Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

Those who fought side by side, those who were saved, those who witnessed the radiant light—let us pray together.

"The journey ahead will be short of spring's glory, and the lofty path will be fraught with fierce winds."

"Do not say that old friends are old, for we may meet again across mountains and seas."

Postscript: The New World – Excerpt from Sakuma's Diary

After seeing Noah, I suddenly realized something.

That is—there's only one mediocre person! And that's you! Samuel!

Although the new heavy armor looks cool and reliable, others have wings. With a "whoosh," I saw countless days and nights reversed in that instant.

Dark Lucifer ran away, taking with him his trembling book and that wretched inverted pentagram, while the big boss merely raised his hand.

Yes, Nexus, who can't speak, is the real boss. Samuel, you called everyone a "half-baked" so many times in front of others, and they still remained calm and collected—that's truly admirable. Don't even ask questions like "How do I get into the Meta Realm?" I'm too embarrassed to even speak to them. Now I can't even respect Komon as a senior anymore. Promise me you'll watch your words!

After Dark Lucifer was driven away, the alien beasts became much weaker, only reaching the level of the small alien beasts before. We haven't seen any big, tough-skinned creatures since.

So, the memory police are back on duty. This time, it's not about erasing memories; it's about genuinely acting as police officers. With the alien beasts weakening, the R7 factor requirement for frontline personnel isn't as high, and the memory police have infiltrated the police force, becoming peripheral combat personnel. The Night Raid Team continues to deal with the relatively powerful ones, leaving the ordinary henchmen to them.

TLT is offering me a job back... Forget it, I'm afraid of being edited out. I'd rather be a reporter who takes photos and writes articles. Besides, I can capture more things than the average photographer, so I won't have to worry about my tutoring fees.

As for how it was filmed, of course, it was done with the reliable Light Chaser's Medal! Tsk tsk, a good transformation device that is obedient, compliant, and knows how to provide timely support.

Samuel said he really didn't need it anymore, and I think he's never reliable when he says things like that, but the Medal of the Lightbringer didn't go with him. The medal is reliable, but if it didn't go with him, then it really must be unnecessary, right? Besides, I'm quite afraid of being sliced ​​up. Samuel said I'd better keep this power, in case the alien beast eats some kind of mutated stuff again... You'd better shut your mouth!

By the way, Noah said something about "as long as there are beings willing to sell their souls to Lucifer, he will not disappear," so Samuel decided to hunt down his randomly thrown clones. The boss was quite pleased and taught him some things about space travel, but something felt off. But the boss is gentle and reliable; reversing time is just a wave of his hand for him. It's probably just my imagination.

My talent seems to be entirely focused on rubbing tortoise shells. I listened during the lessons and still remember every word, but even though I recognize every word, I can't understand it. Oh well, as long as Samuel understands.

Wait a minute, did that self-taught guy really understand it?

……

The radiance of that day changed many things; the sun and moon reversed, the stars turned upside down, and under the influence of the First Messenger's power of time and space, the people who had been taken away by the alien beasts returned one after another.

Of course, this also brought about many problems.

After being identified as missing, their positions were filled by others, but now they're back...

Riko suffered misfortune after meeting Komon, and her time was reversed to before she was turned into a doll. Therefore, Komon is now starting over with her.

And Jun Sakuma—

"We're out of saury, how about chestnuts with yellowtail instead?"

"Sakura, just buy whatever you want to eat, I'll take care of it."

End of article and leave request

The atmosphere at the beginning of this volume is a bit lighter than in Ultraman Mebius (actually, it's because I was too headstrong at the start and failed miserably; after learning from that experience, I decided to...).

(Sweet after sweet...and sweet again). I tried a new rhythm in the middle, but it seemed a bit bland, so I honestly switched back to my old way of telling stories slowly.

The story about Xun wasn't originally planned for a second volume, but thinking there was no need to drag it out, I decided to include it in the main text. Then, as the author so happily did, I tore up the outline.

At first, I thought Samuel would keep the fact that I went in to locate him and repeat the previous actions a secret until the very end, but then I realized that it was impossible for Jun Sakuma not to have noticed! So I decided to confess!

As for the merit of the Light Chaser.

I think Nexus is a story about bonds and passing on. Samuel was reborn, so he would leave the transformation device, which was no longer necessary for him, to his human host. First, to protect Jun Sakuma from being dismembered, and second, because "Light" gave him the medal, and he would pass this gift on to the next person (Karin: New Toy).

The book is organized chronologically by the prologue, with each volume having a corresponding theme.

The story of "Sun" is the origin, corresponding to the first volume of Mebius. The theme is "friendship," and since the base was lost, the first volume brings back the rescue team.

Then I must be a truly loving author.

The third volume is Gaia.

There is Uranus, but I won't write out the operations I've seen many times.

Having planetary consciousness... I figured you've all seen plenty of Gaia and similar stories, with lolis and mature women, so I won't write about that.

The atmosphere will be happier than in Nexus, right? At least the beginning is cheerful.

Oh, I almost forgot, Samuel's new form at the end of Nexus.

As everyone knows, Nexus's own forms have names like "Red Youth" and "Blue Youth"... and Samuel is a bit of a maverick, so he had no idea that new forms needed new names. Maybe someone will remind him later, he can laugh for a bit.

Just as described, it's heavily armored, allowing you to stack the thickest armor and withstand the most severe attacks—perfect for a reckless player. The teammates who buff him are so considerate.

That will be revealed in the next volume.

In addition, there are some miscellaneous real-life issues. I figured you're here to read a book, not to listen to the author ramble on about how hard life is and how difficult writing is, so I'll leave it at that.

Anyway, I consistently write two chapters a day for this book. When I'm not busy with other work, I save up more chapters in case I can't continue when I'm busy.

I'm requesting two more days off:

I need to organize the outline and detailed outline of Volume 3, and also gather some manuscripts. We'll meet again in two days, on Saturday, for the new chapter.

As I always say, please leave a comment if you find anything you don't like. I'm a newbie, and I might make a mistake if I get too excited. *scratches head*

The group number is 1106678191, and the answer to join is "yes".

We can chat freely without anything sexual or political innuendo.

Volume 3 - The Chase - GAIA

Chapter 1: The Salted Fish Can Talk

The coffee shop closes at 11 p.m.

Grandma came home early to rest as usual. Kinoshita Kei confirmed that she had fallen asleep, tiptoed back to his room, opened the door, and unsurprisingly found a dead fish.

"Ah, it's you again," he said, taking off his coat and throwing it on the bed. He picked up the lazy bum who had taken up the bunk and threw him on the floor, then plopped down and crossed his legs, saying, "You've been following me for half a year now, you should at least make things clear. You just like my bed because it's comfortable? If you don't explain yourself, I don't care who you are, I don't believe in that stuff. I just want to see if you're as good as fried!"

"Dead salted fish" is literally a dead salted fish.

It looked like something pulled out of the sea, slippery and sturdy. Every time Kinoshita Kei carried it down, his hands would get wet. It smelled fishy and salty, and the blankets were stained with the smell of salted fish, to the point that the entire Department of Astronomy in the Faculty of Science thought his family ran a seafood shop instead of a coffee shop.

Now, the seafood is bouncing happily on the floor, its tail slapping against the wooden floor, its mouth opening and closing as if it were talking.

“@＃￥@＆*……”

What is talking?!

Kinoshita Kei was shocked!

That dead salted fish can actually make a sound! For the past six months, all it's done is stab the salted fish and knock over half a stack of his textbooks, or flick its tail and overturn his "wife" on the table. When I scold it, it just stares at me with its dead fish eyes looking innocent, and its mouth opens and closes as if it can't breathe, like it's about to die of thirst outside.

The strangest thing is that only he can see it. When he took it to his grandma and asked what kind of sea fish it was, his grandma, looking groggy, put on her reading glasses and touched his forehead with concern: "Xiao Jing, are you feeling unwell? Should we go see a doctor?"

Now that the lazy bum who always made him wash the sheets can at least speak, Kinoshita Kei thought about it seriously and felt that something was wrong. Perhaps this was some kind of ominous sign, like a crow cawing, a sow climbing a tree, or winning the lottery.

"%*!@#~￥%￥..."

He still couldn't understand what it was saying. The sound poured into his ears was like dozens of ducks repeating themselves endlessly, banging on his eardrums, making him want to bang his head against the wall and suffocate it under the covers.

"This world needs some peace and quiet." He bent down, picked up the creature whose flesh felt very firm, and went to the balcony to find an empty box.

Those boxes were the delivery boxes that were used to wrap his "wife" when he brought her home. Just like some Chinese people like to casually store plastic bags, he piled up the slightly intact cardboard boxes on his balcony, hoping to use them someday.

And here it is, it came in handy today. He threw the dead salted fish into the box, finally giving it a home.

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"You're always rolling around on my blanket, you probably don't even need water," he kicked a cardboard box. "Stop babbling, I don't understand what you're saying. Goodnight, Salty Fish King. Don't go to my grandma's room, she has a cat there."

"Hmm..." Kinoshita Kei, who was about to close the door, opened it again and leaned out halfway, saying, "If you want water, just bang on the door. You should understand what I'm saying, right? Bang it once if you want water, bang it twice if it gets cold, and slap it repeatedly if you want to leave."

The salted fish's vitality was given to the box. Kinoshita Kei slammed the balcony door shut and fell asleep amidst the fishy smell.

He's gotten used to it. He doesn't want to wash the sheets or spray air freshener. Perhaps this is the test that time travelers have to go through.

……

Kinoshita Kei's original name was Kinoshita Yasushi.

His father's surname was Mu, and his mother's surname was Xia. One day, they transmigrated and regressed into infants. Born into this world, they were raised by kind-hearted people who took good care of them. They were given the surname "Mu Xia" (木下), hence their name.

He once thought he was living the life of a modern rebirth novel, displaying maturity and insight unlike ordinary children from a young age, and was praised as a "genius" all the way to high school. Now he has been admitted to his dream university, and his life is going smoothly. He is just waiting to achieve his academic goals and build the career he once dreamed of.

Even if one lacks talent and is not suited for academia, one can still use the advantages of being a reborn person to "predict" major events, gain fame, speculate on Bitcoin, inject a wave of life-saving funds into some small workshops that are future big companies, and take the opportunity to invest in them. One can become a winner in life, taking his "wives" on a private cruise ship and having bikini-clad blondes with mortar-like cameras take honeymoon photos of him and his "wives" that are so sweet they'll kill you.

Later, he discovered that there was no "Facebook" or "Microsoft" in this world, and none of the comics that enlightened him when he was a child were there either. His "wife" had changed to a different world and a different generation.

Blue Star Peace, a place that should have belonged to the Celestial Empire, was now on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, inseparable from its surrounding underlings. They were used to it, but when they looked through the history books, well, it was a modern history they didn't recognize.

So he's traveled to a parallel world? That's fine too! He carefully took stock of his mental inventory. Although he only remembered the general outlines, with so many novel product ideas from other worlds, wouldn't he be able to create another entertainment empire just by messing around with them?

But ever since that salted fish silently appeared on his bed, he finally managed to control the frantic trembling in his brain, and a realization dawned on him: he was probably dealing with a supernatural script.

"The salted fish is talking, but I can't understand it. I don't want to wake up to find another system popping up with a 'ding,' and it's going to be a half-baked, crippled system. I speak Chinese and it says 'fire spirit'..." He muttered to himself for a long time, finally succumbing to the power of sleep and falling asleep to the faint sound of the salted fish splashing around.

balcony.

The soft moonlight shone down, and a figure materialized in the frost-like pillar of light.

When Xianyu saw him, it was like seeing a long-lost relative. Her round eyes welled up with tears: "Waaah, my good son can hear me now!"

The figure squatted down in front of it, expressionless, and said, "He doesn't understand."

In the blink of an eye, the salted fish had already soaked half the bottom of the box with tears: "It's still better than those other two unfilial sons who can't even see me! Waaah, my good Uranus!"

“Aside from having a strong life force, the power of light in him did not increase.”