Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

The light dimmed slightly, as if something had invaded the spaceship. Everyone opened their eyes, which had been almost blinded by the light, and saw that the core of the light had somehow entered the cockpit. The silver light particles surged like a vast sea, gradually receding, and a human shape could be vaguely seen.

“Aiba Kanade has gone to be with his students and old friends at the research institute, GUYS, and the rescue team. Death is also a part of life. Since we are going to live as Earthlings, we can’t turn into an immortal monster at the end,” they heard their AI say. “But Estend has decided to stay.”

The AI, which was described as strict, was surprisingly mild-mannered, so lenient that Oki Kouichi wondered if there was something wrong with his ears.

The humanoid figure inside the pillar of light reached out to the outside world, while the shadow shrouded in silver light stepped forward, passing its hand through the pale blue barrier before it could touch the edge.

"Estend..." Upon hearing the unfamiliar voice, the crew members felt like long-lost travelers who suddenly realized they had arrived at a familiar place, but time had passed and everything had changed. A mix of emotions welled up and turned into a wisp of indescribable feelings that lingered on the tip of their tongues.

“You’re not allowed to say ‘sorry.’” Estend’s shadow grasped him loosely.

“Yes,” the figure whispered, “I’m back.”

Estend laughed and made a hugging gesture, and silver light surged up. A figure that looked remarkably like him gently wrapped his arms around Estend's. The light had not yet fully solidified, so everything looked like a dream.

In the dreamlike sea of ​​light, their "unpleasant to speak" AI voice came from the cabin's audio broadcast, its electronically synthesized tone uttering the gentlest words:

"Welcome home."

Volume: Side Story - Character Interludes

Estend - Stones and Fluorescent Grass

[The topic requested by a group member: Estend's childhood story.]

Estend did not understand what "surviving the trial" meant.

All he knew was that his parents finally had a fair amount of time to spend with him. Compared to running around various star systems with the pioneering army, the leisurely observer, who was almost exiled, was much more relaxed.

Seeing that he was really making a fuss, his father threw him his own childhood toys and told him to concentrate on playing house and studying a stone.

The stone was picked up by my grandmother during an expedition on a planet that I think was called "Suffer".

It was only the size of an adult's palm. When it was dug out, it emitted some energy fluctuations, but they dissipated quickly. Grandma couldn't figure out what it was.

It was declared unusable. The only good thing was that she met her grandfather, Grudas, during this research.

The stone was kept as a souvenir, originally Estender's father's childhood toy, and has now been passed down to Estender.

He solemnly brought out his tools: lenses, spectrometers, and even carefully extracted some stone powder as a sample to analyze its material and composition.

His father and mother were happy to see him busy with his own nonsense, and Estend was enjoying it immensely. Years later, he reflected that this was perhaps when the foundation for becoming a researcher was laid.

Of course, what made him happiest at that time was when his parents returned from their travels, bringing back packets of plant seeds and even seedlings.

Few Yabo people would cultivate extraterrestrial plants with the intention of "appreciation." "What's the point of growing them if we can't extract any useful materials? Isn't it a waste of resources?" This is the opinion of most people. Yabo people have always liked useful things.

But the parents found it strange, and perhaps this "unusual" situation was the root of their decision to step into the courtroom.

When Estend received the shimmering plant seedling for the first time, he had never seen a plant that could glow on its own, like a floating lamp that was being blown up and down by the wind outside.

The lush green light, full of life, which her mother described as "like the surface of a lake in spring," entered Estend's eyes. His father teased him, "Don't just stare at it. From today onwards, you are its 'guardian'."

"A guardian?" Estend suddenly felt a burden on his shoulders. But it wasn't a bad feeling, he thought, it was more interesting than doing and handing in homework.

“Yes, you must take good care of it and record its condition every day, from its growth process to the appearance of its branches and leaves,” the mother said, lowering her head. “It comes from the planet Yiru. You will have to find out the light, hydrology, and climate parameters yourself.”

“Hey! We’ve only just started learning climate analysis.” Estend felt it was best to pass the burden back to them.

His father slapped him on the forehead: "Look at it, this fluorescent grass."

Estend lowered his head as instructed, and his father said, "Listen, it's disappointed. The little fluorescent grass really wants to be with Estend."

"Ah—I'm not a child anymore!" Estend shook his head, freeing himself from his father's grasp. "This kind of story might have fooled me back then!"

The father didn't refute, he just chuckled.

Estend refused seriously, but still took it to the greenhouse.

Their home planet, whose parent star had long since died out, now relies entirely on artificially maintained geothermal energy. The Yapools have used their exceptional technology to protect the magnetic field of their home planet and have built "nurseries." Perhaps this is a kind of obsession, but even races that span galaxies have places they consider their "home."

Volume 1: Prologue - The Beginning of Chaos

Chapter One: Who Am I?

The M17 Nebula contains star number 168415, and is home to the fourth planet.

He awoke from the chaos, and the first thing he saw was a short, green-skinned man dancing a strange dance around him.

Beneath their feet lay the scorched brown earth, and above them, the sky was a gloomy, yellowish hue. Acid rain was falling, and the raindrops formed a transparent "raincoat" on their bodies.

Unable to move or make a sound, only the boundless wilderness and the clamor of sandstorms remained. (Monthly fee group: 694936135)

He found himself confined to a small space, only able to observe everything outside with his "eyes"—if they were "eyes".

"The merciful Lord, the wise Father."

"May your light protect Suffer, offer our blood, and have mercy on our sacrifice."

"Rescue us from evil..."

It was the green-skinned man chanting a prayer, and he actually understood what the green-skinned man was saying.

The dancing green-skinned people dispersed while singing, and a row of small green-skinned people emerged, each carrying a jar filled with a blue liquid. They dipped their four fingers into the jar and began to smear it onto the "sacred stone" used in the ritual.

“These things are useless. If you really want to find the Lord or the Father, well… maybe you’ll find them in your dreams,” he thought to himself.

The green-skinned man moved very slowly, muttering incessantly as he applied the blue liquid.

From the green-skinned man's words, he learned that the green-skinned man called himself "Sufer" and was repairing the shelter to escape "the demons that fell from the sky."

The recent heavy rains have affected the construction schedule, so the Suffer people sent a sacrificial team to the foot of the "sacred stone" in the hope that the gods would hear their plea.

“I’m not some ‘divine stone,’ and I don’t even know what you call a ‘devil.’” He found the green-skinned man’s prayers too noisy and turned his attention to the distance.

There was a yellowish lake there, and perhaps staring at it for too long caused him to hallucinate. As the Green-skinned Man sang, an image of a lake with shimmering blue crystal light appeared in his mind.

The light emanating from the parent star transforms into a gentle, water-like warmth upon entering the water.

A tall figure waded through the lake towards him, water droplets splashing onto his rolled-up trouser legs. He couldn't see the figure's face clearly, but he knew for sure that the person was smiling.

“Lead us not to sinners, but to you the power and the glory.”

"Forever……"

His thoughts, which had been flowing smoothly just moments before, suddenly seemed to be slammed on the brakes. Looking back from inside the car, he saw only a blank space.

The green-skinned man is still singing.

The "divine stone" is lost.

He suddenly realized something important—he seemed to only know that he was not the "divine stone," but had forgotten who he was.

"Please have mercy and let the torrential rain stop!" he said.

Hearing the Suffers say, "If we don't dig enough caves to hide in, we'll definitely be captured!"

Arrest them? Those "demons that fell from the sky"?

Suffer and his companions waited patiently for a long time, but in the end they left disappointed.

A young Suffer man, his face etched with disappointment, still waved goodbye before leaving, saying, "Goodbye, Godstone."

"I'm sorry," he thought to himself.

……

Suffer is a civilization still in its primitive stage. They take care of the old and young, build shelters, eat together, and occasionally want to decorate themselves.

He discovered that his senses could extend across the entire planet, where scattered settlements of the Suffer people could be found in many places. The short, blue-skinned people lived their lives in a step-by-step manner, waiting for the stars to change and the sun and moon to rise and fall.

If they forgot about the "demon" that haunted the Suffers, they would probably have slowly developed their own civilization on this planet, just like other races.

Until the mountains before us turned into lakes, and the prosperous civilization turned into dust, and then from the dust, tiny seeds sprouted again.

He will probably never forget the scene from that day.

The thick clouds were torn apart.

A ghastly green beam of light shot straight into the water from the vast sky, and several Suffer people on the boat were sucked into the beam.

Many discs emitting a green glow hung in the sky, occasionally sending down beams of light. He could hear the screams, curses, and cries of the Suffer people from afar.

The once peaceful settlement was turned into a boiling pot of water, and the indigenous people fled in panic.

"The demons are coming again!" the Suffer people shouted.

Occasionally, a disc would fall to the ground, from which a red creature would emerge.

Wherever those creatures went, the Suffer people immediately fled in the opposite direction.

But they can never escape.

The old man was abandoned, some of the young people were killed, and some were taken away. He saw the child who had said "goodbye" to him being thrown to his death on a sharp rock.

The blood of the Suffer people is blue, and that blood flows into tiny rivers that flow into sulfurous lakes, turning the waters near the shore green.

The green of life.

A "demon" wielding a weapon came before him.

Perhaps with nowhere to escape, a small group of Suffer people stumbled and ran to the "divine stone".

He stared blankly as the Suffer people prostrated themselves in worship, and the red "demon" walked toward him.

The short, green-skinned man turned around, and like a bird struggling to spread its wings, he held hands and protected the divine stone behind him.

"Don't touch the sacred stone!" the little child shouted in his childish voice. "Yapools! You will be punished!"