Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

Ah, those red "demons" are called Yapools.

One of the Yabo people ignored him and turned on the detector on his own.

The blue "birds" protected the "divine stone" that was six or seven times taller than them.

"If you want to touch the divine stone, then kill me first!"

Another Yabo man tilted his head and burned the speaker to powder with his beam gun.

The embers drifted down with the wind and landed little by little beside the divine stone.

The Suffer people stepped forward, cursing angrily. The Yapo people raised their hands, and a ghastly green beam of light descended from the sky, sucking away some of the people. The rest were left to be dealt with as they pleased.

“What a waste of test subjects. We came in several batches specifically to collect more fear energy, especially since you shouldn’t have killed their cubs,” said the Yapool using the detector.

"We've already reaped a lot, so it's no big deal," the Yapool man chuckled, holding up his beam gun. "What, is there an energy reaction on this stone?"

“This is more than just an ‘energy reaction’,” the Yapool man using the detector said excitedly. “Don’t just stand there, hurry back and get the equipment! We’ve found something great!”

The scorched brown ground recedes into the distance, and blue blood swirls and flows like a spider web. Further away from the lake lies the once bustling, now silent, settlement of the Suffer people.

The Apollonians are lifting their greatest find off the ground and packing it into their spaceship.

As the machines hummed, he recalled the hymns sung by the Suffer people, and realized that he would probably never hear them again.

“Hurry back and hand it over to the research institute,” he vaguely heard the Yabo man say, “Guess what I detected?”

"A faint consciousness—in this stone."

Chapter Two: Your Command

"Ten stones with the same energy reaction were found, and we fused them together—using the stone with the strongest reaction as the base."

"Yes, to be precise, it is a crystal formed by absorbing the power of the earth's veins."

"In a sense, this is the crystallization of the planet's energy. This is the first time we've found something like this outside of the planet's core. I'm sure we can create the most successful piece of our kind."

"Monsters? This time, the creations will definitely be different from synthetic ones, but you've certainly reminded me..."

"The power from the planet, the will of all living beings—such pure light, what comes to mind?"

……

What would I think of?

Estend looked at the pile of material extracted from the rocks of Suffer.

Pure, sacred, and awe-inspiring planetary energy. This energy, in the form of a sphere of light, is sealed within a transparent chamber constructed of special materials.

It's truly... an enviable power, a detestable power.

Silvery glints floated within the cabin, coating the cold metal walls with a dreamlike quality.

The colors.

If he were a child, he would probably be captivated by this sea of ​​light, right?

“I think of those nosy space police,” Eistend said dryly.

Immediately afterwards, he heard his teacher burst into laughter.

“Perhaps it has more potential than those guys irradiated by man-made plasma spark towers,” his teacher, Fond, said. “It’s a rare, faintly conscious planetary energy, still a blank slate. Our Yapool technology will endow it with formidable power, and that power will bring us even greater rewards.”

“It is precisely because it is so weak that I think it will be very difficult, teacher. It is too difficult to cultivate the consciousness of newborns based on it, and it is also difficult for us to control it,” Estend seemed to see the workload ahead and couldn’t help but advise, “Perhaps it would be more beneficial to us as an energy source to upgrade weapons.”

"You could clearly make top-tier weapons, so why use them as fuel for inferior ones?" Fang Te raised his voice, staring at the scrolling data on the screen. He roared, "If we waste the materials from one planet, we can find a second, a third! Continuous learning and exploration! That's the source of our Yapool people's power to conquer one star system after another and gain even greater strength!"

Estend shrank back, his voice much softer under the teacher's imposing presence: "But what if we can't control it..."

"Then go test it! Go control it!" Fang Te pointed to the door: "What do you think researchers do? Those machines in the armory with their brains full of dead programs? If you don't want to use your brain, then get out of here and go hang out with that pile of scrap metal on the 7th basement level!"

Seven underground floors, a hibernation site for cleaning and firefighting robots.

Estend readily admitted his mistake and reiterated his determination to follow in his teacher's footsteps on the path of scientific research.

"Hmph." Fang Te glanced at the data again before leaving, satisfied. He needed to report his plan to his superiors in a timely manner and seek support from headquarters—creating a controllable giant of light using planetary energy was not a project that a single research institute could afford; they needed to invest more: money, resources, and manpower.

The silvery light shone on Estend, who looked up at the experimental materials he would be using. He childishly banged on the container, muttering, "Well, the teacher has spoken, so there's no stopping him... I hope you'll be patient and let our research go smoothly."

……

……

He didn't know how much time had passed, but he saw a group of Yabo people coming and going around him.

He couldn't understand what the Yabo people were saying, but could roughly discern their intentions from their body language.

One of the Yabo people was reprimanded, I suppose.

The Yabo man who was reprimanded is still here, surrounded by many glowing screens, and he's staring blankly.

There were so many Yabo people that I couldn't tell who was who.

It seems someone else got scolded, right?

I recognized him, that Yabo man who always gets scolded... They all look so alike.

It seems he got scolded again; that's really bad.

While he was daydreaming, a pipe exploded, melting the grass he tended every day. Wait, how could the stuff in that pipe burn all the way through the ground?

Ah...he was beaten by the scolding one.

……

……

Many days passed, and "he" idly changed his subjects of observation one after another.

The Yapool would sometimes take small orbs of light from him, which he hated; sometimes they would shine strange rays on him, which generally only made him feel a little itchy; and sometimes they would put him in a pitch-black can, which made him very uncomfortable.

He didn't know what he had become; he couldn't move anyway. Was it any different whether he was a stone or a ball of light?

He did not forget that the Yapo people destroyed the Suffer settlement.

He felt a natural affinity for Suffer and naturally liked the Suffer people.

But he didn't know what to do. Should he blind them with light? Like the Apollonians who used their weapons to turn Ara into ashes?

He began to try to get himself moving—who knows how to get himself moving, he couldn’t even reach out and grab anything like these creatures.

He worked hard for a long time, he himself didn't know how long he worked hard, and the ball of light... changed from a big light bulb to a slightly brighter light bulb.

But the Apo people cheered in victory.

This puzzled him.

Until he heard a piece of speech he could understand—the first time he'd heard anything like it here—that allowed him to know what it meant:

[Language functionality loaded successfully; Phase 1 complete.]

He was soon able to understand the Yapool people's chatter.

"First step successful! You're right, it's faster to implant it directly."

"The next step is to prioritize implanting baseline instructions, followed by simple common-sense construction..."

"We are creating a powerful intelligent life form! It will be used by us!"

The words, which were difficult for "him" to understand, caused his thinking to stagnate again, but he didn't need to be confused for long. The Yapo people poured the things he needed into his mind in batches, which made him feel dizzy, like he was on a roller coaster... What is a roller coaster?

In short, he felt that new inhabitants were constantly being added to his mind; some told him about the Yapool civilization, some told him about other civilizations in this universe, and some told him about other places.

What are the names of those stars? Some tell him that the cosmic police are the most hated creatures, while others tell him that a weak civilization should be the cornerstone for the Yapool people to achieve glory...

As more and more outside residents moved in, his little bit of belongings were pushed into a corner.

“You are a servant of the Yabo people,” the residents said.

Huh? I'm Suffer... no, I don't think I'm Suffer either...

“You are a servant of the Yabo people, and you obey the instructions of the ‘Guide’,” the residents said again.

...And who is the guide?

“You are a servant of the Yapools. You obey the commands of the ‘Guide’ to protect our ships and instill fear in our enemies.”

Fear? To bring fear to...the enemy...

The enemy is... Yabo... Suffer...

A... Suffer...

After an unknown amount of time, he moved for the first time.

The mechanical armor made a creaking sound.

He walked towards Fangte, who was standing in front of the control panel, his face full of anticipation. The "residents" gave him instructions, and he uttered his first words:

"Your...orders?"

Chapter Three Fos-001

Estend found himself in a predicament.

As a staff member at a research institute with less strict management, he sometimes did simple data recording tasks. He could occasionally take a nap or slack off, as long as everything was normal and no data was missed. The professor wouldn't care whether he had been woken up from a nap or was writing down the data while barely keeping his eyes open. (Monthly fee group 694936135)

However, he is now in a dilemma where he cannot slack off, which is causing him great distress.