Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

But why does he continue on this path? Is it because he has a chosen one above him, giving him an unfair advantage?

Why do people keep repeating "I'm just a useless little matchstick" while trying to emulate the work of the outstanding human beings they know?

Why risk exposing your identity and having to move away, wearing an ugly garbage bag to save someone? Was it really for Onodera Hitomi's "deep green" privileges, to meet the conditions to awaken Uranus, like finding the seven Dragon Balls to summon Shenron?

"Ah... I just wanted to do something."

He wanted to be a key figure in a major project, breaking through the difficult bottlenecks and making the entire project progress by leaps and bounds; he wanted to be the brain of a research project, finding the key to solving the problem, so that people would think of him whenever they talked about the research.

He wanted to switch places with the people on stage. The spotlight made him incredibly uncomfortable; he was so timid he wanted to get down and shrink back as soon as he stepped on stage—but that fleeting moment of being the center of attention, that feeling of carrying something forward with his head held high, was like a fine, sweet wine. Welcome to the group: 6.9.4:9.,3:""6!，1:3";5."

Even a rabbit will bite when cornered, and a person who has been looking down for too long will want to look up at the sky.

"I want to prove myself, I want to stand shoulder to shoulder with great people, I want to become the person I aspire to be," Kinoshita Kei whispered.

Just then, he heard footsteps and heavy breathing behind him, and he turned around for no apparent reason.

Hitomi Onodera ran over with her messy braids, and when she stopped in front of him, she adjusted her glasses, which were about to fall off her nose.

"I said... what are you doing following me?" He still remembered the unpleasant conversation from earlier, and said to the girl who had followed him out, "Do you want to be roasted alive? Or haven't you had enough of being scolded? Want to curse my family register? Wait until I get back, okay?"

Chapter 115 The Light of Mortals

"Didn't you want someone to sacrifice to the heavens? I'll do it!" Onodera Hitomi didn't understand what he meant by "inquiring about the family register," but she figured it wasn't anything nice, so her tone became harsh as well.

"I was just kidding... I didn't think before I spoke, I'm sorry."

"I am serious!"

"Huh?" Kinoshita Kei thought she was there to annoy him, so he ignored her, turned around and continued walking forward, wanting to get outside the barrier.

Bang-!

Hitomi Onodera was so angry that she wanted to smash her glasses again, but when she let go of one hand, she first smashed the transmitter she was holding. Realizing what she had smashed, she quickly squatted down to check the situation.

As she tenderly wiped the scratched paint off the paint, she said, "I was thinking, if... there really is no other way, I'd rather be the one who's about to die and awaken Lord Uranus. It doesn't matter what."

"Didn't you just say that this was an insult to Lord Uranus in your heart?" Kinoshita Kei mimicked...

Her tone was: "I really... Once you've calmed down, go back home and stop making a fuss."

Hitomi Onodera remained silent, slowly wiping her machine, stubbornly refusing to utter a word.

When Kinoshita Kei ran over, he didn't wait for anyone. Onodera Hitomi had a hard time chasing after him, but she finally caught up. Because of the lack of oxygen, she saw stars and couldn't get up for a long time after squatting down.

She suddenly fell silent. Kinoshita Kei gradually calmed down and watched her wipe the machine clean, her messy braids rubbing against her back.

He suddenly realized... she really was serious.

“That was just something I said offhand. People like to act like that in scripted games and the like,” he scratched his head. “Go back now, I’ll look for another way.”

“You said it casually, but I listened carefully. My mission is to ‘change the past.’ As long as everything can be better, I don’t really care whether I live or not.” Hitomi Onodera stood up. She was an envoy from the future, Observer SuT-2.

The observers were numbered from SuT-1 to 21, with a total of three batches of candidates. Each time, seven people were sent to the "past" through the time-space channel. However, in the more than ten years that Onodera Hitomi had been in these three batches, she had not received any messages from any of her "partners".

Time travel is inherently dangerous, let alone for humans whose bodies are fragile and who can only rely on equipment.

She was furious at Kinoshita Kei's attitude, but the blue wind was not fake; being able to climb up a thousand-meter-deep elevator shaft with bare hands was not something an ordinary person could do.

“I’m not joking, nor am I venting my emotions,” she said seriously. “Where am I supposed to go from here? What lines should I say before I die? Or should I read the letter I wrote to Lord Uranus again?”

Kinoshita Kei felt his jaw stiffen: "You were still cursing me, saying this method wouldn't work, that it was insulting, and that it wasn't heroic..."

“I’m cursing you in my heart right now,” Hitomi Onodera glared at him, “but I don’t mind the necessary sacrifices.”

“I’m more straightforward, I prefer to confront things head-on,” Kinoshita Kei retorted, glaring back. “I haven’t stooped so low as to achieve my goals at the expense of others!”

……

As the two were talking, Zolim had already extended his claws, which could be described as "blinding the sky," toward the barrier above the city.

Unable to completely break through the defenses, the pillar of fire decided to try the most direct attack.

Renlong yanked the unconscious Grimenos aside, roared to the sky, and the dragon head on its tail rose up at the same time, emitting a long and distant sound.

Rivers, flowing from the foot of the mountains to the estuary, from the surface streams to the underground currents, spread like a spider web throughout the city, emitting a lustrous glow, as if they are echoing the guardians of the earth's veins.

The barrier in mid-air was no longer faintly visible; it suddenly burst forth with the same radiance. When Zolim's claws struck its top, the sound and the scraping of the claws were deafening.

If it strikes without obstruction, this claw could leave a hole in the city comparable to that created by a direct asteroid impact. Even the most sturdy buildings would be nothing more than solid sandcastles in its presence. But it was ultimately stopped. Even though the barrier was cracked with blazing white marks, no flames could penetrate it.

Both Kinoshita Kei and Onodera Hitomi were interrupted by the sudden roar, and they both looked towards the top of the barrier. Onodera Hitomi's eyesight was insufficient, and Kinoshita Kei didn't have the vision to see through the fire curtain, but he could hear... he could hear the sounds outside.

"It's coming again," Kinoshita Kei murmured.

If one strike fails, try again. Zolim raised his other claw, ready to deliver the final blow.

“It’s Gaia!” Kinoshita Kei suddenly exclaimed.

As if in response to his words, Gaia appeared beneath the giant claw that was about to strike. The shadow of just one finger could cover his entire body, but Gaia remained calm and fearless. The surging power of the earth veins also gave him a portion of it, which restored his condition.

Boom-!

Like a giant hammer striking an equally stubborn nail, the red giant stretched out his hands to desperately resist the bone claw. He was pushed closer and closer to the top of the barrier, but finally managed to block the fatal blow.

“Fellow countryman… no, Samuel!” Kinoshita Kei heard the piercing whistling sound.

The azure wind told him that the giant wielding the light blade was moving at incredible speed through the flowing clouds and raging flames. The blade in his hand cleaved a path, and his armor reflected the monstrous beast that appeared and disappeared amidst the flames like a mirror. His speed far surpassed the sonic booms, and his swing of the light blade was equally powerful and heavy.

"Yes! Chop off its claws!" Kinoshita Kei involuntarily clenched his fist!

The gleaming white blade struck the relatively weak joint precisely. Samuel gripped the hilt with both hands, the blinding light appearing as gentle as moonlight in his vision.

From high-speed flight to sudden stillness, he used inertia as a weapon to cleave through Zolim's defenses. The cracks on his wrist burst forth with more light particles, which swirled around the light blade and became stars guarding the moon.

"Roar--!!!"

The behemoth's elbow was now riddled with deep, bone-revealing wounds, with light blades embedded in it, cutting through steel like lasers. It released its grip on Gaia's claws and instead swung them at the insects that had ambushed it.

Hitomi Onodera heard Kei Kinoshita shout, "Danger! Get out of the way!"

She stared blankly at the sky obscured by flames, then heard a deafening roar like steel being rolled, followed by a small earthquake, as if a heavy armored vehicle had suddenly driven past her, the ground trembling as the tracks turned.

Before the aftershocks had subsided, the person next to him suddenly turned and ran outside. Onodera Hitomi watched him rush towards the curtain of fire!

"Hey! Where are you going?"

"Pito! Haunted or not, just leave her here and don't even think about 'sacrificing' her!" Kinoshita Kei said without turning his head, "I'm going to find my fellow villager!"

"Uranus, Uranus..." he thought to himself, "You can ignore me if you want, I'm not putting up with this anymore, damn it! My fellow villagers are risking their lives, even if it's doing logistics and recycling work, I can't just stand by and watch!"

Chapter 116 Slaying All Enemies

"Although it is large in size, its outer shell is not very protective."

Samuel had prepared himself for the possibility that a single blow would fail to break through its defenses, so he would use the old method, even if it meant forcibly prying it in, to cripple its claws. However, he did not expect that the light blade would only require a little effort to cut through and then strike its bone.

"Huff... but the bone is hard." It felt like cutting steel with a wooden sword. To cut it completely, the penetrating power of the light particles would need to be enhanced, for example, by making the blade sharper.

His mind was working relatively quickly, but his body wasn't so obedient. Samuel bent his legs and arms, trying to get up. He had just been embedded in the mountain by Zolim's painful blow; the impact had shattered his armor, preventing him from immediately losing consciousness.

The surrounding soil was still steaming. It had been lush and green a while ago, but then Zolim's pillar of fire plowed it up, and now Samuel had smashed a huge crater in it, making it unrecognizable.

He braced himself on the gravel, a sharp pain shooting through his palm—not from the sharp edges of the stones, but from the slowly widening cracks.

“You’re really tough,” the black slime said with a sigh. “If I had been this resilient before I was ‘me,’ I probably wouldn’t have lost… Well, no, then there wouldn’t be ‘me’.”

Samuel ignored His words. Back in the Yapool's database, the light particle bio-weapon codenamed "Samuel" was known for its exceptional recovery capabilities, which put them at ease. No matter how difficult the mission or how troublesome the recovery process, as long as it was properly replenished with energy and given enough rest, it could always safely emerge from the repair chamber.

The "resentment" aggregate kept saying it was going to die, and Samuel felt that it was trying to interfere with him.

“A sharper blade…” Samuel stared at Zolim’s bleeding wound and forcibly fused the armor together again. He needed to control the weapon he had conjured with greater precision, and the armor’s psychic amplification was indispensable for this.

Flames ignited, enveloping his entire body. The lightsaber, planted in the ground for balance, gleamed silver, its form like a full moon. The flames were dispersed by an invisible shockwave, and the gravel trembled slightly, slowly levitating from the ground into the air. It was hard to believe that he could still muster such considerable energy at this moment.

"Let me out! You black-hearted container!" the slime started yelling again.

But this time, unlike before when He only talked the talk but didn't walk the walk, He realized the crisis. It wasn't that the container was going to die, but that He felt that if He didn't stop Him, Zolim might lose—as a cosmic entity filled with resentment after suffering a defeat and dying, His premonition of "losing" was incredibly real.

The shapeless creature began to thrash about, trying to seep out from the numerous cracks. The giant's supporting arm began to tremble; he shifted his weight to his other hand, leaning on his lightsaber to stand up. His gaze remained fixed on the behemoth at the center of the flames, but he spoke:

"Didn't you want to use my body to wipe out humanity? Maybe we can discuss it."

The constantly expanding and contracting slime stopped its ramming against the container and asked in confusion, "Really? You...you've figured it out?"

"Because you're too noisy, I want to make things clear first." Samuel spoke slowly, but the energy flowing through his body was faster than ever before!

He withheld a small portion of every usable ounce of energy, then channeled the vast majority into the arm wielding the lightsaber. The rising air currents within the flames seemed to solidify, but the vibrating hum from the blade grew ever clearer!

"Why did you suddenly have a change of heart? Did you have a change of heart before you died?" The slime felt something was off, but it was willing to have a proper discussion: "I am a person of my word. Since you offered to take the initiative to offer the contract, I will take good care of your friends here. Give me a list before you die, and I will definitely 'take good care' of them."

While He paused to discuss, Samuel gathered his energy. He said, “Friends? There are a few, let me think…” as he gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands and slowly raised it.

hum-

A moment of silence, followed by an explosive burst!

The lightsaber suddenly transformed from a full moon into a sun! It devoured all the energy supplied to it at an astonishing speed, with a few light particles spilling out and a violent hurricane howling out!

The silently suspended gravel seemed to be shoved by an invisible giant hand, scattering and flying in all directions. The ground, already cratered, was further compacted with a deafening roar. Samuel gripped his lightsaber tightly; the raging energy required him to expend even more effort to control it.

"You've thought it through... Huh? Eh!!?" ​​The slime noticed his actions and finally realized what was happening. It started ramming the container again, trying to stop the situation, but it was too late.

Without time to study more sophisticated techniques, Samuel simply used his most common method: stuffing all the energy into the device until the limit of what his telekinesis could control was reached!

As for the issue of being "sharper," high-frequency oscillating light particles will become the most suitable chainsaw. If it can't cut through, just increase the particle concentration and smash it directly! Each particle is a small bomb. No matter how hard the bone is, just concentrate the firepower and force it to explode!

The silver giant slowly raised his hand, and the blade, no wider than a palm's width, suddenly expanded and grew larger.