Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

Beloff recalled: "That day, I witnessed Gobnew storm into the city, searching everywhere for the Makaniks who had 'betrayed the order.' The Makaniks said they had been attacked by a virus. In the end, it was discovered that the so-called 'virus' was actually an instruction directly injected by Badab. At that time, I only felt relieved for the fear of the Makaniks."

Beloff was the catalyst for the events, and a bystander in the final war. The Goblins flooded the city, like white blood cells relentlessly hunting down everything in sight.

Ordinary individuals, known as Kiga, fought fiercely against the Makanik within the city, while many more merged into Oguma, who, obeying Badbu's will, severed her head. With the vital central command utterly destroyed, the Makanik could no longer command the Gobnius within the city; they would act according to their own judgment.

“The situation is getting out of control, and I realize I’ve messed up again,” Beloff said as he pointed Samuel through the path. “Gobnew is a brutal execution machine. They judge the Makanic people to be a betrayal of the order and will exterminate them. But Budbu is just a baby with independent thought. I’ve been instilling negative emotions like ‘losing friends’ in her when she needs proper guidance the most. The more she loves Gobnew, the more extreme she becomes.”

"When Gobnew declared the cleanup complete and there was no trace of a living person left in the city, I knew we had lost—this city would have no future, and neither would my Badbu. We had killed our creator, and no one could restore the first generation of Omnics. I was the only one left 'alive' in the city, and I was just a tour guide who could only talk."

Beloff seemed to be mocking himself as he recited, in the tone of a seasoned tour guide, the words he had repeated countless times at the memorial to the "Father of Omnics"—the words the "Father of Omnics" had left him on his deathbed, words he had requested to be engraved on his tombstone. If possible, he hoped that vibrant music, preferably heavy metal, would play in the funeral hall, as if he and the robot he had built himself were encouraging everyone who came to pay their respects:

"Please keep moving forward, my descendants. I have buried a treasure chest for you, and I look forward to the day when you will discover it."

What is the treasure? The Makanik believe it is the Omnics themselves, who have brought countless conveniences to people and are worthy of the title given to them by the "Father of Omnics"—the most loyal partners of the Makanik.

But the real treasure… Beloff had some vague guesses, especially when

He knew that conflicts between the omnics and the Makaniks had also broken out in other cities of Badab.

“Perhaps the treasure is actually the ‘possibility of evolution’,” Beloff said. “You know, in other cities of Badab, there are also first-generation omnics as special as me. You could even say that, given enough time, first-generation omnics will eventually develop self-awareness. In the ‘father’s’ mind, we will be intimately connected with the Makaniks and create a new myth together.”

"Father is ultimately just a researcher; he gives us the possibility of acquiring humanity, but he doesn't understand humanity."

Samuel finally learned the true reason for the city's destruction. It was born in the Makanic people's expectations and perished in their panic.

As for Beloff, Samuel heard Gobnew call him "Commander Beloff," so he must be more than just a guide. After so many years of management, even the most foolish person could find a way to rise to power—he must feel comforted, right? Although the Gobnews have no self-awareness, Beloff can still direct them to continue fulfilling the grand ambition of the "Father of Omnics."

“Alright, the story is over,” Beloff’s projection hovered in the air, lazily crossing his arms. “Congratulations, my guest, you have successfully arrived at the largest ‘factory’ here. You can start by overturning this factory, and then break through the underground structure, passing through four more factories, six power furnaces, and twelve Gobniu garrison posts... Once you’ve done all that, you will have completely dismantled it.”

"Why do this?" Beloff will stay here because of Budbu. Even the most ruthless iron lump will eventually develop some "reluctance" after spending so many years together.

Samuel wanted to know why he had "colluded" with outsiders to destroy the place.

“Because people can’t always make mistakes.” Beloff looked up at the ceiling again, as if he could see through the walls and into the city above, where crowds thronged and spotlights illuminated the sky as bright as day.

His goddess, the shadow of Badbu, descended from the glittering lights and, as usual, asked him what interesting tourists he had seen that day and what stories he had heard.

Beloff could make many mundane things sound dramatic, a necessary condition for a successful tour guide, but he felt that the stories he wrote himself were utterly terrible:

Budab sacrificed himself, and the Goblins gained their freedom. It should have been a story of "the beginning of hope," but Beloff discovered that the order of their faith was not so wonderful.

Their routine actions of eliminating "destabilizing factors" in the universe, upon closer examination, are not much different from what the Makanic people did to them. And like Budbu back then, he was caught in a vortex where Gobniu's basic logic and practical needs diverged.

Beloff must make another choice.

Before him was the gray metal ceiling of the factory, but he seemed to see many things. The metal ceiling reflected his own image, and behind them, the Goblins were chasing after him with firm steps.

"Goodbye, my Badbu," he said to himself.

Chapter 138 Data is Really Important

got windy.

The relay satellite city maintains a constant temperature year-round, with no pressure differences inside, and the wind originates from nowhere.

Having been built for tens of thousands of years, it has witnessed the rise and fall of the Makanik people, from a bustling metropolis to a dead city with bones scattered across the wilderness. If Belof still has any acquaintances or friends left, it is probably only this city.

Beloff is directing Samuel to dismantle it.

The power furnace was destroyed, and a stream of high-energy particles erupted forth. They punched countless holes in the outer wall, invisible to the naked eye, turning the originally hard material into a loose sponge, and then began to peel away and disintegrate from the outer layer. They tore through the weakened parts and rushed outwards in a frenzy, the whistling sound of their rushing out was extremely sharp and piercing, like someone sitting on the wall playing a leaf flute.

The sound of wind. The wind howled through the nest, rousing a cacophony of alarms.

Samuel strode forward amidst the cacophony of alarms, one arm clutching Beloff's weight-like device, specially shielded with a layer of light, while the other hand tore everything within reach to shreds. The high temperatures inside the reactor could vaporize steel, but the temperature around Samuel was even hotter than the reactor itself. Molten droplets mixed with scorching steam swirled around him, and with each step he took, these obedient "soldiers" slammed into the walls like forged steel, causing the already riddled walls to collapse completely under the impact.

Amidst the thunderous roar of collapsing mountains of gold and jade pillars, Samuel looked up at Beloff's projection and said, "Do you want to hide inside?"

He was referring to the light shield he had placed on the outside of the projection equipment.

“…I am just a projection,” Beloff said. Fire and particle streams passed through him, swaying the projection into a bizarre S-shape, like seaweed possessed by a water snake that had decided to let itself go.

Samuel wasn't a visual creature, and besides, he himself wasn't qualified to say that Beloff could scare children to tears. He just subconsciously treated Beloff as a person—even if it was just a shadow. When he could understand everything you said, give advice, and guide you when you were lost in a maze, it was hard to let him get soaked in the rain while you were holding an umbrella.

Beloff seemed "touched" by his shared hardships and added, "The disappearance of the projection will not affect the data."

It sounds like saying, "I'm showing you the way, and all you care about is the data, you scumbag."

Sometimes, a single sentence

It can make the other person remember it for a lifetime.

The deeper the emotion Beloff felt when Samuel unhesitatingly picked up the projection equipment, the more profound the impression that Samuel's later statement, "Data matters," left on Beloff.

But data is really important.

Samuel didn't go straight down the elevator and smash through the Goblin nest for this reason—he needed to observe the workings of the Budab for a while longer and remember the complex changes that would allow the CPU to decide to crack, so he could provide this information to the TPC research center.

He believed that Director Sawai would be able to walk with a brisk pace for a whole month.

This decision brought Goblin the joy of "the enemy has given us a chance to fight back," but rather the despair of having to change our response plan time and time again only to find that we still couldn't win.

The fiery monster charged into the key building. Having colluded with the traitor Beloff, it must know about "Badbu's Spine," the elevator shaft that runs through the entire lair. Based on the enemy information gathered so far, the robots devised the most meticulous plan: shut down all valves, have Gobnew deploy in small groups, layer by layer, to block the attack, while simultaneously gathering forces from the rear, waiting for the opportune moment to deliver the decisive blow.

But sometimes, layers of resistance can turn into layers of supplies being delivered to the enemy.

If Goblins knew about the game Snake, they would surely suspect they were snacks in front of the snake. What every snake dreams of is a wall that won't kill it and an unlimited supply of food delivered to its door.

Undoubtedly, no metal wall could stop the monster. Even after it rushed into the power furnace and detonated it, the high-energy particle stream failed to kill it. It strolled around leisurely, as if it had just taken a quick bath inside—not forgetting to add a fireproof and particle-resistant shield to the projection device in its arms.

The Goblins, who were blocking the way at every turn, became like a delivery service delivered to the door. At first, the Goblins knew that the enemy had a thick layer of scales. They discovered a weak point, where only the exposed skin was visible, so every Goblin targeted this "weak point".

Once you get close to him and activate the self-destruct program, your weakness will become your fatal flaw. Gobnew will show the intruder what it means to stumble into the lion's den.

But first you need to be able to get close to him.

The Goblins could provide fire support in the city, making it appear as if the enemy was being chased, giving them a significant advantage—but in reality, the enemy did not retaliate out of respect for the dead.

Now he fought back, unleashing a devastating barrage. He ripped open the metal door with his bare hands, and just as Goblin, who had been waiting behind it, initiated the self-destruct sequence, Samuel launched a burst of light blades, accelerating their detonation.

At that moment, Beloff almost hid back inside the equipment.

This was the closest the Goblins ever came to him; they never again managed to get within a hundred meters of him.

The radiant trails of particle jets occasionally obscured his figure, the molten material and the excessive heavy metal vapors forming a thick "cloud." Occasionally, the cloud would be blown away, often revealing a beam of light piercing through the air. Sometimes that beam was the trajectory of an explosive light blade, sometimes it was a pure stream of particles, but whatever it was, it was the scythe of death to Goblin.

The monster held stardust in its hands and trod on raging fire, dismantling and setting ablaze all the goblin goblins along its path. The light grew increasingly dazzling until it could be seen even with eyes closed, the light shining through the eyelids and leaving a crimson mark on the retina, resembling the capillaries.

At this moment, he is misfortune, disaster. He is about to carve out a new path in Goblin's lair, with priceless metal materials and intricately crafted components—fragments from Goblin himself—under each brick.

"Where is your database?" Samuel instinctively felt that asking this might lead to a deeper misunderstanding from Beloff, but he had to figure it out.

Beloff, as expected, crossed his arms again, half-squinting, and said, "You can't take it with you. Did you see the platform under the 'kneeling statue' when you were outside? That's the database. And are you sure you can understand the Makanik's technological system?"

“I don’t understand.” Samuel shook his head.

As we all know, memory and comprehension are two different things.

Samuel couldn't even understand many aspects of Earth's technology, so how could he possibly understand the Makanic people's things across different knowledge systems? For example, in the Gaia universe, he just couldn't figure out how the people of the Alchemy Star made the instrument that could create black holes, throw a cannonball in and smash a planet across space, and even had the means to evaporate it.

That's a black hole!

How did that shell manage to teleport through space without being crushed inside first?

Just like the geological institute couldn't understand why an eyeball monster would grow out of a rocky mountain, their research reports could only be made up. Samuel wasn't good at making things up, so he chose to give up thinking.

If he could understand cutting-edge scientific research, would he still want to be a test pilot?

Just look at all the books he was forced to read! If he can fully understand and apply what he's learned to other situations, becoming a "foundational figure of the new generation" won't be a problem at all. While others are researching the lethality of light-based techniques, he can already explore atomic-level offensive methods from the perspective of high-energy physics!

But I just don't understand it!

He tossed the book to Daigo to study diligently. If Daigo could truly grasp the essence and internalize it, he would likely discover in their conversation that his senior was actually a memory genius who excelled at memorizing definitions, formulas, and theorems. However, if given a real problem to solve... perhaps he could solve the problem-setter faster than the problem itself.

Fortunately

The thing is, Daigo is still at the stage of "I recognize all the words, but I can't understand them when they're put together," while Samuel hasn't revealed his true abilities and still maintains his authority.

In short, Beloff is right; Samuel wouldn't have any use for the database.

But he always had a clear understanding of himself. The slime gave him millions of creditors, and he found himself very suitable for manual labor—in short, a high-level bricklayer.

"As long as the people at TPC can understand it, that's fine," he said.

Giant size isn't just for fighting; it can also be used for moving bricks.

Chapter 139 Rainbow Magic Realm

Delta Space Station has been quite busy lately.

The repairs to the parts damaged by the Reicuran aliens are nearing completion. What's really putting pressure on them are the early warning missions from deep space and the observation needs from the ground.

The former is an "alien spacecraft" that provides early warning of the vicinity of Mars' orbit, while the latter is an aid to the Victory Team and the Special Investigation Team in conducting joint space-ground exploration of the Lion's Nose Forest area.

"Don't be alarmed by anything strange that happens in this kind of strange magnetic field. Contact your teammates through PDI," Horii, the most intellectual member of the team, advised the others. "Maybe someone will just disappear and go to another time and space, like the legend of the Bermuda Triangle, where you might see them again in ten years."

As he described, the Victory Team was exploring the outskirts of the Lion's Nose Forest, and they had already discovered a world completely different from the outside.

rainbow.

How can a rainbow appear in a cloudless, clear sky?

When Lina spotted it, the Victory Team members also noticed that the surrounding scenery had changed. The mountain road had transformed into a dense forest, free from the noise of mosquitoes and the fluttering of birds, with only the faint sound of flowing water in the distance.

The world suddenly fell silent, as if all traces of life were fading away as they ventured deeper into the dense forest. The group cautiously explored, the oppressive silence growing ever more oppressive. Above them, feathery cirrus clouds slowly unfurled. Lina took a step forward, suddenly feeling her foot slip. She removed her shoe and looked down—it was a bare half-skull.

“There’s one here too!” Xincheng pointed his gun at a half-rotten tree root with a small pit in it. The group of men crowded around and shivered in unison.

This time it wasn't a skull, but a jawbone of some unknown creature—the last time Lina saw such a jaw was in a documentary about deep-sea fish. In the ocean, thousands of meters deep and perpetually dark, the competitive pressure caused by food shortages led those fish to evolve increasingly long and thin fangs, to the point that they looked like they had bushes of thorns growing in their mouths.