Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

The giant, facing the direction of the alien expeditionary force fighting against Earthlings as indicated in the intelligence, calmly stated his plan: "I underestimated the burden of using the 'Resentment' aggregate energy. If my self-awareness collapses, this body will be useless as long as it can."

"Take this and beat up Lucifer. If it doesn't work, get another one."

Before the slime could reply, Samuel had already unleashed his senses once more, like a signal tower at maximum power, calling out to a distant, still lingering will.

He once called upon the nutrients piled up in the primordial nest to "compete for power" with the lizards entrenched beneath the icy sea; he also called upon the dragons in the River of Oblivion to steal the "supplies" given to him by Dark Lucifer. Now he calls upon the "resentment" of the aliens wandering in this cosmos.

On the distant front, souls wander among the drifting wreckage.

Anger, hatred, despair accumulated over hundreds of years, and... love and reluctance.

Unimaginable "tools" and powers disrupted the paths they could have taken. They could have been crew members on a starship, found an ordinary job back home, had a nine-to-five job like Earthlings, or argued with people about which planet's people had the most aesthetically pleasing faces.

They should have had their own lives, but when Lucifer tempted them to make their first wish, the tracks of their lives were turned, leading in another direction.

The millions of fragments of alien memories placed an immense burden on Samuel, but he did not feel he should reject them. On the contrary, he should accept them wholeheartedly, as it was an open and honest deal: I give you power as abundant as the sands of the sea, and you help me achieve my long-cherished wish.

Slimes have always enjoyed tricking their brothers into moving to new homes, but when they discovered that their kind were surging in from distant galaxies, even flocking to them, they were terrified.

From the area surrounding this "mine" to the burning battle line ahead, the spirits found the opportunity they had been longing for, like water ghosts discovering people who had fallen into the river. Countless pale arms stretched out, trying to grab the living souls within reach.

When you're about to drown, who will listen to the water ghost's lament?

“Someone has done this before,” Samuel thought.

Years ago, someone dragged a "big monster" to watch the sunrise. The "big guy" wove a flower wreath, and a girl named Paradya said to him, "Then you are the flower fairy's contracted beast!"

But the "big guy" didn't think so. He told Paradia, "He's your equal. Why don't you listen to what he has to say?"

Samuel couldn't speak in complete sentences at the time, but "Big Guy" was willing to communicate with him. In that place, monsters ate people, and everyone who saw the "monster" was afraid or disgusted. But "Big Guy" discovered him—discovered his desire to be close to humans.

"Stop, Paradia. Haven't you noticed that your spice for warding off monsters is completely ineffective?"

That was their first meeting. The "big guy" stopped his companion and said to him, "You always curl your claws up, maybe you don't want to hurt people? You're holding your tail down... Haha, this is the first time I've ever seen such a monster."

The "big guy" held up his packed dinner supplies, including a roasted rabbit leg: "Want some? It might not be enough to fill your teeth."

Samuel couldn't understand their language, but he sensed their goodwill from their gestures and expressions.

This goodwill has gone through many twists and turns to reach us now.

The "big guy" draped a flower wreath over the "big monster" and introduced him to his treasured possession—the best open space to watch the sunrise.

Estend tapped the iron lump on the head, secretly instilling in him what the teacher considered rebellious words, and warned him to stop coveting his precious plants—it's better to let them die than to have them plucked to death.

Samuel listened quietly to the voice of the dead, and when he reached out to touch it, the dark energy rippled with a dazzling light.

Chapter 163 Looking Up and Down at the Mortal World (4K)

"In which direction is the front line of the Andromeda Expeditionary Force?"

The giant clenched his five fingers as if he had grasped the source of everything.

The slime never imagined that its almost cursed "resentment" could ignite a radiant light, so vast and intense that it seemed capable of burning away all suffering and injustice.

He suddenly realized: before becoming a ghost of "resentment," they were once people who loved life.

The giant didn't actually do anything miraculous like "reversing light and darkness." He simply accepted and listened to their voices and reached an agreement with them on eliminating the root of all the disturbances. Goodwill always resonates with other goodwill.

Yes, he didn't actually create a miracle, but he did bring about one.

The giant determined his direction, and his radiant shadow followed him, like a general mustering his troops, or like a wronged child running after his parents, pointing out who had bullied him.

The expeditionary force's front lines were greeted by a glorious tide that swept across the stars.

A battle line torn apart for a century, a rain of particles, raging fire, and smoke of gunpowder; here it is both extremely hot and extremely cold, extremely noisy and extremely quiet.

Heat resides in the ship's power furnaces and in every naval gun that compresses particles, while coldness, in the eyes of what appears to be human "living corpses," wanders within the hull of every ship that embodies mechanical aesthetics.

The ship was full of people, noisy but orderly, while the vacuum outside was silent.

A radiant tide swept in from an unknowable distance, and the ships crumbled in silence.

If even the "research and development base" that serves as logistics is left with only mutated living people, how could the even more brutal front line possibly escape unscathed?

Just as Samuel predicted, what is tearing apart at the forefront now is "living corpses" with "living corpses," merely wearing the shells of Earthlings and aliens.

The truly passionate soldiers have been buried for many years, their hopes for the expedition and their desire to defend their homeland still alive.

It drifts in the cold universe, resting on the bones of its equally eroded ships and comrades.

The only thing that remained uncorrupted was the greedy desire. A tidal wave of light swept across the battlefield, and the fleets constructed by both sides using the wishing orbs evaporated completely. Samuel flew forward; he saw it, and the slime saw it too. Following his shadow, a sigh echoed in the slime's mind.

Similar to the aliens, the wishing ball swelled to the size of a planet, and the living people were left only near the wishing ball, and they were transformed into monsters that could only be identified as humanoid.

Unlike the aliens, there are no volcanoes or man-made structures here, only stacked, real mountains of flesh, composed of zombie-like humans.

"Hahahaha..." The slime laughed wildly, "We send young people into the 'meat grinder' in the solar system just to echo this battlefield... this so-called battlefield where the bravest elites and heroes are fighting!"

He stretched out a hastily sculpted arm and pointed at the "people" covering the wishing ball: "Are they alive? Dead? Their mouths are still moving, but are they saying what they want to say?"

Samuel remained silent, searching through the throng for what he hoped to see.

Perhaps their will had been eroded for too long. Although they were more vibrant than "living corpses," they were not much different. They were undoubtedly alive physiologically, but in terms of human consciousness, they were undoubtedly dead.

The wishing ball donors are "parasites" with abnormally long lifespans. Many of them have hearts that are more elastic than those of young people, and their hearts beat "thump thump".

They numbered in the thousands, their whispered prayers creating a buzzing noise mixed with heartbeats, like a group of ghosts on the shores of the underworld possessing the characteristics of the living, which seemed eerie and terrifying.

The Wishing Ball, naturally unwilling to perish, used its obedient "parasite" to mobilize all available resources, with ships, as conventional weapons, bearing the brunt of the attack.

These heavyweight creations, each extremely precious, were placed on the battlefield of the solar system and used as low-end consumables. They swarmed like locusts, launching a suicidal attack on the giant. At the same time, the Wishing Orb bought time to "grow" an arm that could be directly commanded.

It's no wonder they're the same thing; even the approach to building the guards is almost identical.

The wishing ball here grants the wishes of Earthlings. Since Earthlings do not create metallic life forms, it did not create the same thing. Its method is to dissolve some of the "living corpses" and mix them with elemental minerals extracted from the mine, so that the arms grow to an incredible size, ideally so that a single slap can turn future enemies into mincemeat like swatting a fly.

The fleet's series of collisions were shattered one by one by Samuel with his Exploding Light Blade. The rain of blades and the rain of steel collided, igniting blazing white flames. The burning residue cooled and turned into ash, slowly rotating around the wishing ball.

His actions seemed to inspire the Wishing Ball, which replicated a similar rain curtain. Samuel swept across the ship with a stream of light, and as the smoke and dust swirled, it was suddenly broken open. A group of blades, identical in appearance to the Bursting Light Blade, tore through the smoke and dust, slicing through the sky and rushing towards the giant.

The blade is made of metal and incorporates the characteristics of "explosion" and the practices of Earthlings—it is filled with fine steel balls and metal fragments, and when it explodes, it looks like a celestial maiden scattering flowers.

Samuel blocked with a light shield, and the shower of light stung the shield with a "thud," falling back after the energy dissipated. He used the same trick again, placing the Wishing Orb between itself and the planet that had unfortunately been chosen as a mine, cutting off its resupply. Naturally, the Wishing Orb began to absorb the fleet that had not been swept away by the earlier tide of light.

After replicating the sword blade, the Wishing Orb followed suit and replicated his shield. This time, it borrowed the particle generator from the ship, and thankfully, it wasn't a metal wall blocking Samuel's path.

"Bomb it! Bomb it!" the slime shouted excitedly. "Bomb it and we're done! Brainless ones are easy to beat! The Explosive Blade can directly detonate the particle generator, creating a chain reaction that will definitely kill it!"

Samuel raised one hand high, about to condense the galaxy, then took one last deep look at the crowd that looked like walking corpses. He suddenly paused, and by the time the slime noticed his movement, he had already lowered his hand again.

The giant charged straight ahead. The shield created by the simulated particle generator didn't cause him any trouble. He simply crossed his arms in front of him, and the light shield compressed around him completed the simple protection.

He flipped and leaped onto the massive arm that the wishing orb was controlling, summoning a lightsaber with one hand and dragging it along as he ran towards the surface of the orb. Behind him, violent light particles churned up flesh and blood, leaving behind traces that looked like they had been burned by lava.

He ran all the way, and the lava followed, cleanly and decisively going from the wrist of that arm straight to the shoulder.

"What's going on? Did you find a living one after searching for a needle in a haystack?" the slime asked. "They're all lumped together. Even if you rescue them, you'll have to cut off most of their flesh. Besides, they don't have legs. People who live here don't need legs."

"No, I just..." The giant stopped in front of the stacked mountains of flesh. He was suspended in the air and did not land, because the people lying on the surface of the wishing orbs were also below him.

The mountain of flesh was piled high, and the limbs, stretched out by the mutation, were stuck together like chopsticks. The wishing orb needed their heads to speak; nothing else mattered. So, over time, all that was left to see were these people's heads.

Samuel saw their faces.

Earthlings have faces, both male and female, young and old; some still vaguely reveal beautiful features, while others are still quite youthful, all covered by soft, fine hair.

Her face was covered, with only half of her eye showing behind her hair.

The Bursting Blade is certainly a great way to clear the field, not to mention the enlarged version. Simply throw it out and stay a distance away, and the Wishing Ball and its parasites will be reduced to ashes.

These people appeared tiny compared to the giant's size; only the stacked mountain of flesh could match his size. Samuel could look directly at the head at the very top.

No one wants to look into the eyes of something like that, a face-like monster drawn with the utmost malice or grotesque intent in a horror comic.

Their expressions were even more empty and blank than the faces in horror comics; they couldn't even glare or grin to scare people.

They were once human, but were alienated into "monsters".

Samuel ultimately did not act rashly.

When "Xun" cuts down his companions who have turned into "monsters," he tries to wait for them to have a final burst of energy before they can speak to him as humans. He occasionally succeeds, such as when the goddess, who has turned into a lightning bolt of flesh, sees her unrecognizable follower and ruffles "Xun's" hair, asking, "Have I become ugly?"

Xun nodded honestly: "You've gotten fatter, but I remember you when you were at your most beautiful."

The goddess laughed and scolded him, saying he'd be single for life. "Many people remember me at my most beautiful. If you stacked them up, they could circle the Pacific Ocean. I don't need him."

Xun thought for a moment, but didn't say "but they are all dead." Instead, he waited for the goddess to look deeply at her follower one last time and say regretfully, "I wanted to say something to you, but you're really useless."

Now Samuel faces the same "monster," and he probably won't get his last burst of energy.

The wishing sphere seemed to have no idea about his sudden approach. The metal blade turned in the air, hesitating, unsure whether aiming at him would cause it harm. The particle cannons on the ship, poised to fire, were only sizzling and glowing.

Only the "parasites" changed their posture—from quiet to noisy, their dull faces transformed, revealing ferocious expressions, baring their teeth like wild beasts.

Samuel stared intently at the aged, childlike, and beautiful face that would go unnoticed in a crowd.

They let out tiny roars, which coalesced into a wave of sound that spread from the mountain of flesh, boiling over the entire surface of the wishing ball.

They wouldn't recognize the giant, Samuel thought. If they were still conscious, they would surely remember Uranus. Whether they would be as agitated as Hitomi Onodera is unknown, but they certainly wouldn't roar like wild beasts.

The heads atop the mountains of flesh have long, thin necks, resembling protruding boulders or hunched trees. Countless such human mountains exist across the planet, layer upon layer, like terraced fields with successive generations of seedlings.

Samuel suddenly felt a strong urge to brush the hair aside from the boy's youthful face. Was he a child born into the expeditionary force? And how did he become like this?

Although the giant's size made it impossible for him to do such delicate work, with the help of telekinesis, it was very simple. He carefully smoothed his hair back, revealing an ordinary face with the baby fat that almost every child has.

He seems to have experienced many things yet, such as the konpeito (Japanese candy) that Karin likes, or teddy bear balloons or swing toys.