Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

"There are six now," the operator said nervously.

"Fangte! Fangte!" the temporary commander, director of the Fourth Research Institute, shouted, "Come and see what your student has done!"

“As expected,” Fang Te’s reaction was quite indifferent. He walked over carrying a laser gun: “Tell me when you’re ready. I need to go and teach that good-for-nothing student a lesson.”

Upon hearing this, the director of the Fourth Research Institute looked him up and down: "You still call him 'student,' you don't still have expectations for him, do you?"

Fang Te stared at him expressionlessly: "You should still worry about your monster army. Eistand was one of the top students in his year of Arantar."

"The generational gap in civilization cannot be bridged by a top student, Fang Te."

"Oh, then good luck. My artwork is in very good condition and will help you."

Fangte brushed past them and led Omarment and the others toward the boarding gate.

The operator hesitated for a moment, then cautiously asked, "Excuse me, should we continue searching for the missing person...?"

“They know what it’s like to be a Yapool.” The director of the Fourth Research Institute stared at Fang Te’s back for a while, then shook his head and turned his attention back to his precious super beast.

……

"Do you know what a true Yaboite should do in this situation?"

GUYS Australia branch, by the sea.

The pungent wind stung my face.

Several men dressed in GUYS uniforms pointed guns at a middle-aged man who looked like a scholar.

Behind the shattered lens, the middle-aged man's eyes glowed with an eerie red. He grinned, revealing bloodshot teeth, and his unnaturally pale skin suggested that the body was in poor condition.

"Since you refuse to submit, then prepare for your demise, you ignorant, inferior beings."

The middle-aged man's body suddenly twitched and struggled like a suspended doll, thick black smoke billowing from his seven orifices. The black smoke circled several times before flying into the distant sky and disappearing in full view of everyone.

The waves gently lapped against the rocks, and the middle-aged man's body fell into the mud and sand like a tattered sack.

The team members rushed over to take him to the hospital, but when they touched his skin, they found that the temperature from their fingertips was as cold as a rock that had been blown through by the sea breeze.

Similar scenes have occurred around the world. After the local GUYS branch located the Yapool, the Yapool learned that the Sindzmoth deployment plan had failed. It let out a chilling laugh as it detached from its body and turned into black smoke and disappeared.

The same was true for Wataru Kawashima. The Yapool, whose spirit was extremely weakened by the continuous electric shocks, no longer had the power to extinguish Wataru Kawashima's consciousness. In desperation, he laughed and detached from his body, but did not reveal his true form as Yapool. Only wisps of black smoke rose and disappeared without a trace.

Sadaharu Ikaruga and Marina Kazama, who had been called to stand guard, frowned and looked at Estend along with Keigo Yamamuro.

Eisted stared silently as the plume of black smoke completely dissipated before sighing and explaining, "When the Yapool people die, they become part of an aggregate of resentment."

"A collection of resentment?" Marina Kazama asked.

“That is the Yapool’s ‘proof of immortality’.” Estend looked down and saw that Kawashima’s breathing was gradually becoming steady, and his tense expression finally relaxed a little.

"That's what they say in Alantar: the demise of the individual is the cornerstone of the collective's strength, the ladder to an immortal civilization—an eternally powerful and immortal civilization. That is the ultimate pursuit of the Yapol people."

"Where does an immortal civilization come from?" Keigo Yamamuro shook his head and laughed. "The path of pursuing eternity."

It's very dangerous; a moment's carelessness and you'll stray from your original intention. Perhaps you, as a Yapool, feel this even more acutely?

Estend lowered his head, recalling his parent star, which had been suspended in the void of vacuum, exhausted its fuel, and become a brown dwarf.

Strictly speaking, for a civilization like the Yapools that spans galaxies, there is no such thing as a home planet, let alone a parent star. However, they still use the timeline of their home planet to keep track of years and send young individuals to live on that planet.

The place was no longer suitable for life to grow, but the Yabo people still spent a lot of materials to build a "nursery city".

Is it nostalgia? Or is it a reminder to the species not to forget the fear of the day their mother star went out?

Even the longest-lived stars eventually grow old. The Yapools are lucky; at least their home planet wasn't swallowed up by its own aging and expanding star, so they can still leave behind a place in the dark universe that serves as a memorial.

The ancient Yapo people left their home star system and embarked on a journey of wandering among the stars.

They developed into a powerful civilization spanning galaxies, but also went further and further down the mad path of pursuing eternal power.

The "Grievance Aggregate" is an object embodying the eternal wishes of the Yapool. In the battle against Ace, the Yapool lost many individuals, but gained the key to "immortality".

The "resentment" or "curse" of being defeated by the Ultra Warriors became the best catalyst for the "resentment aggregate" to come together.

Therefore, the Yapool who possessed Kawashima left with a smile. He firmly believed that his death was just another beginning, and as part of the "aggregate of resentment," he would continue to contribute his power to the Yapool.

“Chief Engineer Yamamuro,” Estender suddenly said.

"Hmm?" Keigo Yamamuro had already turned back to continue assigning tasks.

From behind him, a "fallen Yapool" mingling with humans, said, "I don't want to die."

"Pfft, hahaha, Kanade, no matter how dangerous the situation is, we'll go first." Ikaruga Sadaharu confirmed that Kawashima Wataru's vital signs were stable and was about to go back with Kazama Marina when he heard the alien's cowardly remarks.

He couldn't help but laugh and comforted her repeatedly: "Whatever happens, we, the dedicated team, will handle it. You just need to provide more technical support, my friend. Don't say anything discouraging."

“Hold on a little longer,” Yamamuro Keigo took the coffee from Arai Aoi and handed it to Estend. “We are the shield of the civilians. If we want to protect them well, the shield cannot be easily worn down. — Put your wandering thoughts to heart, none of us will die.”

Author's Note + Bounty

Tomorrow at dawn.

Although the limit of human beings is 4k, I've decided to stop being human.

I'm prepared to plunge this book into the Mariana Trench. Thank you to all the readers who have made it this far, thank you to the editor Guiyuan for saving me, and thank you to the big shots in the book-buying group for their comfort and mutual help.

In any case, those who have survived the previous brutal and slow-burning parts and made it this far are truly brave.

I'm just too bad at this game, sob sob...

The Mebius volume is nearing its end; the next volume will be Nexus.

The current outline will definitely include Gaia, Tiga, and the New Generation (tentatively planned as a hybrid universe). Of course, I might also tear up the outline...

A friend asked me why I wrote such a depressing book.

I'm thinking I want to write something that I'd be willing to read myself.

There are still many untold stories about Samuel, and I'm willing to keep writing them.

Who doesn't write fanfiction because of true love?

whispering:

Zeta's design for that old black skull sword is so suffocating. Wouldn't she get killed if she pulled it out in front of Riku?

But when I heard it was a unique sword that could tell Ultraman jokes, ah, I couldn't help but be tempted.

……

Given the low number of people who have collected this content, I think it wouldn't be a problem for me to quietly open a bounty.

5000赏+1更，50刀+1更，50月票+1更，400推荐+1更。

It will last for a week, with no upper limit.

The settlement will be made at midnight next Friday, and I figure I shouldn't owe anything.

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Chapter 92 Welcome to Earth!

When I'm bored, it always feels like the days are endless, the sun moves too slowly, and the warmth on my skin makes me feel lazy. Sleepiness grows wildly like mushrooms after the rain.

The time for waiting to make a choice is always very short, so short that it passes in the blink of an eye, and many people do not seriously think about the future.

The Yabo people arrived as scheduled.

"Space distortion detected! Coordinates E047, S152, elevation 2108!"

"Dimensional area limiter ready! Observer, don't overlook any details, report the intrusion situation in real time!"

Like a whale's low cry in the deep sea, an unknown behemoth opens its eyes through the cracks of chaos.

The sky shattered like porcelain shards.

The machinery roared to life, and steel wings soared through the sky. Citizens looked up in awe, never having witnessed such a sight as almost the entire GUYS force.

Then came the evacuation broadcasts I'd heard countless times since the monster outbreak began—a sound that was commonplace for Japan.

This was the first time such an event had occurred in a country that rarely encountered monsters.

The people there were inevitably thrown into a panic, especially when the giant beasts with fangs and claws, clad in armor, easily tore through the sky and flew over the city.

A massive influx of people surged toward the pre-announced shelter.

Those maintaining order kept a close watch on the crowd, ready to push through the throng to rescue anyone who fell in the event of a stampede.

He himself was drenched in sweat, ordering himself to stay at his post and not desert, while mentally recalling any omissions in the letter:

Perhaps I should remind my wife to keep in touch with the teachers and try to get our child into a better school; I should also persuade our child to listen to his mother more, eat less sweets, and spend more time with his friends, even something as simple as catching dragonflies is better than burying himself in front of the TV.

We need to persuade our elderly father not to act like a child. He's been eating my mother's food for decades, and it's not good for him to become more picky as he gets older... If he's lucky enough to come back, he should learn to cook. We absolutely cannot let my mother get tired.

"Waaah—Mommy!" A toddler only glanced at the monster before burying himself in an adult's arms and wailing.

The mother gently patted his back, trying to shrink herself into the crowd, making herself into a small "nest" where her child could feel safe.

"Don't cry, don't cry," she tried to steady her voice, hoping to give the child comfort: "We'll be at the shelter soon. There are many older brothers and sisters there. You just need to stay for a few days, and once those ugly big guys are gone, you can come back."

Above the crowded crowds are fighter jets that have just taken off.