Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

As he pondered this, he opened NAVI and decided to immediately send an assistance request to the geological research group. His computer had already started beeping before he could.

“Daniel?” Takayama Gamu accepted the video request.

"My dream!" The young chairman of the Alchemy Star appeared on the screen: "Emergency!"

Without him saying anything, Takayama Gamu had already seen the people rushing back and forth behind him and the burst of light, as if the machine was about to explode at any moment—the quantum computer.

"Crisis has gone berserk! We've lost physical connections, but a virus-like program has already entered the global network!"

Daniel said urgently, "We've already notified the Guard. You need to be vigilant and protect your research data!"

Chapter 147 The So-Called Change of the "Past"

It's raining.

There is no rain in the vast expanse of outer space.

So what you get is charred or grayish-brown debris.

In the distance, there is nothing but the quietly rotating Milky Way; they all seem to have come from the same place and have "traveled" a very long distance and a very long time.

The remains were extremely small compared to the giant's size. Samuel reached out and the powdered steel fell into his palm.

“The craftsmanship of Earthlings,” Slime said, “I’d place the coordinates at the edge of the Andromeda Galaxy.”

Samuel turned around in the direction the wreckage had flown. A strange, rocky planet tilted and rotated, stretching the wreckage that had "traveled" there into a ribbon and calmly devouring it—steel dust fell to the surface. It had no atmosphere, and the wreckage crashed into it, creating dense craters and dust plumes.

Its parent star has a bright white glow, is active and intense, and Samuel rests here to slowly recover its energy.

"Where is your base?" he asked.

"Why didn't they go look for us first instead of those despicable Earthlings?" the slime said indignantly. "They must have used some kind of evil wishing orb!"

"You are familiar with star systems controlled by aliens. Don't you want to find the truth?"

The slime stretched out its arms and rubbed itself, like some people who cover their face with their hands to keep calm when thinking: "I think about it, I dream about it... Oh, I don't dream."

“Keep flying forward,” He said. “If you dare to attack our normal base, I’ll coordinate with you from the inside to keep you there.”

……

The slime knew that the alien base was not far from the coordinates He had set, and Samuel felt that his energy had been restored to almost the required level, so he set off immediately.

Then I got lost.

The slime told him that the location should be the largest planet within a radius of 300 light-years, with abundant resources, making it very suitable for building a base.

It is the research and development center of the alien alliance behind the expeditionary battlefield. Here you can see countless hardworking and life-loving alien scholars working together to defeat the evil cosmic scourge.

“The description of the parent star is accurate, but…” Samuel looked around: “Where is the planet you’re talking about?”

The asteroid belt, stretching as far as the eye can see, tumbles around a dim star, its light and shadow sharply defined, as if sliced ​​by a razor's edge.

They often collide, two irregular stones squeezed together, stone dust scattered and drifting, and all the fragments of different sizes break apart, emitting a silent hum.

If sound could travel through the air, Samuel would probably have heard a roar no less devastating than a landslide.

There was no base here, no massive planet from his memory; the yellow dwarf described by the slime had become tiny, only a dark red glow remained.

If stars have life, they are probably on the verge of death. All is silent and still, the debris surrounding the dying star plays a final prelude in the darkness that no one can hear.

“How’s that spaceship?” Samuel said, catching a glimpse of a distant bright spot. “We need to get the star map.”

It was probably a cargo ship with an extremely large capacity, and it looked like a penguin gliding in the water.

Its destination seemed to be this asteroid belt. Samuel didn't want to cause any trouble, so he suppressed the energy fluctuations and transformed back into Aiba Yu's appearance.

He hid himself behind the outer rocks, and when the spaceship's shadow passed, he quietly pressed himself against it. The faint light flashed and disappeared, seeping into the empty cabin.

"Another Earthling's ship," the slime's surface rippled.

His voice rose like surging waves: "They actually got here! Could it be that our base has been...?"

Aiba Yu was in a corridor, with four identical parallel passages above and below it, radiating from the bottom of the spaceship and enveloping the entire hull, resembling a bird's claw grasping a precious jewel. The control core should be located near the front center of the circular main body.

The entire structure of the ship unfolded before Aiba Yu's eyes, and the devices that appeared to be monitoring or self-defense were bypassed one by one. The knowledge he had gained from the Yapool people was put to use here.

"Brother, how many cents did you pay for your information?"

The cargo ship wasn't very soundproof, and the voices were easily caught by Aiba Yu. His silvery eyes quickly turned to the top left of his head, where three people were moving around in a cabin.

"What kind of alien mine is this? It's just slag! The intelligence is good, but it's a few hundred years too late?"

The speaker is undoubtedly an Earthling, but compared to their ancestors who lived on Earth, they have undergone genetic changes that are more suitable for life in the universe.

Their fur color has become lighter because they need to protect themselves from cosmic rays; the protective effect of their clothing makes their skin pale; they have large pupils to adapt to the light in outer space; and their muscle tissue has atrophied due to living in a low-gravity environment for many years.

The language has also changed a lot; at least Aiba Yu can't understand what they're saying.

The slime, on the contrary, became an "Earth expert." His memories were measured in "hundreds of millions," and by piecing them together, he could be considered a mediocre translator.

“They’re scavengers, here to pick up scraps,” Slime said dryly. “Deserters from the expeditionary force?”

Aiba Yu glanced at the rest of the ship; besides food and water, there were only scraps of steel—they must have been drawn to the wreckage.

Slime scoffed, "Desertion in the face of battle, and with a spaceship that doesn't support space jumps, this kind of ordinary cargo ship will definitely disintegrate... Unable to return to the expeditionary force or the main camp, he can only become a scavenger, flying wherever there is scrap to live on."

“Then their star maps must be more practical,” Aiba Yu said.

Scavengers naturally need to know exactly where the dangers are. They might mistakenly choose where to make a living, but they would never blindly wander into restricted areas.

Perhaps Aiba Yu can obtain both the approximate location of the aliens' new research base and information about the Earthlings' expeditionary force.

There were only those three people on the entire cargo ship. The other "workers" who maintained the ship were a bunch of intelligent machines that had been repaired and patched up for three years. They were poorly maintained, and even the "cleaning robots on the seventh underground floor" that Xiangye You knew were more sophisticated than them.

The three were used to finding nothing but piles of "slag" again.

The speaker changed, and he stopped the person complaining about "garbage intelligence," saying, "No, this may just prove that the intelligence is accurate."

"And what do you mean?" the other person asked.

"The so-called research and development center of aliens, after all this time, haven't you guessed what it is?" The man was holding a small, four-legged machine with a crooked leg, which he was repairing. "It's probably the same as ours, a 'treasure bestowed by heaven'."

"Pah, that's more like the devil's treasure. I don't want to become like those people!"

“Yes, it’s a devil’s tool, tempting people to fall, but it’s impossible to get rid of it.” The damaged parts of the robot were slowly welded together in his hands, and sparks illuminated his face, making it look even paler. “This piece of ‘slag’ proves its existence. The aliens have squeezed the resources of the entire planet dry. Only the simplest and most brutal ‘extraction’ can break the entire planet into pieces.”

"So where do we go next?" the person in charge of steering the boat asked. "Continue drifting until the 'vanguard' at base camp successfully alters the timeline, the universe reboots, and we forget everything... becoming old farmers growing corn on Earth?"

The guy who repaired the robot was clearly the "brain" of the spaceship, and everyone around him had no doubt about his analysis.

Essential technical jobs are always respected. He put down the welding torch, placed the robot on the ground, and let it start up on its own and slide away on its wheels.

He didn't move on to the next repair, but instead gazed at the boundless starry sky outside the porthole, as if lamenting each bird caught in the axle and crushed as it rolled forward.

"You can't change the past. No one knows whether you'll live or die in the future. You might think you can go back to Earth and grow corn, but you might end up as a failed sperm."

He sighed, "So this kind of plan is destined not to be implemented. Spatial coordinates will only lead to parallel universes. They wouldn't be so stupid as to actually joke about the timeline—that's just for fooling people and shouting slogans."

The person piloting the spaceship poked his head out from behind the screen, revealing a youthful face: "Why bother sending people over there? We should use those resources to build more warships."

“It’s like being lost in hell,” the cargo ship’s “brain” said, seemingly out of the blue, before continuing, “A healthy planet and a safe star system, with space as a natural barrier, and the powerful sailing there in warships far beyond their current capabilities. They don’t need to take everyone with them, just the ‘elites’ to ensure their own survival, with the ‘Ruby’ as their backup…”

He laughed sarcastically: "Of course it's colonization, just like how Europeans in the Earth era took over the Americas with guns and cannons. We've been doing this best all these years, haven't we?"

Chapter 148 Again and Again

“A vanguard…” Aiba Yu immediately thought of Onodera Hitomi.

The Earthlings here and the universe where Takayama Gamu resides already have

Given the significant differences in their physical characteristics, why is there no abnormality at all in Hitomi Onodera's body?

Then there's her lifespan... Kinoshita Kei once asked Aiba Yu about Lizard's investigation of her. Kinoshita Kei was afraid that his assumptions would lead to mistakes, so he asked Aiba Yu to confirm whether she was some kind of alien or monster.

There is no doubt that Aiba Yu and Pito both believe she is from Earth.

“Man-made products,” Slime said, unsurprised. “There are also robots that look a lot like humanoids, with a wide range of uses. They’ve even sent humanoids to be our spies.”

……

Another universe.

Kinoshita Kei was completely unaware of the so-called "vanguard" identity of the person he was arguing with.

When Aiba Yu went to gather intelligence, the "instructor" for training naturally became Renlong. In a sense, he was even more devilish than his fellow villager.

The fellow villager was just straightforward and ruthless, immediately sending him for treatment after the attack, leaving Kinoshita Kei with only physical pain at most.

Renlong liked to tap him on the head with that fan, and Kinoshita Kei used all his skills, the ebony fan always hitting him squarely on the forehead after a few strokes.

Kinoshita Kei is questioning the meaning of life.

Hitomi Onodera shouted, "Go, Renryu-sama!"

"Hey, shouldn't you be cheering me on? Your Lord Uranus is crying!" Kinoshita Kei angrily denounced the opportunist.

“If you were to become Lord Uranus, I could reluctantly support you,” Hitomi Onodera said, putting down her hand that was holding the trumpet. “But now… I like things that look good.”

Before Kinoshita Kei could continue his impassioned speech, she added, "Lord Uranus is always the most handsome."

Although Kinoshita Kei didn't understand how she could tell what was good or bad about the costumed figure, he knew that Onodera Hitomi was definitely disgusted with him!

She is still resentful that she "ruined" Uranus's image!

I've come to terms with all the comic book characters I've imagined, Pito, can't you be a little more forgiving?

Just as Kinoshita Keizai was about to angrily rebuke the "face-obsessed" guy, his communicator suddenly rang muffledly.