Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

"Mountain wind has a curse, it is advantageous to cross great rivers... This divination is inauspicious, bah! I say it is very auspicious!" The voice of "Gen" echoed in the wind: "Let's go, my son! Drag this thing from the bottom of the water out and let it bask in the sun!"

……

Snowflakes fell on her jet-black hair.

The melting ice water brought a slight chill, and the sleeping person awoke.

Aiba Yu turned over, his half-open eyes staring blankly at the pale sky and the pale snow.

There seemed to be an invisible point on the dome, from which snowflakes drifted down, landing on the tip of the nose like downy feathers.

He turned his head slightly and then saw the grass blades, which were also covered with a white blanket.

The sun rotated silently overhead, while the distant Arctic Ocean was encroaching on the lake. The lake water on the outer side had frozen and was emitting a faint blue light.

Aiba Yu knew he should get up quickly, but he felt lethargic and didn't really want to move.

His sleeve was a little slippery, and he subconsciously pulled his exposed arm slowly back into the sleeve. It felt comfortable and secure!

The world was quiet, perfect for being lazy, and he wanted to sleep a little longer.

"Thank you for your hard work," he said to the opal-like "sun."

He thought, "If only someone could bring me a blanket, I'd be so glad." His vision gradually dimmed, and his eyelids began to droop, refusing to obey him.

"Samuel."

The crunching sound of footsteps on the snow made my eyes, which were about to close, snap open. A pair of non-slip casual shoes, a favorite among the elderly, appeared beside me.

Jun Sakuma slowly squatted down and plopped down on the snow. The snowflakes protested again: "Oh my, we've been waiting for you for ages... you've finally woken up."

"How did you..." end up here?

"I called you but you didn't answer, so I tried to come in and see what was going on, and you actually came in," Jun Sakuma said, waving his five fingers in front of his face.

Huang: "Hey, eat something before you sleep."

"Need not."

Jun Sakuma, as if he hadn't heard a word, started talking on his own: "The pudding vendor said it's too cold and all the ingredients for today's meal froze solid, so they only have yesterday's cake to sell. We discussed going elsewhere and buying some coffee, fried chicken nuggets, sesame balls, and the like..."

As Jun Sakuma spoke, he reached out and tried to touch the grass that had been flattened by the snow. Suddenly, his eyes lit up: "I couldn't feel the temperature here before, but now that I feel cold, I knew I could touch something."

Aiba Yu watched as he rummaged around with both hands, childishly kneading a snowball, complaining that it wasn't big enough or round enough, then throwing it on the snow and sticking on a few more circles of powder before carefully patting it down.

“Karin always looks forward to snow in winter. If it could come in, she would probably go crazy,” Jun Sakuma said, glancing down at the obviously out-of-focus person. His tone softened, making it seem like he was coaxing Karin: “You’ve slept for two whole days.”

"..."

This person talks so much; Aiba Yu misses the silent blanket.

"Oh, we also bought a small heater, but Runping has taken it all. If you go out, I'll push him out of the way!"

Aiba Yu stared at him for a while, then silently sat up, the snow covering her body falling down in a flurry.

"Shh!"

A cold wind swept by, and the snowball stopped in mid-air, directly in front of his face.

Jun Sakuma had already stood up and was slowly backing away. Seeing that things were not going well, he quickly played the daughter card: "...Karin likes to come to me when she plays in the snow, um... I just couldn't resist."

Then everything went black before his eyes, the already dim light of day was obscured by snowballs.

"...Hello, hello!"

More snowballs slowly rose into the air, eyeing him menacingly as if they had eyes. Jun Sakuma had no doubt that if these things were arrows, he would probably be riddled with them.

"Reaction time is also an important factor," he heard Aiba Yu say calmly.

Forgetting that he could leave with a mere thought, the composed middle-aged man turned and ran, his back and legs aching, instantly feeling eighty years younger.

"Not really—"

Chapter 142 Son of Stardust

Mizoroki Shinya, the former vice-captain of the Night Raid Team who went astray in his pursuit of power.

After Muchini's death, he became convinced of the existence of the so-called "God," and in his shock, he valued his own strength even more.

"The Lord" also seemed to have expectations for him, and just as he bestowed power upon Muchini, he also gave a "gift" to Mizoroki Shinya.

Through it, Mizoroki also came into contact with the Dark Domain G, a technique far more powerful than the ordinary Dark Domain. However, he didn't believe that the "Master" gave him this "gift" out of any kindness, but rather simply because he was deemed useful.

The sudden power was like a pie falling from the sky. Gou Lümuzhen was long past the age of expecting miracles. The more generous the "Lord's" gifts to him, the more wary he became.

He familiarized himself with the new way of using energy and silently memorized techniques completely different from before. Since gifts could be taken back at any time, strengthening oneself through them was the most important thing. Goroki also stripped away the most useful parts of the "gift" for him; he hadn't been this attentive even during Night Raid training.

Now that Megaflash has been defeated, he has taken the "remains" of the recovered alien beasts and hidden himself in another phase, a sanctuary where he can feel somewhat at ease.

Under the stream of light, the alien beast disintegrated into shimmering blue fragments, which coalesced into a sphere that slowly rotated, much like the glass snow globes we played with as children. With just a slight shake, the glittering flakes inside stirred like stars sinking to the bottom of water, and the child holding it felt as if he were holding fragments left behind by the Milky Way.

These alien beasts, man-eating monsters, have such a "beautiful" appearance after death. It is said that they are calamities from the constellation Scorpio, 3.2 light-years away. It is hard to imagine how they found Earth from the vast sea of ​​stars—not to mention the light and visitors that chased after them.

Goroki also attributed it to "a boring fate".

In the beginning, he was just a young man who could be described as going with the flow.

He didn't understand when monsters like Alien Beasts began to thrive on Earth, nor did he understand when organizations like TLT were established. When he received the Night Raid Team's recruitment, he initially thought it was a place where he could prove himself and get closer to the secrets that others kept to themselves.

Matsunaga Yoichiro, the manager of TLT-J's third base, told him, "You have special talents."

It was only later that Goroki Makoto realized that talent was the value of the R7 factor—perhaps related to the ruins he had dreamed of. That dream was too special; he wanted to tell people about it and find his kind, but it was as if he knew its importance and buried it deep within himself.

He uses equipment from another planet, is supported by the world's most advanced technology, and is funded by the world's most powerful finances. He wears a helmet with every component so precise that it has undergone countless tests before leaving the factory, and uses a Diwait that is beyond the imagination of ordinary people. He is carried by the ghostly Chromium Chester to any place within the restricted area.

He and his colleagues, carrying the world's greatest secret, wander in the darkness, vying for survival against serpentine enemies.

He had seen humans infected and transformed into monsters.

That was a popular campsite among mountaineers; further up lay the path to the summit. Mountaineers who had traveled from afar would choose to pitch their tents here, rest briefly, and wait for an excellent weather window to begin their ascent.

A journey through a mountain.

But those climbers never had the chance to conquer the mountain; they were torn apart in their sleep by monsters wielding scythe-like arms.

Mizoroki Makoto and Saijo Nagi, who was a newcomer at the time, stepped into the camp. They heard the sound of teeth and bones scraping as animals ate. The monster's back still looked human, but when it turned its head, except for its eyes, the rest of its body was filled with writhing tumors. It was feeding on "fear" with relish, and its blood vessels throbbed and pulsated, as if a devil called "greed" was crawling inside.

The alien beasts revealed their most primal side to the Night Raid team members, making them feel as if they had stepped into a beast's lair, even though they were in a human mountaineering camp.

The world began to change after the appearance of the nocturnal monsters.

Goroki also yearns to learn more about it—for example, the origin of the alien beasts, the source of power.

What he didn't know was that on another Earth, there were people like him pursuing similar things. Like Goro Mokujin, they were ambitious; but unlike Goro Mokujin, they were not just executors, but also explorers.

They conversed with the masters of the "Primordial Nest," unraveling the secrets of the alien beasts—a power that transcended common sense and physical limitations, which researchers termed "evolution." They rejoiced at their successful introduction of the extraterrestrial system, believing themselves to be pioneers of change, foreshadowing a great era of comprehensive evolution.

Faced with unimaginable power, they selectively forget reason.

Goroki Makoto was still rational, and his thinking was clearer than ever before.

He vividly remembered what Muchini looked like after absorbing Beelzebub's power. Now, the remains of the alien beast were before him. He knew that the seemingly beautiful ball of light contained poison, but this poison was the key to a higher level, and... it was far more reliable than the gift from the "Lord." At least it was something he knew, and he was confident in controlling it.

"Take one step forward, and you will no longer be human."

A voice inside me said...

"Is it better to live a life of ignorance and stagnation like an ant, or to have a choice and be able to control one's own death?"

He refuted that voice.

"You think life is about birth, aging, sickness, and death, and the mundane things like firewood, rice, oil, and salt... But alien beasts have changed everything. Like an anteater finding an ant nest, it either becomes food or stands in a higher place. My vision is no longer limited to this place; I have seen a new world."

Goro Mujin also stepped forward slowly, reaching out to touch the dark blue light, his five fingers casting shadows.

He had seen a claim, and in fact, anyone interested in current research on the origins of the universe has probably encountered one:

Our bodies, and every element that makes them up, originated from countless supernova explosions and jets that swept across galaxies over billions of years. They started with the lightest elements and gradually synthesized into heavier ones. Going back further, perhaps the foundation of this arm came from a nebula, or perhaps the foundation of this leg came from a spectacular celestial collision.

Our bodies were forged in the molten cores of planets, in the fiery centers of stars, and in every cantilever arm of a galaxy. Those atoms traveled for billions of years and evolved over billions of years, eventually coming together to form us.

Everyone is a child of stardust, and after death, everyone will return to stardust.

Such a romantic and distant imagination was rapidly brought closer by a visit from 3.2 light-years away. The alien beasts are moving calamities, and through them, Mizoroki Makoto also saw the world beyond the door, with Dark Mephisto as his guide.

He stepped into it, and from then on, he transcended the mundane world, and the distant stars were within reach.

"Well done, my puppet."

Chapter 143 The Body of a Puppet

"Well done, my puppet."

The sudden sound made Goroki Makoto's hand freeze in mid-air.

That was the voice of the so-called "Lord".

The things he least wanted to hear or see.

It's hard to call him anything, because "the Lord" always shrouds himself in the unseen realm. When he occasionally appears, he is shrouded in an impenetrable fog. Gorokijin was fortunate enough to see a glimpse of "his" true form—the only thing that should be the horn extending from his back.

"Perhaps it's a monster like the Alien Beasts." Goroki also had some guesses about "Master".

He gathered fears from all directions and cultivated Megaflash, hoping to get rid of him as soon as possible, but just when he was hesitating, "the Lord" came knocking.

He had no time to think about anything else at that moment. He found himself unable to control his arm to continue forward, reaching into the interior of the dark blue orb.

Power seemed readily available, but there was an invisible chasm between him and "the Lord".