Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

One person was wrestling with their arms, while the other was biting their face.

...You guys are asking for chicken legs to exorcise evil spirits!

The patients swarmed forward, while those from other rooms crowded around the glass and started banging on it. Luckily, the glass was strong enough and hadn't been diluted with water, otherwise these people who thought they were in a gas chamber would have been crushed.

The patient, who appeared to be gnawing on a chicken leg, was forcefully pushed away by Jun Sakuma. Undeterred, he grabbed a pillow and, like wielding a greatsword, unleashed a barrage of blades. As the patient turned around, Jun Sakuma activated the machine, causing the spinning top to twist its ankle, and the pillow storm splattered onto the face of the patient next to him.

In this way, only one room remains.

Jun Sakuma slowly walked over and turned on the machine again.

The other person sat on the ground, hugging a pillow and shuffling backward, looking like a young virgin who had just been kidnapped—if you ignored her thick leg hair.

"Thud." A step forward.

"Whoosh!" The pillow was suddenly lifted up.

A weak voice, disproportionate to its size, came from behind the pillow: "Evil, evil spirit... retreat, retreat!"

The evil spirit ripped open the pillow and shoved the machine right in front of its eyes.

"Eek! Lord Seimei, save me!"

Jun Sakuma twitched his lips, threw the pillow back onto the bed, and then tried to move the person lying on the floor back to the bed.

"Drink!" he exhaled.

The patient who collapsed, whimpering, was like the most solid stone struck by the water at the bottom of a waterfall.

I didn't move, and I almost strained my back.

Jun Sakuma decided to let him lie down a little longer, rubbing his aching back as he headed to the door to deal with the next batch.

All around were the sounds of patients smashing glass, like a concert, with everyone slapping their hands in time with the beat.

Through the glass window, Jun Sakuma finally saw the support at the end of the corridor.

As he turned the doorknob, he shouted, "Commander Shudo! You've come just in time! There are still four rooms to finish... Ah, Misawa, you're here too? Perfect, help me carry this person to the bed!"

"These guys are driving me crazy. It would be great if you guys could help," Sakuma Atsumasa thought about asking Misawa Hiroyuki to come in and lend a hand, but then he found that the door was acting up again, creaking and groaning and wouldn't open: "Is it stuck?"

He bent down to check the latch, while his two colleagues had already walked to the glass window.

"Click." Even though I was turning the handle, I heard an extra locking sound.

Jun Sakuma took two steps back and asked his colleague in confusion.

Countless hands around him were banging on glass like drumheads, making him feel as if he were in a boiling lake during a torrential downpour. His colleagues were outside the door, on the shore, looking at him with bewildered expressions.

A man in white emerged from behind the door; he was a cleaner. Sakuma Jun saw him squatting in the lobby when he entered. When asked what he was doing there, he replied, "Waiting for you to finish dealing with the patients so I can wrap things up."

Jun Sakuma assumed that he was in a hurry to clear out the ward to make room for new patients.

Shudo Saya pulled two thin sheets of paper from the folder that Misawa Hiroyuki was holding.

Jun Sakuma saw the top line of characters and suddenly understood everything.

“The R7 factor has increased abnormally,” Shudo Saya said, showing him the medical report with the alarming red numbers. “We have re-examined your movements and assessed that you are at high risk of being infected by the alien beasts.”

"Sir, I don't have any on me..."

“Yes, there are no signs of alienation.” The white-clad cleaner stepped forward, interrupting his explanation.

He scrutinized Sakuma Jun inch by inch as if he were looking at a rare animal, tossing the key up and catching it again, the small bronze object fluttering up and down in his palm: "That's why it's the latest 'alienation'."

Hiroyuki Misawa glanced at the speaker, who ignored him, and continued, "From dominant to recessive, perhaps this is another evolution of the alien beast factor, doubling the research value of the experimental subject!"

"roll!"

Bang!

The patient closest to the sound was startled and stopped moving. Then, like the receding tide, everyone who was frantically banging on the glass gradually stopped, and silence spread.

Their gazes converged on the man in the suit and tie who had suddenly thrown the folder at someone and yelled as he chased after him, grabbing the man by the collar.

“A high risk of infection doesn’t mean you can treat him as a test subject,” Hiroyuki Misawa twisted his collar, his suppressed fire piercing the cleaner’s pupils as if trying to ignite his brain: “He’s a TLT memory policeman, don’t be so arrogant!”

Shudo Saya, who always took discipline very seriously, made no move. She casually picked up the folder that Misawa Hiroyuki had thrown on the ground, took back the medical report, and said to Sakuma Jun, who was silent inside the glass window, "It's just an investigation. The white-clad cleaners... I will explain everything to them."

"Mizawa!" The ward went from extremely noisy to extremely quiet in just a short while, but now it was broken by Jun Sakuma's suddenly raised voice.

Hiroyuki Misawa stopped his fist from striking the cheeky white-clad man, looked at Junji Sakuma, and saw that the other man was smiling and gesturing for him to let go.

“Don’t make a mistake, Misawa,” Junmichi Sakuma said, nodding to his superior. “Of course I trust you. Although Commander Shudo is a bit serious, I know you are genuinely worried about whether I have been infected, not about ‘eliminating the alien beasts.’”

The white-clad cleaner shoved Hiroyuki Misawa away and angrily straightened his coat.

“But…” Jun Sakuma’s smile vanished abruptly, and he looked coldly at the man in all white: “I don’t trust them.”

In TLT's database, he had come across a lot of experimental data on the white-coated cleaners, which was truly "amazing".

Jun Sakuma did not doubt that there were still people among the cleaners who upheld basic social ethics, but he also did not doubt that, driven by huge profits, they would not hesitate to send their relatives to the experimental table.

Many studies on alien beasts, or rather, on "power beyond imagination," are perhaps only the tip of the iceberg even to the white-clad cleaner in front of him, while Jun Sakuma has already seen most of it through various privileges.

Saya Shuto is the head of the Memory Police at the Third Base. This position is neither particularly important nor insignificant; she is far from being able to stop a research fanatic with just a word.

"I remember this hospital belongs to the Cleaners?" Jun Sakuma suddenly turned around and slammed his fist, wielding silver light, heavily against the wall, smashing open a huge gap with a "boom".

"Please fix it yourselves."

Red bricks and broken mud fell from the third floor with a clatter, startling the security guard who was dozing off with his legs crossed. He almost fell under the table.

Amidst everyone's astonished expressions, Jun Sakuma turned his head, his silver eyes sweeping over them one by one, finally settling on the white-clad cleaner.

To hell with your experimental subjects.

Samuel's voice merged with Jun Sakuma's voice.

Chapter Seventy: Matters of Urgency

"Huali, don't get into another fight with your classmates."

The PE teacher reluctantly took away the jump ropes from Karin and Rina's group, saying to the two students who were preoccupied with arguing and not paying attention to practicing, "I told you to time each other, not to fight each other..."

"But teacher! Aren't the police more capable than the amusement park maintenance workers?!" Huali put her hands on her hips, made a "bang bang" shooting gesture, and blew a non-existent gun muzzle: "My dad fights bad guys!"

Rina raised her arms and stood on tiptoe. If the height was sufficient, the teacher had no doubt that she could stretch her little arms into the sky: "But my dad can fly! Ferris wheels, roller coasters, bungee jumping, each one is more thrilling and higher than the last! He has to go up and try it out before anyone else can ride it."

“You guys,” the teacher poked each of their heads, “there’s no such thing as a superior or inferior profession. There’s no need to compare yourselves if you’re honest and earn your living through your own abilities…”

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind whistled through him, making his head feel cold.

Something silver flashed by, and he heard Huali's voice fade into the distance, as if it had been abruptly faded away. The previous word was still in his ears, and the next word was already on the horizon.

"My dad can fly too, hahaha..."

What kind of weird thing is this?

The teacher looked up but saw nothing. When she looked down again to reprimand the student, she only saw Rina with innocent, wide eyes.

She looked at herself.

"Where's Karin?!"

I'm a grown student! I was just here!

……

Jun Himeya is tidying up the camera.

Nexus's light has left him, and his mission as a suitable candidate has ended. He should continue as a photographer, going to the most dangerous places to record precious images that no one knows.

He closed the lens cap, rallied his spirits, stepped through the entryway and out the door, determined to embrace a new beginning.

"brush--"

A new beginning... originating from a dazzling expanse of silver light.

"Uncle Himeya, you're here too?"

It was Huali's voice. What's wrong with this child? He was talking and laughing like he'd eaten popping candy.

Himeya Jun found himself traveling through the clouds, with a city transformed into a model-sized city beneath his feet, enveloped in a silvery light that protected him from the cold winds of the high altitude.

There was a hand grabbing him from behind. He turned around and saw Jun Sakuma, with Samuel's phantom appearing and disappearing on him.

“If someone exposes us, we’ll be sliced ​​to pieces. We have no choice but to run,” Junichi Sakuma said. “Karin…”

"Hmm?" Huali was curiously poking at the light shield next to her.

"Dad lost his job."

“Superman can be a reporter, and Spider-Man can make money by taking his own photos,” Huali comforted him, spreading out five fingers: “Dad, you… can you ask Uncle Himeya to take your picture, and split the profits fifty-fifty?”

Even though he was explaining something extremely upsetting for a laborer, Jun Sakuma just wanted to cover his head, which was about to explode.

With no free hands, he could only silently watch Huali's chattering little mouth.

"Uncle Himeya, what are you standing there for?" The little girl pointed to the scenery rushing past below: "What a great spot for taking pictures! It's definitely different from taking pictures from an airplane!"

Jun Himeya was speechless, unsure whether he should open the lens cap.

The atmosphere of escape was dispelled by Karin's words, and Samuel couldn't help but laugh.

Even though she wasn't afraid when she was floating in the sky, Karin was startled this time: "Huh, you can talk?"

Sakuma Jun didn't move. The phantom in Karin's eyes turned its head to look at her, and an arm formed of silver flames rose up and ruffled her hair.