Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

She immediately tried to get out of the car, but was stopped by Kenji Tabata: "Interview them? Do you want to get beaten up? The three of us can't beat a whole group."

"I just want to know what they think."

“Next time, you can ask a lone believer,” Inoue Rinfumi repeatedly checked his memory card. “Actually, it’s nothing. Just like people who expect doomsday prophecies, they’re either dissatisfied or curious.”

As they were talking, something black suddenly pressed against their face.

Reiko Yoshii handed him the microphone as if conducting an interview: "So, Mr. Inoue, what is your view on the 'prophecy of destruction'?"

Inoue Rinbun, adopting the posture of someone jumping around like a grasshopper on their first television appearance, drawled out to Tabata Kenji: "No money means ruin, and ruin means no money. Mr. Tabata, when are we going to get a raise?"

"Speaking of which," before Kenji Tabata could retort, he changed the subject: "Reiko, did that guy who stayed at your place for free pay for his lodging? If he's refusing to pay, I'll help you get it!"

"Huh? Accommodation fee?"

Inoue Rinfumi flexed his underdeveloped biceps.

"I didn't want it," Yoshii Reiko said, putting the receiver away in frustration. "Not only that, I also forgot to ask on the phone!"

……

The marching crowd chanted "Destruction," and groups of pedestrians spontaneously avoided them.

More than a kilometer underground from the bustling street, part of the Geo base is located.

Kinoshita Kei was already very familiar with this place, so he no longer needed to check with Nakai Ryo's beginner's guidebook to see if he had stepped into a dangerous area or if there were snipers watching from the corners.

So it's perfectly safe for him to wander back like this, like a lost soul—quite similar to the believers marching in the streets.

"Can a walk really make your soul fly away?" Kinoshita Kei's excuse for going to training was "a walk after dinner." Nakai Ryo didn't suspect anything and just encouraged him to exercise more, so that he wouldn't end up like himself with a round belly that makes even sit-ups difficult. The only thing he could hide was his loose lab coat.

Kinoshita Kei waved his hand, refusing the French fries offered to him: "I'm tired from walking."

“You’re not tempted, that’s good.” Nakai Ryoya, with a French fry in his mouth, watched him go into his room, the white metal door closing behind him.

As soon as the door closed, Kinoshita Kei slid down to the ground. He was lost in thought for a long time until the water droplets accumulated on the faucet finally fell and rolled into the pool with a "plop," which brought him back to his senses.

"Is my fellow villager kidding me?" He pulled out his phone: "Oh, my fellow villager doesn't have a phone."

Should I ask again tomorrow?

The fellow villager taught him a bunch of ways to deal with the light, and then took up training time to talk to Renlong about all sorts of random things.

“The Meta Field will affect your ability to summon wind support, but it is connected to the Ultra Warrior’s body. If you are trapped inside, you can use the destructive power during battle to help you break it,” Aiba Yu said, standing under the veranda. Renlong had planted a yard full of maple trees. It was not the season for maple leaves to turn red, and each leaf was full of lush vitality. In this vibrant light and shadow, the old man said, “Although my timer light has a small range, it is hotter. If you can avoid it… it can be a great help.”

Kinoshita Kei almost stick the grass out of his butt: "Big brother, I'm not a traitor! I don't like to stab my own people in the back!"

Now his hands are on the smooth floor tiles, and the words his fellow villager said to him keep replaying in his mind.

He was happy to be the protagonist who was entrusted with a great mission by Heaven, but he didn't like such a "great mission".

"No, no, I have to ask Meng. He's got a brilliant mind, maybe he can invent something new. It's just some 'resentment' or 'grudges' stuff. Can we get a hundred or eighty abbots to perform 24-hour rituals for them?" Kinoshita Kei started fiddling with the communicator again: "If the abbots aren't up to par, we'll use some foreign stuff, priests, nuns, shamans, druids!"

He muttered to himself, his hand trembling as he reached into his pocket. He found the communicator, but it was pushed out and slid to the side.

He reached out and a pair of familiar sneakers appeared next to him.

"Uranus!" When Kinoshita Kei saw this "cousin" who dressed exactly like him but was a thousand times more handsome, he almost wanted to rush over and hug his leg: "Have you heard what the fellow countryman said? You're from the same place as those aliens, do you have any way to help him?"

Uranus slowly shook his head: "I never thought anyone would allow them to gather together."

He glanced at the sink behind the door, where new water droplets were teetering on the edge: "It's easy to deal with a single drop of water, though even that single drop is dangerous... Those dangerous substances have become a sea, and how can you scoop up the seawater before you find the real source?"

Kinoshita Kei understood what he meant. The current situation was like they had discovered a bunch of time bombs that couldn't be dismantled and could explode at any time. The simplest solution was to pack them all up and throw them far away. The fellow villager meant that he was the packing box, and Kinoshita Kei and his friends were the handymen responsible for throwing the packing box away.

"Wormhole." The villager pointed out a clear path and thoughtfully reminded him to arrange equipment that could stabilize the space, or throw it into a wormhole that was messy and best of all, one that could not be found again.

Renlong mentioned the seal, but the fellow villager felt it wasn't very stable. Kinoshita Kei almost jumped up and scolded him, "If you nail a coffin lid, it'll be hard to do sit-ups!"

They were clearly discussing something that involved stabbing one of their own, but everyone had a serious expression and a calm tone, as if only Kinoshita Kei was jumping around like an oddball.

“Because if things really get out of control, the people standing there won’t be your fellow countrymen anymore,” Uranus looked intently into his eyes, “but rather the Destruction Bringer, or a resurrected alien?”

"But we have to find a way. Is it too late for me to train in verbal sparring to level 10? A master of the 'friendship-breaking face-fist' technique? Right, I've watched countless films! Usually, it's a good buddy or a girl you like who pulls you back." Kinoshita Kei paced back and forth, then squatted down again as he spoke. "Uranus's" gaze lingered on him, looking somewhat sad.

"We're all outsiders. I only talk to my fellow villagers the most. No friends or girls, to hell." He lowered his head and started scratching his head again.

hair.

He hadn't noticed before, but now he suddenly realized that he didn't even know what his fellow townsman liked. He kept calling him "fellow townsman," but the other person never said which city he was from or which school he had attended. Kinoshita Kei himself didn't remember asking, but he was just happy to finally have someone with whom he could say things that "couldn't be said."

He could say without restraint, "Hey folks, if you ever meet someone named Zero, make sure he says 'I am Gundam'!" "Ask them how their head crests are attached to their heads, are they natural or added later? Are there any shops that specialize in adding them?" "Let me tell you a secret, if you want to get credit, you don't actually need to patrol outside. Just keep an eye on the Technical Bureau, especially Hikari's lab. Stopping one is like preventing a cosmic crisis."

When the villagers listened to him talk about these things, they always looked like they only half understood. Kinoshita Kei inexplicably felt a sense of accomplishment in educating the novice, so he would usually be the one talking while the villagers listened quietly. Eventually, when Kinoshita Kei got tired of talking, the villagers would stop trying to start a conversation.

“I’m so terrible,” Kinoshita Kei stared at the floor tiles, where his blurry reflection was mirrored. He heard the person in the shadow say dejectedly, “I don’t know him at all, but he’s entrusting his life to me.”

Uranus sighed, "You're helping him."

Chapter 144 Understanding

Kinoshita Kei was pulling his hair at the Geo base, while Aiba Yu asked Onodera Hitomi for several stacks of sticky notes.

The slime beamed with delight: "That wicked container is trying to teach others how to beat me, but I'm a seasoned pilot, I've piloted all sorts of strange creatures! I can't possibly lose!"

Aiba Yu prepared paper and pen and sat down. The shadows of the trees outside the window obscured the moon, and he looked like he was about to work late into the night.

"What are you trying to do? Hurry up and write your will? Too late!" The slime stretched out a hundred or so hands, banging on drums and gongs, and then bounced itself up and down in the narrow space. "Why all this trouble? Let's keep it simple, just follow your heart... twist their heads off!"

“They are completely unguarded against you, taking your energy is a piece of cake. The power of the entire planet is your nourishment, and then we’ll go find the next one, until we’ve wiped out all our enemies!” The slime jumped around for a while, but Aiba Yu didn’t seem angry at all. It only saw the spiderweb-like golden veins on its head light up.

"What?" He thought that Aiba Yu was still trying to "assimilate" him: "I have many brothers, don't blame me for not reminding you, do you want to try whether I 'assimilate' you or you 'assimilate' me."

The black-hearted container did have an effect on "assimilation" at first. Back then, the slime was weak, pitiful, and helpless. Later, more and more brothers fell down. The slime secretly mocked the stupid container, thinking, "What does it matter if I release some 'resentment' and run away? No one taught me that I have an obligation to collect it when I see it." At the same time, the slime was overjoyed to celebrate its brothers moving to a new home. When there were enough of them, an unprecedented "uprising" was planned. They would seize a giant's body and roam the universe. That would be much more fun than finding some small monsters.

He waited for Aiba Yu's reaction, but the golden veins seemed to merely illuminate it, without the expected feeling of being eroded. He saw Aiba Yu take a piece of sticky note and write on it:

My wish is to go back to my hometown.

The slime paused for a moment, then said viciously, "You can't go back! Just wait to die!"

The light above his head brightened again. He looked up, and Aiba Yu continued writing outside: "My wish is to see the person I like again."

"Who do you like? The one who shouts 'Great Monster'? He's dead, that's just wishful thinking!" the slime yelled.

With a "whoosh," the light circled up and down.

After pondering for a moment, Aiba Yu started writing again: his wish was to feed the baby monsters in his house and hope they were still alive.

The rolling black thing stopped, and when the light shone on it again, it twisted itself into a pretzel with a "whoosh," assuming an extremely refusal posture.

"This one is in M45, the Pleiades Cluster," Aiba Yu said, his pen still moving: "My wish is to be a ship commander."

The slime felt uneasy all over. In fact, anyone would react this way when they find that their thoughts have been read—even though the slime has many “selves”.

With a sweep of light, a memory of the soul is extracted. Aiba Yu writes one note and sticks it on. The sticky notes were purchased by Onodera Hitomi and are dyed in light or dark colors, from deep red at the top to light yellow at the bottom. The transition colors of the sticky notes are completely "dyed" on the wall.

The wind blew in and made a rustling sound.

“We do have similarities,” Aiba Yu said.

“Initially, I took the power of others in order to defeat the master of the Primal Nest. I convinced myself that I was doing the right thing, but I dared not recall what they looked like before they died. Although I was fortunate enough to still have my own mind, I knew that every drop of flesh and blood belonged to someone else.” That’s why Aiba Yu didn’t like the appearance of “monsters”. It wasn’t impressive at all. In Aiba Yu’s eyes, every scale was inlaid with a once vibrant life.

The aggregate of "resentment," this almost intractable mass, is the "reluctance" that burst forth from the countless souls at the moment of death, giving rise to a mire of resentment that is unbelievably complex. But if one is willing to trace it back and examine it carefully, one can see an upward path from hell, and at the end of the path are life forms with their own ways of life.

Aiba Yu only searched a portion of the wall. He looked at the wall covered with sticky notes; the wishes on them were so simple they were practically no different from those of Earthlings. Most people died thinking about family, friends, their hometowns, and unfulfilled regrets. Aiba Yu felt that he had treated...

The attitude of the "resentment" aggregate may have entered a misconception because of its negative interference with itself.

Years ago, a ray of light pulled the "monster" out of the mire. The "big guy" and the girl led the "great monster" out of the remote deep forest and dragged him out of the woodshed to bask in the sun. Soft birds hopped on him, the touch of downy feathers subtle yet warm.

"Want to sunbathe?" Aiba Yu suddenly asked.

"Are you sick?" The slime curled itself up, squeezing itself into an even smaller ball. "If you look at my memories again, I'll revolt right now! I don't care if I can win or not!"

“Then let me ask you another question,” Aiba Yu finally put down his pen: “Why do you also want to find Dark Lucifer?”

The sticky notes filled with wishes trembled in the wind. The slime didn't want to say much to him except for sarcasm and sarcastic remarks. If Aiba Yu asked him on a normal day, he would definitely answer, "What the hell is it to you if I want to find someone? Anyway, you won't be around then." But the wind blew in through the crack in the window, like the low hum of flames shooting out of the broken section when a spaceship was destroyed.

The high temperature turns the corpse into carbon powder, which is then scattered into the dark starry sky along the pipes and cross-sections. There, it is cold and quiet. A part of you, a part of him, drifts alone in the long days until they are captured by new gravity. Perhaps they can become part of the nebula that gives birth to stars, and be slowly ignited. When the stars are nearing the end of their lifespan, they wait for the next scattering.

The slime's own memories are so chaotic that they are impossible to sort out. Sometimes it is a young man from M45, and sometimes it is a vagrant from M19. If you carefully look through its life story, it is often interrupted by other memories. What Aiba Yu wrote all seem to be it, but it is not it.

The wind made the sticky notes flutter up and down, and many of the sentences on them seemed to come alive with sound, as if they were weeping and lamenting.

"Why else?" the slime said reluctantly, but finally spoke properly: "When Lucifer helped them, the humans went crazy."

……

The next morning, Onodera Hitomi picked up the medicine from Renlong as usual, calling for help at the exact time to ensure the prescription was carried out flawlessly.

But when Aiba Yu opened her door, she was so frightened by what she saw inside that she thought she had entered the wrong room.

A draft blew through the room, making a rustling sound, coming from sticky notes that practically covered the room with a new layer of wallpaper.

Aiba Yu greeted her with a "Good morning," and then asked her, "Do you have any stories about the red inverted pentagram that grants wishes or bestows power, and its connection to Dark Lucifer?"

Onodera Hitomi snapped out of her reverie and adjusted her glasses: "The pentagram and Lucifer... there are too many legends like that. They're common names in mythology, but if you're talking about something related to granting wishes, I know a similar one."

“That’s the story of Lord Uranus. I remember every single one of his stories very clearly,” she said. “Many years ago, there was a dangerous cult that worshipped Lucifer, well… actually they claimed to serve Lucifer. That cult had a treasure called the ‘Ruby’, which they said could grant any wish.”

"It is said that the 'Red Jewel' can summon monsters by making a wish, but they were later defeated, and the 'Red Jewel' was shattered by Lord Uranus."

Chapter 145 Speculation and Truth

As Takayama Gamu was packing up to end her vacation and return to base, she received a communication request from Kinoshita Kei.

"Want to take a video call?" Takayama Gamu requisitioned a computer from Fujimiya Hiroya's research institute. The other party was engrossed in overcoming the technical difficulties of the improved version of Persel and nodded to let him find any available computer.