Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

Sato scoffed at it.

"Have you forgotten how we first met the Kirieloids just because you went around in circles? — Hiss." Daigo heard Sato gasp softly. He looked over and saw Sato trying to pull his finger out of the "little monster's" teeth.

He dared to say that Sato must have been itching to disturb someone's peaceful sleep.

"This case is so poorly made!" Sato's face turned green, but he didn't forget to cover it up. He continued as if nothing had happened: "The deal between the Kirieloids and the Reicuran aliens is that what they want to take away is 'faith'. Propagation, after all! Besides talking a lot, they also need a lot of money, even if it's just to satisfy the material desires of the believers as a case of 'miracle'."

“Without even communion, who has nothing better to do than go to church every day?” Sato said. “The intersection of the financial flow between the controlled goods manufacturing company and the missionary site, combined with the line of Kamimura…we might be able to trace the target location beyond the intelligence of the Information Department. Now let’s see how strong your search system is, Victory Team.”

Chapter 119 Mask

Sea of ​​lion nose trees.

TPC's actions were very restrained, but as several hidden spikes were removed, they attracted the attention of the aliens.

“It would be strange if there was no action after the headquarters was attacked, and this loss was to be expected.” Inside the spire halfway up the mountain, the man in the wool coat finally stopped reviewing documents and said to the girl who came to report, “Don’t be nervous, Number Twelve. So what if they find their way here? This is just a base of moderate size. They can’t interfere with the will of the god Kirieloid.”

“But, Sosuke…” Number Twelve hesitated, unable to finish his sentence.

"How is he?" the man in the wool coat asked kindly, his tone gentle as he seemed to be in a very good mood today.

Number Twelve lowered her eyes, adopting a submissive posture, while secretly becoming more vigilant and carefully choosing her words: "He... is not well. We may have overdosed the medication. If his friends come looking for him at this time, I'm worried there might be an accident."

The wool coat remained silent, and an unbearable silence fell over the air.

Number Twelve grew increasingly nervous. The projection of the stained glass was cast on the empty ground at her feet. She lowered her head and mechanically counted the colored blocks on the ground, her palms slightly sweaty.

"The daily gene injections and stabilizers are supported by a wealth of experimental data from previous years," the man in the wool coat explained gently, while Number Twelve held his breath.

The wool coat emphasized: "Every day, every dose, is the result of careful calculation by our researchers. Don't question it based on your subjective experience. If you have really read the relevant reports carefully, you should know that it is perfectly normal for the test subjects to experience abnormalities due to extremely poor physical sensations when they enter the third stage. At the same time, this is also the stage in which they have made the greatest 'progress'."

Number Twelve nodded in agreement. The man in the wool coat was fairly satisfied with her humble attitude. He raised his hand to let her go back, and before leaving, he casually instructed her, "The Naga need to make a move. We can't let only our people be investigated by the TPC. Ask him if he's willing to go."

Sosuke was of course willing to go; he was extremely enthusiastic about anything related to the Naga.

Not to mention making a commotion to attract TPC's attention to the Naga people, which, in Sōsuke's view, was also a way of secretly helping him.

So when Number Twelve brought up the matter of the wool coat, Sosuke immediately nodded in agreement.

Number Twelve sighed: "Then you'd better be fully prepared before you go. We do have information on a few Naga strongholds, but they are definitely guarded."

“It’s better to have guards!” Sosuke said. “That way, the situation will be more serious, and we can let TPC turn their place upside down! Let’s see if they still dare to take advantage of the chaos to arrest people at headquarters!”

As he spoke, Sosuke waved his arm, his claws tearing through the air with a low, whistling sound.

He was drawn to the dull sound of the wind, and his emotions, which had been building up to a climax, suddenly plummeted. After a while, he cautiously asked Number Twelve, "You don't even have a mirror here... Paradia, if I go out now, will I scare the children so much that they'll have nightmares?"

Number 12, the one that Sosuke knew best, "Paladia," replied: "Amui has many black robes, would you like to try one on?"

Sosuke touched his face, and the skin he could feel was hard. He guessed that he was probably unrecognizable, and even if he stood next to his former teammates, they wouldn't recognize him.

He grew increasingly frustrated; compared to that, the lack of rest due to physical discomfort seemed insignificant. What could be more anxiety-inducing and disheartening than receiving "treatment" only to watch one's condition worsen day by day?

“I think you’d better provide a mask… I like the kind where they wrapped their whole head in an iron barrel like in the Middle Ages,” Sosuke tried to joke, touching the bone horn on the top of his head and then lowering his head. “Ah… I don’t think it’ll hold in place. Anything will do, as long as I can walk.”

As long as it doesn't scare people when we go out, that's fine. How about the mascot costume? I think Kumamon is kind of cheeky, but it's pretty good!

Number Twelve, who called herself "Paladia," had never seen the Kumamon he mentioned. She paused for a moment, then seriously agreed, saying she would go back and ask the warehouse.

Sosuke was amused by her serious reply. He waved his hand and said, "No need to ask, there's definitely no way. Just wear your robes. I feel like I've grown a lot taller lately... I might need the largest size."

Paradia agreed. After she left, Sosuke let out a long sigh and slumped back onto his iron-framed bed. The bed creaked under the weight of the weight, and Sosuke angrily pounded the bedsheets, the creaking sound continuing incessantly.

"Shut up! I don't need you to remind me!" His brief respite was quickly replaced by rage. He knew his condition was deteriorating; he might no longer resemble a human being. His bent knees and head, getting closer and closer to the ceiling, indicated this change in form. Now, even the metal bunk bed was reminding him—you're as heavy as a real wild beast! What kind of bed is this? You're better off curled up in a hole in the ground!

As expected, the quilt cover was torn by the sharp claws, and the cotton bulged out from the holes of various sizes. There were many similar holes in the quilt.

Sosuke's mood worsened. He wished he could go out right now and slice those damned Naga people to pieces to feed the fish, rats, and bedbugs! No, slicing them to pieces was too cheap, and grinding them to ashes was too merciful. He should turn them into monsters that even their own mothers wouldn't recognize, chain them up and parade them through the streets, and then use them as experimental subjects until every single cell was used up!

Sosuke let his thoughts wander in a jumbled mess, then was startled by his own ideas.

It wasn't because these thoughts were too dark, but because he felt it wasn't enough. He wanted to personally venture into the Naga territory, see their terrified expressions, promise to find only the ringleader, and then kill him with his own hands as they rejoiced at their escape.

Even with the support of drugs, he himself had become unrecognizable; one could only imagine what it must be like for the other Earthlings captured by the Naga. Sosuke instinctively felt uneasy about his own thoughts, but a voice within him told him that an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, was perfectly reasonable.

Aya Kamimura went to the Naga people. Will they use her for experiments, or as a research assistant? ...It's rare for anyone to need an assistant who's in a wheelchair, right?

Thinking of this, Sosuke almost couldn't wait to stand on the Naga's territory right now, grabbing them by the neck and asking them one by one where the people they had kidnapped in the chaos at headquarters had been hidden.

"Dudu".

The knocking sound was a habit of Number Twelve, "Paladia." She always knocked with restraint and care, appearing cautious and meticulous.

"Come in." Sosuke didn't care if people saw the mess in the room; he didn't really have any privacy here anyway.

Number Twelve poked his head out from behind the door, waving the robe in his hand: "I looked up Kumamon, it's really fun, but there are no costumes of its in the base, only robes... I found the longest and sturdiest one, and Number Eight 'Amui' agreed."

Sosuke stared at the dark robe for a while, as if it were not just a simple garment, but a magical artifact that isolated the inner self from the outside world. He even felt that Number Twelve swaying the robe back and forth was just like relatives and friends waving goodbye by a train in a movie.

"Number twelve, number eight..." Sosuke thought for a moment, "Do you give me a number too?"

Chapter 120 Mechanical Dinosaurs

Sousuke Fujisawa dislikes being referred to by his number.

But he dislikes being called "Sousuke Fujisawa" in his current capacity even more—this name shouldn't be associated with the experimental aliens; it belongs to a member of the TPC air force, even if that member is a rookie who hasn't flown solo yet.

So when number twelve, Paradia, told him, "Your number is sixteen," Sosuke was very happy.

He obediently put on the black robe, hiding his terrifying face in the shadows, and spoke to others as "Number Sixteen," as if he had completely changed into a different person.

“But I am still ‘Sousuke Fujisawa’,” he reminded himself. “I’m going to the Naga’s stronghold to help TPC’s cause in another way. The captain will definitely praise me. If I were still in the air force, I would probably get several days of long leave.”

Sometimes, when you finally possess something you've always longed for, it no longer feels so precious.

Sosuke longed for the Flying Swallow, admiring its graceful flight through the rain clouds. Now, he could approach it without the aid of steel wings—his powerful muscles and dense bones gave him far greater explosive power than ordinary people. He knew he was running, but his speed looked like he was flying.

Sōsuke would probably yell and show off his skills to his teammates.

The wind whistled past his ears, whipping his robes into the wind. He easily waded through rivers teeming with piranhas, their sharp teeth capable of tearing cars apart unable to budge him; he nimbly swept through forests strewn with bones, his illusions capable of driving ordinary people mad unable to shake him for a moment.

The branches cast both light and shadow, and the fast-moving scenery was blurred like the currents swimming past in the deep sea.

It's like a dreamlike blend of reality and the past.

Sosuke exhaled a puff of white mist, his damp breath enveloped by a robe of some unknown material, making him somewhat uncomfortable.

He didn't want to brag anymore; who would he be bragging to? He did have "Paradia" number twelve in his earpiece waiting to assist him, but she was ultimately acquainted with "Number Sixteen"—Sōsuke's friends were guys from the air force, bastards from the ground guard, and the still-missing Kamimura.

Aya.

Sosuke tugged at his robe, pulling it even tighter around himself. Number Sixteen asked Number Twelve for directions: "Paladia, give me a map of the target location."

It wasn't just one Kirieloid who was exploiting the TPC's organizational structure. When Twelve passed on the map, Sixteen easily recognized that it was actually a workstation of the Life Science Research Center.

The entrance bears the TPC logo, and the main building is nestled in the mountains. Most of the work there involves researching shade-loving species.

Damp and dark corners are always prone to breeding bedbugs, so Number Sixteen quickened his pace.

……

"Captain! We've received a distress call! The K17 Area Life Sciences Workstation has been attacked by suspicious individuals," Noriyuki was awakened by the alarm. After seeing the figure in black on the screen, he immediately reported to Kijima Megumi: "The surveillance footage has been transmitted back!"

The team arrived at the work station at noon on the 16th. The Victory team was exhausted from several days of large-scale investigations. Ye Rui lay down on the table and drooled all over his sleeve.

The alarm finally brought them back to their senses. Daigo and the others entered the command center, and Shinjo asked first, "After all this commotion, have the aliens finally given up?"

"Maybe, but it was just an ordinary workstation..." Nori couldn't understand why the aliens, who were so furious about being investigated, would attack a peaceful, shade-loving plant and animal research workstation, where there was basically nothing but swarms of woodlice and ferns.

The man in black seemed very familiar with the structure of the workstation. He barged through the door, triggering an alarm, and then proceeded down without hesitation, accurately finding the core path connecting to the underground through the winding passages. The researchers had raised many subterranean creatures there, such as star-nosed moles.

Ye Rui saw him tear open the closed iron door with his bare hands and jump directly down the elevator shaft!

"This feels crazy," Xincheng exclaimed, surprised by the black-robed man's decisive action. "How high is this elevator shaft?"

“How high is not important. What is important is that this happened five minutes ago,” Kijima said. “Lina and Daigo, you take the Flying Swallow No. 1 to pinpoint the exact location of the man in black. The rest of you, go and prepare the equipment that Flying Swallow No. 2 will carry. Nori and I will stay behind to provide information and logistics.”

Number Sixteen's brazen actions drew the attention of the Victory Team, whose movements made the Special Investigations Team uneasy.

It was indeed an "ordinary" work station, simple and commonplace, with a small but not too small number of people stationed there, and it was relatively close to the headquarters, making it very suitable for infiltration.

In fact, the surveillance office has already identified some suspicious individuals within the organization through extensive investigations, one of whom is at the work station in the K17 area.

A two-person team from the special investigation squad is disguised as cleaners to keep an eye on him.

At that moment, an unexpected event occurred. The man in black robes crashed into the door like a missile, and in the "cleaner's" stunned eyes, he quickly located the vital freight elevator. The "cleaner" had just thrown down his mop and pressed down on the laser gun in his arms, intending to surround him, when the man in black robes had already torn open the elevator door and leaped into the shaft with a "whoosh." The sound of fabric rubbing against the air echoed through the sealed passage and reached the dome.

Then came several loud bangs, followed by the sound of a chainsaw cutting metal from underground, causing the ground and ceiling to shake violently. Seeing the situation was dire, the "cleaner" dragged anyone he could get his hands on out of the building.

Before long, the building, half embedded in the mountain, began to collapse. The "cleaners" saw their target angrily fiddling with his phone. The two exchanged a glance and called a third person crouching in the nearby woods to start listening to the frequency.

But the wiretapping stopped shortly afterward, and everyone present, whether ordinary TPC members, spies, or counter-espionage investigation teams, had only one goal left—to survive.

"When did we start raising such things under our workstation?!" The "cleaner" wished he could grab the stationmaster by the neck and break this idiot into pieces to feed to mealworms.

The station chief, who was focused on academic work and had never seen a "big scene" before, was unable to respond. His legs were so weak that he had to be carried by two "cleaners" to run.

Behind him, the workstation was completely engulfed by the collapsed mountainside. The man in black kicked through the rubble, cracking the ceiling fragments that could only be moved by a crane, and crawled out from the debris. He was clearly not calm either, and roared into his earpiece in a hoarse, low voice: "Why doesn't the map clearly indicate that there are mechanical monsters underground?! It only says that there are a few hidden Naga people!"

Do you understand the feeling of falling 300 meters in anger, thinking you've descended from the heavens and terrified the Naga hiding below, only to be met with a mouth with teeth taller than your own, and two round eyes staring right at you from above?

Number 16 almost had his soul fly away!

"A mechanical monster?" Number Twelve didn't care about his fragile heart at all, and only asked, "What does it look like? Is it like a dinosaur?"

"Damn it," Number Sixteen cursed, "Yeah! Like a dinosaur! Naga people like to play with mechanical dinosaurs? I stopped playing with them after I graduated from elementary school!"

Chapter 121 Neutron Bomb