Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

In his dream, Samuel and "Gen" boarded the instructor's small boat, where the instructor asked them if they were convinced of their authority.

"Gen" is a word that can convince your grandma.

The instructor patted him on the shoulder and laughed heartily: "Good! Very spirited!"

Then the two of them, along with the freshly opened compressed biscuits, were thrown into the water again, and the small boat sputtered away with its motor.

"Gen" gave a sheepish smile to the expressionless "Xun" and held up a compressed biscuit: "Shall we eat first?"

"Let's get this thing out of here first?" Jun Sakuma stopped far from the blockade line. He didn't think he could run in alone and physically smash something tens of meters high.

He ventured into the alley and found the Light Chaser's Medal, which resembled a stone.

Only the core of this thing is gem-like; the outer layer is all grayish-brown, and it feels like you could cover your fingers with stone powder if you rub them lightly.

Jun Sakuma looked completely bewildered.

The outer shell is open, but it's not responding. I tapped it lightly with my finger, and hmm... it's a very hard stone, heavy in the hand, and has a good texture.

He turned his gaze to the gray cement wall, and for a moment, he thought to himself that maybe something was stuck and wouldn't open, and that hitting the wall hard might work a miracle.

Just like a TV screen with static, turning it on and off is one method, but hitting the screen with a series of slaps and kicks is another.

Besides, on TV, you have to shout slogans to transform, and you even have to recite incantations for "Open Sesame." This thing probably will too...

Jun Sakuma pulled the little Hikari out of his pocket and waved it around: "How do you use this thing? Hey—say something and you can keep sleeping!"

If it weren't for the fact that it was still warm to the touch, he would have suspected that he had touched a certain kind of figurine and foolishly wandered through alleys in the middle of the night, trying to make the figurine talk.

Damn it, even wind-up toys for kids make squeaking noises, flashing lights, and singing! The distorted sound effects travel from the bedroom through the walls to the living room, completely unstoppable!

And you!

He abandoned his teammates and went off to wander off on his own, making everyone worry for days! Now he's nothing but a hand warmer and a light source!

The joints move freely and there's no color bleeding on the back; this new soft vinyl is really exquisite, isn't it?

"If I use it all up to transform, am I finished too?" Jun Sakuma shook the "figure" lying in his palm again. The "figure's" head swayed from side to side: "Ah... Instruction manual! Samuel!!!"

This unlicensed, run-down factory sells toys without instructions! And customer service is completely unresponsive!

When "Gen" sees the dead face of "Xun", it feels as if it were dead itself.

"Brother, say something. I'm getting tired of doing stand-up comedy all the time. You're wearing down the creative passion of the people's artists."

The two splashed around in the lake. After finishing their "extra meal," their partner, who used to hum and haw, no longer even bothered to offer any polite responses.

"Gen" believes that he has "lost his beloved son".

"Xun" swam a little too fast and intentionally or unintentionally splashed water on the face of this idiot who couldn't control his mouth.

"Alright, I'll take your splashing as clapping," "Gen" said, displaying superior self-regulation: "...My son, wait for your father! Do you know how many ways a seal can clap its hands?"

Do you know how many ways there are to stop a monster?

CIC has set up many contingency plans, but the simplest one is also the most popular.

It is the Meta-Ta domain.

Chishu Rei pedaled the bicycle with her own body and reached the speed of a gasoline-powered four-wheeled vehicle.

The Evolution Truster shone brightly, and Chishu Rei thanked it.

Samuel was shining, and Jun Sakuma told him to wake up.

The blockade on the west side was calm.

Suddenly, there was a commotion on the northern blockade line.

A dark figure charged in relentlessly.

The shadowy figure was a person riding a bicycle. Before the group of memory police could figure out what was going on, the bicycle, like a ten-ton road roller, smashed into the stones blocking the road with a thud. These stones, which even weightlifting experts could only move little by little, flew out of sight in an arc, making people suspect that they were not solid but filled with a bunch of foam stuffing.

In contrast, the bicycle's slender wheels were perfectly straight, and it must have been ridden by a young man in an orange jacket who "whooshed" into the factory area.

No one had the energy to pay attention to the bicycle hitting the rocks; their heads snapped to attention as the shadow loomed over them, speechless as if they'd seen a rocket hurtling close to the ground.

The "rocket" disappeared at the end of the road in the blink of an eye, followed by a beam of light.

"It's a giant!" shouted the worker, who had been restrained by the memory police. "Giants and 'Nightwalkers' can destroy the Barnib monster... Hey! One-eyed bird! I don't want to forget who saved me!"

"It's not up to you," the man in the black suit replied.

"Then I can..." The worker struggled violently, "Go to hell!"

of!"

Giants appeared, and a sea of ​​gold descended from the sky.

The Banib monster and the Nightcrawler plane disappeared, leaving only a group of excited workers confronting TLT staff.

"Your own father is going to get beaten up like a grandson by giants, you one-eyed bird... If you've got the guts, shoot me dead, otherwise nobody can mess with my memories!"

"This is for your own good."

"I broke your arm so you could enjoy your vacation, it was all for your own good. You guys are just using that 'cell phone' to erase memories? Don't wave it around in front of your grandpa!"

Jun Sakuma walked out of the alley, and Rijari Aso disappeared, but that didn't mean he could go back.

Without Samuel's support, he couldn't fight against the alien beasts that were tens of meters tall, but he could do other things.

This is something that any ordinary person can do.

There might be people trapped under the rubble in those damaged factory buildings, or perhaps someone injured and in need of help. The former policeman couldn't just turn away; he decided to search for civilians.

He stuffed the figurine and the broken stone back into his pocket and got back on his electric scooter.

The men in black suits on the west side didn't see the workers coming out, but instead their former colleagues who were trying to rush in from the outside.

"Hey—!" Jun Sakuma shouted, "You guys are only responsible for erasing memories, not for catching people!"

The men in black suits looked at each other in bewilderment.

The electric scooter drew closer, and they finally saw Jun Sakuma's face clearly: "Ah...you are..."

“I helped you with the news editing work!” Jun Sakuma slowly slowed down and approached, looking like he wanted to negotiate peacefully: “I don’t remember us taking on the ‘leaky sieve’ task. Let me through, okay? Look at all the factories that have collapsed. Every extra person helps.”

“Excuse me,” one of them stepped forward, raising his arm slightly, “we are following orders from our superiors…”

Before the words were even finished, the slow-moving electric scooter suddenly accelerated!

Sakuma Jun saw his movements and guessed that he was probably going to take out the memory eraser, so he quickly turned his gaze away and focused on twisting the screws to accelerate towards the edge of the slag heap.

He had it all planned out. He would avoid it if possible, and if he couldn't, the little electric scooter would probably tip over. In that case, he would just climb in. As long as no one held him back, he was confident he could outrun his former colleague.

The memory police need to maintain the blockade; at most, one or two of them can go looking for him, and the rest will have to go back after a while.

The electric scooter's motor was running at its limit, making a loud rumbling sound like a motorcycle. It drove towards the edge of the slag heap, where there were people guarding it. When they saw a car coming aggressively towards them, they would instinctively try to dodge it.

The electric scooter went faster and faster, and the man in the black suit was surprised to find that he could actually hear the wind whistling!

What brand is this electric scooter?

A faint light shone from Jun Sakuma's purse.

The person riding the electric scooter, though alone, seems to have a thousand troops behind them:

"I knew it! Those are the bosses' inflexible thinking! Get out of the way! I need to save people!"

Chapter 99 My Figurine is Lost

Jun Sakuma didn't hit anyone.

It only destroyed a pile of slag.

Like their colleagues who saw the low-altitude "rocket" from the north, the police officers here were equally dumbfounded, watching the dark figure kill anyone in its way, blasting through mountains and crashing into walls, disappearing into the distance.

Jun Sakuma felt as if he were possessed by a special effects movie. His wallet suddenly felt hot, and a thin film of light suddenly unfolded in front of his eyes, like a flying object breaking into the atmosphere in a science fiction movie, pushing away everything in its way.

The light film covering the electric scooter is transparent, like an egg inside.

An egg crashed into a pile of construction waste with a loud "bang!"

The slag heap poured a torrential downpour of sand onto the black-suited man who was standing there dumbfounded, scattering debris everywhere.

Ants crawled along his skin, and Jun Sakuma saw golden "threads" wrapped around his arm, like circuit boards; these must be the source of this power.

The electric scooter sped along, successfully entering the area most severely damaged.

TLT's search and rescue personnel had to wait for the Night Raid Team to report that the battle was over before they could enter the scene, which actually saved Jun Sakuma a lot of trouble.

He didn't want to be rescuing people while simultaneously being arrested.

"Samuel, you're awake?" He thought the figurine had finally come back to life, so he stopped his electric scooter and reached into his pocket.

As a result, he didn't get to touch the glowing and hot figurine; all he had left in his pocket was a hard rock.

It is the merit of those who pursue the light.

He was in such a hurry that he just put it next to Samuel. Oh no, where is Samuel?

Where is the "figure" I just put in my pocket?

My pockets weren't leaking anything. Are there pickpockets around here?!

The Light Chaser's Medal still resembles a stone toy, except that its core reveals the base color of opal, with golden light sand slowly flowing within. Silk-like lines extend from it, gradually widening as they reach Jun Sakuma—the very "circuit board" currently wrapped around him!

Upon seeing this strange occurrence, a bad thought surfaced in Jun Sakuma's mind: