Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

But this was just a “small sacrifice” for him; soon, he reaped even greater rewards.

A chilling aura seeped into his very being, every cell feeling as if it were sinking into an ice cave. Samuel felt his energy rapidly draining away, the end just around the corner.

Mephistopheles' timer.

"This kind of trick..."

“Jun, don’t worry.” Jun Sakuma heard Samuel’s voice and saw that he seemed to be in no distress, not even showing any signs of anxiety about his predicament. He felt relieved and rallied his spirits.

Outside, the silver flames suddenly receded.

"laugh--!"

Before the thunder could follow like a leech, the silver flames that had just been gathered suddenly burst outwards in an even more violent manner!

The Milky Way reversed its course, and the blazing flames directly severed the Thunder Serpent. The giant serpent's body, which was bound outside, was annihilated inch by inch. The elusive flames were like sharp blades, shattering everything in their path, and were unstoppable!

Samuel brushed aside the remaining, thread-like lightning with one hand and looked at Mephistopheles, who was retreating rapidly because of his sudden counterattack.

This dark giant seems to really like his own energy?

The chilling feeling hadn't dissipated. Samuel loathed this stuff, just as when he was "Xun," he hated being punished by swimming five kilometers in cold water, especially when the reason for the punishment was that his gossiping had gotten him into trouble.

Thunder was forced back, and Samuel stomped his foot on the ground, sending rubble and molten lava flying backward. Cracks suddenly appeared, as if they had always been there. In the next blink of an eye, the silver giant had already rushed in front of Mephisto, his fist engulfed in flames, almost burning the other's face.

At that moment, the explosive sound generated by the stomp on the ground came with a deafening roar.

"You have time to deal with me, but why don't you take a look at the one behind you?"

Mephistopheles dodged the attack, but because he was so uncomfortable with the flames, he had to retreat even further.

Samuel assumed he was just trying to distract himself, raised one hand, palm down, and the Explosive Blade condensed in mid-air, its core spinning rapidly like an atomic nucleus with electrons wrapped around it.

"Hey, pity him..."

With his spare energy, Jun Sakuma noticed more things. Samuel turned his head and saw that Nexus had faded into a blur and slowly disappeared.

Is the Arrow Ray Storm skill being used up too much?

“I think I see that ‘he’ is not just taking care of you…”

Samuel turned his attention back to the source of the sound. Mephistopheles waved to him, and a vortex of dark clouds appeared behind the dark giant.

Chapter 112 Sunset and White Birds

"Is he okay?"

"Hmm... that bolt of lightning not only restrained me, but also targeted him."

"Hiss—" Jun Sakuma frowned, the wrinkles that had been creeping up with age becoming even deeper.

After successfully probing the physical condition of Nexus's new host, Dark Mephisto chose to retreat, taking a considerable amount of energy from Samuel along the way. If nothing unexpected happens, he will return with an even more powerful alien beast.

As for the master who wields lightning...

"The Unknown Hand, its codename." Komon Kazuki received the order to retreat and, along with his teammates, piloted the Chrome Chester back to base. On the way, Hiraki Shiori complained about the sudden appearance of dark clouds and lightning, to which Kira Sawa replied, "CIC has conducted a detailed analysis of its appearance and disappearance records. It's not just that the Alien Beasts received healing; judging from the frequency of the Alien Beast vibration waves, the Dark Territory G is also related to it."

As the alien beasts grew stronger, stories about the so-called "Barnib monster" spread like wildfire, and with the "Unknown Hand" appearing out of nowhere... Kazuki Komon sensed an impending storm, like the damp weather before a downpour, the smell of earth mixed with moisture filling his nostrils. He looked up and saw no sun, only heavy dark clouds that seemed to threaten to destroy a city.

He was a little worried about Chiju Rei, who called him "cousin", but since Sakuma Jun was there this time, he should be able to get some support, right?

After the dark realm disappeared, the dilapidated factory area returned to peace. Jun Sakuma lifted the unconscious person up, and Samuel floated to the other side, supporting Rei Chiki's shoulder. Jun Sakuma instantly felt relieved, as if he was not supporting a person weighing a hundred pounds, but a piece of light paper.

“Let’s take him to our place first. His makeshift tin shack is unsuitable for one person; there’s no one to serve him tea or water,” Jun Sakuma said. “Samuel, if we don’t have enough bedding, you see…”

Samuel said he had a new place to sleep and didn't need to take up a whole blanket anymore, so feel free to use it.

"Haunted house".

In the lobby, Bao Lücao was still the only one smoking and waiting until the very end.

For no other reason than that his little electric scooter seemed to have undergone subtle changes. For example, the battery, which was burning out and nearing the end of its life, made him feel melancholy as he drank a sip of soda. Drinking late at night can accelerate aging, so before resting, Qi Xia made a special count of the number of beer cans, just in case he couldn't resist opening a bottle again.

Thinking about this made him even more melancholy.

"Squeak—" The door was gently pushed open, and a familiar-looking guy slunk in like a thief, sticking a leg in before slowly following with his body.

This time, the guy wasn't carrying his electric scooter; he was carrying a person instead.

It's orange too, that's great.

Bao Lücao hissed again, the cigarette ash leaving a shallow burn mark on his finger.

……

Perhaps due to the profound influence of the unknown force, Chiju Rei slept for a long time, not waking up until noon the next day. At first, he said, "It's fine for a young person to sleep a little longer," but later, Sakuma Jun finally realized something was wrong. Samuel told him that it might be due to the loss of his life force.

"Huh? Rei has a fever?" Takashiro Ooshiro called, looking for the new employee who hadn't asked for leave. Jun Sakuma was with Rei Chiki.

I found my phone in my pocket.

“Yes,” Jun Sakuma made up a reason on the spot: “I found him this morning when I was delivering sushi to him, so I brought him to the clinic.”

While handing a tray to a customer, Takashiro Oshiro held the phone between his shoulder and cheek: "I'll go see him after work. How's he? What's his fever? Do you want me to bring him anything? He's always fiddling with little things, and..."

"Ah, he just took his medicine and is already asleep." Jun Sakuma was afraid that if he answered too late, the other party would immediately ask him "which clinic?" and then he would be exposed.

"Oh, then let him get some rest." Takashi Ooshiro hung up the phone, deciding to ask about the situation after closing time and decide whether to go see him.

Even if a kid that age has a fever, he'll be full of energy again as soon as he sweats it out. Maybe by tonight, Chishu Rei won't be able to stay at the clinic and will be pacing around and wanting to come back.

[The senior asked, "Is that Chishu Rei?" I know her.]

The loss of life force was clearly a problem that existed before this. After Samuel confirmed that it was not caused by external injury, Jun Sakuma thought of Shintaro Hirata, who was also a son of Prometheus.

The visitor's image in the database is extremely similar to a jellyfish on Earth, while Shintaro Hirata's appearance is that of a human that even Samuel did not find unusual.

In response, the visitor said, "I obtained a human body through the Prometheus Project." Although it is unclear how they grafted the visitor's consciousness onto a human embryo, considering that the visitor could replicate the technology of the Ultra Warriors... it doesn't seem impossible.

He and I studied at the same institution; Senior Lian is very outstanding!

"Senior?!" You look several years older than Qian Shulian!

The documents that could only be used for one-way communication have been improved and can now be used for two-way communication, similar to chat software. Since his real job was exposed, Shintaro Hirata has been placed in a leisurely department to wait on the sidelines, while Hiroyuki Misawa is so busy that he has nothing to do but watch Hiroyuki Misawa being so busy.

Some suggested manipulating the database to prevent the "observer" from seeing everything, but the head of TLT disagreed. The "observer's" authority was directly delegated by headquarters, and the technical means currently used by the Japanese branch were extensions of research findings on visitors issued by headquarters; they couldn't possibly hide it.

"Ah, my body is a crash course, isn't it? All the Prometheus's sons in the organization are my predecessors." Shintaro Hirata typed at an extremely fast pace. Before Jun Sakuma could even finish reading the sentence, the next sentence was already popping out.

[You must have already looked at the database of the Sons of Prometheus, right? We are children born in test tubes, but unlike us, Senior Lian's genes have a fatal flaw: unstoppable cell collapse, and adulthood also means the end.]

[The organization is certainly conducting drug research! However, due to the presence of the alien beasts, the research focus has shifted to developing drugs targeting alien beast factors, and funding for "Raphael's" research has been interrupted.]

"The funding has been cut off..." Jun Sakuma said, "Doesn't that mean development has to stop?"

The cursor blinked, paused for a moment, and then the next line of text appeared in a flash:

If they won't give us funding, then we'll develop it ourselves.

Shintaro Hirata rubbed his hands together, his fingertips dancing nimbly across the keyboard. Before him lay a blank white document, but in his mind's eye, he seemed to see the people in school uniforms he had encountered at the institution, and that white-bird-like "Senior Rei."

It is not an easy task for visitors to understand human emotions.

He remembered a classroom bathed in the glow of the setting sun, the distant chimes of the clock tower, the rustling wind through the leaves, and flocks of birds taking flight. Suddenly, Qian Shulian asked, "Is my life like the setting sun?"

Shintaro Hirata stopped copying notes and looked up at him.

He was miles ahead of him in biology. The senior who kindly let him copy his notes had his back to him, his face hidden from view, and the tips of his ears appeared translucent, fleshy red in the sunset.

Shintaro Hirata didn't know what emotions were surging in his chest at the time. He only knew that he was in a bad mood. What he was holding under his elbow didn't seem to be his senior's notes, but some kind of suicide note—those neat and beautiful words, with such care, of course he hoped to achieve something.

Every child in the institution possesses extraordinary talent in a particular field, a talent that is difficult for ordinary people to match, and Qian Shulian is no exception. Some are looking forward to graduating early and going to their favorite observatory, while others are already busy participating in research at the institution, and their published papers are like depth charges that shock the academic world.

Prometheus, the mythical figure who ignited the flame of civilization, is the subject of high hopes placed on these infants dubbed "sons of Prometheus" by research institutions. They themselves believe that their future will be as bright as the morning star, destined for boundless possibilities and extraordinary achievements.

But some people won't make it to the future.

Many people eagerly awaited the birth of "Raphael," and the "father" and "brothers and sisters" never gave up.

That day, Senju Rei suddenly said something about the sunset, and then dragged his junior to skip the cafeteria, as if it wasn't him who had suddenly lamented about life, and Hirata Shintaro had misheard.

But the child whose consciousness is combined with that of the son of Prometheus has abundant energy.

He didn't mishear, nor could he misread.

The senior student didn't turn around for a while; the light of the setting sun mingled with the water and flashed by, like the morning sun.

Dewdrops like rosy clouds.

Senior, I need to go back to headquarters.

"Senior, here are your notes back."

"Huh? I already said I'd give it to you," Qian Shulian tapped her head with her finger, "I wrote it all down here, so I don't need the notebook anymore."

Headquarters has suspended the Son of Prometheus program, but regarding the suitable candidates... they're probably frantically pouring funds into it.

"No, you'll need it, senior." At that time, Shintaro Hirata still couldn't distinguish between various subtle emotions. He only felt much relieved when he returned the notebook and saw Rei Senju take it from him.

"Raphael" will come. Please tell your senior, don't give up.

You'll definitely find those notes useful.

Chapter 113 Traces of a Wild Goose in the Snow

"Oh no! I'm late for work!"

The patient who was a cause for concern yesterday is now as energetic as a sparrow bouncing on a power line.