Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

Putting aside the question of whether it will succeed, jumping into this sea of ​​negativity might just get you killed, right? Look at Nexus, he's lying there motionless, all black except for half his face, who knows what he'll become.

Perhaps they were both from the same low-class background and shared a similar plight; perhaps she had reminded him of his mistakes several times and he wanted to repay a favor; perhaps she wasn't actually that bad, for example, she was very dedicated to training. He silently took on the report himself, even though he said, "You need to provide a rigorous summary of the combat process; it's not your turn yet."

Perhaps there are many possibilities.

Kazuki Komon threw himself into it, and so the heavy and tragic "water" enveloped him as well.

But he didn’t get caught up in it. What days could be more unbearable than that time when he was deeply immersed in longing and guilt for Riko?

These memories, though filled with death, fear, grief, anger, and resentment, could no longer shake him in the slightest.

He's a Night Raid Squad member, and he even has the talisman Riko gave him. If Mr. Himeya or Mr. Sakuma were here, they would probably jump down without hesitation, one holding high the Evolution Trustee, the other clutching the Light Chaser's Medal, their light sweeping everything away, evaporating the dark water completely.

Now, I'm just making a choice that anyone else would have made.

Komon Kazuki struggled to "swim" toward Nexus, since the surroundings didn't really look like real water, and he discovered that he could still breathe even with his head submerged.

The two Mephistopheles were still exchanging blows underwater, but fortunately, thanks to the deliberate distraction of Gou Lümuzhen, they moved further away from the base. With a wider combat environment, their more skillful fighting style finally had room to maneuver.

Komon Kazuki swam to the giant's side. He first tried calling out "Vice Captain Saijo" a few more times, but when no one answered, he turned his gaze to the wing-shaped timer.

He didn't know how Saijo Nagi was doing, but judging from Nexus's condition... the influence of the River of Oblivion on her must have been extremely profound.

It seemed as if some force was drawing him in, and he remembered the ruins he had been dreaming about for days.

He didn't tell Shiori Hiraki what happened next, but he did indeed reach the interior of the ruins and enter the underground palace, just as she had said. There were no coffins or mummies inside, only a stone. It looked familiar; he recognized it. It was Stone Wing.

After a moment's thought, he reached out and touched the wing-shaped crystal.

Suddenly, he felt an immense suction force, as if his outstretched hand was being pulled by something. Komon Kazuki's feet slipped, and he plunged headfirst into the hole!

Chapter 163 Night is Approaching

Kazuki Komon had previously imagined what it would feel like to transform into a giant.

The giant looked down at the earth from a perspective he had only ever seen in aerial landscape films. To see it from the Chromium Chester, one would have to fly sideways or upside down, with the trees below rushing past in front of him, accompanied by a headache from the rush of blood to his head.

The giant gazed at the monster, and from that perspective, he felt a deep connection—he must have felt something similar when facing the alien beasts in Chrome Chester.

He simply couldn't imagine that one day he would fall into something that looked like solid crystal, suspended in a place neither above nor below the sky.

The dragons swam around like pilgrims, completely ignoring Komon Ikki, the outsider, and twisted their bodies to gather at the bottom.

He looked down at the place where the dragons were making their pilgrimage, and then he realized that his body was surrounded by firefly-like lights. He didn't know where these "fireflies" came from, but he thought it was good because he could see clearly ahead now.

He tried to swim to the bottom like the serpents, his intuition telling him that perhaps Saijo Nagi was there, buried deep within something sealed in the River of Oblivion for so many years.

But with just that one movement, the surrounding darkness suddenly began to boil. The serpents, which had been quiet and harmless "passersby" only concerned with themselves, had become "guardians" who were frantically shunning those who were different from them. Komon Kazuki wondered if it was because he wanted to take away their "food".

They turned around, their supple, icy bodies drawing near. Even with the "fireflies" blocking the way, one could feel a chill, like a snow woman blowing a breath on one's neck—silent, only the damp coldness reminiscent of reptiles.

The snake's tail swept across my wrist.

Kazuki Komon saw a strange beast rushing towards him like a runaway train, stomping on his own head until it exploded. Thick, pungent blood and white brain matter mixed with his intestines and rubble, becoming indistinguishable from each other.

Was it himself? As he asked this question, the scene changed again. The alien beast crushed his colleague's head. He was an unwitting survivor, his mind almost stopped working, until the memory police used a machine to extract the memory.

Komon Kazuki broke out in a cold sweat; he was certain that this group of dragons was not something to be easily approached.

Those were probably physical manifestations of people's negative memories of alien beasts; with each touch, what they contained would spill out. Komon Kazuki had only moved half a body length when he bumped into more than a dozen snake shadows, witnessing the scenes of more than a dozen alien beast attacks from various angles.

People tend to unconsciously magnify what they fear, just like when we were kids, seeing a stern-looking homeroom teacher always made us think he was...

He could fill the entire door frame when he stood up, with a broad back and a fierce look. If he didn't do his homework, he could strangle five of himself with one hand. It wasn't until he grew up that he realized his homeroom teacher was only of average height and was balding, just an ordinary little old man.

These strange beasts from memory are often depicted as monstrous creatures that blot out the sky with a turn of their heads, and whose claws, when raised, bring forth a bloody storm.

He had never had such a profound understanding of the phrase "monsters devour fear," nor had he ever been so certain that monsters were truly beyond the comprehension of common sense. Just a slight shift in his body had nearly made his heart leap out of his chest from the images flooding his mind. He was panting heavily, yet dared not breathe too deeply, feeling that if he moved slowly, he would avoid bumping into the snake shadows.

"Vice Captain!" He felt his throat go dry. Was his only remaining support these "fireflies" that seemed ready to be extinguished at any moment? If he didn't take the initiative to step forward, the snake shadows would just push him from the outside. If these "fireflies" disappeared, he was sure that the dragons would immediately open their mouths, which were several times larger than their heads when they were open, and tear him to pieces, like a school of fish discovering a corpse that had sunk into the sea.

But he had to go forward, he absolutely had to go forward. The vice-captain hadn't responded; he had to go see—at least bring her back. This was Nexus, the one Himeya-sensei and Rei had risked their lives for; he couldn't just abandon her like that, turning her from a radiant being into a demon corrupted by the sea of ​​negativity.

Besides, what will happen to the people outside if they lose?

So the figure continued to explore downwards. At first, he had to stop and catch his breath after moving a little bit. Later, he felt it was too slow, so he gritted his teeth and rushed forward for a while, only to almost choke on his breath, his head buzzing and churning.

"I want to borrow a memory eraser," he thought, then realized that he still had the brain to think nonsense, which meant things were going well. So the figure walked a long way with the snake shadow in the background. The latter began to become agitated and restless. A dragon twisted its body and crashed into him, but was swept by the "firefly," which was like a knife scattering the smoke. The smoke shrank back and condensed back into a snake, but the scattered part disappeared. Its body shrank a size.

If it were Mr. Himeya, Mr. Sakuma, and Rei, what would they do here? Kazuki Komon thought that they would probably rush in as fast as they could, as if they were going home, after discovering that "Firefly" could deal with Snake Shadow and that he would only have to pay the price of a "brainache," until they pulled Saijo Nagi out.

Komon Kazuki thought this was a good approach; it wouldn't be too late to rest for ten or fifteen days after finding someone.

"Don't give up!" he shouted repeatedly, both to Saijo Nagi and to himself.

outside world.

The corroding black spots lingered on the remaining half of Nexus's face, and black smoke swirled around his eyes, only to be flicked away with a "hiss." The crystals that had dimmed began to glow slightly.

Samuel's Pelleriti Light Stream still failed to achieve its goal. He thought that his later understanding would lead to a different result, but Dark Lucifer only looked at him as if he were a struggling insect.

The golden flow was paused just before it reached him. The dark figure slowly stepped forward, calmly observing the surge of light particles. When he spoke, there was a hint of seriousness in his voice: "A third-rate clone, yet it has yielded quite a result, Chimuni..."

There was the rustling sound of pages turning again. He continued, "Well, Muchini, you can become my follower just like him, I..."

His response was a fist that was almost touching his nose.

The giant's fist was as tall as him, but he continued to gaze absently as if he were "reading" something in a book, until a flame ignited on the fist, almost setting his hair on fire.

"I was just kidding, did you believe me?" The shadowy figure reached out and gently tapped his fist, preventing Samuel from advancing an inch.

“His name is Muchini,” Samuel replied.

He couldn't describe his feelings at that moment. Muchini had made many mistakes, and Samuel's departure was too sudden, leaving him with many things he hadn't had time to teach. So the "divine child" of the Ocean Star stumbled along on his own, ultimately going astray. He met his "master," who had worked for him for countless worlds, yet even his "master" would forget his name.

There once was an "elf man" with seaweed-like black hair, who, carrying Beelzebub's body, faced the golden flow. In the final moments, Samuel heard him say, "My name is Mucini."

Why was he suddenly repeating that phrase? In a flash, Samuel remembered—the Vitamori had all perished in the Star Sea, and Muchini was the last survivor, a moving tombstone. Perhaps only Samuel remembered them; Muchini repeating his name was probably just him saying, "I once existed."

And this so-called "master"... the thing that instigated Muchini to sink deeper and deeper, he actually, he actually—!

The flames burned fiercely, just like the burning heart of its master.

The "master" suddenly laughed: "You didn't hesitate when you killed him, so why are you angry now?"

A dark figure leaped onto the silver arm, black smoke billowing as it passed, and scorching spots spreading like ink soaking white paper. He walked slowly along the arm, the giant unable to move an inch, only the constantly flickering silver flames seeming to reveal his state of mind.

“Samuel?” Jun Sakuma was worried about his condition. No matter how desperate the battle situation outside was, Jun Sakuma’s Light Chaser Medal remained untouched.

It lay quietly in the human's hand. Samuel had prepared it meticulously for a long time; the stone skin had already peeled away.

Most of it, the patterns on its shell flickering as if breathing, the gold threads so densely intertwined they appear almost transparent. It is about to be fully restored and should support its owner.

But that didn't happen.

"Listen to me." He heard Samuel's voice again, not ignited with anger as he had expected, but with a hint of helplessness. The Medal of the Light Chaser gradually dimmed as he spoke, the golden threads disappearing. When Jun Sakuma looked at it again, he found himself holding a stone once more.

Then, he felt something pulling at him, like a hook dangling from the fabric of his clothes, trying to throw him off.

The dark figure continued upwards, his boots clicking softly. He reached about elbow level, and by slightly turning his head, he could see the giant's eyes. They resembled his own eyes, only a warm, milky white. He stared at them for a moment:

"thief."

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Chapter 164 I Ask the Long Wind, Is There You at the End?

Suddenly, my vision went black.

Jun Sakuma looked around blankly, as if he were "seeing" the world in another way—through perception.

Immediately afterward, his senses vanished, and the hook on his back actually flung him away. He kept his promise and clung tightly to the Medal of the Light Chaser until he felt himself fall onto the soft grass.

The outside world was bright and clear, and his vision returned.

No matter what happens, we must not waver.

He looked up sharply at the silver giant—no, it was no longer a giant. After days of erosion, with the intact parts stripped away, all that remained were the remains of a "monster."

Samuel disliked this appearance. When he was talking to Jun Sakuma in the snow that day, he kept glancing at his arm, as if afraid that scales would grow out from it. Jun Sakuma noticed his actions but didn't point it out, because he had more important things to remember.

Jun Sakuma wanted to ask him: You always say that the situation is different from when “Xun” was there, that there are opportunities here and ways out there, but “Gen” is gone. Isn’t that different from before?

“Hey, Karin can’t stop crying for a while. If you… I’ll make her cry to you every day.” That day, Jun Sakuma spread himself out in the snow, and the snowballs he buried in made a small mountain next to him.

Samuel looked at him like he was a scoundrel: "What kind of father makes his daughter cry every day?"

“Yeah, no way!” Jun Sakuma suddenly sat up and solemnly patted his shoulder: “Karin calls you ‘Dad’. Although I’m not happy that my daughter is close to others, I’m happy enough that she’s not close to that natto-patterned shirt that taught her to be so materialistic.”

Samuel's expression went blank for a moment. He turned his head back to stare at the cliff he never tired of looking at, and said, "Don't always bring up the rosewood."

Jun Sakuma chuckled sullenly.