Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

"He's already gone out... No, we need to do special training too!"

Regardless of the hardships suffered by the Team Inazuma members who were still struggling to stay in bed when their captain relentlessly woke them up, Takayama Gamu had already arrived at his destination thanks to his strong premonition.

A research institute whose information indicates it is "closed".

EX landed on the grass, and Takayama Gamu looked preoccupied as she stepped down.

The side door of the research institute was half open, and as he expected, it was still in use.

He walked through the half-open iron gate, which was dark and gaping like the mouth of a beast. Takayama Gamu couldn't help but put his hand on the holster.

"Who goes there!" A female voice came from the darkness.

"Whoosh—" The headlights came on, and Takayama Gamu had to squint because of the sudden light piercing his pupils. It took him a while to see clearly what was in front of him.

A woman in a white lab coat, presumably a researcher, was standing on the second-floor walkway.

"Dr. Inamori?" Takayama Gamu had met her before, when Fujimiya Hiroya had successfully developed the quantum computer Crisis and decided to withdraw from Alchemy Star.

Kyoko Inamori paused for a moment before recognizing him: "Takayama... my dream?"

This research institute was applied for by Hiroya Fujimiya after he left Alchemy Planet. It is named "Prono Karamos". After realizing the differences between herself and Hiroya Fujimiya, Gamu Takayama began to investigate his trajectory - hoping to meet him somewhere and have a proper talk instead of always having a hurried encounter in front of monsters.

He found the "Prono Karamos" but didn't see Hiroya Fujimiya. Instead, he was greeted by Kyoko Inamori, a former colleague of Fujimiya.

"Why is Dr. Inamori here?" Takayama Gamu had thought that Crisis's team had disbanded after Fujimiya Hiroya left Alchemy Star, but it turns out that there are still people following Fujimiya Hiroya to do follow-up research.

Kyoko Inamori knew who he was looking for. After a moment of silence, she led Gamu Takayama towards the laboratory while explaining the reason.

“I’m looking for him too, um… I should be waiting for him,” Kyoko Inamori said. Two footsteps echoed through the empty, dimly lit research institute, making it a bit more lively than usual.

“After the results of Crisis’s prophecy came out, we continued to search for answers to avoid ‘destruction’ in this research institute,” the two said as they arrived at a roller shutter door. Kyoko Inamori pressed the switch, and the shutter automatically rolled up: “This is it.”

Computers and mountains of thermal paper.

This was my first impression of Takayama Gayu.

"Squeak." Gao Shan heard a noise, walked around a mountain of paper, and found that the sound came from a hamster.

Kyoko Inamori spoke softly and gently: "This is his lover. It should have just fallen asleep at this hour, and was probably woken up."

The hamster's cheeks twitched, and it darted into the pile of wood shavings. It was perhaps the only soft, plush creature in the research institute—besides the mice burrowing in the grass outside.

“We continue our research on unknown particles here, and Fujimiya is focusing his search on the underground,” Kyoko Inamori continued. “Logically, there shouldn’t be any more discoveries, as most research institutes searching for unknown particles are targeting the universe.”

In my dream, I saw her turn on a screen. The screen showed a circle of white spotlights and a body of water.

Kyoko Inamori said, "Through it, we listen to the voice of the earth. Fujimiya believes that the earth must have its own defense mechanism against 'destruction'."

Takayama Gamu almost instantly thought of Gaia.

"

Then he disappeared one day.

……

Fujimiya Hiroya did not expect that he would arrive in Shiroiwa City.

He clearly got on the bus with the intention of going to the Prono Karamos Institute, and at the time, he didn't perceive anything unusual about the scenery or anything else.

Once he reached the vicinity of the research institute, he got out of the car and went to the body of water where he had been conducting experiments for many years.

The metallic lifeform's blade pierced the timer, and his intuition and sudden weakness told him that he had to go back to find Agul.

The result was this unexpected "return"—he went against his original destination and returned to his hometown, Chengyan City.

If you don't want to stay here, at least don't wander around. If you see anything outside of reality, be very careful.

He recalled what that strange man had said. Was he seeing something "outside of reality" now?

A golden sea of ​​fireflies began to spread before my eyes, and I didn't know if it was because I was dizzy or something else.

He continued along the familiar route, hoping to find a place to rest so as not to attract attention and be mistaken for a lost traveler by the patrolling police. Once he felt better, he would then transfer to the correct tram.

"Beep, beep beep..." It was a bit noisy near the station. The further into the city you went, the clearer the feeling became, like noisy insects flying everywhere.

When the figures appeared in front of him, Fujimiya Hiroya realized that they were not "insects" at all, but a dark mass of people!

They staggered over, their limbs stiff as if they had iron rods stuck inside them, but their faces were ruddy and normal, except for their zombie-like expressions. Each of them held a ringing phone in their hand.

Has sleepwalking spread here?

Fujimiya Hiroya stopped in his tracks. Sensing something amiss, his first instinct was to assess the situation—however, his physical condition clearly prevented him from doing so.

The "zombies" discovered him: a fresh, quick-thinking person. They gripped their phones and dashed over, turning the initial chirping of insects into a raging torrent, accompanied by the thunderous sound of their combined running.

Anyone would know what choice to make now.

Fujimiya Hiroya turned and walked towards the station. Although he tried to move, he was limping and could not walk fast. Meanwhile, the crowd was rapidly closing the distance to him.

The person in the lead was wearing a middle school uniform, with shoulder-length hair flying up and down in the air.

“Sir, your phone.” She moved her facial muscles to open her mouth, and a light, clear voice squeezed out from her stiff throat.

Chapter Ninety-Three: Meteor Shower and Spaceship

Fujimiya Hiroya is deeply immersed in the "enthusiasm" of his hometown people, while at the Geo base, Kinoshita Kei is sighing.

"I feel a little uncomfortable..." Pito clutched his stomach or something lower down, then glanced at the hedgehog-like spiky hair sticking up between Kinoshita Kei's fingers and said, "If you rub them all bald, you won't feel comfortable either?"

At this moment, Kinoshita Kei had just gotten up and was recovering from staying up all night the previous night. Two shocking events completely shattered his mental defenses.

First, they received a message from Team Leader Fukui, who confirmed Kinoshita Kei's concerns about radio communication and stated that Alchemy Star's people had already been working on this, and that experimental equipment would be delivered to XIG for priority use tomorrow.

"In other words... it's like I racked my brains to come up with a research topic, and someone else has already been working on it and is almost successful." Kinoshita Kei grabbed his hair and pulled his whole head down. Pito always felt that he would go bald sooner or later.

“I’ll keep the report. There’s no need to report to base what’s already being done,” Team Leader Fukui said, putting on his glasses on the other side of the screen. “I glanced at it and found three errors in word choice and grammar. It turns out that staying up all night doesn’t improve your work efficiency.”

"Yes..." Kinoshita Kei said dejectedly.

"He'll also have a brain hemorrhage, so he'll at least outlive the stone digger next door."

Secondly, his plan to "dream of Uranus while burning blue bars" failed. He slept like a log all night, not even dreaming of Uranus. He opened his eyes and it was already broad daylight. Pito, with his scarred face like a muscular hero, came over and said, "You're awake? You've finished eating the spicy fish. Go buy some more."

"I really..." Kinoshita Kei suddenly raised his head, his face contorted with rage: "It's all your fault! You damn Earth!"

"Well?"

"They've stuffed too much energy into Uranus, keeping him silent! And by creating a bunch of alchemical geniuses from different planes, we ordinary people can only live in their shadows when we do scientific research!"

Pito slapped him on the head hard: "The former means you have potential, the latter means you can rely on powerful figures."

"Who wants to be a slacker if they can do C!" Kinoshita Kei covered his head and shrank back: "Stop filming, or the kid will really get stupid."

……

"Are you stunned?" the dark thing asked.

A silver giant hangs in space, with a yellowish-brown storm behind him.

It takes sunlight one hour and nineteen minutes to reach this point. Fragments of rock and ice form a massive ring, from which ice crystals fall every moment. If the storms on that planet weren't so murky, there might be a meteor shower every day.

There are no meteor showers in outer space. There is no atmosphere that grinds against rocks, and no matter that is heated to break them down. Only at perihelion, under the influence of the solar wind, might small celestial bodies extend jets.

But now... in Samuel's eyes, a meteor shower is indeed falling across this long stretch of Saturn's orbit.

Occasionally, fragments would fly by and pass right through me.

The fragments were charred and twisted, their thinner edges burned through by the heat, leaving scorching red arcs—a piece of shipwreck.

Titan, also known as Saturn's moon, was initially thought to be home to life, so all kinds of explorations were carried out with great care, for fear of recklessly sending external objects into its fragile ecosystem.

With the current tense situation, they have built a forward base on Titan's icy ocean. Methane and tidal forces provide the energy for the base's operation, while a relatively thick atmosphere provides natural protection. The surface gravity is only 1/7 that of Earth, which is a major advantage for the spaceport.

Once a transit station built near Titan to store methane and water ice resources, it was urgently requisitioned and is now an important material hub.

Samuel was right there at the edge of the hub, invisible to those inside, and unable to touch or influence them. In the words of the dark slime inside him, "This is my every day."

"Even the old shuttle has become a treasure. I found out about the maintenance team on your ship. Old miser, he won't use a single bit of lubricant. You'd better arrive early and check it yourself before setting off."

Two people were outside the base building; one was hammering away at the outer shell with a wrench, while the other was handing him screws.

It wasn't that they didn't want to use robots, but they were all prioritized for use by the forward fleet. They never imagined that, years after leaving the solar system, they would still have to manually repair the radiation shielding. It felt like a dream from Earth's era, where they were like Spider-Men on a glass facade, suspended by safety ropes, laboriously cleaning the grime from the outer walls.

"boom--!"

The two men repairing the radiation shield shuddered. There was no sound in the vacuum, so the explosions they heard were obviously not from the outside world—even in places a little further away, the "fireworks" were going off one after another, but they could only watch the spectacle.

"The aliens have broken in?!" someone in the base exclaimed.

"Idiot! Where did this newbie come from who didn't follow the safety manual when loading materials?! We almost blew up the whole warehouse!"

The two men repairing the shells looked at each other through their spacesuits. The one wielding the wrench was the seasoned veteran, who calmly took the nuts and quickly pressed them in place before they flew away.

“Newcomers, tsk tsk, another newcomer, there are more and more newcomers,” the man with the wrench muttered. “This is supposed to be a core hub, but when did they start letting newcomers do key positions?”

In the corridor filled with the blaring of fire alarms, a grumpy old worker dragged a terrified, trembling newcomer who had caused the trouble "walking" through the insulated passageway. Because gravity was much lower than on Earth, their "walking" was more like "flying."

The old worker kept opening his mouth, probably scolding the one he was carrying. The newcomer trembled and wiped away tears, round teardrops floating on his hand.

Before he could finish reprimanding the man, the fire alarm was replaced by a level one alarm. The tearful newcomer hadn't even figured out what was going on when the veteran worker grabbed him by the collar that could strangle him, shoved at the wall, and dragged him out of the passageway and into the connecting cabin, securing a favorable position for evacuation to the lifeboats at any time.

Those conducting maintenance during spacewalks were too slow to react. They opened their mouths wide and saw the increasingly large bright spot in the distance. They chose to shrink into the shadows of the building, clinging to the wall like geckos.

“坐标E52°61′47″，w71°31′89″，舰体残骸，执行摧毁。”基地驻扎的防卫军一直高度紧张。

"Damn it, you can't find the coordinates?! You're just throwing in a bunch of wilted newbies!" the commander yelled. "You! Use yourself as the origin! Three o'clock! See that shiny thing that looks like your stove?"