Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

"Most of the Ultra Warriors I know come from a place called the Land of Light, or have special genes—but I don't have any of those. I thought I had become 'him,' but now it seems... I probably only borrowed external help. Once I encounter the 'origin,' I'll turn back into the original form."

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“It’s the person who gave me the ‘Merit of the Light Chaser’.” Aiba Yu sat down again, cross-legged and watched the snow. He saw the snowflakes fluttering and falling into the icy sea, spreading out in the water. No matter how many fancy and beautiful ice petals were arranged, they would all melt back into the original water when they reached the sea.

“That wasn’t originally mine. To be precise, the core stone is the real ‘Merit of the Light Chaser.’ He gave it to me with a name he gave it on a whim,” Aiba Yu said. “The outer shell is a tool used to activate its energy. I had the opportunity to become ‘light’ by holding it. Later, its original energy was gone, and new light filled it—I thought I had succeeded.”

Jun Sakuma quickly replied, "Yes, it was lost for a while, wasn't it? You don't need it..."

His answer came from scales gleaming coldly. Aiba Yu emphasized, "But what is this? I destroyed the 'Nest of the Primordial' along with its owner. That should have been the end, but it continues to exist, a lingering ghost!"

Then, his tone returned to normal, as if he had exhaled his last breath, and no emotion could be heard: "I have separated the part that is about to return to its origin from the part that has not yet begun to transform. In my hands, it will be corrupted sooner or later, but if you use it, the enemy may not be able to affect it so easily."

"If you don't like the name Samuel, you can... change it later."

……

Jun Sakuma took out the stone-like object, and all eyes were on him, because of the words, "'Yu Aiba' went to the enemy's lair, and 'Samuel' is here."

“The enemy has stolen the memories sealed by the River of Oblivion and is trying to absorb the energy within to strengthen itself. Its lair is well hidden and difficult to find,” Jun Sakuma did not continue to explain, “but because of its connection with Yu Aiba, we can find that place.”

Just as "Xun" found the location of "Gen" with half a mark and finally destroyed the original nest; now Sakuma Jun can wait for Nexus to recover his fighting power and then go together to find Aiba Yu's location. It would be best to dig out the master of that alien beast before the other party has fully integrated his power.

Aiba Yu had another explanation at the time, but Sakuma Jun thought about it and didn't tell them.

That is, it will also be their guide to escape—if Nexus's light is taken away today, Jun Sakuma alone certainly cannot win. If he can locate the enemy's position, it means he can choose the right path to escape far away, and the energy remaining inside will become his reliance to protect others.

If Jun Sakuma has the opportunity to become stronger in the future and be able to withstand the master of the alien beast, then he can come back, just like "Tatsumi" hunted down the outer minions before going to find "Gen". If there is no chance of victory, then it is not too late to go after he has made himself strong.

To Jun Sakuma, these things were nothing but a load of nonsense.

When Samuel refused to let him erase his family's memories, he kept saying "we can't admit defeat." Now, before the battle even begins, he's already planning an escape route for him.

Don't they realize that if they really can't win and this place is destroyed, where can they go? Will they blow up their own planet like the visitors and then wander in interstellar space?

“Locating the enemy’s lair… then this is my second layer of insurance.” Jun Himeya noticed Jun Sakuma’s expression and took out the things he had carefully preserved from his pocket.

"Ah! It's Mr. Grasshopper!" Huali was very familiar with the mess she had made: "I was wondering why one was missing! It was too ugly, this was just for practice. If you like, I have many better ones here!"

Himeya, do me a favor.

Himeya Jun looked at the grasshopper, which had become as black as ink, and recalled the ghost that had "stood" in front of him that day. He seemed to really like Karin's painting, but unfortunately, he could never touch it.

“Aiba will delay the other party’s fusion of power inside. We need to wait for Komon to wake up first. If Aiba is devoured by the other party before then… this is the second positioning tool.”

You are protected by the light of Nexus; you are the only one I can trust.

If the Light Chaser's Medal can't find me, then try using this.

The scent emanating from the grasshopper was exactly the same as that emanating from the "monster".

On the sofa, Komon Kazuki vaguely sensed the fluctuation, and his eyelashes trembled.

Chapter 167 Golden Scales Unfurl

The iron-gray seawater can still reflect images.

They were reflected against the same grayish rocks. They were probably volcanic rock, loose and porous, so when the tides lapped against them, they produced a more complex sound than when the waves hit ordinary smooth rocks.

The feeling was like a harbor under a storm, where someone stands on high ground, gazing into the distance, plucking the strings of a musical instrument amidst the tide and the howling wind. The notes shatter in the air, extending rapidly along the wind's path, adding a touch of vibrant color to this iron-gray world.

The dragon-like creatures roam about, and are probably the only "animals" that can be seen here.

"You're still persisting, hmm... Intelligent beings often harbor illusions." The owner of the voice began to look at his seemingly endless book again. The dragon-like creature and black flames clung to the "monster's" body, starting from the tip of its tail and slowly gnawing at the scales as hard as metal, like ants dividing up food that was dozens or hundreds of times their own weight. With countless mouths working at the same time, it was only a matter of time before even the largest thing turned into dust.

The beast's eyes were like a golden sea, reflecting the wing-shaped crystal on his chest and the four wings that were becoming increasingly solid.

The wings turned to reveal the front, and Dark Lucifer approached, looking at himself in the golden sea with interest: "I feel a little sorry for you. I know you gave most of your power to that human... You are smarter than my second-rate clone. If someone else were to control it, it would indeed be harder to pull it back to its origin, but what good would that do? He was no match for me."

Aiba Yu moved his head, his neck bones cracking. His hands and feet were also a little sore and numb, but he could only move his head slightly. The flames, which seemed easy to pass through, held him firmly in place on the island.

The island's center is flat, paved with large slabs of bluestone. Viewed from above, it resembles the flowing skirt of a dancer twirling with delicate steps, or blooming petals, both rough and fine, like a butterfly wing resting on a tiger's nose. Cold seawater surrounds it, and black flames burn upon it.

The flames that should have brought warmth did not bring any heat at all; the breath condensed into white mist as it was exhaled, but Aiba Yu did not feel cold.

He was afraid of the cold, and when he was dividing himself, he felt a constant chill, as if needles were being pulled out. Every time a ray of light was pulled out, a wisp of cold air would rush in. Karin said that when she was warming herself by the fire, she would put several small heaters around her so that she wouldn't feel cold from any angle. This idea ended with homework thrown at her by Sakuma Jun, but Aiba Yu thought it would be very comfortable.

The white mist generated by the opening and closing of his scales and his breathing mingled with the rising black flames, and was then dispersed by the rising black flames. As a result, he was enveloped in an extremely thin mist. He did not feel cold, but instead felt a motherly warmth inexplicably.

That is of course the "mother," and this body is about to return to its original owner, which makes it cheer with joy.

He had time to think about what "Gen" felt back then, when it was nailed to the cliff by itself, its flesh peeling away, its heart gradually cooling, its scorching blood cascading like a waterfall into the icy sea, forging a furnace of blood and salt. Did "Gen" feel the same way?

An embrace from death: quiet, warm, and lonely.

The fallen "Dawn Star" seemed convinced that he was powerless to resist, and continued to slowly read the huge ancient book. The serpent, bound by ropes of flame, reluctantly entered his body.

Those were human memories, extracted from their original owners and sealed in the River of Oblivion for countless years, constantly calling for their return. For them, Saijo Nagi's fall into the River of Oblivion was like a thirsty fish finding water.

So they crammed into her mind like pilgrims, and upon discovering Komon Kazuki protected by the fireflies, they frantically crowded around him—Komon Kazuki thought these condensed negative memories were driving him away, but in reality, it was the fireflies that were driving them away, while the serpents...

They yearn to return to the ocean of human consciousness.

The Dark Lucifer was a bit out of sync, which is why they always tried to struggle.

There were still many dragons, coiled in the sky, imprisoned on the island in black cages. Xiangye Yu watched them dwindle little by little. If Dark Lucifer finished merging these powers from the River of Oblivion, then the gates to this world would open wide, bringing death to the outside world.

The same was true of the "Primordial Nest" back then. The lizard monster was revered as the master of the new era. It didn't need to lift a finger; it only needed to open the door to its demands and satisfy people's fantasies about "power," and its minions would spread all over the world.

Aiba Yu suddenly laughed, and Dark Lucifer stopped turning the pages of his book and turned to look at him.

"Do you know how that clone lost?" The golden beast eyes narrowed, as if it had seen a gratifying scene: "He was so powerful that countless humans who gained power from him eventually turned into monsters, and then returned what they had gained tenfold. Supported by billions of people, it lay on the entire earth sucking blood."

The clone that "observes" the world didn't have time to record these things into the book. Dark Lucifer believed that it would be a very interesting twist, and he didn't mind the other party showing off his verbal skills a little before dying.

“My power comes from it. The master of the Primal Nest is the mother of all ‘monsters.’ He has sat on the invincible throne from the very beginning.”

On the way to slay the monster, some people learned of his plan from "Xun". After being shocked, they all advised him: "You are doing useless work. You are trying to defeat him with the power that comes from him. How is that possible? He can take away what he has given you at any time."

How do tributaries compete with the main stream?

"Xun" replied to them, "Then go and rob it."

Legend has it that Lucifer instigated an angelic rebellion, causing him to fall for nine days and nights, becoming the lord of Hell, known as Lucifer. Therefore, he should be extremely familiar with "rebellion."

What overturns the throne is often not an external force, but an internal tsunami.

When a tributary gathers enough water to rival the main stream, then who is the main stream and who is the tributary?

When a subject gains enough power, the strength of his henchmen is "assimilated" and brought under his control—just like a general returning from the field with a large army, entering the palace with sword and shoes, and the monarch smashing a cup as a signal, but the executioners who jump out are all "traitors".

The situation reversed, and the power under the throne naturally crumbled.

Dark Lucifer's calling him a "thief" or "robber" is indeed quite fitting.

"Creak, whoosh—"

The monster struggled, and the ropes of flame made a sound like metal being stretched taut and unable to bear the weight. Its beastly eyes burned, and the extreme cold ignited a blazing fire!

The inky black scales, as smooth as jade and brocade, were open and closed. The sudden rise in temperature caused the moisture on their bodies to rise, and the cold gleam of their armor occasionally peeked out from the swirling white mist, like a blade slowly rotating in the sunlight. Occasionally, a brilliant reflection would shine into their eyes, and at that moment, it would split rocks and pierce through the clouds!

Chapter 168 The Arrogant Will Finally Reap the Bitter Fruit

"Traitors" and "monarchs" are both predators in this ocean. Their power comes from the same source. Who says that it must be the "monarch" who gives the order, and his henchmen dutifully rushing forward to tear the other side to pieces?

The master of the original nest initially believed this, slowly digesting the offerings underwater, until he discovered that the power of the nailed minion had not returned to the mother in its entirety, but instead surged into others. Even the "water" of vast icy oceans, made from the blood and flesh offerings of billions of people, was devoured by that gluttonous monster.

When "Xun" hunts its own kind in the outside world to strengthen itself, it is like a vicious dragon that has fallen into a treasure mountain, ruthlessly plundering its master's accumulated wealth.

The waves surged upwards, just like the scene at this moment.

The only difference was that the ocean waves were replaced by dragons from the River of Oblivion, which rolled into the air and flowed into the ground, causing the cage to boil. Aiba Yu laughed loudly in the black ocean tide.

He was both a "monster" and a human, possessing the latter's greed and the former's ferocity. Here, there was nothing but enemies; he didn't need to worry about his scales and bone claws inspiring fear and disgust, nor did he need to fear that his appearance would frighten Karin.

Look, the one who led everything astray is right before us!

The "god" and "master" who will usher in the so-called "new era" are right in front of us!

He was high above, and the people of the base, the struggles of the resistance, the cries and laughter of the so-called intelligent beings, the flowers, birds, wind and moon of the beautiful mountains and forests, the sunset and sunrise of the silver sand sea... all meant nothing to him, like a drop of water that could be seen anywhere, falling to the ground with a "plop," the water slowly evaporating and disappearing without a trace.

The things you cherish, he doesn't even bother to understand. Ancient books record many worlds "observed" by his alter egos, which he uses for amusement, but never remembers them. It's not that one aspect of things isn't worth his attention. That's why he bewitches Muchini to work for him, yet he's too lazy to remember Muchini's name.

What the Ocean Star was like, what Muchini went through, none of that matters—he only needs to drop a straw when the other party needs it most, and the dying man will naturally become a new, loyal henchman.

When in a good mood, it responds to the "wishes" of intelligent beings, sending them "primordial nests" one by one, and then rightfully collects the principal and interest. It only makes a few comments when it sees something interesting, satisfying a tiny bit of insignificant curiosity.

Thus, the entire world deviated from its original trajectory, leaving fertile fields riddled with holes, and endless yellow sands littered with countless bones, heads stretching from the flower fields of the west coast to the flourishing mountains of the east.

Beneath the cherry blossoms, widows adorn the river, dead infants decorate the wilderness, and old men decay in their houses. Husbands, fathers, and sons fight against the claws of monsters with their flesh and blood.

No one wants their peace disturbed; if they can live peacefully, why would they risk their lives? Ironically, his clone seemed to understand this principle as well—and so, after an unprecedented defeat, he eked out a living from the Primal Nest to Vitamori.

Samuel, having just acquired the giant's body, was unfamiliar with many things and thus bore the responsibility of guiding Muchini. He appeared weary and worried, and the enemy, as expected, revived, fueled by countless "wishes."

Later, when he realized he was about to return to his origins, Samuel's mind was like a tangled mess, with countless threads intertwined and layered, the icy ocean of the primordial nest at its center.

He wasn't a real Ultra Warrior after all: he tried to stabilize Vitamori with his body, but the latter still turned from Ocean Star into the Land of Sulfur; he clumsily taught Muchini, but the latter was easily lured into the abyss by "the Lord"; he briefly regained his senses while working for Yapool, but failed to save Pasifica... Now he's finally going back to square one.

The very origin and the source of the mutation both come from the person right in front of us!

They all originated from the "second-rate clones" he casually tossed aside, and the little ideas that satisfied his curiosity!

He certainly didn't remember the insignificant ripples in that insignificant world, how he stirred up fate, how countless ants struggled in the mud.

Therefore, the most extreme arrogance triggered the most intense resistance—the "traitor" once again infiltrated the "monarch's" lair.

“I am a 'thief,' a 'burglar.'” The “monster” bared its sharp teeth, and the sea of ​​gold in its eyes shone even brighter.