Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

The sound of turning pages filled the air; papers seemed to flutter from nowhere. Then, "the Lord" spoke again.

You're wondering why you can't move? After removing my "gift," you should have been able to take control of yourself.

Gou Lümuzhen was also forced to stand still, unable to move his hands, feet, or even his eyes in the slightest. All he could control now was his own thoughts.

And his thoughts were almost frozen; the "Master" knew his actions!

He thought he had been careful enough, neither creating additional puppets nor affecting the alien beasts, only engaging in a limited number of battles...

I hate to give away what I have been given to others.

When you receive a hot potato, your actions may be monitored, and you cannot openly...

If it's too blatant to give it to a monster, and certainly not to ordinary people like Faust was created, then the simplest, and potentially rewarding, way is... to throw it at one's enemy.

Mizoroki also encountered a good target at the shrine where Beelzebub returned to heaven and earth.

He pondered quietly outside for a long time before finally deciding on this plan. The power of the "Lord" was poison to him, and even more so to the Giant of Light, much like the difference between humans and alien beasts. He could also weaken his opponent and seize the opportunity to gain energy—why not?

He carefully separated the "gift" from his own power, using the cover of battle to gradually remove the "Lord's" gift from himself.

The attack on the First Base was a test for him. He did not use the last bit of his remaining "gift," but used only his own power to unleash a stronger Dark Ray - Gathering. He thought he saw the dawn of a way out of the game.

But I don't dislike the target you chose.

The voice of "the Lord" seemed both near and far, yet he could clearly hear the laughter within it.

[No matter who you give the "gift" to, it will have a good outcome.]

"Well done, my puppet."

The word "master" was repeated.

A terrible thought began to surface in Goro Mujin's mind.

The invisible pages began to turn again, and the "master" who had never revealed his true face said, "Yes, your choices never surprise me."

...He saw through his own thoughts and guessed the possible outcomes of all his actions.

All his calculations, which he had been making with extreme caution, were probably nothing but a joke to him.

Gou Lümuzhen also saw the "natural barrier," and the person who drew this "natural barrier" said: "You still have some use, so I pardon you."

The "Lord" issued his judgment, and the phantom of the dark giant emerged from behind the former vice-captain of the Night Raid.

Just like when they first met, Dark Mephisto looked down at him, his eyes very close to his head. His dark, jade-like eyes revealed no expression, but even Goro Mujin felt that he was being mocked.

Just as the person who opened the door for him guided him to see his true nature, so now guide him to see his own insignificance.

Even if he could command ferocious beasts that existed only in his imagination, the bases that humanity had painstakingly built were nothing more than a wave of his hand in front of him, and the cities where generations had lived were nothing more than a thought to destroy.

The "master" only had a fleeting thought of destroying him.

Starting from the fingertips, starting from the toes, starting from every cell, the body feels like it's split in two.

If it were just a simple split, perhaps the feeling would be better. But when the "Lord's" judgment came down, he felt as if every part of him was being brutally torn apart, as if something tightly glued together was being split in two, and the parts that were originally glued together were being re-divided, with the strands of adhesive being torn apart.

He heard his own lament, which came as a matter of course. Before the invisible hand, he seemed to have become a construct that was no better than dough. That hand carefully selected and took away the parts that belonged to Dark Mephisto from him, bit by bit.

He heard his own roar, and as expected, what he feared more than the physical torment was "going back to the way things were before".

Returning to the past, as a weak human, powerless against the sharp teeth of alien beasts, he could only rely on the equipment provided to him by the outside world.

Those devices were the culmination of the visitors' technology and Earth's existing technology, representing the researchers' best efforts. However, they were still far from sufficient in the face of alien beasts and giants tens of meters tall.

The Dewirt requires daily maintenance and is carefully stored in a special place when not in use. The Chromium Chester is the maintenance crew's prized possession and should be a very powerful piece of equipment, but it is no different from other fighter jets built based on existing Earth technology; if its engine is destroyed, it will also crash into the ground.

With the support of the Dark Giant, he could easily crush the precious equipment that countless people had worked day and night to develop, with just a flick of his finger. Now, the "Lord" is taking back this power.

He was only half a hand's width away from the remains of Megafrash, and those stardust-like blue specks of light continued to spin on their own, like an unchanging galaxy.

The child holds the glass snow globe, and unless he breaks it, he can only watch the dream woven from cheap sequins inside.

Goroki no longer had the strength to shatter the glass ball.

He once mocked Muchini for taking Beelzebub's body to his death.

Now he felt that at least that madman could choose his own destination. Goroki Shinya, after wandering for several years, thought that he could take one step at a time to reach a higher place, that he could control his destiny and step into the new world before everyone else.

Little did he know that from the moment he became interested in the power of the alien beast, he became a "puppet" in every sense of the word: a puppet of the plan and a puppet of the power.

【Let’s go. 】

The phantom of Dark Mephisto vanished behind the humans, and "dust" rustled into the invisible barrier, like raindrops falling into a lake, creating ripples in the air.

Mizoroki Shinya, no, a man who was confused about his identity, stumbled out of the chaotic phase and appeared out of thin air in the ruins.

If he remembered, he should be able to recognize that this was the shrine where Muchini and Samuel had their last battle.

The man in black walked with unsteady steps, instinctively descending the mountain along the path.

The sound of pages turning filled the air.

Then it quickly disappeared.

Beyond the mountains, at an even greater distance, lies an underwater fortress.

Saijo Nagi woke up with a start from her sleep.

Chapter 144 Ruins and Dreams

Kazuki Komon seemed a bit distracted during training today.

Logically, upon learning that Qian Shulian had received news of Raphael's arrival, he should have been in a good mood, which would have translated into even greater enthusiasm in his training.

But he got distracted again.

[Missing the target.]

The mechanical sound brought him back to his senses. He sighed, put down his gun, and found his water bottle, intending to use the cold water to sober up.

Shiori Hiraki looked at him inquisitively, propping herself up on the bench and awkwardly craning her neck to try and see his face: "There were only two magazines in total, and you missed four shots. You wouldn't have achieved such a score in a week when you first arrived."

"sorry."

"Hmm... You've been with the company for so long, I'm no longer your training instructor, there's no need to apologize to me, you should apologize to the logistics department instead."

Upon hearing this, Kazuki Komon felt even more uncomfortable: "Yes, I'm sorry."

His appearance made Shiori Hiraki laugh: "If the vice-captain were here, she would say things like, 'If you're not paying attention, don't waste bullets at the firing range,' but me—it's easier to talk to. Hey, what's wrong? Are there any strange words popping up on the Bereg again?"

“No, it’s just…” Komon Kazuki put down the kettle, the clear liquid swirling gently in the plastic container, as turbulent as his restless thoughts: “I dreamt of… a ruin.”

"Hmm? Like mummies?"

“There are no pyramids,” Komon Kazuki said, clearly troubled. This made Hiraki Shiori, who had initially been joking, take it more seriously and begin to listen to his explanation. “I’ve dreamed about them before, but now they feel closer, unbelievably real.”

"A series of dreams?" The most cheerful girl in Group A had a lot of experience with this: "When I was still in school, I really liked a TV series, but the plot was so depressing that everyone died in the finale! So I dreamed about it for several nights in a row—it helped me make up for the regrets!"

"Dreams are a reaction to the subconscious. Maybe when you first dreamed of ruins, you wanted to see what they looked like, so the next time you dreamed of them, you felt closer and closer to them. Who knows, maybe in a few days you'll actually crawl inside and see a big coffin..."

Shiori Hiraki spoke with great seriousness, quoting a common narrative she had seen in a morbid magazine: "Inside the coffin lies a well-preserved mummy, perhaps a king, perhaps a princess from a small tribe. Beautiful murals mean the body is blessed, ugly murals mean it's cursed. Before you go in, carefully observe your surroundings, and then... 'snap!'"

Kazuki Komon was startled by her sudden clapping.

"A strange beast jumped out! The strange beast can talk and asks you if you want this golden giant, that silver giant, or perhaps, a jet-black giant? Hahahaha..."

"Ah, don't joke like that!" The scene she described was so ridiculous that Kazuki Komon always felt that he might actually dream about it that night.

As the saying goes, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night. Right now, his mind is filled with images of alien beasts jumping out and asking him questions. Pedron stretches out its tentacles and wraps around glittering gold, silver, and black plastic figures, asking him like a shopkeeper which one to buy—it would be too strange if he actually dreamed about it!

Shiori Hiraki spoke and laughed, and when she had finished laughing, she picked up her gun.

As she approached the target, she regained her capable demeanor befitting an elite team member: "Alright, are you back to your senses now, Komon?"

"Yes!" Komon Kazuki rubbed his face vigorously, trying to catch his breath.

……

"Alright, now you should calm down a bit?"

The research institute under the TLT Third Base.

Several people in white coats gathered in front of the cubicle, excitedly discussing the cleaners' work.

"Should we conduct the alien beast vibration wave irradiation experiment first? Or should we draw blood to compare the R7 factor... Ah, and that thing, the thing he used to transform into a dark giant. The Cleaners couldn't find it, but there's no doubt he used that device. Was it overlooked, or is it actually something more mysterious? How do light particles reshape a human body into a giant? How did that device turn him into a dark giant? And where did the force field that was built in the dark domain come from? Does it have special organs like the alien beasts that do this, or is there another method...? My scalpel is itching to start!"

"A living being is more valuable than a dead one! Don't be tempted to cut everything you see!"

"But I think..."

Outside the cubicle, the lab coats discussed research plans. After repeatedly missing out on suitable candidates, the lab coats were finally able to capture such a precious living subject. Naturally, they didn't want to miss a single second. Almost as soon as they received the news, they eagerly gathered here. When they actually saw the experimental subject, they were as excited as if they were on the eve of receiving a Nobel Prize.

Inside the cubicle, the experimental subject they were focusing on was lying quietly on the table.

Given his criminal record, the cleaners considered him extremely dangerous—even though he now seemed dull and naive, more innocent than a lost puppy. So they bound him from head to toe with restraints, strapped him tightly to the experimental table, and the shadowless lamp made his eyes sting; he couldn't even move his neck.

He could hear sounds from outside.

This is the best laboratory in TLT's third base. The main door is nearly 20 centimeters thick and has passed strength tests.

It can withstand the ablation of the chrome Chester's light and is specially designed to deal with alien beasts. If an alien beast goes berserk inside, simply close the door and let it exhaust its strength inside.

Inside the inner cubicle, not to mention the noise, you have to wear special protective clothing and go through a sterilization process to enter and exit.

Ke Gou Lü Muzhen also heard it; it was as if the researchers were shouting right next to his ear.

After his mind was emptied, his usually melancholy eyes were now unusually clear, like a starry sky after being washed.