Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

"The Kirielod people, they like to hide like rats in the gutter, and they were just telling me how terrified they were by a cat."

“They’re such troublemakers,” the man with the slicked-back hair said. “Hurry up, that Zara guy has run far away.”

"Let him run a little longer?" The hunt was interrupted, so the woman simply stopped running. She took out a powder compact and started touching up her lipstick with the small mirror that came with it. After rubbing her lips together, she tilted her head and asked the slicked-back-haired man, "Does this color look good?"

The man frowned: "I only like blue."

"You've been on Earth for so long and you still don't know anything," the woman snapped, turning off the powder compact. "This is called a 'man-slaying' color! I shouldn't have asked you, you old fogey who can't accept new aesthetics!"

"The people of Muzhen Star do not need to accept the aesthetic standards of Earthlings."

“But people from Muzhen accept admiring glances from others,” the woman scoffed. “What about Zara? And that Lu something-ya, tsk tsk, the only thing I can’t accept is dyed hair.”

"They've all run far away, one to the west and one to the east, all because you stopped to touch up your makeup, otherwise they would have been surrounded by us."

"Then you go find Lucia, I'll go find Zara, I'm going to ask him if I look good..."

“If he says it’s ugly, you’ll definitely kill him,” the man, knowing his companion’s unpredictable temper, asked, “But what if he says it’s beautiful?”

The woman laughed: "Then kill him too! How dare he praise Earthlings for being handsome!"

miles away.

A man dressed in a blue sleeveless shirt and trousers, with iron bracelets on his wrists, was huddled in the alley, panting. His name was Zara, one of the targets of the two Woodkin aliens.

A chain hung from his wristband. Zara's outfit made him look like he had stepped out of a science fiction movie set, yet he also inexplicably carried the aura of a skilled hunter from a primeval forest.

"An actor who came out of a film studio and is a third-rate hunter with a longbow on his back and a musket at his waist?" That's what Fujisawa Sousuke thought when he saw him after returning from the cemetery.

Although it was strange, seeing that he was half-dead, out of professional ethics as TPC members, Fujisawa Sousuke and Watanabe Yota went up to him anyway.

"What's wrong? Are you dehydrated or have low blood sugar?" They beckoned to Zara. "Want some chocolate? It seems a bit melted though..."

Fujisawa Sousuke took out the snacks that Ralf had given him from his pocket, but the person opposite him, who looked like he was about to faint at any moment, remained silent. Only his eyes shone brightly in the dim alley, like cold fires burning.

Zara looked away from the two strange Earthlings, and the fire suddenly burst into flames. He grabbed a brick from the ground and threw it towards the alley entrance.

"Hey, why are you hitting people!" Sosuke and Yota crouched down to dodge the brick, and looked back at the alley entrance, where they saw a woman in a suit and skirt who had appeared there at some point.

She caught the brick with a light and graceful smile, but the brick shattered into pieces under her exquisitely manicured nails.

"You're so energetic!" she said, but what reached Sosuke and Yota's ears was a murmured language they'd never heard before: "I like prey with energy. Hey, I'll give you a chance, what do you think of me..."

Zara had already pushed off with both feet, jumped over the low wall with his bare hands, and disappeared without a trace.

The woman threw down the remaining bricks in frustration, pointed at the two Earthlings, and this time spoke in Japanese: "If he won't listen, then you two answer. Me, am I pretty or not?"

Chapter Fifty-Six: Survival Game

Is it good-looking or not?

Fujisawa Sōsuke and Watanabe Yōta looked at each other in bewilderment.

What's wrong with this woman?

Fujisawa Sousuke instinctively wanted to reply, but was stopped by Watanabe Yota. The latter knew his tendency to speak without thinking and was afraid that if he said anything inappropriate, this strange woman who could mold bricks would treat them like bricks.

So Watanabe Yota replied, "It looks good." Better to avoid trouble.

The woman pressed on, "What's so beautiful about it?"

Fujisawa Sousuke realized what was going on and quickly said, "Anything is fine! Also, why did that person hit you just now?"

The woman looked at him with a smile: "Because he's disobedient and doesn't want to go back with me."

Yota Watanabe sensed something was off. The language the woman had spoken with the fleeing man earlier... they both had East Asian faces. Yota tugged at Sosuke's clothes and tentatively asked, "Is he an actor from somewhere? I saw the clothes he was wearing... but I haven't seen him among Japanese actors before. Is he a stage actor?"

The woman's eyes, which had been fixed on Sousuke, suddenly shifted to Yota's face: "He's a documentary actor, a real documentary."

Sosuke was still blinking in confusion when Yota stood up and walked to the front, making a "contact headquarters" gesture with his back to him. Sosuke was bewildered, only to hear Yota continue, "Do you need to wear those kinds of clothes for a documentary? And I didn't see any of your cameras. What language were you speaking? I've heard Chinese, Thai, and Indonesian before, but your pronunciation is so unique..."

At this point, Kazuya finally noticed something amiss. Anyone who had carefully read the "Regulations" knew that its premise was that many aliens had already infiltrated the lives of Earthlings. He pulled out his phone, intending to contact Ralf first—he was more reliable than the customer service representative who immediately said, "Hello, TPC hotline."

The woman saw what he was doing, glanced at it briefly, and then ignored it. She looked at Yang Tai with the eyes of someone who had discovered something new and interesting: "It's essential to learn more languages ​​when you're traveling. It's normal that you haven't heard that kind of pronunciation before."

The woman pointed at them with her finger, the rhinestones on her nail polish sparkling.

Sheng Guang: "I suddenly think it would be nice to have a little entertainment between the main courses. Hey, do you guys want to play a survival game?"

……

This was the first time that Sousuke Fujisawa had come into contact with a living alien outside the guard's cell.

He never expected that an alien could have the face of a beautiful older sister, and that after he called the headquarters, the alien would chase them for ten blocks in a frenzy.

“Survival game means I allow you to run first, and when I think it’s about time, I will come after you. If I catch you, you either die, or if I’m in a good mood, I’ll let you run a little further. For you, it’s a survival game, but for me, it’s a hunting game.”

The woman's face still haunts his mind, partly because she was undeniably beautiful, and partly because her eyes started glowing blue as she spoke! Like an LCD screen… She must be a master at attracting mosquitoes and insects; you wouldn't need a light to read at night, the light would illuminate wherever your eyes scan.

"Is she crazy?" Sosuke was panting heavily. He dared not say he had ever worked this hard, not even when the captain was chasing him during training. "We didn't agree to that weird survival game, did we? She just started counting '1, 2, 3, start' on her own, and then you dragged me along..."

Yang Tai didn't bother to look back at him; he just silently tugged at his arm to make him run faster.

Cangjie glanced at the cars rushing past and said, "Can we take a taxi?"

"Do you want to drag others down with you?"

"Then let's beat her up later! So what if she's an alien with glowing eyes? There's only one of her, but we have two. Who knows when headquarters will send someone to deal with her? I saw the GUTS team leave today... The Flying Swallow is really cool."

Yota felt his throat burning. He swallowed hard and looked around. The figure in the suit and skirt appeared at the street corner to his right. He slammed on the brakes, grabbed Sosuke, and made a sharp turn, rushing down another crowded street.

He pushed aside the bewildered passersby and said, "Haven't you noticed? So far, she has only attacked us twice, both times when we took shortcuts and went into alleys. On a main street like this, although she saw us, she didn't make a move, which means she's not as reckless as she seems."

"So you've been leading me on a loop through the downtown area since just now?"

Yang Tai nodded: "But this is only a temporary measure. She's been acting erratically, and she might lose her patience and even attack in public... In a sense, what we're doing is also endangering everyone on the street. The Reicuran aliens have the ability to use light with their bare hands, although we don't know which alien she's from..."

"Let's go into the alleys then, the ones with fewer people."

Yang Tai took a few deep breaths and laughed, "It's the choice you would make. I... never mind, let's go together."

The figures running wildly on the two commercial streets suddenly turned into a narrow alley next to a small shop. A few dozen meters ahead was an old residential area. The apartment buildings were often separated by cement walls. Apart from residents familiar with the route, few people would venture into these maze-like narrow alleys.

The two men had no idea who this woman playing "games" was, only that she had attacked them twice: once punched and shattered an entire wall facing the street, and the other time kicked a fire hydrant with her high-heeled foot. A fountain of water shot into the sky, and she walked gracefully through the water curtain. The first thing she did was to smooth her hair back and open her powder compact to check if her makeup had smudged.

If they are aliens, they must be the most ferocious type.

So they hesitated several times as they passed the police station. They weren't sure if the gun would work on her, and you couldn't expect the local police, who usually dealt with petty thugs, to fight a crazy woman who could kick a fire hydrant right through. He had no doubt that if that leg stepped on him, it would crush his head like a watermelon.

Leave the professional matters to the professionals. Hopefully, we can hold out until the Victory Team receives the news and arrives—or more accurately, hope that crazy woman's patience can last until reinforcements arrive.

She could easily catch up with the two of them, but she's keeping them around just to play more "games," something Yota knows perfectly well.

“Sousuke, she must be waiting for us up ahead. You turn around and run, and I’ll turn to the side where she’s not.” In front of them was a narrow T-junction. Yota licked his dry lips and began to make final arrangements: “You’re right, she’s alone. No matter who she goes after, the other one must not turn back.”

Without a moment's hesitation, the opposite wall was already in sight, and sure enough, the woman appeared. She leaped down from the side rooftop and landed steadily on the low wall. The slippery rooftop after the rain had no effect on her. She twirled in her high heels, crossed her legs, and sat down, swinging her feet as she watched them split into two groups.

"Ugh, I hate this kind of decision-making paralysis the most," she said, resting her chin on her hand and looking left and right. "Who should I choose?"

Before she could figure out a way to overcome her inability to cope, someone else made the choice for her.

Yota Watanabe picked up a stone and threw it at her face. The woman caught it and glared at him angrily. Yota, holding a megaphone, shouted, "Who knows how old you are, you old alien woman who still tries to act young! You look awful in that skirt!"

The woman clenched her fists, and the stone shattered into powder.

Yang Tai took off running again.

The woman laughed as she watched his retreating figure. She leaped down the low wall and came face to face with Sosuke, who had broken his promise and turned back as if to save someone. But she spoke to Yota: "You want to entice me to chase after you? I won't."

Her meticulously cared-for hands gradually changed, turning into brown claws in just a few breaths.

"You idiot! Why did you turn back when I told you to run!" Yang Tai cursed angrily.

With a shout, he lunged at the woman's back, as if doing so would stop her.

The woman turned her face to the side, her bright human eyes now transformed into a deep blue lake with no visible pupils: "Because if you do this, you'll definitely throw yourself into my arms."

Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Sunny Doll Sacrificed

It was too late for Yang Tai to react. The woman's outstretched claws left only a fleeting afterimage in his eyes before she was gripping his neck in the next second.

"Good girl." The woman smiled, her five fingers closing together, and beads of blood seeped from the sharp tips of her claws, seeping into her collar.

The intense running made Yang Tai's body need more oxygen, and his heart pumped fresh blood into every part of his body, but only the remnants that had not yet been exhaled remained in his alveoli—that hand was pinching his throat, and all the air he tried to inhale was blocked in his throat.

The woman has changed her appearance; anyone who sees a beautiful woman suddenly extend her thick, sharp claws would be stunned.

Sōsuke felt his heart pounding like a drum, faster than usual, due to fear, making his ears ring. But Yōta was there, his last teammate from the same year was there, and he saw Yōta struggling to move his fingers, the signal for their retreat.

"Alien! Let him go!" Sosuke thought Yota was an idiot. Did he think he could survive if he ran away? That woman could catch up with him easily. It would be too humiliating to be toyed with and die while running away. He dared to say that if he saw his former captain and his teammates underground, they would gang up on him and stuff him into a frying pan, making him scream and scream.

Seeing him rush towards her, the woman kicked him gently in the stomach. Sosuke flew through the air and crashed into a concrete wall. The woman, wearing high heels, had kicked him in the stomach, and he retched as he shakily got up.

The phone beeped, and the woman asked with interest, "Aren't you going to answer it?"

Sosuke stared at her without saying a word. The woman casually threw Yota, whom she was holding, against the brick wall. With a loud "boom," mortar and bricks collapsed, burying the person who had crashed into them.

The woman didn't look back at him. She knew she hadn't held back; the Earthling should have had his bones broken and his internal organs shattered.

Sosuke didn't answer the phone, but the woman wanted to hear what was happening on the other end. She restrained the other person with one hand and took out the phone with the other.

"Sou-suke! So-suke!" It was Ralf: "The GUTS team has gone out on an investigation mission. Now their captain is flying to find you. Hold on a little longer, he'll be there in a few minutes!"

Ralf spoke at a rapid pace, like a machine gun, but apart from breathing, no one spoke on the other end. Ralf paused, waited a moment, and then cautiously asked, "Sousuke?"

The woman leaned close to the microphone and said softly, "Hello, Earthlings, they're dying."

"Who are you?! You..."