Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

Upon hearing this, the salted fish suddenly straightened up, heaven knows how it managed to stand up using its tail, but anyway, it propped itself up, raised its head high, put one fin on its hip, waved the other in the air, and pointed: "He is the most suitable human! Uranus was almost gone, and I placed his light on Xiao Jing to prevent that light from disappearing! He is now like half a son to me! I will not allow you to hurt a worried old mother like this!"

The figure hesitated for a long time before slowly saying, "Your voice is male."

"Ah, cough cough!" Xianyu coughed twice in a deep, magnetic voice that sounded like a CEO from an idol drama. When he spoke again, it was a soft, velvety girlish voice: "Then it's my old father, Dad, my dear father! I wanted to talk to someone today, so I changed my voice but couldn't get it right..."

"You went to chat up people again."

"I even changed into their favorite look! A suit, slicked-back hair, and a deep voice asking them if they'd lost their hearts, sob..."

Nobody can see it.

"Ah... They passed right through me! So many years, so many years! Billions of years, billions of years! Only you and my dear son Uranus can hear me and see me!"

The figure helped the sobbing, staggering man, who looked like he was about to melt away. The man, who knew exactly how to take advantage of the situation, wiped his snot on the figure's palm—who knows where the snot came from.

He touched something cool and slippery, and his whole body stiffened. The silver flames suddenly lit up the window, instantly burning away the sticky substance: "It's normal for him to hate you."

The salted fish sprang up like a spring and flicked its tail, only to be dodged by the other fish leaning back. The splash of water traced a perfect arc, glistening like a string of pearls. It angrily said, "He says 'I'm almost a salted fish' every day, so he must really like helpless and pitiful salted fish! How could he possibly hate my posture!"

He threw you on the ground.

The salted fish instantly turned into a dead fish, and the tears with nowhere to go were about to drown its body, marinating through its silvery scales.

“Uranus is the best, and Xiao Jing will be the best too! He will…maybe, maybe, well, let me think about who he likes to listen to.”

Chapter Two: Extraterrestrial Light and Earth

"King of Salted Fish, I'm heading out!"

Kinoshita Kei casually put on a change of clothes, brushed his teeth with one hand and packed his schoolbag with the other, occasionally tilting his head back to prevent toothpaste foam from dripping outside. He finished cleaning up in five minutes and then launched himself out the door like a rocket.

He was going downstairs to the café to prepare today's materials, leaving the rest to his grandmother and two hired employees, then he'd catch the bus to school, having breakfast on the way. The astronomy department had an extremely fastidious professor; he taught the most classes and had the most to do, and anyone late would be severely punished. Kinoshita Kei wouldn't dare skip his class, no matter who else he skipped. This morning was his astrophysics class, so Kinoshita Kei spun himself like a top, wishing he could launch himself into the school in a second.

"Bang!"

The door lock groaned as if it had been struck, and a furry head poked out from the cardboard box on the balcony.

"Why didn't he come to see me?" the owner of the fluffy head cried. "Oh? Musar, tell me, does he have another Earth father out there?"

“It’s Samuel,” the figure in the rescue team uniform said, leaning against the windowsill with a slightly subtle expression. “You are currently portrayed as a woman.”

"Oh, so it's Mother Earth!" A white-haired girl with twin ponytails, dressed in a heavily lace dress, wobbled to her feet and stepped out of the cardboard box: "Whoa!"

She tripped over the cardboard box and fell face-first into the mud. Something round and smooth was sent flying by the fall.

Aiba Yu's gaze followed the gurgling thing to the corner of the balcony.

One eyeball.

Ruby red, a color as delicate as flower petals.

The one-eyed, twin-tailed creature crawled up to it and snapped its eyeball back in: "Why would my little Jing like this kind of 'ball-jointed doll'? The eyeball might fall out if it's not properly secured..."

That's right, the gender-ambiguous salted fish king, after much agonizing thought, conjured a new form based on one of Kinoshita Kei's "wives" on his bedside table, pointing to the other person as someone who understood him and could comprehend his words. But things didn't go as planned; Kinoshita Kei currently prefers the embrace of the devilish bald professor.

“I’ve been observing him for a week, and he doesn’t seem to have any sense of ‘realization’ about it. Pito, Uranus should probably be replaced.”

Amidst the turbulent flow of time and space, Aiba Yu heard a faint cry for help. As he approached the source, he sensed an even deeper temporal chaos. He thought it was another world ravaged by the Dark Lucifer clone. After finally managing to tear open the barrier against the turbulence, he only saw a salted fish thrashing about.

The salted fish opened its mouth and said, "I just shouted casually without expecting anyone to hear me, but I didn't expect anyone to come. Waaah, I'm so touched! The good kids are saved!"

The salted fish flicked its tail, splashing water everywhere, and Aiba Yu took two steps back.

"Hello, light from another planet, I am Earth. You can call me Mother Earth, Father Blue Star, Mother Gaia... or Pytho."

"I see you have extraordinary talent, and since there's a ray of light from the sky here, why don't we..."

Pito tilted his head and carefully examined the outsider, who was covered in cracks and had sparkling spots, with one of his dead fish eyes: "Why don't you teach him how to use it!"

Aiba Yu was stunned for a long time.

The techniques Noah taught him almost killed him when he actually tried to use them. At the time, the master kindly encouraged him, "It only takes a little bit of energy. If you find the right method, you can travel through the universe." Aiba Yu believed him.

Because Kazuki Komon is an honest man, Jun Himeya and Rei Senju are also honest men, and Nagi Saijo is not good at talking but also not good at deceiving people, with such reliable human hosts, the big shots would certainly not talk nonsense. It wasn't until he rushed into the spacetime turbulence that he realized something was wrong. The energy consumption rate seemed to be a little "billion" faster.

Just then, he heard a cry for help that lingered for three days. With his heart full of passion and his body almost cut into meatpacking products by the turbulent current, he forcibly tore open the barrier and found himself in someone's bedroom. There was a water stain on the floor, and on the water stain lay a radiant salted fish that called itself "Earth".

The salted fish asked him to help raise its children: three beams of light that could not see the salted fish, could not understand its speech, and could not communicate with it, in order to prepare for "future dangers".

Yuu Aiba can communicate fluently with the salted fish, and he can become a bridge between the salted fish and the "good kids". However, after observing for several days, he began to question the salted fish's choice.

This human form of Uranus... looks like just an ordinary person. His willpower is average, and his intelligence is only above average, far inferior to the geniuses of the Alchemy Star. The only advantages he has are those that Pitot values: his "extremely vigorous life force" and "extremely high compatibility with Uranus".

If quality is the priority, Aiba Yu would prefer to look for people from places like the fire station; if intelligence is the priority, he would prefer the geniuses of Alchemy Star.

Having seen so many reliable human beings, he couldn't understand how Uranus's light could have such a high degree of compatibility with such a person.

“He is very filial.” Pito tugged at her little skirt. She was very similar to the ball-jointed doll, with joints at the elbows. She carefully compared it to the original and then meticulously embellished the lace trim on the veil.

"Would I throw you into a cardboard box?" Aiba Yu watched as He fiddled with his reflection in the window.

"Being able to see me, hear me... even though you can't understand my words yet, this is already the greatest filial piety!" Pito, with a wobbly, almost broken posture, walked to the balcony window, brimming with confidence in his eyesight: "Over billions of years, among so many children, only a handful have been able to see me."

"They are all my good children without exception! Musar, come with me to see him again; perhaps you will change your opinion of him today!"

“It’s Samuel.” Aiba Yu picked him up, and with a crisp sound, he looked down and saw a leg covered in leather shoes and lace stockings fall to the ground.

"Pick it up, pick it up!" He was about to cry again: "It's so easy for my joint to fall off, and if it scares my sweet little Jing, I'm doomed! Waaah, please help me put it back on, Musar!"

Kinoshita Keisho was unaware that the salted fish had simulated one of the "wives" he bought, and perfectly replicated her tendency to lose parts, a trait she brought from a shady manufacturer. As a result, when Aiba Yu was taking her to school, arms and legs kept falling off along the way.

Aiba Yu had to slow down a bit, and Pito turned his head back from a 180-degree angle, urging him, "It's okay, it's okay, go see my good son!"

Kinoshita Kei arrived at the classroom just as the last bell rang. Professor Kazuge glanced at him with a hint of disappointment, marked a line on the roster, and continued calling roll. The students below were as quiet as chickens. He quietly found an empty seat closest to the door, sat down, and let out a long sigh.

At this time, everything was as usual, and the quantum physics research lab at Seongnam University started a new research project.

Gao Shan Wo Meng sat down in the machine with great anticipation. The heavy metal helmet was suspended by the mechanical arm and pressed down on his head.

Chapter 3 First Meeting

Kinoshita Kei developed even greater expectations for this world.

If he had previously thought he was just living in an urban rebirth novel, hoping to use his past life's experiences to live a different life, now that he has witnessed the "talking salted fish," he has become even more curious about the mysteries of this world.

At least he wouldn't refuse to explore the unknown and mysterious, just like when he was a child, he would shout "Pegasus Meteor Fist" and his deskmate would shout "Lushan Rising Dragon Fist," exchanging wild punches. If one day a galactic arena and the Kido Group suddenly appeared in this world, he would definitely go and see if there really were a bunch of kids with brightly colored hair fighting, what the so-called light speed fist was all about, and whether the goddess's purple hair would look like something out of a Balala the Fairies in reality.

That salted fish opened the door to a new world for him.

Yesterday, he lost his temper with the salted fish, both annoyed that the salted fish always blocked the door from being fully open so he couldn't see inside, and annoyed at himself for being so clueless or "talented." Unusual things had been coming his way for more than half a year, yet he was still going to class and study in the usual way, and apart from seeing the salted fish every day when he opened the door, his life hadn't changed at all.

There were no owls or admission letters, no magic circles or command seals in the warehouse, and no notices from the Phantom Thief in a bodysuit who descended from the sky. "I've already died once, maybe dying again will allow me to go home," he thought, anticipating a different path.

However, things didn't go as planned; only half of what happened to the protagonist in the time-travel novel happened to him.

"Sigh..." He was slightly distracted by the professor's monotone lecture and looked out the window.

A pair of red eyes were also looking at him.

He froze instantly, goosebumps erupted all over his body, and every hair on his body seemed to scream "Mom!"

The owner of the red-eyed doll was a very exquisite doll. He knew it well; it was his "wife" on his bedside table. The white-haired doll was irresistible. He ordered it from that famous junkyard because it smelled so good.

"Wife" came to life. Her soft hair shone like the finest silk in the sunlight, with meticulously layered heavy lace. Light pierced through it, leaving delicate shadows on the pattern of the spring garden. Her shimmering red eyes reflected his face, and anyone would believe that at this moment, she only had eyes for him—Kinoshita Kei.

"Wife" was sitting on the railing of the corridor, with a four-story building behind her. She seemed to want to get down. Kinoshita Kei saw her slowly move her body and then "thud" and fell down!

Then it seemed as if a hand, though he couldn't see it clearly, could only vaguely make out a blurry shadow, pulled his "wife" up.

The white-haired man reappeared in sight. His "wife" still only had eyes for him, but her face was turned away. One eye was fine, but the other eye was crooked to the side. Her left arm had fallen off and was picked up by the blurry shadow as if it wanted to press it back down.

His "wife" opened her mouth at him: "@＃￥@＃%..."

The sound was deafening, reaching right to the brain!

It's a terrifying voice, like ducks nesting each other like dolls!

Dead, dead salted fish?

"Mom!" He jumped up and blurted out every word, his hair standing on end.

The professor's monotonous background noise abruptly stopped. He pulled down his glasses, lowered his head slightly, and looked at Kinoshita Kei through the top of his glasses: "Do you have any new ideas about my solution?"

Kinoshita Kei went from a goosebumps to breaking out in a cold sweat: "N-no... I'm sorry! Professor Fukui!"

The professor wasn't some easily fooled Buddha. He calmly pushed his glasses back up, the reflection making Kinoshita Kei's heart race: "Your 'reaction' is so strong, you must have understood."

"Yes, yes?" Kinoshita Kei saw him holding a blackboard eraser and handing it to him from a distance.

"If you understand, come to the blackboard and do the problems."

Kinoshita Kei's classes were like attending a funeral.

Outside the classroom, Pito, who had just turned his head back to the classroom, was once again moved to tears: "Musar, he called me Mom!"

"It's a seal... never mind."

……

Hours later, at the edge of the rooftop.

Kinoshita Kei held a sandwich in his hand, unable to swallow it.

My "wife" followed me here from the classroom.

In the most ladylike manner, he knelt gracefully before her, assuming the position he had arranged for her on the bedside table.

Her mouth opened and closed as if she were speaking, though it still sounded like the babbling of a duck.