Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

“Golden fruit, the master of the goat, pentagrams hanging upside down… are they talking about Satan?” Runping felt a strong sense of déjà vu about the elements in the poem.

"Alien beasts, in a sense, are indeed similar to Satan, like demons and the like. I don't know much about religion," Bao Lu Cao half-raised his eyelids, one hand still pressing the calculator, wondering if his recent expenses had been too high, and whether he should take on some photography work again. But the ripples he had made recently were really hard to ignore. He clicked his tongue: "There are actually people who are looking forward to this kind of thing."

Compared to others, Genrai Jinzang, who has focused on public opinion work for many years, thinks further ahead: "Such people will never be absent, but such a level of dissemination is abnormal."

If a ghost in a movie similar to Onmyoji exorcising demons is good-looking, some people might even let their values ​​be swayed by the appearance of the ghost, and conjure up a bizarre romantic fantasy in their minds.

The monsters in the videos are so outlandish they defy all aesthetic standards, a mix of worms and arthropods, slime and flesh of one color. The fleeting glimpses of these monsters in the live-action videos have been meticulously recreated and refined by skilled photographers to approximate their realism.

The master artist said he was sick of drawing it and would need a month to refine such a blurry image. People who see the picture often quickly scroll past it at first glance, then take a deep breath and go back to look after mentally preparing themselves, only to be disgusted by the dense fleshy bumps and other things. Those with high tolerance can go back and look at it a third time, and finally type in a reply: "Great picture, I can't keep it to myself, I'm sharing it with the group."

Some people might like this stuff, but in terms of quantity, it certainly can't compare to things that appeal to the general public. Nowadays, the spread of these kinds of things is so high that even elementary school students can sing them as a joke, which is really strange.

Besides the blurry live videos, some clearer videos gradually began to circulate on the forum, showing even the crumbs of chewed bones. Some curious people couldn't resist their curiosity and, in order to show off their skills, they shared these videos everywhere.

The key issue is... that forum is maintained by themselves, and a large number of things chanting Banibu and videos that are really unsuitable for dissemination have been deleted. The backend is also trying its best to restrict it through review, but the number of leaks is not decreasing at all, and a bunch of messy things have started to be published in print media.

Genrai Jinzo borrowed Horokusa's number to call a newspaper he knew. The person on the other end recognized his voice, and Genrai Jinzo thought the conversation would go smoothly. However, when he asked where their Banibu monsters came from, the other person replied, "You're allowed to eat the meat while we drink the soup? You have talented 'friends,' and so do we!"

"Then you can't sing about Barnib the Monster, they eat people!"

"Huh? The story involves cannibalism, and a lot of people like vampires. Do you want to interfere? If the submission is high quality, we'll use it. If you're not happy, go ahead and publish something praising someone else. What, you don't like my newspaper selling well and want to cut off my source of income?"

Genlai was furious, but he couldn't tell her that this wasn't a story at all. He could only hang up the phone and figure out how to quell this strange wind.

"Um..." Runping thought for a long time, then hesitated and said, "Maybe we don't need to worry about it?"

You're telling me we should just ignore it when some people are practically begging the alien beasts for mercy?!

"We spread the story of Barnibu and the giants just to make people less afraid of alien beasts, and now..." He pointed to the effusive praise on the webpage about golden lotuses blooming everywhere, "They really aren't afraid anymore."

For the first time, Shinzo Negi, who had worked in traditional print media for many years, felt a profound sense of being out of touch with the times: "You mean—let them worship alien beasts?"

Runping waved to him and turned the screen around, saying, "Come and see."

As you scroll the mouse, you see pages upon pages of replies below the long hymn of praise.

The worshippers of the Banib monster and all sorts of people argued amongst themselves, their words beautiful and their language elegant. They exchanged sincere greetings to each other's relatives and offered heartfelt blessings for each other's physical and mental health.

Damn, someone actually made a detailed compilation of Barnib monsters...

Runping found what netizens were saying amusing, but Genrai Jinzang still couldn't let go of his worries: "The sources of these songs and the alien beast videos that serve as the originals are abnormal."

"We can't control that. Even if we delete it, someone else will just forward it. We can't keep up with the deletions. I'm just saying that if it gets forwarded, it might not affect you."

"Thinking so badly." Runping left the page on the Banib monster encyclopedia.

"Is that so?" The veteran reporter took off his glasses and wiped them. He held the metal frames in his hand, and the slightly cool touch was quickly warmed up, but he only felt cold all over.

Chapter 115 Abnormal

Mizuki Nonomiya, a young memory police officer, has only been on the job for a short time, but is tasked with monitoring important targets.

Hiroshi Misawa praised her as having a bright future.

Shintaro Hirata, who was so bored that he would count and crack sunflower seeds again, told her: "The seniors are just lying to the newbies. They just don't have enough manpower."

Hiroyuki Misawa glared at him, and Shintaro Hirata shoved the rest of the sunflower seeds back at him: "Okay, stop looking at me like that, I'll help you with your files, okay?"

Mizuki Nonomiya acknowledged that there was indeed a shortage of manpower, but he was determined to work hard and live up to his superiors' trust.

The first day of the surveillance mission.

Mizuki Nonomiya, a promising newcomer, was discovered by his target, who chased him down the street and learned his name.

Do you want some cake?

He was a good-tempered, energetic person, full of youthful spirit... The mission target would invite the person monitoring him to go out for a meal.

His voice is quite nice... Ahhh, no, Ruisheng! Forget about his voice!

The clothes smell nice too, did you use lemon-scented laundry detergent...? Ahhh, no, I can't forget about that!

His hair is very fine and soft, and this kind of hair gets oily very easily, but it's very clean because he washes it frequently... Please, just forget about it!

"My future is probably over..." That day, Mizuki Nonomiya inexplicably accepted an invitation for a cup of hot chocolate. Her former colleagues, who had fled, laughed heartily, while her current colleagues from other departments comforted her, saying, "Taking a break during lunch is nothing."

So she truly couldn't forget it.

It's normal for a monitor to be focused on their own mission objectives, right?

When she came to her senses, she found herself sitting in front of the snack stall with the newspaper.

He looked down at the newspaper, then looked up at him.

Of course, it means to carry out a task.

Keeping the target in sight is also part of the mission!

She nervously lowered her head again, pretending to read the newspaper, but she couldn't absorb a single word. Piles of words were laid out in front of her, but no information could enter her mind.

She realized she had been distracted and looked up to find her target, only to be startled when the target suddenly sat down in front of her!

“Don’t get excited,” the target said, holding a drink in each hand. “Coffee or hot chocolate?”

Nonomiya Mizuki wanted to turn and run away again, but before she could reply, the target's expression suddenly changed. He solemnly put down his drink and looked at the distant horizon.

Mizuki Nonomiya followed his gaze and saw only tall buildings and distant mountains. The clouds were thick today, like a quilt pressing down on the sky. If the city's landmarks were any higher, they would seem to touch the bottom of the clouds.

The sky was a pale gray, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

But the target quickly ran away, heading in the direction he had just been gazing.

"It's all for you."

Leaving behind a message, he quickly disappeared into the crowd. Nonomiya Mizuki initially followed behind, but the distance between them grew increasingly larger. She had never encountered a mission target who could run so fast; this was truly…

The phone suddenly rang. Nonomiya Mizuki took it out and checked the number. It was Shuto Saya calling.

"How's the mission going?" A routine check-up.

"Ah, yes! Everything... is normal."

……

Something is not right.

This was especially true for Matsunaga Hazuki.

Five years ago, her mother went to Shinjuku to pick up some clothes and was caught in a meteorite crash, becoming one of the 670 missing people. After that, her father seemed to be engrossed in mysterious work, only returning home once a month. Matsunaga Hazuki gradually developed a habit of wandering around the park every day.

Since no one will greet you with "Welcome back" when you go home, why not go out for a walk?

With this mindset, Matsunaga Hazuki became a regular visitor to the park. She remembered an apricot tree; when she was a child, her mother would bring her to play there. The apricot tree was only as thick as a child's arm. Now, she walked past it every day, and the apricot tree had become a good shelter from the wind and rain.

Today, she went to see the apricot tree as usual.

The weather has been a bit unusual lately. Summer is over, and we've entered late autumn. Logically, it shouldn't be cold enough to require a padded jacket yet, and the girls can still wear trench coats for a while, stubbornly sticking to their pretty short skirts. Matsunaga Hazuki maintains her usual dressing habits. In previous years, she didn't feel cold at all, but this year she wished she could immediately wrap herself in a scarf and turn herself into a dumpling.

The wind brushed past her legs, which were exposed outside her boots, and she shivered, deciding to go back early.

Another unusual occurrence was a commotion.

The parks in the suburbs are large and rarely have such noise, as if a group of people are gathered together arguing.

Matsunaga Hazuki walked curiously toward the direction from which the sound came, but before she had taken two steps, the arguing was punctuated by a scream.

Like a towering spire suddenly bursting forth from a calm lake, the spire rumbles and the lake boils, the screams turning into indistinct gurgling.

"boom"!

Something stomped heavily, and the ground trembled slightly.

Matsunaga Hazuki hesitated, as if something big had happened. She was curious but dared not go forward again.

“BOOM, BOOM—!”

The ground shook again, and the leg clad in black knee-high boots retreated halfway.

He took a step, then turned and ran!

An earthquake? Or have construction vehicles like road rollers and pile drivers stopped repairing roads and started building parks instead?

The concrete floor trembled so much that she almost thought she was walking on soft mud instead of a paved surface.

The people arguing emerged from the corner; some of them ran past her, and she caught a glimpse of their silhouettes.

They were middle school students, all wearing school uniforms. The way they wore their uniforms wasn't very proper; some wore them slung across their shoulders, while others had graffiti on them. Their hair was dyed in bright, colorful patterns, clearly indicating they weren't well-behaved kids.

The people scattered like a flock of startled sparrows, their nests broken apart. Unlike Matsunaga Hazuki, who sensed something was wrong and decided to leave, they all looked terrified. Some people collapsed to the ground after only a few steps because their legs gave way. Their companions glanced back at them, hesitated, wanting to stop but not daring to actually turn back. Finally, they stamped their feet and fled on their own amidst their companions' shouts.

Matsunaga Hazuki heard the shouts and turned around to look. In shock, she followed in the footsteps of the person who had fallen.

"Strange, monster..."

That was the source of the ground tremors, a monster several meters tall, whose exact nature was indescribable.

It has four legs that support its body, shaped like a tall spider, with strange claws at the top. Each foot leaves six small dents. When it runs, it is not as agile as a spider at all. It is like a robot that cannot keep its balance, wobbling and making a crunching sound on the ground.

Its abdomen is not as large as a spider's, and it has no tail. Instead, it has a ribcage that is segmented, expanding and contracting with its breathing.

Matsunaga Hazuki's hands were too weak; she was so frightened that she almost collapsed and could only drag herself backward in vain.

"Don't, don't come here!"

Chapter 116 Matsunaga Hazuki

She wasn't the monster's next target.