Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

The Naga treated Soruka in the same way in the early years, willing to set aside their status as "gods of the universe" to negotiate with him, and even more willing to give the still weak Samuel a break for Soruka's sake.

The Naga are still the same Naga from the past, but the person they are negotiating with is Samuel, and the one who is being given a break is a completely unaware third party.

“This planet belonged to dinosaurs many years ago, before the emergence of humans,” the Naga replied. “You can also choose between ancient humans and dinosaurs, but according to our observations, ancient humans appeared relatively late, and were the result of intervention from other extraterrestrials…”

"Why don't you just say this planet belongs to cyanobacteria, to interstellar dust from before the third generation of stars? Don't repeat your lies to me," Samuel said. "If you don't want me to put this neutron bomb back into your ship, you'd better tell me your real purpose for installing it!"

……

K17 Regional Workstation.

The GUTS team brought back a cold, lifeless "alien" corpse, while, according to them, the man in black robes had escaped.

This is also something Lina couldn't understand.

"He clearly broke free from us, and he looked so angry, so why was he the one who ran away first?" Lina thought she was going to die. She could smell the blood on the man in the black robe. As she spoke, she nudged Daigo: "Hey, are you even listening?"

Daigo took a while to react, nodding repeatedly as if listening attentively, which angered Rena, who snorted and quickened her pace, leaving him far behind.

It's not that he's mentally confused; the root of it all is a certain superpowered individual who made a "wrong prediction"—Kirino Makio.

Two hours ago.

Daigo, who was collecting the body of the silver-gray alien, suddenly heard a familiar voice calling out.

He subconsciously looked up and found that his teammates around him hadn't noticed anything; they were all doing their own thing and no one had heard anything.

“Don’t try to find me,” Kirino Makio said. “Others solved the crisis this time, Tiga. You’re lucky.”

"Your prediction is completely wrong. The monster isn't in the newly developed area," Daigo thought. It seems this superpowered person isn't so amazing after all.

“You think my prediction is wrong,” Kirino Makio said patiently, not annoyed by his own mistake. “Human strength has its limits, and although I am a superhuman, I feel this even more strongly… because I have not ‘observed’ him, so he is not in the future I see.”

"You want to know who 'he' is? I can tell you, everyone is human."

Daigo's breath hitched, and he blurted out, "Everyone?"

Shinjo turned to look at him for no apparent reason. Daigo awkwardly shut up and made up an excuse that he was "lost in thought about the inspection room assessment" to get away with it. The topic of conversation among the teammates changed from the brutal aliens to the brutal inspection room.

“Ah, whether it’s a monster or an alien.” Daigo heard Kirino Makio laughing, a laugh that was very unsettling, like watching a show in a gladiatorial arena from a high vantage point.

The superpowered individual, who had been observing from the sidelines from the beginning, said, "I saw two monsters, one carefully protecting the soul of a human being, and the other discarding it."

“I also see a future of repentance, but not everyone is qualified to repent; it is actually a luxury… Tiga, every choice you make is important.”

Daigo couldn't understand his cryptic words, but he felt very uncomfortable with his tone and the way he was addressed as "Tiga".

“I am Daigo, Masaki Daigo,” he thought to himself, knowing that Kirino Makio could “hear” him: “Don’t call me ‘Tiga’!”

But Kirino Makio had a knack for infuriating people. He replied, "Yes, it's a bit of an insult to the other giant on your body to just call you Tiga. So I should call you 'Tiga and Solka'."

Daigo had been a little too rough; he gripped the body bag tightly. Rena comforted him, "Just lift it gently, there's a commander watching over you..."

Daigo then turned his attention back to the body bag in front of him, which contained a silver-gray alien.

The white body bags reflected the sunlight, standing out starkly against the shady forest.

He recalled Kirino Makio's words, "All people are human," and a terrifying thought gradually surfaced in his mind.

Chapter 125 "The God of the Universe"

Space, between Mars' orbit and Earth's orbit.

Astronomical measurements have always been crude; what is considered "sky-covering" on Earth is but a drop in the ocean here.

Samuel wouldn't engage in dialogue too close to the TPC space station, and coincidentally, the Naga didn't want the neutron bomb to explode in mid-air, losing this precious weapon. Therefore, the Naga readily agreed, quickly resolving to move to a more open location.

Now, the Earth is only the size of a ping-pong ball away. Samuel felt a little relieved and continued to listen to the Naga's incessant "persuasion".

“Guardians of the Tomb, our positions should be aligned.” The Naga openly displayed their vehicle, and through the semi-transparent cabin glass, one could see the figures under the warm yellow light. They stood solemnly and orderly by the portholes.

“Gataram, the Dark Ruler, is an extremely dangerous entity. We cannot communicate with it, nor do we know the purpose of its actions,” the Naga said. “I can tell you that after you fell into the sea, we tried to establish a dialogue with Gataram. The dialogue was successful, and we received a message from Gataram, but we still cannot decode it. Nobody knows what it said. Perhaps it was just meaningless syllables—and the team responsible for deciphering those syllables committed suicide one by one in the years that followed.”

"The only thing we know is that from the moment Gatanothor appeared until it fell into slumber again, its influence never extended beyond Earth. In other words, if we leave it alone, from the perspective of the overall order of the universe, it is actually insignificant in the short term."

Samuel stared at the figure standing at the very front, perhaps the one in charge: "But you're in charge, the neutron bomb is meant to deal with it?"

"Yes, of course we will take care of it. Earth is a part of the universe, and the Naga will not abandon any planet, no matter how remote it may be." Several points of light on the shadow flickered rhythmically as it spoke.

The Naga's tone was very confident, and Samuel just found it amusing: "You won't give up on Earth, so you created this neutron bomb that can turn the world upside down?"

“This is a last resort. If Gatanjah awakens again and all our plans fail, then we should take a long-term view and eliminate this danger while it is still developing on Earth,” the Naga said. “I think you should be very clear about the choice of sacrifice.”

Samuel remained silent for a moment.

Mars Slow

Slowly approaching along its orbit, this red planet hosts the advance team of the TPC Space Development Center—they are fragile, forced to live only in artificial greenhouses; yet they are also resilient, stationed at a distance of 5500 million kilometers from Earth, where the world seems to consist only of endless red sand.

The Naga made their position very clear: the "God of the Universe" lived by their principles and was always frank and direct in their conversations with others.

They are also open and direct in making their choices.

“So you installed weapons on Earth that could destroy everything, but you didn’t tell the people of Earth,” the Naga’s actions reminded Samuel of an “old friend”: “Is this your mercy? Letting them die in ignorance, as a sacrifice to the ruler of darkness—maybe it won’t even die, so it can’t even be called a sacrifice.”

"We don't know for sure whether Gatanjah can be successfully destroyed by the neutron bomb, but there is no doubt that the neutron bomb we created can disintegrate the entire planet after it explodes, and no species living on it can survive... Our advance team, which is this spaceship... As users of the neutron bomb, we should die with the sacrificed race according to the rules. This is not a regrettable thing. Sacrificing ourselves for order is the responsibility of every life living in this universe."

The Naga said, "The tomb keepers are not 'funeraries,' they are 'sacrifices.'"

Seeing that Samuel remained silent, the Naga assumed he was listening patiently and attentively, and that their discussions would soon yield a pleasant result.

Samuel released the severed limbs of Marubo Neza that were wrapped around his tail. The neutron bullet hovered silently in the air, its outer shell, which stabilized and neutralized its magnetic field, remained intact. It could still be recovered as a "gift" to welcome the awakening of the Dark Ruler.

The Naga spaceship quickly took action, with a fluorescent green guiding laser extending from the side of the ship like a jellyfish swaying its long tentacles. The neutron bomb was drawn by it and began to slowly approach the spaceship.

"So you made the decision for Earthlings."

Samuel said, "Who gave you the right to make decisions for 76 billion people on this planet?"

“This is not a ‘decision,’ but a ‘responsibility.’ You’re wrong again. Earthlings are part of the universe. Every life in this universe naturally bears the responsibility of sacrificing for the maintenance of order.”

The Naga spoke with certainty, believing this choice was justified: "And we are not entirely abandoning them; we promised our collaborators on Earth to evacuate as many peoples on Earth as possible by spaceship on the eve of the neutron bomb detonation."

"So Earthlings should even thank you?" The golden eyes narrowed, a hint of a smile in them.

“Thank you is not appropriate,” the Naga said honestly, seemingly oblivious to Samuel’s implied meaning. “Please forgive our intrusion, but we cannot allow the ship to remain exposed for too long, lest it attract ‘attention’… Using neutron bombs is a last resort; it is the shortest and least ‘attention-grabbing’ method in combat.”

……

TPC Far East Headquarters Base.

Life Science Research Center.

Yuuki Tsukishiro and Kosuke Kubota, two former leaders of key research projects who were playing bridge out of boredom, have finally been reinstated. The GUTS team brought the alien's corpse, a document from headquarters, and a group of temporarily transferred students.

He is still enthusiastic about his work, and although he is not very skilled, he is a good student who is willing to work hard.

But their enthusiasm was quickly extinguished by a bucket of cold water mixed with ice.

"I remember the GUTS team said this was an alien?" Kosuke Kubota shifted his position, giving Yuuki Tsukishiro a view through the microscope.

On the slide was a small slice of body tissue from a silver-gray "alien." Yuuki Tsukishiro suspiciously leaned closer to the eyepiece, and the familiar muscle fibers and cellular structure made him exclaim in surprise: "This is the first time I've seen an alien whose structure is so similar to that of an Earthling!"

Kubota Takasuke hesitated to speak.

"Take it for DNA testing?" Kosuke Kubota said tactfully, "I have a bad feeling... Although the corpse's appearance is indeed that of an 'alien,' we've encountered precedents before. Do you remember the corpse at the dry cleaner outside? We all thought it was an alien... but it was actually a human, a modified human."

This was the first mission of the newly formed Tsukishiro-Kubota group.

Using human gene banks, genetic information extracted from extraterrestrials is compared.

The students were apprehensive, feeling that the world they were seeing seemed somewhat different from what they usually imagined.

Chapter 126 The Dedicated One

"Group leader..." The students nervously presented the results.

The black text printed on the white paper by the printer couldn't be clearer.

“Y chromosome haplogroup R1b, without a doubt, is a human gene from Earth, most likely from Europe,” Yuki Tsukishiro said, his hand trembling as he held the report, which was only a single sheet of paper. “What are we waiting for? Speed ​​up the comparison, at the very least we need to confirm, confirm his identity, where he was a resident who was murdered?”

“Not ‘resident of any place’.” Kosuke Kubota walked in carrying a bulging red folder. As is customary at the TPC, confidential documents are distinguished by red. The folder in his hand had a label tucked into its side: Police Department - Air Force, 2004.

Kosuke Kubota sometimes felt that his premonitions shouldn't be too accurate, but as pioneers in the field of life science research, their professional intuition always...

It can have unexpected effects—for example, right now, this intuition has guided him to first screen the gene pool of TPC personnel, and almost effortlessly find the true owner of the "alien" corpse.

“Here you go,” he handed the folder to Yuki Tsukishiro. “I applied to the Confidential Office, and they’re the ones who broke the seal.”

2004 was a special year in TPC's history. The Earth Peace Joint Construction Plan was publicly announced, the Lunar Carlo Base was completed, and the Flying Swallow began operational training within the G Agency... The D Agency launched the "Talent Project" to explore ways to enhance astronauts' physical fitness, and Ryosuke Sanada became the director of the Ebloon Cell Research Project.

The police aviation squadron welcomed its first batch of recruits. In the same year, the squadron's first actual flight was lost in the Bering Sea, leaving only Yota Watanabe, who remained at the base, and Sosuke Fujisawa, who survived.

Yuuki Tsukishiro unfolded the folder, its contents so detailed they resembled a freshly baked loaf of bread. First, there were the personal profiles of former air force members, followed by investigation reports on the 2004 Bering Sea air disaster.

“I remember this incident. The police department was in chaos for a whole year because of it, the air force was paralyzed, and the high-ranking officers had to rely on the transportation department or even the Victory Team for travel... Ah, back then it was called the G Agency,” Yuuki Tsukishiro said. “Later, Aiba returned from the Carlo base, and the air force was reorganized.”

“Artur Nilsson, a former air force member, went missing in the Bering Sea crash aboard TPC-α,” Kosuke Kubota reminded him. “The DNA data match perfectly, which means… our missing former air force member has returned.”

"You call this 'coming back'?" Yuki Tsukishiro glanced at Artur Nelson's photo, then at the silver-gray corpse.

The guy in the photo looks like a typical Scandinavian, from Norway, a country known for its glaciers, forests, lakes and fjords. He looks a bit shy and uncomfortable in front of the camera. Even in his ID photo, he's pursing his lips and forcing a smile to meet the photographer's requirements. Unfortunately, his hunched shoulders give away his true feelings.

The silver-gray corpse, its skin so pale it looked like a cast-in-the-human metal sculpture from a distance, was striking. Its tongue was missing, replaced by a single metal plate at the base, beneath which lay a chip of unknown purpose. The helmet was integrated with the skeleton, with cables extending through man-made holes; Yuuki Tsukishiro guessed this was for precisely capturing neural signals.

His limbs and torso are essentially a combination of human flesh and metal machinery, which gives him physical abilities far beyond those of ordinary people.

Two bloody holes remained in their eyes, which, according to the GUTS report, were gouged out by a black-robed alien in an attempt to extract a confession. The black-robed alien referred to them as "Naga" and stated that the Naga had captured members of TPC.