Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

Samuel chuckled. "There will be more in the future."

"No, I don't like the unpredictable future. I only like the present. You can think I'm blinded by hatred if you want. The aggregate of 'resentment' means that I don't like to talk about the future too far in the future. There's no such thing as a gentleman taking revenge after ten years. I saw Lucifer, and I want him dead right now."

“That’s good,” Samuel said. “Later, as I said before, Lucifer will definitely be relying on the negative energy from the destruction of these fleets for food. Just compete with him for it. Compared to him, you are the real ‘fellow’ of that negative energy. Lucifer will definitely lose to you.”

Samuel had done the same thing many times before, and he knew it well.

"Lucifer's only remaining option is the Wishing Orb. Unless humanity uses it, Lucifer has no chance of turning the tide." As they drew closer to the wormhole, the intense light almost pierced through the shallow vortex, as if fire were burning upon it. Samuel murmured:

"Then 'you' can go home, along with billions of other aliens... a new life awaits you."

Ah, a new life.

The slime murmured as it saw the vortex tinged with golden light, making the once black sun now appear like a winter sun.

It hangs high in the frigid extremes, making even the coldest winter feel warm.

This warmth comes from the giant who was wrapping himself up; now he has become a torch. Once the firewood has burned out, nothing will be able to restrain him anymore, and the aggregate of "resentment" will be free again.

When He was first locked in, He cried out "Let me out" many times. He had the ability to get out long ago.

But He has remained until now.

They even help repair the "cage" so they can confine themselves inside.

"Do you know how much we envy the Earthlings who have Uranus?" He said, his voice as gentle as water ruffled by the wind: "In a very, very long time ago, there were aliens who heard the legend of Uranus and wanted to meet him."

"But the aliens and Earthlings couldn't understand each other's languages, and all sorts of misunderstandings piled up. They started fighting. How could Earthlings possibly defeat aliens who could travel through star systems? So Earthlings suffered defeat after defeat until Uranus appeared." It was unclear whether He was envious or sighing: "Once Uranus appeared, Earthlings were no longer afraid of anything."

"Uranus's steadfastness inspired the people of Earth. As long as he was alive, the people of Earth could always be inspired. The courage of the people of Earth also inspired Uranus. They fought side by side, and many famous figures in the universe were defeated on Earth, a planet as remote as the countryside."

"But then the Earthlings abandoned Uranus, and all the other cosmic beings who heard the news were waiting to see them fail. Isn't that hilarious?" the slime said. "What you just said, 'more precious than revenge'..."

"I think it's you, it's you, Giant of Light!"

Samuel paused, then realized that the slime's current state of mind was probably similar to when it saw the giant save it years ago. Having walked for too long in the night, it couldn't help but want to grab even a tiny candle flame.

That's good, he thought. With the motivation of longing, he would eventually reach the other shore, just like the "great monster" eventually shed its monster body.

“Yes, revenge is just a shadow of the past; we must always move forward,” he encouraged, using the words “Big Guy” had told him: “As long as your heart is turned toward the light, darkness cannot catch up with you.”

"What if it transforms into light?"

“Then you need to find a giant who can give you a transformation device. I don’t have any stones on hand right now, so I can’t carve another ‘Order of the Light Chaser’, but I dream of making my own transformation device.”

“I don’t need a transformation device,” the slime rubbed itself, becoming a little more energetic, transforming from a flattened round shape into an upright ball: “'Resentment' aggregates like to cling to the present… It’s rare to find a vessel that understands us, rare to find a 'worker' who helps us fulfill our wishes.”

“You think the things on this Earth are beautiful, so it’s better to keep them. I also think you’re quite nice, so it’s better to keep you,” the slime said. “I think I can understand what it means when Earth in my universe says, ‘The will of many planets blesses you.’”

The outer shell of the "torch," which was rushing towards its death, suddenly rippled.

It spread out in circles, like a dragonfly skimming the surface of a lake.

Samuel can unleash a surge of starlight when he activates his energy in his armored form. The armor had already shattered into pieces before the battle even began, and it's unclear when it will be able to recover.

But what it embodies remains; though stars shift and matter is born and dies, what stands shoulder to shoulder with the heavens is the spirit.

It will never be lost.

“I don’t know what you think, but I hear many people want you to live.” The slime stretched out its mimicry arm and scratched itself.

He is no longer a slime; he is striving to stretch himself out, seeping into the omnipresent sea of ​​golden light.

The uncooperative "container" burned away its own outer shell. The slime considered itself a top-notch welder, a welder who did more than just patch things up.

"Hey, you know?"

"Is that the wish of that alien from Vasilya?" Slime said. "He doesn't want to go home anymore. He wants to be buried with his friends, who died between the fourth and fifth planets in the HB3419K star system. He wants to drift through the universe with them."

"But how cold is it in space? Many aliens say every day that they weren't shattered by the scorching lasers and metal fragments, but instead drifted into space, and no one could save them... Wearing tattered spacesuits, drifting in the pitch-black star field. Above and below were beautiful stars, and he knew they were all giant fireballs, but none of them could warm them up. In the end, he didn't even know when he died. Maybe he was already dead when his spacesuit tore."

“Look how wonderful the universe is now,” the slime said, looking back at the magnificent “celestial staircase” they had created. He had never imagined that the path he had taken could leave such a brilliant trail: “Burn, burn, it’s not cold at all.”

At the end of the "Heavenly Staircase," deep within the radiant light trailing a dazzling tail flame, the blurry human figure became clear again. At first, it was outlined by fine lines, with the outer edge constructed like a steel frame, and then the contents were filled in and defined, and the light particles were no longer scattered indiscriminately.

This dimmed the star-like fireball slightly, but the slime was delighted: "Do you know what this is called?"

Samuel could no longer see what was coiled within him; it flowed like water throughout the newly constructed body, just as he himself said, “becoming light.”

The slime's voice was light, but a low mood enveloped Samuel—he felt that his advice had been heeded, which was a good thing; he could guide this mass of resentment onto a better path, just as the "big guy" had pulled the "big monster" out of the mud.

But he probably isn't good at being a teacher, right?

After his "death," Muchini believed in Dark Lucifer, and the slime dissolved itself before he could.

“This is called ‘lending’,” Slime said. “Normally, you fulfill our wish to take down Lucifer, we give you the power, the contract is in place, the loan is in place, but now we’re going to overdraw a little bit… After all, we can’t just let our hard-won employee go so easily.”

"Don't look at me like that. I still have 'brothers' all over the universe. They are all your creditors. Remember you promised to help me with the post-war reconstruction?" The slime muttered, its voice fading and becoming increasingly ethereal. "You told that Earth 'you won't disappear halfway,' so now you've made a promise too, 'you won't run away halfway.'"

"Even aliens believe in the spirit of contracts. You owe me money now, and there are billions of creditors! Aren't you scared?"

When you're counting down, time always seems to pass both incredibly fast and incredibly slow.

As everyone expected, the "star" collided with the wormhole that was about to evaporate.

Heat waves, dust, and flames flowed along the blown debris, instantly melting the nearest ships. Molten droplets were stretched into streaks of water before condensing again in the distance.

Like a metal firework that never falls.

Fireworks spread from the exit of the space passage, like cold air freezing water. Snowflakes chased and froze layer by layer until they were slightly slowed down at the other end of the passage. The ships that were lucky enough to escape here were shrouded in a forest of metal spikes, tasting the bitterness of "despair".

They once used wishing orbs to create metallic lifeforms, whose sharp spikes relentlessly pursued countless aliens, like the scythe of death, always following them.

Now, being chased by spikes and metal arcs blown out by the melting of his own ships, he really doesn't know what to think.

The red-hot droplets were blown away by the "stellar wind," and as they reached the end, the temperature dropped, turning them into iron-gray fireworks.

Fireworks are naturally beautiful; they have seen countless different fireworks displays blooming on the conquered planet.

Today is the day that this Earth has triumphed over the invaders, the day that the aggregate of "resentment" has avenged its great humiliation, and it should be celebrated with fireworks.

Samuel looked up, and in a daze, it seemed as if red crystal rain was falling, pattering against his shoulders.

"What's your name?" he asked again.

The universe is vast, with stars like diamonds studding the sky, and countless lives exist within it.

But there was no further response.

It's best if there's no reply. If someone responds again, it's probably because "resentment" has resurfaced, and countless souls are drifting aimlessly, unable to find their origin or their destination.

The slime does indeed have billions of "brothers," and as long as war breaks out again, they will be found not only in another universe whose wounds have not yet healed, but also in this universe.

He wrote down an insurmountable debt for Samuel.

Samuel had no paper or pen to sign, but this newly completed, unique form became the best seal.

It is structured by aggregates of "resentment", thus presenting a pitch-black background, as if it can blend into the vast starry sky, but it also contains light particles that have not yet been burned out, on which molten gold flows, and veins surge like blood, scorching like syrup.

"As long as your heart is turned toward the light, darkness cannot catch up with you."

As long as you hold the light in your heart, you have nothing to fear even if shadows surround you. As long as the flame is not extinguished, it will eventually burn brightly.

Indeed, two suns are now visible on Earth. They hang high in the sky, one shining brightly in the daytime, accompanied by clear skies and rolling clouds, and the other illuminating the night, invited by the bright moon and stars.

The sun shines brightly, amidst the vast expanse of misty waters.

The double-light continued, shining in all directions.

Samuel clenched his fist and shattered the barrier between the spatial passage and this universe.

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At the edge of the metal forest, the giant hangs there, his body reflected in the universe, his eyes like torches, and a vast sea of ​​gold has replaced the earlier spatial barrier.

The giant's figure wasn't actually that huge. The "future man's" ships had many behemoths that were hundreds of meters tall, but he just stood in front of the "future man." Earth looked like it could be touched with a reach of the hand, yet it was so far away.

“Your responsibility lies there,” Samuel said.

The closed portal reopened, and the giant raised his hand, revealing the spatial distortion familiar to the "future man."

Since they had survived the attack, Samuel had no intention of making another move. The fact that they could run so far in such a short time meant that they were probably not supporters of the "migration" movement who stayed at the front, but rather the kind of people who went with the flow and had mastered the art of seeking advantage and avoiding harm.

They still have work to do—the Earth in this universe has a moon, and they need to go to the place where the moon has been transformed into a space jump device.

Having experienced life-or-death threats, they should cherish life even more. They must end the war, rebuild, make reparations, apologize to their abandoned compatriots, and then learn how to coexist with life in other universes without wish-granting orbs.

And next...

He turned around and looked at Lucifer, who was confronting Gaia and Agul.

Lucifer warned Gaia and Agul that "it's about to end," and indeed it is about to end.

The main force of the "future man's" fleet was destroyed, but the terrifying negative energy had nowhere to go—Samuel was adept at "stealing his own kind."

Shocked, Lucifer failed to block the enemy's double flying kick, which was launched at an opportune moment. A visible energy storm surged outwards in a ring, and Lucifer was slammed into the Earth at an even faster speed.

Legend has it that the angel Lucifer instigated a rebellion, failed, and fell for nine days and nine nights before arriving in Hell.

Lucifer didn't know what it felt like to fall for nine days and nights, but now, having been forcefully knocked down from lunar orbit by Gaia and Agul, and approaching the planet beneath his feet like a meteor, it was probably no different.

The moment the giant crashed into the atmosphere, the earth cheered, the ocean rejoiced, and dust and waves were pulled into the sky by an invisible hand. They were loyal soldiers, ready to fight alongside their general.

"Don't think you're the only ones with help!" Lucifer tried to stir up the storm.

There was no response.