Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

Qixia, facing Baolucao's face complaining that she would blacken the roof, threw a deliberately annoying wink: "I also prefer barbecue, so tomorrow after I finish assembling the folding cabinet, I'll go build a barbecue grill... Ah, I need to rest first, I'm so sleepy."

Runping had already abandoned the folding cabinet, eager to return to his room and flatten himself out like a pancake. The remaining two photographers and one reporter, skilled at working late into the night, remained in the lobby working on their new draft.

The second part of the hot spring town story has been released and is very effective. The Arakunai incident has been finalized, and they are preparing to write some previous content. They will see how TLT plans to fool them in tonight's incident so they can counter it.

After obtaining the TLT internal documents from Jun Sakuma, the reporter was opened to a new world. It was like discovering a treasure trove like a dragon or a pixiu entering a vault. With just a flick of the finger, there were exciting discoveries. It was simply paradise!

Shinzo Negi has already seen the road ahead: a future where he will stand at the top of the industry!

Chapter 86 The Scent of Pursuit

"Dad, wake up!"

Karin called from outside the door, and only after hearing Sakuma Jun's response did she tiptoe to open the door and peek her head out.

Sakuma Jun had finished washing up and was folding his quilt. There was an extra soft mat next to the tatami, and the blanket was squeezed into a ball on it, looking like a fluffy ball about half the height of a child.

Huali tiptoed over and touched the outer edge of the blanket, feeling as if she were touching a warm hot water bottle.

She bent down, craned her neck, and finally saw a glittering silver light peeking through the gap at the bottom of the blanket pile.

Jun Sakuma gently grabbed the back of her collar and lifted her up, whispering, "Don't disturb him."

Huali nodded solemnly. Although the two were in their own room, they walked out like thieves. Once they were downstairs, Huali called out loudly, "Dad, it's cold. Can I borrow 'Dad'?"

Sakuma Jun understood the reference to "dad" between the two women. He wanted to ruffle her hair, but seeing that Nana was indeed skilled and her braids were so delicate that he couldn't bear to mess them up, he stopped and replied, "It's cold. Just exercise more and wear more clothes so you won't be cold. If all else fails, just put on some heat packs."

"Oh, but it's not as warm as 'Dad'."

"Karin...don't say such strange things..."

I'm serious.

"Anyway, don't bother him. If you want to play, you can find someone who is free right now."

As her father Jun Sakuma said, Karin simply couldn't suppress her curiosity and couldn't help but want to see Samuel, who slept like he didn't exist every day. But Jun Sakuma stopped her, so she decided not to make a big fuss and would just drag him around to play with him when he woke up.

The grassy area behind the door hasn't been fully explored yet; you can go there first to count grasshoppers.

This is called practicing math.

……

upstairs.

The unfamiliar young man sat on the clean tatami mat, with a neatly folded blanket covering his knees.

He was wearing a blue uniform with the Romanized name of his surname "Aiba" printed on the back. His whole body was semi-transparent, with faintly visible light particles floating inside. The pattern of the blanket underneath could be seen through his fingertips.

Samuel was somewhat unaccustomed to appearing in this manner after a long time.

But Jun Sakuma... has been dealing with a lot of trouble lately, and he needs time to recover his energy and strength. Since it's rare for him to accompany Karin in her calligraphy practice, it's best not to interrupt, so this time he decided to check some things himself.

After the Light Chaser returned, he had countless dreams. The old gears finally started turning, like a long-silent, rusted machine that others thought would never move again and would be sent to the scrap yard next.

But it started moving, and the rust was wiped away little by little, finally revealing the smooth, shiny iron underneath.

If you've ever seen a giant ship that's been submerged on the seabed for years suddenly light up, its boilers rumble and turn, steel and water pressure wrestling and twisting, seaweed and shellfish falling down, long-rested creatures scattering in a panic, and tons of silt sliding down every second, the giant ship starting up again, its searchlights waking the entire seabed and turning the world upside down, that's probably what it looks like.

A flowing silver light enveloped his entire body, solidifying it, and finally...

He looks like an ordinary person.

Aiba Yu disappeared, and the Light Chaser's Medal landed on the blanket. The stone pendant had been put back into the central gap. Although it was still wrapped in stone skin, the core had finally regained its lustrous color. Occasionally, a ray of light would flash by, continuing to provide life energy to Sakuma Jun, who was moving downstairs.

"Karin, don't get distracted in class!" Jun Sakuma tapped the little girl's head as she started doodling in her textbook. The classes were now taught in small groups, so drowsiness wouldn't cause her to miss anything.

Genrai Shinzo smiled and continued to explain the meaning and usage of the words to her.

No one knew that a "stranger" had suddenly appeared upstairs. The "stranger" did not stay for long before going to another place.

He returned to the shrine where he fought Muchini that day.

When it served as a "base," the place was overgrown with weeds, and the shrine was dilapidated but its skeleton remained, making it a place that could barely be used for rest.

Now, after a fierce battle, the wooden frame is either shattered or burned, leaving only a base to indicate that something once stood here, and the stone slabs at the entrance, melted and cooled by the fire, now with a glassy outer shell. Occasionally, restless ashes rise with the wind, and the smell of smoke fills the nostrils, mingling with the desolation of the barren mountains and entering the lungs.

This place is sparsely populated; in the vast forest, there is only him and a ruin.

Aiba Yu is searching for his intended target: traces of the so-called "master" mentioned by Muchini.

The “son of God” went astray, which was of course inseparable from the “Lord” who guided him. Samuel did not remember that Muchini believed in the so-called “Lord” when he was in Vitamori. If there really was one, it should have disappeared with the catastrophe of the home planet. The main god worshipped by the Vitamori was actually the embodiment of the home planet in their eyes, just like the Earth Mother Goddess in the mouths of the Earthlings.

And this "master" seems to still be instructing Muchini, so Samuel can't help but be wary.

He came to this universe because of a wisp of aura he had encountered before, a scent that he found repulsive.

It is somewhat similar to the "evil god" encountered in Vitamor, but it is not the same one. It is more refined and powerful, and just getting close to it gives people a sense of dread, as if they are staring into an unknown abyss.

The Dark Giants were all tainted with its scent. The place where that scent was most concentrated was not on Beelzebub, but in the vortex in the sky that appeared to be gathering dark clouds after Beelzebub's defeat.

His ability to move freely within the dark realms was no accident; he already had a hunch.

Aiba Yu slowly closed his eyes, and the world around him instantly lost its color in his mind, leaving only the traces of his presence.

The stone slabs beneath his feet were a mixture of fragments of Beelzebub and remnants of his own energy.

The crumbling low wall reveals traces that Gu Lumuzhen had also been there.

Fragments of a wooden door...

Aiba Yuu suddenly took a step and walked towards the ruins that were already rotten and had been shot to pieces by Komon Kazuki.

Muchini has bound the rosewood here with invisible ropes, and something can still be found in the fragments. At this moment, it is as glaring as a bare rock mountain on an ice field.

The young man reached out and grasped in mid-air, as if he had caught a strand of hair fluttering in the air.

Sparks ignited the hay, and giant ships cleaved through the ice floes. The moment that aura touched him, the energy within his body surged like boiling blood. It was as if every restless particle of light was eager, impatiently searching for the owner of that aura!

"Who are you..." Aiba Yu caught the wisp of aura, but ultimately could not decipher it.

He knew that the so-called divinely bestowed power was nothing more than a conspiracy with no price to pay. There is never anything free in this world; if there is, the price will either be paid in the future or silently borne by those who love him.

Muchini clearly fell into a similar trap. He regarded what the "Lord" gave him as a blessing, sowing the seeds of alien beasts everywhere and collecting energy from living beings. But after traversing so many universes, were the things he obtained truly the materials to resurrect Vitamori, or were they taken away as "interest"?

Aiba Yu recalled the vortex he had seen many times before. It had appeared whenever the Alien Beasts and the Dark Giants were defeated, and each time it appeared, it meant that the next enemy would be even stronger, often possessing the abilities of the previous one. It was as if he were recycling wreckage and building a new shell for it; the Alien Beasts and even the Dark Giant that had appeared now were merely tools in his hands.

Aiba Yu still doesn't know his true identity, even though he should have already met him.

[Ha, what a perceptive child.]

The young man was startled and vanished instantly, reappearing a hundred meters away. He stared warily at the ruins of the shrine, which was deathly silent and seemingly empty, but cold sweat had formed on Aiba Yu's clenched palms.

The voice didn't continue speaking, as if he had just hallucinated.

Only the searching insects perched on the remaining broken wooden post, their elytra spread, and fine dust drifted away with the wind.

Chapter Eighty-Seven: Pity

If you want a fresh start, what should you do?

Pack your bags, say goodbye to old friends, and bid farewell to your old home.

Then, one goes to a place where no one knows them, and greets each day's sunrise in their own way.

In this way, you can temporarily shut out things you don't want to face, stuff them all into the box, and lock it with a "click".

Chishu Rei thought this was great; the days he had spent in exile in a foreign country were the freest time he had ever experienced. It felt like... transforming into a bird.

He found a job at an ordinary amusement park.

The amusement park only has some standard attractions, such as a carousel and a Ferris wheel, which are not as novel as some large-scale investment venues.

His salary was just enough to keep him from starving, so he didn't have to count on saving money. His boss provided him with a simple place to live, which he decorated with some balloons and filled with miscellaneous books and clothes. Although he didn't have much stuff, the room was already packed full.

The food here isn't as scientifically prepared as the nutritionist's carefully designed recipes, and it's nowhere near as fresh and clean as the food under the control of the medical team behind him when he was still at the institution.

The scenery is also quite ordinary, lacking the hot springs of Yellowstone National Park, the stunning redwoods of Kings Canyon, and the velvety rock texture of Antelope Canyon.

Although it is a very common man-made concrete jungle, the traces of human intervention have long since worn away its natural charm, but it seems to have the tranquility of a harbor.

"We've run out of chocolate mix for the ice cream, but the delivery won't arrive until this afternoon... Ah, just like you, always late." Takashi Ooshiro, a part-time worker at the amusement park, plugged in the oven to preheat it, grumbling at the newcomer who was late again today.

"Because I made a lot of balloon dolls last night, I'll be working twice as hard today!" The newcomer's voice still carried the clarity of a young boy, and to Takashi Oshiro, it sounded especially like a spoiled brat who liked to act cute towards him.

"I didn't expect you could even shape balloons! This will make our amusement park even more attractive to kids... Remember to wear sleeves when you're whipping cream!" Takashiro Ooshiro wanted to praise him, but the other man's boisterous actions made him want to smash the wall: "That's not how you show enthusiasm!"

"Hahaha, sorry, sorry, I was thinking about something just now."

"Honestly, the park is about to open, and we've been here for a month and we're still running around like crazy. We're going to get our wages docked..."

"The headmaster is a good person. Look, I've put on my arm sleeves."

"After you finish whipping the cream, go get the disposable chopsticks—keep them away from my oven."

"Okay, okay."

Qian Shulian believes that this is probably the life she longs for most.

The benefits in top institutions are naturally excellent, but this is the world outside the cage. Although it is not as comfortable as the nest, it has the whole world to itself.

He lived for eighteen years, two hundred and sixteen months, six thousand five hundred and seventy days. Only these thirty-odd days could be considered a truly unrestrained life.

The amusement park owner and his colleagues all thought he was a little devil who had run away from home and would soon be found by his family and dragged back to school. They considered it a small misunderstanding and that it was no big deal, so he was happy with it.

The sound of metal wheels rolling on the cement ground came from not far away. It was the owner opening the door. The snack area was right in front of the door, and the smiling waiters could easily be seen by the customers.

A genuine smile is always more vibrant than a professional one, and every customer will surely feel a sense of goodwill towards such a young person.