Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

Jun Sakuma was even more frustrated upon hearing this: "It seems to have returned to normal, the temperature is very stable, but, um... it's not just..."

The problem is that I'm not fully awake.

Samuel, now gleaming anew, lay more steadily than a tiny beetle in the corner of the hall, its shell sucked dry by a spider.

Putting aside the plush ball incident, Karin came in this afternoon to play with Sakuma Jun's pen holder. She accidentally knocked the wooden pen holder to the ground with a loud "bang," scattering pens all over the floor. This attracted her real father to give her a good scolding, but it didn't wake up her "fake father."

He rolled over and continued to curl up in the blanket, radiating warmth.

He slept soundly, but Jun Sakuma didn't. This is the direct motivation for middle-aged people to start paying attention to health preservation.

"At noon, I dreamt that I was flying a plane one minute and fighting foreigners the next."

"?" The war photographer pricked up his ears.

Can you believe that during that short lunch break, I had such a dream that I almost threw up?

Jun Sakuma first dreamed that he was piloting a fighter jet, and that he could create a sonic boom cloud with a push of the stick.

Most importantly, it's a first-person perspective.

His own hands, feet, and vision are not subject to his will. One moment he is flying normally, with the sky above and the ground below, and the next second the world is reversed, and he is hanging upside down, with two streaks of light from machine guns flashing outside the cabin.

The hands and feet are not allowed to operate, but the physical sensation is incredibly realistic, even more thrilling than a roller coaster.

Not to mention the ground swirling and crashing towards us, and the world of stars and sea under the night sky.

The latter sounds beautiful, doesn't it? But Jun Sakuma discovered that the sea reflected the sky, and it was late at night, so he couldn't tell who was being reflected. If he were to actually pilot the ship himself, treating the sea as the sky, it wouldn't be impossible for him and the ship to crash into the water with a single dive.

Jun Sakuma was airsick during the first half of the race, but at least the second half was a familiar trail running.

He was carrying some kind of gun, darting through the woods like a rabbit. His limbs were also out of control, even when he was firing.

"Myself" was an excellent shot, and his eyesight was even better. If he were in the police force, he would definitely be a legendary figure. Often, before Jun Sakuma could even realize it, "Myself" would suddenly turn his gaze, raise the muzzle, trigger the primer, and hear the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground from the other side.

After running around like this all night—or rather, all night in his dreams—Sakuma Jun finally realized that "he" seemed to be fighting against people from some unknown country—people with blond hair, black hair, red hair, and skin of all colors, including black, white, and yellow.

Everything was a mess, completely illogical, like a cheap popcorn movie made by a well-funded film company to promote its stars—a piece of trash that would make the screenwriter gouge their eyes out.

What drove him to the brink of despair was the constant chattering in his headphones.

What a chatterbox... That person's name is "Gen," and he's called "Xun."

"The reinforcements have arrived!" "Gen" chuckled like a muscular man affectionately pounding a barbell in your ear: "Your emperor has come on an inspection tour! My son, hurry to coordinates xx to welcome the imperial procession! There are two base loads of ammunition, and I don't even know how many compressed biscuits, vitamin tablets, and disinfectant tablets I've scavenged! The extra supply is a handful of Shanxi millet carefully selected by your father, it's good for you!"

His reply was a "Get lost," a voice that Sakuma spoke with practiced ease, though a little immature, it must have been Samuel's.

Now he understood; he had been dreaming about Samuel again!

Where did Samuel get so many bizarre dreams? Beating up monsters is relatively normal, but what's with him holding a gun and aggressively beating people?

He'd rather listen to Muchini's normal, sycophantic greetings of "Sir" than this nagging and abusive talk. It was too tedious... So Jun Sakuma spent the latter half of the journey on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

He told Jun Himeya, "Let's ask Samuel when he wakes up. What you said reminds me; I need to buy some sleeping pills..."

Chapter Ninety-Seven Lizali Asu

You may not know what it means to have neurasthenia and also stay up all night.

We usually call this kind of person "Bald Fast".

Jun Sakuma has a thick head of hair, so it seems he doesn't need to worry about this issue for the time being.

The sleeping pills didn't help him have a dreamless night. At first, he was quite amazed by the images in his dream, but later, like a film critic who had been bombarded with war movies for eight hours straight, he felt nothing at all and even thought about going out and throwing the sleeping pills down the drain.

"Huh? Alien Beast Warning?"

The next day, he kept dozing off and intermittently regained some energy. When he finished half of the first draft that night and was about to go wash up, a TLT work reminder suddenly popped up on the page. It was a convenience provided by Shintaro Hirata.

The message states that a strange beast with the codename "Rizali Asu" has appeared at coordinates 352 in area 7. The message instructs the memory police on night duty to get into position immediately and notifies those who have gone back to rest to return to their posts and be on standby.

Having escaped his life working for the police who work for the Memory Police, Jun Sakuma naturally didn't need to do a somersault, put on a black suit, and go to support his boss in the middle of the night like a gangster.

But he has a more important mission.

“Samuel, Samuel?” he tried to call out to the man in the blanket stack.

The blanket stack remained perfectly still, and the creature inside looked exactly like a sentry lying in ambush, focused and calm, making one wonder if it was a mannequin sculpture.

"...Use emergency measures as needed, don't blame me later," Jun Sakuma yanked off the blanket, took a deep breath, and roared, "Get! Out! of! bed!"

"Wow"!

The soft blanket traced a perfect arc, circled around, and was tossed aside.

The crucial insulation equipment detached instantly, and the creature, which had been sleeping motionless like a plastic doll, finally shifted its limbs and curled itself into a ball.

"???" Jun Sakuma leaned closer, vibrating his ear.

(Drumming) "The maple syrup pudding is all gone!!!"

Samuel's dream took a different turn; he and "Gen," that gossipy fellow, were swimming in the water in the dead of winter, trying to reach a boat several kilometers away by hand.

The chatterbox offended the instructor for the ten thousandth time, and he was thrown into the lake halfway through the journey, landing in the water like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

The two dumplings perked up and swam frantically, listening to the intermittent stand-up comedy.

The water was freezing cold in winter; if they got cramps halfway through, they'd probably turn into frozen dumplings. "Gen" asked if he wanted his father's clothes, but to hell with them—they were all soaked through; nothing but a diving suit would do.

"If you get back late, all the meat and vegetables will be gone!"

The character "艮" (Gen) splashes and quacks, reminding "巽" (Xun) of a duck quacking in the water: "Go duck, go duck! Don't be afraid, just rush towards your dreams! Now is the time to run under the setting sun, and your father will always be your strongest support!"

"We were swimming, we weren't running."

"...You've narrowed your path, you know that? Get the gist of it!"

"Oh."

Outside, Jun Sakuma couldn't wake him up, so he had no choice but to ask Horokusa to lend him his electric scooter. He stuffed the warm little light man into his pocket, put the Light Chaser's Medal in the other pocket, and sped off towards the location of the alien beast warning.

He ran red lights all the way, but luckily there were hardly any cars around at night, so no accident happened. Otherwise, he would have been taken in for questioning by the traffic police before he was caught by the police officer in white.

The electric donkey is naturally slower than Chromium Chester and Senju Rei, who has an evolution truster powering her bicycle.

The night raid team set off, and Chiju Rei closed the door and unlocked her bicycle. Sakuma Jun was still trying to awaken Samuel, who was sealed away by the blanket.

The Night Raid team's fighter jets, barely out of the hangar and before they could even heat up a cup of noodles, flew directly to their target location. Chishu Rei was on her way—Sakuma Jun was straining to turn the handlebars of his electric scooter: "Hurry up, hurry up!" He wished the scooter had longer pedals so he could pedal himself.

……

Kazuki Komon could see through the hatch that Rizariasu was standing in the factory and wreaking havoc.

"The intrusion was swift, but it was within our plans," Kira Sawa's voice came through the comms, his calm tone as always giving the team members a boost of confidence: "As you can see, the alien beasts are now appearing in the suburbs."

"The target location is a paper mill, but its purpose should not be limited to this place. One kilometer southeast of here is a cluster of sewage treatment plants, environmental protection material factories and warehousing companies."

Kazuki Komon looked in the direction of the sound and saw a brightly lit factory. If he got closer, he might be able to hear the roar of machines. The thermal imaging camera swept across the area, revealing that the night shift workers were scattered in various places.

Perhaps their hearing was overwhelmed by the noise of the machines, which prevented them from noticing the giant beast approaching step by step from a kilometer away.

The mechanical vibrations blurred people's senses, and the slight tremors of the ground beneath their feet only made them wonder if there was a problem with the buffer. Some maintenance workers rushed to the important equipment.

The cordon was set up around the perimeter, and the people in this factory area were unaware that they had been locked in the place claimed to be a "chemical raw material leak"—until the shadow of Lizali Asu appeared outside the window, its huge body blocking out the moon and outside lights, and a sound that could not possibly be made by a machine resounded in their ears.

"Stop it!" He Cang Yingfu gave the order, and the four Chromium Chester missiles opened fire simultaneously. Now no one could ignore the explosion of the missiles.

The giant beast's body was briefly illuminated by the explosion's flames. It stopped in its tracks, and the workers scrambled out, scattering like ants in a disturbed nest.

"It's true! The Barnib Monster is real!" someone shouted. "And the 'Nightcrawler,' are those their planes?"

Chromic Chester has already initiated combined formations, and Rizali Asu is finding these agile "flies" extremely annoying. Rather than hoping to inflict casualties, with the workers still to be evacuated, the night raid team has opted for a more containment tactic.

The detailed data on the alien beast has not been fully analyzed, and no one knows whether hitting other areas will cause it to go berserk and indiscriminately crush a factory where people are still standing. Therefore, the aiming point is more focused on the legs, which is quite effective. Liza Liasu often can't even take a step before being blown up and having to pull his foot back in pain.

The quick-thinking workers had already driven towards the city, flooring the accelerator; everyone was giving their all in the fight for their lives. Amidst the strained roar of the engines, their retinas reflected a roadblock stretching across the street.

The blockade was simple and brutal: several uniformed men drove a van across the middle of the road and parked it sideways, scattering stones and debris, forcing the fleeing crowd to stop there.

"We have received a report of a chemical leak in this factory area. Please get off the vehicle in an orderly manner. We will provide you with a free medical check-up."

"Boom—!" The ground shook as the Wolffire missile exploded on Lizali Asu.

The workers glared at the uniformed man who was reading the message aloud: "Do you think we're blind or deaf? What kind of raw material leak has resulted in a Banib monster?!"

"It's a raw material leak," the man opposite said coldly.

The van door opened, and men in black suits got out one after another. The workers thought they were being stopped from escaping, and each of them tried to avoid them and slip away.

The man in the black suit held up what looked like a cell phone: "You didn't see anything."

"It's the 'One-Eyed Bird'! They're trying to erase my memory!" The quick-thinking workers immediately spotted Blackie.

Clues in the pretense.

"Did you guys even get my consent to erase my memory?! 'One-Eyed Bird' was actually human?! Aren't you just like monsters?!"

The workers scattered like birds and beasts, trying to cross the blockade.

Over there, or more precisely, on the west and north sides of the factory area, a small electric scooter and a bicycle were rapidly approaching the location of Lizali Asu.

Chapter Ninety-Eight: I'm Going to Save People

"Who's really being irresponsible?!"

Jun Sakuma's fingers were stiff from the cold wind, and his face should have suffered the same fate, but it was in good condition because Jun Sakuma kept talking along the way, trying to communicate with the sleeping guy in his pocket.

"Can I transform using just this stone? I remember you said it was a transformation device, right?"