Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

Jun Sakuma has deduced that he, or they, are the masterminds behind the spread of the so-called hymns of praise to Banib.

According to the original plan devised with Shinzo Negi, the information should not have been released so quickly; people would have had at least a considerable buffer period. However, the enemy took advantage of this, greatly accelerating the information dissemination process by using the incident of humans transforming into small alien beasts.

Now that they've destroyed the first base, their intentions are crystal clear.

"Sigh..." Jun Sakuma sighed, his nose started getting stuffy again. He picked up a hot water bottle and gulped it down, only then did he feel his breathing become clear again.

He put down his cup, and Samuel, who had just hit the back of his head, was glaring at him with displeasure.

Sakuma Jun originally thought Samuel would take a few days off, but to his surprise, he popped up again the very next day. He was just leaning against the hot porcelain cup, half-asleep, looking at the TLT database with him.

"Why don't you go back and get some more sleep?" Jun Sakuma noticed that he wasn't as radiant as usual, so he quickly filled his water glass, and steaming hot vapor rose up.

"You also need to be able to sleep." Samuel leaned back against the porcelain cup and remained motionless, staring at the scrolling reports on the screen, lost in thought.

The two silently flipped through the battle report for a while, when Sakuma Jun suddenly heard Samuel call his name.

"What's wrong?" He looked down at the little light man, who was unusually not dozing off.

“Those ‘monster humans’ were mass-produced by the ‘Alliance’,” Samuel said softly. “They mastered the method of drawing upon extraterrestrial power and conducted many experiments. The instructor was one of the successful individuals.”

Jun Sakuma held his breath, and Jun Himeya stopped what he was doing and looked up at them.

"But the instructor's method of gaining power was too slow, and the 'Alliance' was not satisfied. In the end, they chose a simpler method—at the cost that the test subjects immediately lost their minds. This is what is known as 'Monster Humans'."

“Some individuals are very weak, and ordinary bullets can kill them. Some individuals are very strong, and they can take on an entire tank battalion with their bare hands,” Samuel seemed reluctant to talk about these things, and his voice grew lower and lower: “I told you before that those weak individuals are born looking like monsters... just like the small alien beasts now.”

Jun Sakuma recalled the monsters that "Sun" killed in his fragmented dreams. At first, he thought they were monsters from a strange fantasy world. After all, with "Gen" able to control storms, it wouldn't be unacceptable for strange beasts to appear.

He assumed that Samuel had lived in a world somewhat similar to this one, but one where strange monsters and humans coexisted.

Now that he thinks about it carefully, he realizes that they have the same mutated limbs. He did occasionally see bones that resembled those of humans. At the time, he wondered why "Xun" didn't seem happy after defeating the monster. Instead, he always had a stern face and his voice was devoid of emotion when reporting, as if he had suffered a defeat. Now he finally has the answer.

Those monsters are people.

He could deduce why that world had to force even children to fight; it was perhaps due to the small alien beasts, or rather, the uncontrolled actions of Barnib's followers.

future.

"The Alliance calls the place where monsters are produced the 'Primordial Nest.' They haven't fully figured out the secret of how some monsters are strong and some are weak after they've been mutated, so they've tricked all the test subjects they can catch into going there. 'Gen' said that if he were caught, he'd rather go into the gas chamber than go to the 'Primordial Nest' and be turned into a monster."

Jun Sakuma listened in silence, while Jun Himeya stood by without uttering a word.

His intuition told him that Samuel seemed to have something else to say, but he just sighed in the end, something Jun Sakuma rarely saw him sigh.

“The water’s cold,” Samuel suddenly said.

"Huh? I poured in water that just boiled." Jun Sakuma tested the temperature; it was scalding hot, but very warm.

Samuel stood up and transformed into silver light, disappearing into the Medal of the Light Chaser.

Jun Sakuma covered the cup with both hands: "It's good that you're not going to take it, I also want to warm my hands."

"Ouch!" Runping, his eyelids drooping, pulled out who knows how many tissues he'd found that day: "Qixia...where did you put your cold medicine? I need it urgently..."

Chapter 128 Starry River Reflection

As it turns out, Baolucao's Haunted House for the Elderly is a warm and welcoming haunted house.

It is extremely friendly to its staff.

When Jun Sakuma saw the steaming hot water bottle spread out in front of him, he almost burst into tears: "Ah... Karin, did you make this?"

Huali nodded and then shook her head: "Sister Qixia bought hot water bottles, and sent some to Brother Runping. I... plugged them in and pressed the switch. Does that count as something I did?"

"That's good!" The old father shed tears of relief as his daughter learned to take care of others.

He discovered that his bedding was also warm, and when he asked why, he learned that Samuel had run out while he was washing up and thrown a fireball onto the bedding.

"I thought the blanket was going to burn!" Huali stretched out her arms as wide as possible to show how big the fireball was: "The fire was silver, and then the blanket 'poof'—it was all warm and cozy!"

Ah, my daughter is so cute...

Jun Sakuma rarely experienced such VIP treatment. Touching the warm bedding, he was deeply moved. If he had to describe it, it would be like wanting to eat ramen and only having a bowl, but someone immediately grabbed a large ladle and slammed the noodles and sauce into the bowl, along with a steaming bowl of rich broth. Just when he was about to hug the person and call them family, the person waved his hand and pulled out a bunch of side dishes: "Do you want this golden tempura or this silver pickled radish?"

So comforting!

"dad……"

"what?"

"I've heard that people who stay up late are more likely to have health problems," Huali said seriously, resting her chin on her hand. "Colds, coughs, and then hair loss, Dad! Hair loss makes you ugly!"

Jun Sakuma's happy smile had not yet faded.

“You need to exercise more, sleep more, go to bed early and get up early. 'Daddy' sleeps very well.” After attending many small group classes, Karin has also picked up the habits of unlicensed “teachers,” especially Jun Himeya. She frowned, her expression looking strangely familiar: “I will make sure you don’t stay up late. Speaking of exercise…”

She thought for a moment and finally dug out a relatively reliable piece of information from her memory: "Learn yoga with Sister Qixia?"

Jun Sakuma knew that Karin cared about him, but he felt only melancholy, as if all his gratitude had been swallowed up by the dog hair clip in Karin's hair.

“You really should exercise more.” Samuel’s figure solidified on the bed, he felt the warmth of the blankets and nodded with satisfaction.

Junichi Sakuma said, "I can take down a small alien beast myself." (Monthly subscription group: 694936135)

“That’s because of the Lightbringer’s honor,” Samuel said, glancing at him, especially at his stomach which had only one abs. “Didn’t you want to fight in gigantic form?”

Touched by the topic that piqued his interest, Jun Sakuma immediately sat down with a serious expression and casually took out the stone-like transformation device: "I remember you said it hasn't recovered yet."

"It will recover sooner or later; look at the parts around the core now."

Jun Sakuma quickly turned on the transformation device and found that part of the outer layer of the opal-like core had disappeared at some point, revealing a dark blue base.

The human form's eyes suddenly shone as brightly as the headlights of a car coming from the opposite direction.

"We can fight side by side now! Ah... no, I mean really fighting together outside, not me inside reporting numbers to you."

Samuel answered easily: "Yes, as long as you don't use it to do..."

“No way!” Jun Sakuma knew what he was talking about. He thought of Muchini, the human form who used the Light Chaser’s Medal to slaughter alien races and eventually lost his power.

"Okay, that's good." Xiao Guangren patted the bedding, which had been dried again, and stood up to go back to snuggle up.

Huali stepped forward and interrupted him: "Um, 'Dad'! I had a handicraft class with Sister Qixia, and I made something! Do you want to go and see it?"

Samuel glanced back at Jun Sakuma, who waved his hand and said, "I have a cold, so I'm going to bed early and getting up early. It's rare to see Karin succeed in her crafts; it would be a shame if you didn't go and watch."

"You just didn't see me succeed!"

"It wasn't like this when you took apart my Lego set."

"I was clearly building Lego!"

Sakuma Jun pushed her out the door like a little chick: "So you took it all apart and then pieced it together to spell 'I hate you,' thank you, my dear Karin."

Samuel followed the mysterious Karin downstairs to the lobby. Karin leaned on the table and craned her neck to ask Nana, who was drawing a design.

"What about my handicrafts from during the day?"

Qi Xia opened the tool bag at her feet, and Hua Li immediately spotted the exquisite little cloth bag. She took it and presented it to Samuel like a treasure: "Here you go!"

This bag was about half the size of Samuel's current body; its small size was indeed inconvenient at times.

"Thank you?" He reached out his hand, and light particles swirled and danced, turning into Aiba Yu's appearance when they touched the small cloth bag.

Huali watched him open the bag, and she held her breath, then poured out everything she was about to say in a rapid, almost gurgling stream: "I feel like 'Dad' always seems unhappy. When I'm unhappy, I catch grasshoppers, but I can't just give them live ones. Now that it's cold, I can't find any grasshoppers, so... Sister Qixia can weave grasshoppers! Mine is a bit ugly, but if you don't like it, there's another one made by Sister Qixia inside. Hers is prettier. This is for you! Keep it if you like it, or throw it away if you don't. It's okay, I'll weave a prettier one for you..."

A translucent palm gently covered her soft hair.

Karin suddenly forgot what she was going to say next; she saw the ghost "father" smiling.

"I love so much."

[Hey, it's rare for Father to give his son a gift, quickly accept it.]

Aiba Yu held the clumsy grasshopper, while "Xun" held the gift that "Gen" had given him.

They were all so light, so light that they seemed as if a gust of wind could carry them away, but the more light they were, the more Samuel valued them.

"But I have nothing to give you in return, um... what does Karin like the most?"

"A dog? A teddy bear?" Karin thought for a long time, "Dad? Mom... Ah! Cherry blossoms!"

"Okay, then let's go with cherry blossoms."

Karin thought that this magical "father" was going to conjure up cherry blossoms, and in a sense she was right. The ghost "father" opened his hands, and tiny specks of light appeared out of thin air. He held this shimmering thing as if he were holding a galaxy.

Then, the "stars" in the Milky Way connected in pairs and gradually formed the shape of petals. Were they cherry blossoms? But this one was quite different from the Somei Yoshino that is commonly seen in rosewood.

“It’s a forsythia,” Aiba Yu said.

"Gen" is a person who knows how to enjoy life, not to mention how much effort he put into pursuing his goddess. He invited his goddess to enjoy the flowers, scenery, and people under the cherry blossoms in spring, but a sudden rainstorm hit halfway there, and the goddess went back. He and "Xun," who was dragged along as a third wheel, were soaked to the bone.

Thus, "Xun" remembered the name of this flower from his limited knowledge.

They are indeed very beautiful; when they bloom in large swathes, they resemble pink clouds.

Just like the cherry blossoms in his memory, the petals that Aiba Yu held in his hands multiplied, eventually becoming as dense as brocade.

He gently shook his hand, and the dense cluster of petals rose to the dome with a "bang".

The cherry blossoms, like stars, suddenly fluttered and fell like rain. In Kaori's eyes, they resembled both the wind-blown petals of a cherry tree corridor along a river and the Milky Way cascading down, with shooting stars sparkling like diamonds, seemingly within reach.

She couldn't help but reach out and catch a small "petal," the light flakes flicking off her fingertips.

"What are you filming?" Bao Lucao leaned over and saw his idol, a war photographer, raising his camera again.

Jun Himeya looked away from behind the lens and sighed, "It can't take pictures."