Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

"My son, now your father is certain: that old man, the instructor, is unreliable!"

The two were on a cliff with a beautiful view. The cliff top was covered with lush green grass, and as far as the eye could see, the sea of ​​clouds and the sea of ​​trees blended together. If they had arrived earlier, they could have seen the sunrise over the golden clouds.

"Gen" was extremely close to the edge of the cliff; if he took a step forward, he would surely fall. He did not have a fear of heights, and besides, in his own words, "these winds are all my sons," so he remained calm.

He calmly cursed the instructor whose ashes were scattered somewhere.

“There is no such thing as ‘real inheritance’ at all. What the instructors taught us and what they taught us will eventually turn us into monsters! That unreliable old man never realized it until he died!” “Gen” shouted in a venting manner, his voice flying towards the cotton-like sea of ​​clouds.

The scales grow in fine, dense lines, spreading from the wrist to the finger bones.

He raised his hand, looked at the mark that was about to be covered, and turned back, revealing an eye that had turned into a beast's pupil: "My son, I have a few words to say."

The person with the character "艮" (Gen) is most annoyed when their superiors say "I'd like to say a few words" during meetings, because it always turns into a long speech that makes people want to doze off but also afraid of being caught on the spot.

He hoped that "Xun" would be more patient and talk a little longer, just like those long-winded guys.

“Your characteristic is ‘assimilation,’ and perhaps it is because of this that you can last longer than us.”

first sentence.

"Xun" silently counts, engraving each word in his heart.

The mark on the back of “Gen”’s hand lit up, and he grabbed “Xun”’s wrist, the two marks touching.

"The goddess has been missing for a long time, and she's probably turned into a monster. Maybe she's that newly discovered lightning bolt. If you find her, you might be able to take over her power."

second sentence.

His speech was a little slurred, but it was still understandable.

The so-called lightning bolt was a newly detected target a few days ago; it rampaged and destroyed half the city. Its abilities did indeed seem very familiar, and it even had a follower who could attack with sonic waves. Could it really be "Zhen" and her partner?

The imprints merge, and the power originating from the same source is effortlessly intertwined.

"The source of their power must be very strong. You need to kill more monsters to strengthen yourself, but be careful of the limits. Consciousness disappears very quickly."

The third sentence.

"Gen" shook his head as he spoke, but seemed not to be fully awake. He used his claw-like hand to scratch one side of his head until it was a bloody mess.

His fingers clenched involuntarily, and he could already smell the aroma of flesh and blood, as if a voice was urging him to eat quickly.

"Whether it's the orthodoxy the instructors believe in or the monsters created by the 'Alliance,' they're all the same thing... Now we're enemies on both sides. My son, you've got to be something! You're the hope of the whole village!"

The character “艮” is meant to make a thumbs-up gesture.

But he discovered that his thumb had turned into a claw, and no matter how he looked at it, it seemed like it was going to clamp down on something and tear the other person's flesh apart.

"What the hell?! The aesthetics of this 'Primal Nest' are terrible!!!"

pat, pat.

He struggled to adapt to a vision different from that of human eyes and saw transparent, warm droplets hitting their clasped hands.

The mark has been half-transmitted.

The mutated claws were completely covered by scales, and "Xun" grasped them with human hands, completely disregarding the blood drawn from the skin by the jagged bony armor.

"Haha," he chuckled dryly, "What's wrong? It's rare for Father to give his son a gift, so take it quickly and stop crying."

The other party ignored him, only gripping his mutated claws tightly with both hands. "Xun" lowered his head, and occasionally a few sobs could be heard.

"Gen" wanted to laugh at him, but ultimately didn't let the nasty words escape his throat; he took a deep breath.

The Qi (vital energy) forcefully pushed the "Xun" (巽) away!

"Get out of here! I'm turning into a monster now! I'll bite your head off! Are you scared? Get out of here!...Get out!"

The last word was mixed with the roar of a strange beast, clearly indicating that his vocal cords were beginning to be reshaped.

Xun got up from the ground, wiping his cheek with one hand: "I will come to find you."

[That's right, my son is so clever. Sooner or later, after I become a monster, I'll go to the Primordial Nest to "find my mother." You can use the connection from that half of the mark to pinpoint my location, and that way you can find the monster's lair!]

"Gen" wanted to praise him, but what came out of his mouth was an unintelligible beastly roar.

He knew he was probably no longer a sight to behold, so he turned his back to "Xun" and looked down, trying to see the bottom of the cliff hidden by the sea of ​​clouds.

"Xun" looked at him through the mist, deeply memorizing the distorted light and the figure that was half human and half monster.

Although he hated the other person's nasty words, he now hoped to hear a few more.

He suddenly realized that no one would jokingly tell him in his earpiece, "Remember to call your father to save you," nor would anyone seriously tell him, "Never say 'goodbye,' I don't like hearing it."

The cool breeze, the lingering clouds, and all the warm sunshine in the world—"Gen" gazes at them with longing and breathes them in greedily.

There is no such thing as a free lunch.

Ambitious people discover the power beyond the ordinary and think they have succeeded, but they don't know what they have attracted.

The instructor believed that what he had obtained was the orthodox one, but he never imagined that his ultimate goal was actually the same as those hyena-like monster humans.

Naturally, the young people in the base he personally selected and trained would also face the same predicament.

No one has defeated anyone else; no matter which side wins, humanity on this planet is the loser—the only true victor is the one in the "Original Nest."

The power that humans took from him was absorbed even more under the nourishment of darkness and the watering of flesh and blood. Occasionally, the monsters would return to their lair and return the power that had been taken from them a hundredfold or a thousandfold.

He might be just like the person who likes to toss coins and banknotes to the homeless, while the homeless fight tooth and nail for the money, and he, impeccably dressed, reclines and laughs on a soft, comfortable sofa.

There is only one chance, or rather, only one way to restore all the magical realities to their original state.

"Gen" jumped down.

The monster's roar rose from the bottom of the cliff.

【Xun, your final task is to send these demons and monsters back to where they came from!】

There were two teenagers who went up the mountain that day.

There was only one person on the way down the mountain.

"Xun" had never run such a long mountain road before. The monster's roar was sometimes far away and sometimes near. It dragged a long, thin, sharp tail. Perhaps "Gen" was struggling with whether or not to eat its old friend in the forest.

The "assimilation" characteristic allowed him to quickly harness the power of the storm using half of the "Gen" mark, and the monster's roar eventually faded into the distance.

The young man stepped over overlapping fallen leaves, passed through forest mist and streams, and crossed dappled tree shadows.

In the years to come, he will traverse even higher mountains and wider rivers.

Starting with "Gen," those who called him "Xun" accumulated their marks and were swept away by the flow of time. They were buried in old papers, their joys and sorrows eroded by the passage of time.

Perhaps some people will remember that base, and those teenagers who spent their days figuring out how to escape the clutches of their instructors and the mischief of the cafeteria chef.

People began to tell the legend of "Samuel".

The "Radiant Poisoner" sweeps away all "humans" who have gained superpowers, regardless of whether they are "Alliance" or Rebels.

Both sides regarded him as a calamity and avoided him at all costs.

Some say he is also a monster, with scales, claws, and the eyes of a wild beast.

Some say that he hunts his own kind in an attempt to wrest power from the "original nest".

Some people say he did a good job, quickly slaying all the monsters and making them disappear along with the ghosts and demons, telling the monsters to go wherever they want, and letting humans return to humanity.

He peeled back the monster's skin and saw its inhuman interior.

Occasionally, someone would regain consciousness and use their last moments of lucidity to express their regrets to him; others would hate his actions and spare no effort in hurling all their curses at him.

The charity of the "Primordial Nest" comes with a price tag. From the moment this power seeped into this world and was discovered by ambitious individuals, the waves it would unleash were already foreseeable.

The owner openly told everyone the price of the transaction, but people still flocked to it.

"Xun," or rather, Samuel. In the struggle with the monster's consciousness, he didn't have much time to change the root of the alienation, but he could try to do one thing during this time—prune the branches of the "Primordial Nest" and uproot it!

The withered branches were crushed underfoot, and the cool mist clung to the hair of passersby.

The figure that fled down the cliff that day gradually grew up.

The gradually lengthening mark guided him.

Young people know that they must walk their own path from now on; young people know that they are not alone on their journey.

Although he is alone, his companions will accompany him in another form.

Keep moving forward and cherish the gifts that time brings him.

The tangled wind howled in my ears.

Stars may change, but time is like a knife.

My old friend has grown old; let us not wait for an invitation.

Chapter 135 Traces

“He likes to do this? What a perverse sense of humor,” Junjiro Sakuma muttered to himself, then suddenly realized, “You know him?”

“I suppose so. People call him differently in different worlds. I guess it’s him,” Samuel said. “If we don’t get rid of him, many more alien beasts will appear. I wonder if there is a ‘Primordial Nest’ here as well.”

“The one in Vitamori should have been eliminated. The ‘he’ here… may be something of the same rank, or it may be something of a higher rank. If it is the latter, Chun, no matter what happens, you must not waver.”

"What are you talking about? I've lived almost half my life, I'm not easily defeated," Jun Sakuma reached out to turn the page of the document: "...Oh, wow!"

He forgot that Samuel was still sitting on his right shoulder, and with a tug from his clothes, the little man fell headfirst down.

Jun Sakuma reacted instantly and caught him.