Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

He might never be able to go back. He'd run out of water and was relying on dew to moisten his throat every day; the soil here was relatively moist, so he was lucky. A few days ago it rained a little, so he added some water and threw in some disinfectant tablets. The smell was strong, but at least it was enough to keep him alive.

His rations, even though he was careful with them, were all gone. He had some vitamin pills left to keep him from completely dying. He figured he needed to dig up some grass stalks to survive a little longer; at least he still had the strength to pull the trigger.

As for that contact, his partner, codenamed "Gen," is probably munching on compressed biscuits and laughing at his habit of digging up grass stems to survive.

“‘Xun’, be careful digging up the grass stems, I’ll wish you could find some bugs to improve your meals.” Sure enough, the other person’s teasing voice came through the earpiece.

"Communication silence".

“Pfft, okay, okay, you’re right, you’re right,” Gen said, “I really have to leave now, in thirty minutes.”

"Oh."

"My son, remember to call for help. Your father loves you."

"roll!"

"Alright!" "Gen" rolled away nimbly.

There was no sound in the headphones, only the rustling of the fabric of my clothes against the waterproof felt behind me.

"It's not bad to have an insect," Xun thought, "at least I can hear some extra noise."

If you get annoyed, you can twist its head and eat it, so nothing is wasted.

Perhaps his desire to go back was too strong; he dozed off for a while and dreamed of his training days.

The small outpost, barely big enough for one person, has been transformed into a rooftop with a wide view.

Two teenagers were resting their heads on the rooftop, enjoying the cold wind.

"Why did I leave behind a beautiful girl with long legs, high heels, a slim waist, and a pretty face to fucking watch the stars with you?" The boy codenamed "Gen" was filled with regret: "My best years have been wasted! Do you know what this night means? Maybe if I miss a date, I'll lose a relationship, then I'll miss my wife, live a lonely life, and finally end up playing cards with you in a nursing home to fight Alzheimer's disease. If I fail, I'll only be able to watch the caregiver wipe your drool every day."

"'Zhen' doesn't like people younger than her," "Xun" turned his head, speaking clearly and with standard pronunciation, like a ruthless narrator in an educational film, and stated: "You said you were in a bad mood and wanted to come see the stars."

Yes! Tonight, "Gen" plans to stargaze with his goddess! He can teach her how to use a telescope to find her constellation, and while she's busy recognizing the celestial regions, he can secretly arrange the prepared candles. Just as her attention shifts from the telescope, he'll "snap" light the heart-shaped candles and quip, "Welcome back, Goddess Wangshu!"

Candlelight illuminates the beauty! Tonight, the Milky Way hangs in the sky, and the moon is perfectly set – a rare and perfect day for a rendezvous!

The candles are now stacked to one side; he'll have to laboriously carry them down to the warehouse, to retrieve them as spares during power outages. A rough-looking old man sits next to him, who tells him, "Hey! Wake up! Your goddess has run away!"

The goddess's code name is "Zhen," which sounds very masculine, but she is actually a cool and capable older sister with long legs and a slim waist. The bastard in her group boasts every day that the goddess is watching over his rear, giving him secret locations, and reminding him of the wind direction... Sooner or later, he steals his instant noodle seasoning packet.

"Gen" was eager to ask his goddess out today, but all he got was news that she had been packed up and sent to the front lines with that bastard that afternoon.

What to do? I've already taken leave, and I only have one afternoon and one evening of free time each month.

He could only come out with his partner to see if there was anything fun to do. This partner, named "Xun," was very good at fighting. With him around, he never had to worry about being ambushed and having his head blown off. However, in some ways, he was like an idiot.

The instructor said he was a bit withdrawn, and since "Gen" was cheerful and talkative, they were a good match. But he almost made "Gen" withdrawn.

When asked what he liked, he replied, "Nothing."

Okay, let me ask for more details, "What do you like to eat?" The answer: "Things that satisfy my calorie needs."

"What do you like to play?" "I can't play anything."

"Go to hell!" "I don't have a grandpa."

Gen sat up quietly and rummaged through the plastic bag he had brought with him.

Inside, there should only be heart-shaped candles for the goddess, Xun looked at his actions strangely.

While flipping through the pages, "Gen" muttered, "Want some spicy strips? I bought these secretly. They're a rare find; the canteen supply department never stocks this stuff."

"How about some salt and pepper crackers? Do you want to try something different? I bought some sea salt crackers... although they're pretty much the same."

Xun opened his mouth, wanting to say "No need," but the words that came out were: "...Do you have maple syrup pudding?"

"Huh? When did your tastes change? You're such a fickle guy. I never would have guessed. You think a bland diet is the way to live longer, and a spicy diet is the way to live a thrilling life? Tsk tsk tsk, this sweet stuff, have you fallen in love or changed your personality?"

He fumbled around for a moment, then magically produced a delicate dessert packaged in a glass bottle. Suddenly, his expression changed, and he flipped the bottle over and spun it like a grenade, smashing it towards "Xun's" face.

With full force and power, if he hadn't been lying on the floor, he could probably have thrown over 80 meters away.

The boy's face turned into Jun Sakuma's face.

The former police officer, a veritable devil incarnate, said: "You scared Huali so much you still want maple syrup pudding? Dream on!"

Chapter 93 I'm so tired from sleeping.

Huali received a free "pom-pom toy".

After hearing Jun Sakuma's explanation, the others realized that it was Samuel who had frightened Karin into crying.

"He went off to fight without telling you..." Jun Himeya thought for a moment: "That's a bit much."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly noticed a gaze fixed on him. It was Genrai Shinzo staring at him, his eyes behind the large glasses seeming to say, "How dare you talk about others like that?"

Himeya Jun coughed lightly, looked away, and pretended nothing had happened.

Jun Sakuma held the Light Chaser's Medal in his hand. Although it was still in the shape of a stone toy, after its core regained its color, he could feel warm energy flowing into his body through his skin.

Thanks to it, Samuel didn't turn back into a corpse when he ran into trouble because of the "supply cut," otherwise Karin wouldn't have been scared.

Several adults were chattering downstairs, while Huali was "popping up" upstairs.

Hmm... Several ribbons have already been tied around the outside, using her favorite cherry blossom, off-white, and grass green colors. Blue is also nice, and purple is a must. Qi Xia taught her some weaving techniques, but after struggling for half the night, it was still a mess. She hadn't used it yet, just haphazardly tying and wrapping it around herself, making it look like a colorful embroidered ball.

That's a... warm ball, it heats up on its own, so you don't have to worry about winter!

Handle with care to avoid...

...It scared the creature curled up inside.

However, the guy was sleeping very soundly. After Karin realized that it was "Dad" and not a ghost, she mustered up her courage and gently called to him from the side, but he did not respond.

At that moment, Huali glanced at the silver light emanating from the pile of blankets and suddenly had a new idea.

They show those sleeping bags on TV! You tie it up with some rope, leave a hood, and cover your head completely, leaving only your nose and eyes sticking out. Then the people on TV look on expectantly as they snuggle inside, stretching out comfortably and letting out a long, pleasant "whoosh!" The next day, they crawl out, giving a thumbs-up and praising, "XX brand, the best choice for warmth!"

The screen then showed the cross-section of the sleeping bag and close-ups of the materials, using a lot of technical jargon that I didn't quite understand, but it sounded very impressive. Finally, a phone call came in, offering a special front-row price of xxx, along with commemorative gifts and membership benefits. The host, beaming amidst the busy ringing phone, exclaimed, "It's selling like hotcakes!"

Huali was deeply impressed by this. She was skeptical about whether it was really selling like hotcakes, but the words "sleeping bag keeps you warm" were firmly etched into her mind.

"Dad" either appears in the blanket or next to Dad's hot porcelain cup. He likes to curl up and sleep, and when he's asleep, wherever he is, it's like a little sun is shining.

Perhaps she's sensitive to the cold? Karin decides to help!

So she took a wide ribbon, which was both beautiful and thoughtful, and planned to roll up the pile of blankets to make them look like sleeping bags.

Since "Dad" is resting and can't move, just wrap him in the blanket! Genius, Kaori!

She didn't know the technique, but she just wrapped it around as shown and that was it. She specifically chose a wide ribbon, which was very strong and reliable.

Huali carefully lifted the blanket a little bit to first confirm the position of Xiaoguangren.

“In the upper left corner, oh…” Huali noticed that he had rolled up and folded the blanket over and over again, with at least two layers underneath.

She spotted Samuel's head: "Ah... 'Daddy' likes to sleep on his stomach too. Next time Daddy says that, I'll use this to push him back."

Then she tentatively and gently moved the blanket underneath her, one millimeter, five millimeters, one centimeter... The other person seemed to sense the cold air blowing in and shrank further in, but still didn't seem to wake up. It was a true dead-pig sleeping position! Karin was relieved!

She held up the ribbons for a while and finally chose off-white ones. She decided to match them from light to dark, thinking that this taste would surely win the praise of Sister Qixia.

Next, you need to carefully put the ribbon on him. How can you get the ribbon to the other side from under the blanket that "Dad" is lying on his stomach? Karin has a way.

She found the thin plastic ruler that Qixia used to draw designs, which had a semi-circular slot at the top. She threaded the ribbon through the slot and tied it on, then tried to thread the ruler from the bottom of the blanket ball to the other side.

Samuel had dreamt that he was still called "Xun" and was holed up in a spy post. It was dark and cold, and the hole he dug was too small to stretch his legs and move around, so his toes were almost stiff and hard.

The silent world is cold and indifferent; only the waterproof felt offers some warmth.

As Kaori approached, her scent, a confirmed sign of friendliness, did not trigger an instinctive wariness. Samuel was fast asleep, oblivious to the passage of time.

She lifted the blanket to check the location, and Samuel dreamt that he was on a rooftop, feeling the cold wind, accompanying a fool who had missed his goddess, counting stars like a madman.

The fool's face was blurry in the dream; his features were invisible, only his voice could be heard and his movements visible. But "Xun" knew he was a good brother he could put his arm around, and he had to remind himself next time the cafeteria acted badly.

Karin threaded the ruler through the blanket that was being pressed down by the little light man.

Samuel dreamt that he and "Gen" were racing in a small tank in the wild. The road was very rough and bumpy. There were people chasing them, so they had to drive the tank like an F1 car taking a corner, even drifting as they turned.

"Gen" revved the engine while shouting, "Wuhu takeoff! Passengers, please fasten your seatbelts! This flight has no insurance and no cabin crew. Your beloved pilot father is driving without a license, but I have full confidence! The so-called road of driver's sorrow, I will conquer it! May the Jade Emperor, Buddha, God, and my seventh uncle bless you. 7.62 polished and consecrated gift set is included. Buy now while supplies last!"

The ruler was placed under the blanket.

The small tank had just rolled over a low hill.

The ribbon was carefully threaded through, the sound of the fabric rubbing together was kept extremely low.

Samuel felt like he was crawling through mud, his clothes and elbows rubbing intimately against the muddy ground, seemingly "caring" for each other. The instructors, armed with high-pressure water guns, would engage in soulless water fights with anyone they didn't like—one-sided spraying, but no one could spray them.

The oppressed dared to be angry and even curse, so the instructor gave him a refreshing shower. His good partner decided to help him out because he always brought his own lunch, and ended up being added to the buy-one-get-one-free family bucket deluxe meal.

As Huali slowly finished winding several ribbons and tying a knot at the top, the internal space suddenly tightened, and Samuel "whooshed" back to the lurking sentry post.

The boy, clutching his gun, suddenly woke up, realizing he had accidentally fallen asleep. He quickly lay back down in the standard position and peeked outside.

Outside... outside...

The hidden sentry post was completely shoveled up along with the surrounding soil by an invisible force, like a small floating island that appeared out of thin air. The boy stared in astonishment as he was getting further and further away from the ground, as if an invisible force had lifted the floating island up.

Huali realized that she had tied them very well; the little bows were all neat and tidy.

They were lined up in a row, but... the opening of the sleeping bag that I had planned to show my face was gone!

The blanket stack turned into a blanket ball.