Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

I'm back... Shouldn't I have gone back to Planet Yabo?

"Child, you're back."

This time, the sound truly appeared directly in my mind.

The dull, milky-white eyes flickered for a moment, then dimmed again.

Suddenly, rapidly changing images flashed through my mind:

The rain seemed endless, the sky and ground were gloomy, and the clouds looked incredibly heavy.

The sky was filled with dazzling rainbow lights.

Collapsed buildings, lava, volcanoes, meteorites.

Countless images flashed before his eyes, but he couldn't see anything clearly, yet he vaguely remembered something.

"Fos-001, the first light particle life form created by the Yapools."

The voices of the "residents" shattered the images, and the gentle, echoing voices turned into indistinct hissing sounds.

The image in my mind shifted, leaving only the research room bathed in a faint silver light, the lead-gray metal walls, and the busy figures of a group of Yabo people coming and going.

A Yabo man liked to stare at him blankly.

A Yabo man liked to give lectures in a loud voice, and when he spoke, most people listened attentively without saying a word.

There were also some unfamiliar Yabo people who liked to come closer and talk about something.

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The rate of natural energy recovery is fluctuating and will be reassessed.

"What?" On the other side, Fang Te, who was still looking at the data, suddenly looked up when he heard the voice of the mechanical armor.

Estend opened his mouth in surprise as well. He pulled up the real-time data feedback and said, "The speed of natural energy recovery has increased! This data hadn't changed before; I thought it was fixed!"

“It might be related to the activity of light particles. Although this data had increased before, the natural energy recovery rate did not change at that time, but... I trust my intuition,” Fang walked to Estend’s side and scrolled down the long data table: “That’s right! Look, the activity of light particles has increased by 32.46% compared to the normal value! An unprecedented peak! Suffer, I’m really falling more and more in love with this treasure land. Do you know what this tells us?”

Estend held his breath, waiting for the teacher's answer.

"Fos-001 might be upgradable!" Fang Te opened his arms as if to embrace the sky: "As long as we can maintain the activity of its light particles and give its various abilities targeted training, since it almost exhausted its energy just now, its energy recovery speed has naturally increased. Then we can try other things next—it's not what we think it is, something with pre-set data after leaving the factory, but a truly upgradable biological weapon!"

Chapter Seven: Arantar

The M17 Nebula contains star number 168385 and the 6th planet.

This planet is neither too close nor too far from its parent star. It has a high silicon content in its outer shell, its geological activity has ceased, and its crust is very stable. Although it is far from the main star and a jump would be costly, it is far enough away that there are not many idle people visiting it. Therefore, Fangte chose it as the base of the research institute.

After spending some time at the testing grounds on Suffer, Font returned and handed over the remaining testing work to Estend and Omarment. He then used the real-time data and the small light sphere samples previously extracted from Fos-001 to lead the team in some analysis.

Recent data suggests that his biological weapon is ready for its first combat test.

“It’s about time,” Fang said. “I wonder how it compares to the work of the Second Research Institute, Belokorn… I really want to sew that disgusting director’s mouth shut.”

“He is the pillar of the Yabo people, I can pretend I didn’t hear what you just said,” Kenway laughed on the screen.

Fang Te snorted: "A heretic who only knows how to misuse missiles, he doesn't understand the beauty of light weapons at all."

“Fortunately, you won’t see him for a while, otherwise I would have informed the Security Department,” Kenway said. “The Second Research Institute has run into some trouble. They just had the Transportation Department send a large amount of unbudgeted materials over there—maybe the missile depot has been blown up. Now the modification of Belokern has stalled. They’ve been removed from the joint force organization for the M16 Nebula.”

"This is our opportunity at the 7th Research Institute," Fang Te thought, imagining the 2nd Research Institute director probably in a state of utter chaos. He couldn't help but laugh out loud. "I will let the headquarters know that their investment will not be in vain, and I will also make His Majesty the Emperor recognize our capabilities. The weapons we manufacture are far superior to the rabble that the Mefilas aliens have gathered!"

He couldn't help but imagine: first, the spaceship force would invade and destroy; then Fos-001 would descend in a sacred manner, igniting hope in those inferior civilizations; then, with the most beautiful stream of light in the universe, it would send the prelude to their doom, the terror born from the burning out of hope.

Fear and despair will become the Yabo people's greatest source of strength.

This is Fangte's aesthetics.

“Don’t forget the time for the joint forces to assemble,” Kenway interrupted his reverie. “I will prepare an extra energy tank at the assembly point, with the extraction code ‘Alantar,’ as a gift for the first factory test of your creation.”

“Alantar, you’re still thinking about those classmates?” Fangte, whose train of thought had been interrupted, wasn’t angry at all. Instead, he sighed and followed up on Fangte’s words, “There aren’t many left, except for those who are staying at the university to take care of the elderly.”

Kenway just kept smiling, but he said something that made people feel down: "The vast majority of them died on the journey of conquest... I remember the best performer, Grudas, died on the third planet of the solar system, Earth. He accomplished the feat of reviving the super beasts, but he failed to achieve victory."

Fang Te was also reminded of bad memories, and his voice became much lower: "Kenway, we were all bad students in class back then. Sometimes I wonder why it is only bad students like us who live longer than those outstanding students. When he went to Earth, I was thinking that when he came back I would apologize to him no matter what. I shouldn't have picked a fight with him at the research meeting."

“The Space Garrison of the Land of Light, Taro, I’ve always remembered that name,” Foton said. “The Strium Ray, the light of the stars. Back then, when I was still lost, I found my goal: to defeat the Space Garrison with the weapons I developed. They blew up our spaceship, so I dismantled them into specimens! I made them stay in nutrient tanks, just like those experimental subjects, supplying us with fear energy day and night.”

"Okay, I thought you wouldn't insist on these things anymore after so long."

"This is what motivates my research!"

"So you actually copied them and created Fos-001, I thought you had already..."

"I hate the cosmic police, but I can still appreciate the beauty of light streams destroying everything!" Fang Te waved his arms vigorously, as if giving a speech: "Giants of light, our enemies, yet in countless dreams I still dream of their powerful and beautiful fighting figures. The light they embody contains the most unforgettable scenery in the entire universe. I have found inspiration for countless light weapons in them!"

"No, you've done it again..."

"If I can defeat them, it will mean that my work has surpassed theirs, and everything in my dreams will usher in a new era! Fos-001 is such a work! I know its potential! Just wait and see, Kenway, the M16 Nebula will be its stage to show its power, and after a few more adjustments and tests, we can assign it to Earth... Yes, that place favored by the Space Garrison, I will defeat them there!"

“I shouldn’t have brought this up. You never stop talking about those space police,” Kenway raised his voice, finally making Fos-001 stop talking for a moment. “Good luck. I will continue to try to get you extra supplies so that Fos-001 can have more energy to squander.”

Without waiting for Fang's special thanks, Kenway pressed the button to end the communication. With a crisp "beep," the screen exited the communication page and returned to his familiar main interface.

“…I haven’t said enough yet,” Fang Te clicked his tongue. “Alright, I’ll save it for next time.”

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Meanwhile, Eistend and his "followers" were once again lost in thought under the boundless starry sky. Occasionally, a shooting star would fall, leaving a burning trail in its wake.

After Fos-001 was safely "shipped," Eistend had plenty of time to do what he liked—tending to alien plants and daydreaming.

Before, he would stand alone facing the sky, gazing towards his distant home planet, longing for the quiet, warm old house beneath the rainbow, and for the person who had created that warmth for him.

Now he has the institute's most valuable "asset" by his side, who is not very bright. Fortunately, the "asset" does not like to talk and will not chatter endlessly like the old man in the maintenance department who likes to work while banging on things.

“Fos-001, we are about to set off,” Estend said.

He looked up at the sky that had finally been revealed after the clouds had briefly dispersed, where the stars were vast and the M16 Nebula was shimmering with mesmerizing iridescent light.

“That’s our destination, a young nebula where countless stars are born and countless lives are nurtured,” Estend said, pointing to the nebula and turning to Fos-001, which was also looking up. “That will be your new starting point.”

"A new beginning?" Fos-001 began to analyze the meaning of this sentence.

“This is also my starting point,” Estend said. “It means I’ve rid myself of them—my ‘deserter’ parents, who never participated in the conquest but died on their way out to observe. And now, I’m going to expand the territory for His Majesty the Dark Emperor.”

Fos-001 nodded, puzzled: "Are you going to find alien plants?"

"..." This idiot with a blockhead, ever since he said last time that he could grow some alien plants, he thought that all his research and observations about aliens were for the sake of alien plants.

After a moment of silence, Eistend sighed again: "We're going to 'conquer,' okay, you don't understand, but anyway, it's a job that earns us merits."

"The star M16 is still very young. Even if a civilization could arise there, it wouldn't be a highly advanced one—perfect for newcomers to gain experience. This war..."

"In this, I will receive my first honor after graduation."

"War? Ah...we're going to use weapons? Then all your alien plants will die." Fos-001's focus made Eistend so angry that he smacked him on the head.

“It is indeed a pity, but... there’s nothing we can do about it! You idiot, you metal lump!” Estend smacked Fos-001’s head repeatedly. “This metal shell is really… why do you always find topics to discuss in the details! I really don’t know what those researchers have put into your head.”

Fos-001 responded a little slowly: "Hitting the outside may cause some damage to the mechanical armor."

"Clang—!" The hand that was pounding on the thick, sturdy armor suddenly exerted force, and Eistend's expression changed. He covered his knuckles, which were probably about to swell.

“What a buzzkill,” Estend cursed. “Annoying lightbulb eyes.”

His annoying, bulbous eyes were staring at his fingers.

"I'm fine!" Estend said quickly, shifting his position to get away from the lump of metal. "You don't need to worry about me!"

Chapter Eight: Light and Glory

"They call it a joint force expedition, but it looks more like a joint exercise to me..." Omarment glanced at the hordes of Dada ships that were looming on his flanks and let out a disdainful snort.

"These are the minions of the Mefilas aliens, a bunch of rabble." Fangte also looked down on the Allied Forces' allies.

Look at them! Their spaceships have absolutely no aesthetic sense befitting a higher civilization. How could their appearance possibly instill fear in a lower civilization? They don't even have the presence to inspire awe. Forming an alliance with them would be the most foolish decision imaginable.

[Attention all units, joint forces are about to depart.]

Synthesized mechanical voices provided commands to all the spaceships gathered there.

[For the glorious Dark Universe Emperor!]

"Yo ha ha ha—" The Dadas laughed excitedly and took the lead in piloting their spaceships toward their respective designated targets.

Eistend looked at the numerous friendly signals scattering around him and scratched his head: "Isn't the assembly time still up? They're already gone?"

Fang Te remained calm and continued to sit there, saying, "We are different from those ignorant monkeys; our discipline is much higher than theirs."

"A monkey?" Estend asked.

"Yinhe is a type of life form on the third planet of the solar system."

"Oh...that monkey, doesn't it look a lot like the Dadas?"

"They are only worthy of being compared to the lowest-level creatures in a low-level civilization."

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The spaceship hovered over the unsuspecting city.