing away rapidly.

Bao Lücao finally got some fresh air and went over to see if he had any new "story" inspiration.

Little did I know that he was replying on a messaging app.

“Who is this? ‘Interested in your story, want to meet,’” Bao Lucao leaned over: “Maybe it’s the ‘spy organization’ you mentioned trying to trick you into coming to arrest you.”

The well-informed reporter was not fooled. Genrai Shinzo said, "That's why I only said it was a submission from a 'friend.' I'm just an editor-in-chief and president who appreciates stories. I don't know anything about it."

[For submissions, please contact the newspaper hotline.]

After typing and sending those few words, Genrai Jinzo exited the chat page, his thick glasses reflecting a gleam of wisdom.

In a cramped dwelling named the "World UFO Research Institute," three heads huddled together sighed in unison.

"Be vigilant"

Wow, that's impressive...

"There's no other way; reporting on this kind of thing always involves taking risks."

"Then how do we find him?"

"Hmm... They're paving the way, so we can't just sit idly by. Isn't this a completely new approach?"

"Shall we write some too?"

"Go ahead and write! I've been annoyed by those guys who report on us for a long time."

"But actually, most of the reports were made because we were afraid of being discovered to have gone to such lengths."

"Uh, anyway... let's all go together and shove those things back into the ground! I've already thought of a title, it'll be 'Visitors from Colorado'."

Chapter Sixty-Nine: To Hell with Your Experimental Subject

Jun Sakuma thought he was probably doomed this time. Even if he wasn't exposed, he would be transferred to a remote area to count ants because of his repeated mistakes at work.

But after he submitted a 6000-word self-criticism, everything seemed to calm down.

Shudo Saya found his thick stack of handwritten self-criticisms and placed them together with another stack of similarly thick items, which were probably Hirata Shintaro's.

“Go to the internal hospital this afternoon,” Shudo Saya said without looking up. “You don’t need to worry about Nemoto Jinzo anymore, since he’s been replaced in the investigation.”

"An internal hospital?" Jun Sakuma was prepared for Saya Shuto's arrangements, but he was secretly thinking about how to disrupt the other people's investigation into Jinzo Negoro.

“The wounded at Factory No. 4 in the riverside industrial zone,” Shuto Saya said, “we can’t get any valuable information from them anymore, so the medical team notified us to carry out memory erasure.”

Ah, those mental patients who had their statements taken by Jun Sakuma last time.

If we use a memory eraser to remove anything about the alien beasts, they should recover quickly.

Jun Sakuma gladly accepted.

A few hours later.

Jun Sakuma felt he should be more cautious when accepting missions, especially when he knew the target was not normal.

The workers were kept in isolation rooms in twos and threes. To make it easier to observe the situation, TLT had half of the wall made of glass, so that people in the opposite room could easily see them waving to each other.

He caught one person and swiped their memory, which caused an uproar among the others.

"The Germans have decided to attack us!" A fellow patient stood on his bed, raising his arm in a pose reminiscent of a speaker from a history book: "Resist, my compatriots! Their plot will surely fail!"

"God's glory shines on Jerusalem! Crusaders, charge!" The patient, riding on a pillow, joined the ranks, holding a water (riding) cup (gun).

"Sparta!" Several people quickly stuck themselves to the glass, pretending to push against the wall with all their might.

Jun Sakuma was startled by the sudden riot of the crowd. The two remaining patients in the room shouted "Evil spirits, begone!" and pounced on him.