Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

Before the guards could return to their posts, Aiba Yu had already transformed into a streak of light and rushed forward to meet them.

"Gob, Bats! Get out of the way!" An anxious cry rose from the ground along with a streak of light, reaching the ears of the two monsters.

Zog covered his mouth with one hand and pointed diagonally with the other. The woman's laughter mingled with the sound of explosions in the air. Gobu only had time to hold his sickle-shaped arm in front of him before he was sent flying and fell into the sea.

The spray, like a small mountain, rose up and drowned out its howl; the pearly white waves were mixed with strands of strange color—its blood.

Zog turned his arm, pointing it at Bats, while the silver streak rushed forward, the giant's figure blocking her way.

"Go find Gob. If any other enemies come, just deal with them." Samuel raised his light shield with both hands, using it to push Zog away from the Ariel base.

Zog looked at him with her dark purple eyes, then turned and obediently retreated—no, to be precise—she was leading Samuel to the battlefield she desired.

“That stilt woman is running towards Tokyo Bay,” Slime said in a muffled, strained voice, “She might be trying to blackmail us with the city…”

"Then don't let her pass!" The energy flow suddenly accelerated, and Samuel exerted all his strength. The air compressed by the acceleration made a violent explosion. In a few breaths, he passed Zog and arrived at a position nearly a kilometer away from her.

Two exploding light blades restricted his movements from the left and right. The flowing silver flame wrapped around his fist and smashed it first. Zog raised his hand to block. He changed his fist into a palm. Light particles rapidly gathered and condensed, and a bright white light sword extended out, slashing swiftly and accurately at the "angel's" seemingly smooth and somewhat graceful forearm.

Zog stopped his momentum and retreated, covering his wound with one hand. A laser beam shot out from his purplish-black eyes. Samuel was unable to dodge in time and could only use his lightsaber to defend himself. But in just an instant, the lightsaber flew out of his hand and disintegrated into stardust before falling into the sea.

"Watch out! I just sewed you up and it's ripped open again!" the slime yelled. "That stupid Earth is still at the base, nobody's giving you any energy, you know what I mean?"

"Is the disproportionate defensive capabilities and attack strength also a product of the Wishing Ball?" Samuel recalled the gigantic metallic life form synthesized from the Wishing Ball some time ago, which also possessed excellent attack power but was incredibly fragile.

"Did you see it?" Samuel suddenly paused, dodging the barrage of projectiles. His gaze went over Zog's shoulder and toward the sky behind her.

“How would I know where He is in the base right now?” the slime thought he was talking about Pito. “Anyway, you…”

"Keep it simple, don't exert yourself to the death. If we stall for time, Gaia and Agul might just return after defeating the traitor."

“We can’t delay,” Samuel said.

As dawn broke and the moon dipped below the horizon, Samuel saw a dark sun slowly shrinking on the horizon, revealing more and more things, like mountains and forests, their shadowy forms exuding the cold beauty of violent machinery.

He knew what it was: a wormhole opened up by "people from the future".

Just as the members of the Alchemy Star had calculated, it continued to evaporate. The contents inside, the main body of the "future humans" fleet, had been waiting for a long time, just waiting for the narrow passage to completely disappear so that they could pour out and truly step into this universe.

GUARD, Earth monsters, and the remaining armed forces of various countries are already struggling and facing danger just dealing with the vanguard, so where would they find the extra strength to deal with the larger main fleet?

Knowing weaknesses doesn't mean the enemy has become a paper toy.

Samuel took one last look at the deep blue sea beneath his feet, the vast expanse stretching into the distance, with glimpses of emerald green in the distance. The sea at sunrise was breathtakingly beautiful.

It would be even better if there were no gunfire in a more distant place.

No one wants to face "aliens" whose development is many generations ahead of their own.

He watched as fighter jets took off, silver eagles swooping towards a particle barrier, clearly products of a different world; he watched as missiles pierced through the clouds, struggling to break through the defenses, sending flames, shockwaves, steel cores, and fragments crashing into an alloy shell that was stronger than he had ever imagined.

He saw Zog, and the fleet that was eyeing him menacingly inside the wormhole.

The scenery on this planet is beautiful, and the people here are wonderful. It's a bustling world, full of diverse human experiences, with magnificent mountains and rivers. It's best to keep it.

Unlike his hasty actions back in Vitamori, he is now clear-headed and knows what to do.

He said, "You don't need to be a welder anymore. Take back all the energy that sustains me, and then you can move to another place."

"Hey, what the hell did you say? I've been working for you for free and you're planning to just kick me out and make me pack my bags and leave?!" the slime yelled.

Samuel continued, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings, "You are a key force, so you must leave in a bit. I will take you up there; Lucifer should still be there."

“Go help Gaia and Agul. Pito is weak but there’s nothing else wrong with him, so they’re not dead yet. But your energy will hurt them instead. Don’t possess them. Just find a monster to stay with,” Samuel rambled on. “Lucifer absorbs negative energy, and so can you. Just compete with him for it… Neither Meng nor Fujimiya are the type to sit idly by. They will definitely fight back when they find the right opportunity.”

"Do you think I can remember all this long-winded nonsense? I don't want to be with a brain-dead monster, I—Ughhhhh!!!"

The sudden heatwave was sharp and piercing, making it impossible for the slime to work as a welder. It found that the shell it was trying to join was trembling and burning.

Light particles surged out, and the slime, crouching inside the "container," felt as if it were outside, with a free world rushing towards it, gently embracing it.

The giant was engulfed in flames, silver flames mixed with a few golden glints. At first, they were just small specks, but eventually they burned into a vast golden sea.

Zog was in a daze.

She thought she was dealing with a dying person who would struggle a little longer, and then she could "clean up" the planet as she pleased.

But suddenly the opponent unleashed a violent energy surge, the shockwave even pushing her away involuntarily. When she came to her senses, the silver giant was gone, and all that remained in front of her was a torch wreathed in flames.

A humanoid shape could be vaguely discerned, with a gleaming silver shell and golden cracks that expanded with each breath, until the shell was almost invisible, leaving only a molten golden glow.

The torch quickly expanded in all directions, blowing away the scattered light particles like a burning star blowing out stellar winds, pushing away the surrounding dust and leaving clear edges.

There, the flames burned into a circle, enveloping the "star" inside in a spherical shape.

The blurry humanoid figure raised one hand high, and a dazzling galaxy swirled in his palm, condensing into the shape of a sword blade.

He was already very skilled at using this move, knowing how much energy to expend, how to swing it, and how to... how to shred the enemy in front of him!

“You shouldn’t have come here,” Zog heard someone whisper from the heart of the flames. “You’re so tall and look so heavy. I can’t easily take you back.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a lightsaber hundreds of meters long sliced ​​through the flowing clouds, raging fire, and howling wind. It was extremely fast and ruthless; Zog only saw a fleeting white shadow.

The sword light swept out, severing the slender leg. The arc drawn by the blade did not disappear immediately; it burned fiercely in the air, dyeing the morning glow and the sea with golden light, one layer from the sun's rays and the other from the sea of ​​fire.

Ultraman warriors are not gods, but in the face of his attack that burned his body to ashes, Zog was like an "angel" who had fallen and was facing judgment from the gods.

The blade was both extremely scorching and extremely cold. It mercilessly severed the legs and feet. The "angel" in the white dress waved her arms wildly in the void. The intense pain caused her to randomly use lightning-shaped beams of psychic energy in all directions, but they all hit empty air.

The white dress twisted and swelled, and the "angel's" shell transformed into a monster amidst sharp screams.

But Samuel did not stop.

The sword swept horizontally to sever the legs and feet, then swung diagonally to the left and right to disarm the wings, before being raised straight up and thrusting forward, the blade piercing through the enemy and revealing its true form.

Samuel pressed closer, gripping it firmly with one hand.

At that moment, the sharp whistling sound of the blade tearing through the air suddenly came.

Zog's claws were still there. It clasped its hands together, and wave blasts exploded one after another at extremely close range. As light particles scattered and flew, they also blasted itself into a bloody mess. But it couldn't care less about that. With the blades connected to its chest, abdomen, and back, all it wanted now was to escape as quickly as possible.

Samuel gripped it tighter and pushed it forward, ever forward!

The light particles struck Zog, burning themselves passionately and scorching holes in its thick skin until the fascia and muscle tissue were exposed to meet the even hotter flames.

They surged into the sky like chariots and iron cavalry, their blazing white and golden light embracing each other tightly. The morning glow was scattered, the wind was swept up, and the air was even burned to a crimson color when compressed. No one dared to block their path.

If any foolish ship happens to brush against it, the violent energy and shockwave will surely roar and crush it.

Zog is the most powerful weapon created by Lucifer and the "future man," while Samuel was also named "weapon" back then—the battle between the two fierce blades caused the weather to change with every spark.

Upon sensing their approach, the crew members of the "future human" fleet inside the wormhole all changed their appearance.

"He's coming this way!!!" someone exclaimed in shock and anger.

The fleet, acting as the vanguard, broke through the atmosphere like fiery meteors, while Samuel, pushing against Zog, flew against the current into the cosmos, and the azure sky quickly turned into a pitch-black expanse of space.

The wormhole did not completely evaporate, and the gradually thinning barrier between the two universes gave the "future people" a sense of security: "They can't get through. Even if the entrance is destroyed, we can still get out once the barrier disappears."

They could only console themselves with this thought. No one mentioned the possible explosions and jets that might occur. They only hoped that the space barrier would be more stable.

They once longed for this barrier to disappear so they could step onto another healthy Earth, but now they expect it to be indestructible.

Zog roared in fury, but it was pinned to the blade, the giant's hand gripping it tightly, its burning fingers digging into its skin like steel claws.

Samuel laughed heartily as his outer shell collapsed, and pure light particles flowed and burned unrestrainedly. Despite the intense burst of energy, he felt no weakness, but rather an unprecedented abundance of power.

Time suddenly seemed to slow down. He held Zog as if he were holding himself, the one known as Fos-001—that unforgivable past.

Samuel despised those who disguised weapons as sacred and redemptive; he only wanted to slam the weapon back into their faces and let them experience the despair that follows hope.

The flames grew ever brighter, burning out a magnificent and wide path that stretched from mid-air to the universe, as if a celestial staircase had descended to earth, and that a deity was about to descend from above.

Samuel knew that there were no gods above, only a bunch of "humans" fleeing in panic, pointing their blades at the weaker ones.

They abandoned their compatriots scattered on other planets, abandoned their homeland, and abandoned their bottom line as human beings—to fight against humanity in another universe.

This is the root cause of destruction and its consequences.

"What's your name?" Samuel asked the "resentment" aggregate he had been working with for a long time.

“I don’t have a name,” the slime replied. “Or rather, I have billions of names, billions of aliens.”

“We should be careful with the name. I can’t think of anything right now,” Samuel said. “My dream and Fujimiya are good at this. You can ask them to come up with a name.”

"Is this your last words?" The slime paused. "Alright, is there anything else you want to say?"

“There are things in the world more important than revenge.” The slime was quiet now, but Samuel knew that the fire of “resentment” was greater than the golden light outside and could burn everything.

Having experienced something similar to Him, Samuel could fully understand. He hoped that after changing to a new "container," the other could go further, just like he himself had encountered the light.

“Before, I didn’t understand. I lived in a daze, always being pushed along. I only felt that I had to protect the weak and kind people, and do things in the style of the giants of light I had seen. I think I know what I should do, responding to the desires that are expected of me, until this universe.”

The slime remained silent, intending to carefully record everything so that it could properly explain it to the next "container".

“Now I think that ‘protecting the weak’ and ‘guarding the kind’ are just the most superficial aspects. If you ask me what I live for, Renlong says just go find what you like… I don’t like many things, most of them are just things I ‘don’t dislike’, but if you really ask me what I like or what I yearn for…”

"That should be the right to 'choose'."

The slime shuddered and muttered, "Only by living can you make choices. It's just about surviving, who doesn't want to live?"

“It’s different. The ‘living corpses’ created by the wishing ball are still alive. I was still alive when I was lying in the repair pod. People manipulated by fate are still alive. But, only by having the right to make the ‘choices’ they expect can one have a complete future. That’s why we say we should ‘break free from fate’ and live freely,” Samuel said. “Look back now, isn’t this planet beautiful?”

The slime did indeed turn around and look at Earth from outer space. The natural beauty was breathtaking, and even aliens could appreciate it. Green trees, deep seas, white clouds, and snow were all commonplace, but what truly captivated people was the vitality of life.

"They still have a long way to go, but Lucifer and the 'future man' intend to strip away..."

If they take it, they'll face either death or be forced to use the wishing orb to become the next 'time traveler'.