Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

“That’s right,” Sato pointed to a head that was shouting something: “For example, him, Hiroya Yamazaki. His records show that he attended Komaba High School affiliated with Tsukuba University, but when we randomly interviewed the teachers and classmates from that year, a total of fourteen people, no one remembered him.”

During the Defense Military Reform TPC, the work was extremely chaotic due to the involvement of personnel relationships from various countries, inconsistent systems, and different filing rules, which provided opportunities for some individuals to take advantage of the situation. Tetsuji Yoshioka was well aware of this, so from the beginning he instructed Sato that in addition to visiting suspicious areas, the special investigation team should also conduct resume screenings, and the Inspection Office would provide maximum manpower support.

During their conversation, new developments occurred in the auditorium.

"Quiet!" A hoarse female voice shattered the atmosphere of the "market." Sensing something was wrong, the person who was about to risk exposing their identity looked up and saw an electronic screen hanging behind the work window that was supposed to be used to adjust the lights. On the screen stood a person in a white coat.

Reiko Kashiwamura, Equipment Development Center, is currently the head of the Reicuran alien spacecraft materials research project team. Since joining TPC, she has been immersed in the excellent traditions of the Equipment Development Center and has a special fondness for "firepower, firepower, and more firepower".

Next to the electronic screen was a round tube—it was supposed to be a spotlight, but at some point the round spotlight disappeared, and in its place was a round cannon barrel.

Reiko Kashiwamura herself, along with the GUTS team, was standing outside the auditorium building, using remote means to communicate with the people trapped inside.

“Hey, don’t go too close,” a researcher from the equipment development center tugged at Daigo and whispered, “The distance within 300 meters is dangerous.”

"But..." Daigo thought that if someone ran out, he could get close and shoot. Three hundred meters was really too far, and it would be a severe test of his ability to outline human figures.

“We installed the Texas Cannon in the lighting control room last night,” the researcher said in a chilling tone, as if he had just eaten eel rice today. “If the people inside don’t obey, boom—the auditorium will be blown away. We’ve done the calculations precisely. Even if an alien wanted to turn into a monster, it wouldn’t be able to withstand that close range.”

"Texas gun...isn't that what's mounted on the Hien-2?!" This is practically like burying a large-caliber main ship gun in the ground and blasting a death row inmate right in the head! Daigo was horrified.

The researcher's eyes gleamed with pride, and he couldn't help but grin wildly: "To be precise, it's a more powerful version of the Super Texas Cannon EX Crusher! The name is just something I made up on the spot, don't worry about it, it'll have an official designation later..."

Daigo swallowed hard, and the researcher exclaimed softly, "Alien spaceships are really amazing!"

Chapter 131 Evacuation

“Our contacts haven’t delivered any intelligence for five days.”

In the Lion's Nose Forest, within the spire of the Demon Realm, the short man is conversing with the man in the wool coat.

“You’ll have to send someone else, or find other downlines,” the short man said. “Or you could buy the right TPC insider information from the Manonians’ Starlink exchange.”

The woman in the wool coat remained noncommittal about his suggestion: "Our inside man has disappeared. Do you think other aliens will escape unscathed? And why have you been touching your face since earlier?"

"My tooth hurts," said the short man, clutching his cheek. "I've made up my mind to get a body transplant!"

"You'd better not do that. Children have a unique advantage in human society on Earth. If you were in another body, it would be much more inconvenient than it is now. Besides, if you were in an adult body, you would still get toothaches from eating sweets every day—you would really disgrace the Kirieloid people."

The short man's face suddenly turned from cloudy to gloomy, and he stomped his foot violently.

The flames roared to life, turning the wall a scorching red. The shadows of the two figures were cast on the wall, stretched and twisted like graceful snakes by the flickering firelight.

"I didn't even mention that you sent out Number Sixteen, and Number Sixteen deserted at the last minute, even leading the TPC people here! You're the one who disgraced the Kirieloids!" the short man cursed. "The TPC guys are getting closer and closer to this base! Maybe tomorrow we'll see them digging and filling in the river outside!"

The overcoat remained unmoved. This time, he didn't go through a whole bunch of share transfer agreements again. All that was in front of him was a computer screen with red and green lines moving in a zigzag pattern.

“Let’s dig,” the man in the wool coat said, his eyes glued to the screen. The red and green lines he saw kept curving upwards and downwards. When they curved upwards, he smiled and when they bent downwards, he was happy. “So many aliens are watching them. I don’t believe those people will be indifferent in front of the Lion’s Nose Tree Sea… Under the magic of the rainbow, they will eventually reveal their weaknesses.”

"You'll die from this damn stock sooner or later!" The short guy jumped up and down: "I don't care about you anymore! I'll manage my own things, do whatever you want, I wish you'll always be in the red and never become rich!"

Instead of getting angry, the man in the wool coat laughed and said, "That's great, I'll short it."

"What airdrop?"

“Don’t worry about so much, kid,” the overcoat man said, clearly pleased with the blessing. Ignoring the short man’s angry shout of “Kid, you’re such a brat!” the overcoat man replied in a friendly tone: “If we don’t make money, who will support you? I have my own way of dealing with the Earthlings’ survey. You can continue your missionary work. You’ll have plenty of money—the more people go bankrupt, the more people will believe in God! I’m just helping you out.”

The short man stormed out, and the woman in the wool coat stared at his retreating figure for a while before suddenly laughing and calling for someone to summon the "Paladias."

……

Outside the spire, at the foot of the mountain.

The monster that created the demonic realm has just had a hearty meal and is now comfortably sunbathing its belly.

Number Sixteen successfully escaped the TPC's manhunt. When he returned to his base in Lion's Nose, the first thing he did was bury himself in the river.

The river was full of fish with fangs and huge teeth. A cow that fell in would be torn to shreds within minutes. But they behaved very well around Number Sixteen, circling around her from a distance and swimming gently, as if they had consciously reversed their genes and returned to being cute and lucky little koi. If Number Sixteen wanted to tease them, they would even roll around with their blood-red mouths wide open.

But Number Sixteen wasn't in the mood to tease.

He remained submerged in the water for a long time until Number Twelve, "Paladia," called him, reminding him that the river was actually dirtier than any ditch and couldn't wash anything clean at all. The Kirielod people didn't care about reagent contamination, so all the sewage went into the river, creating these bizarre and grotesque demonic fish.

"What are you doing?" Number Twelve stood on the shore, his eyes showing a hint of concern for the vulnerable: "Even if you're hungry, you can't eat those fish, or you'll get a stomachache."

Number Sixteen was embarrassed to admit that he wanted to take a bath—who would bathe in muddy water? Wouldn't that make them look even more foolish?

Fortunately, Number Twelve didn't press him further. As she pulled him ashore, she muttered, "Thanks to you, you actually ran straight here. Now the TPC people have all been drawn here. Don't you realize... they only think you're the enemy. Wherever you run, they'll definitely chase you to the end."

"I'm sorry," said Number Sixteen.

"You apologized readily, but it would have been better to hesitate a bit when you were running away," Number Twelve didn't mind the mud on his body, but told him to change quickly. While Number Sixteen was changing his burqa, she continued, "Your condition is not very stable right now, and you haven't seen many TPC people. 'Father' instructed us to evacuate, and he and the others will stay behind to try to resolve the misunderstanding through negotiation."

If he were to be criticized a few more times, Number Sixteen would actually feel better. But Number Twelve only talked about the follow-up plans, which made Number Sixteen uneasy: "After all, it's my fault. I think... I think, maybe I should go out and explain things to the TPC people? After all, we're colleagues..."

"Colleague? Colleague? Or even a good comrade-in-arms who eats from the same pot?" Number Twelve patted him regretfully, his palm making a dull thud on the thick, calloused skin.

Number Sixteen remained silent.

"Let's go, we're going to the new development zone. 'Amui' will be there too. She's the quiet and good-tempered number eight, not the cold-faced and bad-tempered number seven. Isn't she great?"

"Is there a base in the new development zone?"

“No, the only stronghold was discovered earlier, but the most dangerous place is the safest place,” Number Twelve pulled out a wallet and opened it with a swish: “Look, we’re rich! We can buy a house and then we’ll have a stronghold, right? As long as you hide well… I’m going to buy a Kumamon first!”

Number Sixteen was stunned by the sight of a string of bank cards from various banks spilling out of his wallet. Number Twelve patted him on the shoulder and then patted himself on the shoulder: "You can buy gold, silver, or even Kumamon if you like! I'm your ATM!"

“…I don’t actually like Kumamon,” Number Sixteen lowered her head, carefully letting the hood cover the sharp horns on her head. “It’s Aya who likes it. She always likes things that aren’t like girls. I went with her to the shopping street. The girl in front of her picked out a shrine maiden keychain, and she found a Kumamon that had fallen on the ground.”

“I asked her why she chose this keychain, and she said that the bear fell while skateboarding, and she wanted to skateboard too, and also ice skate, and like every handsome sailor, she wanted to hold onto the sailboard with her bronzed arms and let the wind carry her soaring.”

After a while, Number Twelve asked, "Why are you telling me all this?"

Number Sixteen thought for a moment and said, "Because I feel like I'm not myself anymore. If I don't say more... I'm afraid I'll forget. The captain said, 'If you can't memorize it, just read it. Read it ten or a hundred times and you'll remember it.'"

Chapter 132 Whetstone

The captain, whom Number Sixteen was referring to, was also muttering a string of hard-to-remember things.

It comes from a civilization identical to the Mechanical Island and is called Badbu.

Just as the humans who named it "Badbu" witnessed, as Samuel opened his domain, a sharp alarm, like the whistling of an arrow, sounded within the mothership, and the Goblins responded to the call of the goddess of war, filing out in single file. Their steps were perfectly synchronized, even the distance of each stride was measured precisely, like soldiers trained to the point of being strict.

If they were to appear at the TPC headquarters, it would likely cause an even more chaotic catastrophe than the Zomo incident. However, this is Meta Realm, and in Samuel's view, these Goblins are very... harmless.

All you need to do is lower the temperature within the area, freezing these robots like dried salted fish until they crackle, and then spray a stream of molten light onto them, alternating between extreme cold and extreme heat. If one round doesn't work, try another, and the robots' shells will shatter into pieces on their own.

Simple applications of physics.

The old Samuel only knew how to charge in recklessly, and if one strike didn't break the skin, he would keep hitting the same spot multiple times. Now he knows a lot more—you never know what kind of bizarre things the guys from Gaia's "future universe" will ask for help with.

The client always has whimsical ideas such as "colorful black" or "multicolored white".

Samuel couldn't ignore it; he owed hundreds of millions in debt.

The slime didn't give him a specific number, only saying that there were hundreds of millions of creditors. Samuel couldn't figure out this confusing mess either, so he had to work as a high-level bricklayer while studying extra things to solve the problem.

He used to ask Meng and others for help, but after asking for help so many times, Meng would ask him every time they met, "Ah, what kind of problem has you encountered in rebuilding some planet?" Samuel was too embarrassed to ask again, so he had to start using his brain, which he hadn't used seriously for many years.

The results were actually quite good. Understanding knowledge requires a lot of time and effort to study, but he was already very good at memorizing things: when communicating with aliens, he used their language, just like communicating with locals in his own language, which made the problem much easier to solve unintentionally.

One of its effects is that Samuel can now understand the text etched on the Bardb mothership.

They could even articulate its origins and countless variants in great detail—it was roughly derived from the script used by the ancient Naga, or that the modern Naga and they shared a common ancestor.

The details are difficult to translate, but the general meaning is barely understandable.

These words were etched on the hull of the mothership: the so-called "mothership" is not a spaceship in the usual sense. It is more appropriate to describe it as a sculpture. It looks like a kneeling person. If it stood up, it would probably be 500 meters tall. It is a true machine giant.

He was clad in armor, and from one of the scales he emerged Gobnew, whose screech came from his trachea, but he had no mouth—his head was completely gone, leaving only half of his neck.

“Number 7123, maker Huberila.” Samuel paused, because it was only an approximation; their names were strange, with many syllables that couldn’t be pronounced by a normal tongue. The string of characters twisted like earthworms, crawling on the headless man’s armor.

The person who made it was obviously very satisfied with his work, because Samuel also saw the mark of his name on Goblin, who ran out to fight, just like every item needs to be labeled.

Undoubtedly, the so-called "Badbu" and "Goblin" are mass-produced items. A highly advanced civilization manufactured them in large quantities and secretly placed them on planets with traces of civilization as a shackle to prevent threats.

How did such a civilization disappear?

Samuel focused his attention on its extremely rough-cut neck.

……

"Our ancestors believed in the immortality of the spirit and regarded beheading as the most heinous punishment. This tradition has been inherited by their descendants, even though these descendants have branched out into more than a dozen offshoots."

Kumamoto City.

Because Maru-sakana, who was left at the K17 regional work station, was discovered early, Adam, the dinosaur man who knew that his identity would be exposed sooner or later, chose to leave TPC and secretly meet up with his tribesman, Imai, to go to the base in Kumamoto City together.

Here is a group of humans who have also benefited from the Naga's kindness. They have formed an organization with a goal called "Project New Humans".

“Those are the ancestors of the Naga, not ours. We are dinosaur people… Although the Naga are our creators,” Yiwu corrected Adam: “The ancient ‘ancestors’ regarded the brain as the most important organ. Their collateral descendants also imitated the human brain when creating robots, placing the command center in the head. Naturally, the robots they created also set the brain as the highest priority for protection.”

"But the civilization that developed from that generation perished, leaving only the robots. Strangely, from the 'Badbu' level upwards, they were all beheaded, leaving only their bodies to continue their mission—to eliminate threats in the universe. In fact, upon closer inspection, it is exactly the same as the Naga's purpose of maintaining cosmic order, only much more radical."

"The Naga's principles need no further explanation," said Tiaoyue.

Ayaka wasn't impressed with the dinosaur people's occasional claims. She glanced at Masaki Keigo, who was expressionless and clearly deep in thought, and asked, "You suddenly brought this up. Are there any actions we might take that they would consider a 'threat'?"

Thanks to the information he obtained while infiltrating TPC, Adam informed Ima and his collaborators about the progress of the Magus propulsion system development. He seemed extremely anxious, even more excited than when Marupo Neza was discovered by other "aliens".

“This research must be stopped before other weapons make breakthrough progress!” Adam said. “That’s a forbidden power that will only attract ‘attention.’ If you still expect the New Human Project to succeed, you’d better…stop it by any means necessary!”

The dinosaur people don't care about the dangers faced by Earthlings. They are more concerned about whether they will suffer the same fate after they reclaim their homeland. Will the activated Goblin set its sights on the dinosaur people after annihilating Earthlings?

Therefore, in their stance of preventing the development of the Magus Power System, they believed they could reach an agreement with the "New Human Project" organization.

It's an undeniable fact that the "New Human Project" is at odds with TPC, so wouldn't it be natural for this organization to stop TPC from developing any dangerous technologies? Adam thought so.