Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

Like her teammates, whose minds were in complete disarray, Saijo Nagi was also far from calm.

The roar of a battle between a monster and another giant echoed from the city behind him. Dark Mephisto slowly approached, the rain weaving a hazy veil over him—as mysterious as his current identity.

This Mephistopheles had bright red eyes. Compared to the gloomy Mizoroki Shinya, he was extremely quiet and did not say anything provocative like Mizoroki Shinya. However, just by looking into those eyes, Saijo Nagi could feel the madness within.

It's like gazing at a temporarily dormant volcano, its exterior layered with rocks, volcanic ash bringing fertile soil, and the top layer perhaps still covered with snow. You look across the river, your gaze passing through drooping branches, and the mountain is serene and beautiful, like a graceful lady sitting in peace.

But more than ten kilometers below, the hottest magma on this planet surges, creating a sense of tranquility tinged with danger. The lady looks up, and you realize she is the Slit-Mouthed Woman, with demonic, weeping eyes and a mouth split to her ears.

Who is he?

Nexus took the initiative to meet him. He was still in his child form and used the punches and kicks that Saijo Nagi was used to.

Shiori Hiraki had a subtle guess. She and Mitsuhiko Ishibori, controlling the Chrome Chester, circled around the head of Dark Mephisto. During the brief moment when the giants were testing each other and retreating, Shiori Hiraki said, "He will attack from the left side of the Dark Giant. We'll attack from the other side!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Wolffire Missile and the Giant, as expected, launched a pincer attack on Dark Mephisto from the left and right.

Shiori Hiraki's eyes lit up: "I wasn't wrong! Let me see... the next strike... is now! Hit his right leg!"

Nexus knocked his opponent back with a punch followed by a shoulder strike. Dark Mephisto swung his Dark Claws and took two steps back, creating space for Nexus to launch his next attack.

His actions were exactly as Hiraki Shiori had anticipated: a spinning whip kick. If someone were to interfere with the opponent's supporting leg and disrupt their balance, they could take a full hit.

Before Ishibori Mitsuhiko could react, the other two beams of light struck Dark Mephisto's right leg simultaneously.

The β and δ signals passed each other, and Dark Mephisto was kicked nearly a hundred meters away. He rolled on the ground, covered in mud and soaked leaves, looking disheveled. Nexus's Particle Feather followed closely behind.

Compared to Shinya Mizoroki, this Dark Mephisto's host is... unbelievably weak.

His strength was certainly formidable; in fact, the previous exchange had already numbed Nexus's arms. However, his combat skills were practically nonexistent; calling him a novice would be an understatement, and to put it bluntly, it was like children fighting.

So his punches and kicks always hit empty air. The Demon Claw could have dealt Nexus a lot of damage if it hit him once, but the weapon was useless if it couldn't hit him—and he didn't seem to be used to it. The claw-shaped thing felt like he was swinging a hoe or a machete.

This was also Nagi Saijo's first time manipulating a Titan's body, and she performed much better than the one in front of her. Particle feathers exploded on Dark Mephisto's body, and sparks mixed with rainwater illuminated the murky water on the ground.

Nexus pressed forward again, and Saijo Nagi intended to press her advantage and give her opponent no chance to catch his breath.

Dark Mephisto resorted to tactics typically reserved for children in a fight. He casually tossed aside his ineffective Demon Claws, and the sharp, fanged blades severed a tree that would take several people to encircle, embedding themselves deep in the ground. Extending his hands, he neither knew how to cross his arms for added defense nor possessed the skill to deflect an enemy with minimal effort. He simply used his palms to block the enemy's fist, while his other hand grasped at empty air, failing to block the arm and only managing to press down on Nexus's left shoulder.

The heavy force shook away the surrounding raindrops. Dark Mephisto was focused on the struggle, while Nexus knew he could use a front kick to break free, but his strength was temporarily suppressed by his opponent, leaving him no space to support his weight on one leg.

Thinking of the previous host's changed posture, Saijo Nagi didn't know what to do, so she just tried to concentrate.

The scene before him gradually blurred, and the dark Mephistopheles eye became increasingly glaring in the dimming vision, its crimson color seeming as if it would shed tears of blood at any moment.

She thought she had grasped the key to changing form, but found herself standing in a forest.

Pitch black, distant, surrounded by claw-like trees, the starry sky casting shadows that etch the twisted branches into the mist.

[Did more people eat Barnibu, or did more humans eat him?]

She vaguely saw a figure, then heard the sound of turning pages and a somewhat distorted, deep male voice.

Compared to monsters that suck your marrow from your bones, are you more afraid of the monster standing in front of you?

The figure was behind the fog. She walked over and, sure enough, saw someone standing in the middle of the road.

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It was a winding mountain road. A car was parked next to the man, its headlights off, and a pentagram was reflected in the car window.

The man turned his head, as if looking at her, or perhaps at an empty space.

"Where is my sister? How did she die?"

He looked very young, even somewhat immature, with ordinary features. He was the kind of person who would go unnoticed in a crowd. Based on Saijo Nagi's experience, she could tell that he didn't have a particularly impressive resume; he was just an ordinary person.

"The River of Oblivion...did it take the truth?"

He stepped forward, treading on withered branches and fallen leaves.

"No need to answer. My sister and I are both insignificant."

“The fish in the San Tiao family died, and the old man said that the sour plum drink I buy is getting worse every year. Uncle San Tiao makes a living by selling fish, and the sour plum drink used to be made by my sister.”

His eyes, devoid of white, remained dark and hollow as he gazed at her: "These are all trivial matters."

"The son of an entrepreneur is an entrepreneur, the son of a politician is a politician. The place where you start is the destination that I can only reach in my entire life. These are all trivial matters."

The man stopped in front of Saijo Nagi:

“I cannot control my destiny, but I want to reclaim my memories for all those insignificant people who mourn their loved ones in the wrong places.”

A thin mist rose as he spoke, and Saijo Nagi felt a sense of absurdity, as if time and space were distorted: Wasn't this the Dark Giant? If he had spoken of his ambitions as frankly as Mizoroki Makoto, even if he said he wanted to flatten the world, she wouldn't have found it laughable.

But what did this person just say? How come... it's like the roles have been reversed?

Chapter 157 Life's Many Detours

The mist and cold wind disturbed the dream, and when Saijo Nagi regained her sight, she found that the Dark Mephisto was absorbing her energy, and the red alarm was reflected on the outer shell of the Chrome Chester's cockpit.

Kazuki Komon waited anxiously, calling out to her, while three Chromium Chesters circled overhead. Nagi Saijo suddenly snapped to attention. Unable to overpower her opponent, she decided not to fight—she manipulated the giant's body to fall backward, simultaneously kicking her opponent in the abdomen, sending Dark Mephisto flying over her head. She immediately flipped herself to her feet, switching the balance of power.

Seeing an opportunity, the Night Raid team naturally didn't waste it. Three beams of light or missiles at full power struck the Dark Giant, all aiming at vital points: the eyes and the timer.

At the same time, Nexus was enveloped in a flowing light, somewhat similar to Jun Himeya's red youth form, but revealed in a crimson hue.

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The next movement was almost instinctive. Nexus placed his hands on his sides, palms facing each other, in a gesture that looked somewhat like drawing a sword, with lightning-like rays dancing within them.

When Dark Mephisto angrily got up, all he saw was a whirlwind of light.

Saijo Nagi is not a Night Raid member who can be easily swayed. Although she knows that the other party may have their own reasons for fighting her, which they believe are legitimate and sound plausible.

But she couldn't let them attack Wangchuan: the place located in the Third Base, which was guarded for years as the most important secret, and could even be said to be the reason for the establishment of the Third Base.

Reasons are reasons, and principles are principles. She certainly wouldn't show any mercy.

……

Jun Sakuma was completely unaware of all this, only knowing that Nexus had found a new host and defeated Dark Mephisto.

For him, the more important thing was to plan what to do next, or rather, to adapt to the changing situation.

No matter how much he called out or how much time he spent concentrating, Samuel truly lived up to the phrase "Don't bother me"—Sakuma Jun could no longer enter the space of the Light Chaser's Medal.

He initially wanted to confirm whether it was still snowing inside, and whether Aiba Yu had thrown him outside again, with layers of snow covering him like a carefully stuffed blanket.

When he came in that day, he was startled by the sudden change in weather. He also noticed that there was no one in the cabin, except for a bag on the grass. When he got closer, he found that there was a person lying inside who had fallen asleep and become stupid.

He sat for a long time, even going out to check on Karin's studies before returning, until Aiba Yu woke up.

He saw the other person move their arm, the snow slid down, revealing a forearm covered in scales. As if sensing discomfort, the forearm tucked back into the sleeve, and the scales were covered by the fabric.

Jun Sakuma smeared snowballs on his face to check on his condition. He seemed to be doing well that day. His sneak attack had failed, and he had almost been buried alive by a barrage of snowballs after being countered.

They talked for a while, and Jun Sakuma thought that although that day was not too far away, it should, preferably... come later.

Just as I used to believe I was destined to be a rising star in the police force, with a bright future ahead, that once I entered the bureaucracy, I would be able to solve major cases and eventually become a prominent figure at press conferences, bombarded with questions, reality always seems to be a capricious and unpredictable devil, always wanting things to go against my wishes. Just when I'm excitedly running forward, it suddenly places a wall, grinning, perched on its back, cracking sunflower seeds, watching me blindly run into it.

Smash the nose and mouth into pancakes.

He dragged himself back to the "haunted house," but what did it matter if things didn't go as planned? He still had to keep going. Just as when you discover you're just an ordinary person among ordinary people, you still have to live your life.

"Sigh..." Jun Sakuma pushed open the door.

A thick cloud of smoke suddenly billowed out, choking him and making him cough: "Achoo! What are you doing?"

"It was Runping's idea!" It was Nana's voice, coming from somewhere in the smoke: "She said defeating the monster was something to celebrate, and rainy days are perfect for barbecues! Last time we gave Aiba some natto balls, so this time we'll make up for it with something he likes."

Bao Lucao, hiding by the window, coughed muffledly: "This is how it turned out. I knew rainy days weren't suitable for barbecues. What good are smokeless charcoal ...

Jun Sakuma simply opened the entire door, ignoring what people outside thought about the smoke coming from the haunted house. They were probably too happy to notice them at all, having survived the monster's attack.

"Dad!" Huali's voice came from above.

Jun Sakuma took two steps back and looked up, and sure enough, he saw Karin leaning half her body out of the second-floor window: "Dad and 'Dad' are so handsome!"

At most, she could only stick her head out of the table. Sakuma Jun's forehead veins throbbed: "Danger! Get down from the table!"

"Oh." Karin's head shrank back, followed by the sound of it hitting the ground. She probably jumped off the table. Sakuma Jun then lowered his arm—he was afraid that this sometimes silly kid would think the height wasn't high and just let him freefall so he could catch her.

Jun Himeya and Jinzo Negi couldn't stand the stench any longer and ran out first. The three of them stood dumbfounded at the door, looking at each other in disbelief.

“Indeed…it’s different,” Jun Sakuma thought.

Inside the Light Chaser's Medal.

It was pouring rain outside, and snow was falling heavily inside.

Aiba Yu sat by the frozen lake, the once shimmering water no longer serving as a mirror. He knew what he looked like now, the fluffy snow falling into his bluish-gray palm.

Just as he said to Jun Sakuma, Jun Sakuma is different from "Sun" and Yu Aiba is different from "Gen".

The entire space suddenly began to tremble slightly. The fluttering snowflakes floated in the middle, and the golden lines connecting the sky and Aiba Yu reappeared. This time, their bottoms were all pitch black. Aiba Yu glanced at them and then looked away. An invisible blade severed them all. The pure energy returned to the sky, and the turbid energy gathered again, returning to its origin.

The sound of countless tiny blades colliding and rubbing against each other filled the air. Scales opened and closed with each breath, and the bones of the limbs slowly twisted and expanded. Aiba Yu gazed with the eyes of a beast at the cliffs that stood silently in the distant icy ocean.

The sky was iron gray, and the snow falling was blindingly white.

He still had some time to reflect on everything he had prepared, to be sure that all possibilities had been anticipated and that he had the means to deal with them.

Having survived this icy ocean years ago, he wandered around for a long time, only to find himself back where he started. The seeds of what was destined to happen had been sown long ago, but he was too slow to see them clearly.