Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

"The Adaptor has already gone to play ball in the dark clouds. If you really can't let it go, you can borrow a Chrome Chester from the Night Raid Team. They can fly through thunderclouds. Go inside and look for him; you might find him! Traitor and Adaptor, killing two birds with one stone. Don't even mention a Chrome Chester. Let the Night Raid Team play in the mud while you fight the alien beasts. Wouldn't it be amazing to crack open their skulls and collect live samples on the spot?"

"The monitor," "the traitor!" came the cacophony on the other end of the phone.

Shintaro Hirata grinned and answered each question, pressing close to the microphone to ensure the other party could accurately pronounce every word: "Senju Rei's file is under the direct control of headquarters. I didn't know that the head of a subordinate department of a branch could arbitrarily arrest someone beyond countless levels."

"Hey, don't mess with them, those research fanatics..."

“Jellyfish can survive by eating plankton.” Shintaro Hirata snapped his phone shut and said quietly. As he spoke, his face darkened and his expressionless eyes stared straight at Rei Chiki. Hayato Kaimoto, who was holding the steering wheel, couldn’t help but glance at him as well.

Then, this "junior" smiled brightly and returned to his usual demeanor: "At most, I'll get a disciplinary action. Anyway, I don't care about official positions or money, so whatever! Besides, their leader promised not to actively search for Ultra Warriors' suitable candidates—the sieve won't find you. At most, they'll just scold me a couple of times on the phone. They're not going to actually come knocking on my door, are they?"

Jun Sakuma couldn't help but laugh when he heard the words "came to his door".

Hearing his confidence, Qian Shulian felt a little more at ease, but he still had many questions: "Why are you here?"

“I already said it was for delivering medicine,” Shintaro Hirata said, lifting the bag that was lying at his feet onto his leg. He pulled out a brown paper bag, roughly tore off the seal, but carefully unfolded the documents inside, as if touching an ancient artifact, almost as if he were wearing gloves. He showed the documents to the person in charge: “Specially approved ‘foreign fake certificate’.”

On the thin paper, most of the text was printed, probably from a template, with the handwritten parts neatly written as the three characters "千树怜".

The person moved his face closer, and Mizuki Nonomiya gently supported him.

The paper shifted down, revealing Shintaro Hirata's smiling eyes: "If you want to take a vacation, just write a report. Your GPA is way higher than mine, and so many professors like you. They might give you a favor... just turn a blind eye. As long as the 'Prometheus's Son Project' isn't exposed, you can actually travel the world if you want, okay?"

Chapter 140 The People Are Still Here

"But... I wasn't told not to go out?"

“Because you secretly ran away, Raphael’s research progress has slowed down by at least ten points,” Hayato Haimoto, who had been silent all along, suddenly said. “None of us have given up, and you are not allowed to give up either.”

Hayato Haimoto, in a sense, is the person Chiki Rei should call "father." After discovering the flaw in the cell collapse, Hayato Haimoto tried to communicate with his superiors, but research funding and personnel inevitably shifted to the research project on the alien beasts, and Raphael's research progress remained indefinitely delayed.

He didn't know how he had survived all these years. He and a few other researchers who had also "raised" Prometheus's son, and who had watched Senju Rei grow up, quietly saved money here and there to make do and continue Raphael's secret research.

Fortunately, some of the sons of Prometheus also joined the research team. Their extraordinary genius played a significant role, giving Hayato Haimoto tremendous motivation and hope.

Accordingly, in order to confirm the effectiveness of the formulation and to monitor the rate of cell collapse at any time, the organization rejected Senju Rei's request to graduate and be sent out for work. Haimoto Hayato thought that he was doing this for her own good, but he never expected that it would make the caged bird yearn for the distant sky even more—even if it might never come back after flying away.

The more talented a person is, the more proud they are. Just as Hayato Kaimoto didn't want to see the child he was raising die young, Rei Chiki didn't want her life to be meaningless. Why waste precious time on things with little hope when you can still move and do meaningful things?

Senju Rei secretly left, without deliberately concealing his itinerary. Haimoto Hayato quickly found him at the amusement park.

The "father" saw his "child's" smiling face through the camera lens. He then hid in the shade of the branches, his mind in turmoil.

Ultimately, the message notifying the agency to come looking for the person was deleted.

“The research data on the vibration waves of alien beasts from the Japanese branch has given us a lot of inspiration. You… have chosen a good location.” The journey wasn’t long, and the car quickly arrived at the hospital gate. The scenery outside the window slowly came to a standstill. Haimoto Hayato turned around and, with a face that showed no “compassion” whatsoever, said something extremely contrasting: “Ren, hang in there.”

Shintaro Hirata carefully put away the documents and flicked the brown paper bag: "It's better to have a living senior. Hey, don't be too surprised if you see someone you know when you go in..."

He jumped out of the car and called out to the blond man guarding the hospital entrance. The man waved his hand, and a trolley and a group of well-trained nurses rushed down the steps, their wheels rattling on the tiled floor.

Shintaro Hirata then smiled and said, "Your seniors and the best doctors in the industry that we could contact came all the way across the Pacific Ocean for this consultation. You have a lot of influence! Cooperate with the treatment and recover soon."

The dark clouds had long since dispersed, and sunlight streamed through the car windows, illuminating the dust particles.

Qian Shulian smelled the disinfectant. He used to dislike this smell, as it often meant a hopeless and futile drug experiment. Instead of bringing about any improvement, it repeatedly reminded him, "Look, you're going to die. The world's top researchers are all here, and none of them can save you."

Now the smell seems less unpleasant. The people who brought it are familiar classmates and teachers. It's rare to see so many foreign faces gathered at the hospital entrance. Everyone passing by looks at this place with curiosity.

Not all geniuses have honed their Japanese skills. Some of them, when trying to pronounce "Senju Rei" like others, sound strange, like a traitor.

"Hahaha..." Seemingly amused by the tongue-tied pronunciation, Chishu Rei couldn't help but laugh.

Mizuki Nonomiya and Shintaro followed them into the hospital. Jun Sakuma did not go down with the crowd. He took the car keys from Hayato Kaimoto and planned to move the thing blocking the entrance into the parking lot.

"Really, this car isn't cheap. Why not just give it to me?" Jun Sakuma was a little confused by the thought process of the researcher he had only met once.

"Do you steal cars?" Samuel sat in the passenger seat, and the Evolution Truster materialized from thin air and landed in front of him.

“I don’t want to see my colleagues at the police station wearing a ‘bracelet’,” Jun Sakuma glanced at him, then exclaimed in surprise when he saw the short sword-shaped object lying in the passenger seat, “Hey! You stole his transformation device?”

Samuel wasn't really interested in talking to him: "It came on its own."

Then, Jun Sakuma saw Hikari lift the Evolution Truster up and float to the windowsill: "Jun, open the window."

"Huh?" He lowered the glass as instructed, revealing a small green belt inside the hospital with drainage ditches along its edges.

Samuel stood by the window for a long time, holding his short sword, then suddenly turned around: "Let's throw another patient into the hospital and get another 'adapted patient'. Let's go to the gymnasium."

? ? !

Jun Sakuma quickly raised the window and rushed to rescue the Evolution Trustee who had almost been thrown into the ditch. A short sword-like object lit up, and Samuel felt a sudden lightness in his hand. The object he had been holding, just as suddenly as it had appeared, vanished into thin air without a trace.

"Remember to find someone in good health," Hikaru said to the air. He saw Sakuma Jun's terrified expression and his tone became more relaxed so that he wouldn't worry: "The transformation device won't break."

"Is this a matter of falling or not?!" The human host was horrified by his actions. He patted his pocket to make sure the Light Chaser's Medal was still inside: "Let's go to the gym... Just say you think I haven't practiced enough!"

"Ah, how much do you still remember about how to use the Paleritra Light Stream?"

"...I...I can now style the light orb!"

“Yes, you’re making rapid progress.” Samuel nodded, but in Jun Sakuma’s eyes, it was as if he were saying, “Very good, faster than a snail.”

Jun Sakuma opened his mouth, deciding to change his approach: "I'm observing! I've thought about it for a long time, but... I can't quite grasp the timing of compression and release. Can you tell me that balance point?"

Xiao Guangren pondered for a while, resting his chin on his hand. Amidst the other party's growing doubts, he suddenly slipped into the transformation device.

Jun Sakuma pulled out his rock-like transformation device and slammed it down: "Ha, you don't understand, 'the more you practice, the better,' right? Huh? How dare you say that to me?!"

……

Inside the Light Chaser's Medal.

As Aiba Yu landed on the grass, Sakuma Jun's voice came down from the sky, and he shook his head upon hearing it.

It wasn't that he didn't want to tell him the key, but if Jun Sakuma transformed himself, the energy intensity and activity level would definitely be different from his. If he blindly applied the formula, the energy might explode during compression. Without experimenting on his own, he wouldn't be able to find the most suitable point for himself.

The soft grass reached above his calves, and he decided to go back to the cabin to rest.

The cracks that had just stabilized reappeared on his body, and after taking only a few steps, he felt the light in his field of vision gradually dim until the world spun around him.

"Get back."

Tender buds brushed against my cheeks, and at the end of my gaze, ice floes floated on the ocean tide, the faint sound of freezing echoing in the distance.

Chapter 141 Shadowless

Ice Ocean.

The monster's chest was nailed to a rough ice blade, which seemed to have no intention of maintaining. It was melting rapidly under the high temperature, with mist rising into the air and water dripping into the furnace.

The monster's body seemed to be aware of its impending death.

Every piece of tissue seemed to have its own consciousness, every muscle fiber struggled to escape. Its skin was torn and its flesh was ripped open, and the scattered fragments writhed on the gray-black cliff, like an abstract work of art that a painter had scribbled wildly after getting drunk.

When the abstract painting was unfolded, a line resembling a torn stroke suddenly lit up.

The person standing on the Bloodfall Furnace whispered a storm, which carried him to the halfway point of the stroke.

Only after leaving the furnace, where water droplets and white mist intertwined, could the person's figure finally be seen clearly.

I could see clearly the scales covering half of his body and his limbs, which had transformed into claws.

It was a figure that anyone who saw it would think was a "monster," with only the upper part of the chest and abdomen showing any human features.

He passed over the slender tail and the low-hanging wings, the strokes of his brush dimming their light, and the phantom of a human was reflected in the golden beast eyes.

Time stands still on the character "艮".

His partner, who was standing in front of him, already had the face of a young man.

Although he had changed drastically, "Gen" recognized him easily.

For "Gen", the conversation on the cliff seemed like it happened just yesterday. He was in a daze for a while before slowly regaining his language ability.

"Hey, I'm still awake!"

After regaining his senses, he started spouting nonsense again: "This is the 'Nest of the Primordial'? My son is amazing! He saved me so well, I am so gratified... Hey, why are you crying again!"

Previously, "Gen" was taller than "Xun," and he often joked about it with phrases like "shorty, shorty." Now, he was a whole head shorter than "Xun," and "Xun's" hug reminded him of his instructor's unreliable bear hug—if he could, he wished the woman in front of him was the goddess codenamed "Zhen."

He sighed and gently patted the other person's back: "Don't cry, you've completed the collection achievement and found this place. You're about to defeat the Boss! This is great news, you should be happy!"

The hand that had returned to human form began to crack as it clapped, and in the final touch, it turned to ashes.

"Damn it, counterfeit and shoddy products, garbage 'Primordial Nest,' a three-no factory!" "Gen" pushed him away again and used his arm, which hadn't yet turned to ash, to wipe his face, but it couldn't get it clean at all. As soon as it touched anything, that part of the skin and body tissue followed in the footsteps of his hand.

Finally, "Gen" couldn't utter any more nonsense. He carefully examined his partner, whom he hadn't seen for many years.

He's grown so much taller, he can't laugh at short people anymore.

His claws are nicer-looking than mine, not as scary... Pshaw! We're all human, why compare claws!

I've found the reason why the son is taller than his father, damn it, he cheated! He even uses his legs and paws to stand up so high!

"Alright, if you can still cry, it means you're still a long way from becoming a monster. Doesn't that make you feel much better?"

Years ago, on a cliff, "Gen" bid him farewell with a body that was half human and half monster. Now they have switched places, and the half-scaled creature is crying his eyes out, while the person who is turning to ash is trying to pat him.

"'He's' about to wake up. You're about to finish the game and there won't be any more monsters! Come on, smile."

Xun rubbed his face with the cool, smooth scales on the back of his hand, trying to raise the corners of his mouth. He heard Gen mockingly say, "How ugly. Never mind, Father doesn't mind."

The giant beast's shell shattered along with "Gen's" body, like a piece of tempered glass suddenly reaching its limit. The fleeing group could no longer cling to the cliff face; they too crumbled into dust and gathered towards the half-scaled figure in the center, being "assimilated" into the other's power.

The mark that had only been partially transmitted was finally restored to its complete form. With a light grasp of its hand, the invisible wind pressure suddenly flattened the sea surface.

The water was as smooth as a mirror, and he could vaguely see the shadows spreading within it.