Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

The spaceship, which had half of its "body" probing into the abyss of the dimension, suddenly burst forth with a silvery glow.

Sadaharu Ikaruga noticed cracks appearing on the spaceship's hull, followed by a series of metallic crackling sounds.

Large amounts of black smoke flowed along the cracks into the void of another dimension, flashing with intense light that forced him to cover his eyes.

When the blinding light disappeared and they opened their eyes again, they saw only a silver giant holding a ball of light.

Behind the giant, where the spaceship had once stood, was now empty, leaving only a gigantic red maw slowly closing. Smoke curled around the giant and surged into the red abyss.

Chapter 102 My Wish (Bonus Chapter 4k)

The world fell silent.

It seems like I can't see anything at all.

A person, or rather, a creature that can be identified as humanoid, lies in the palm of my hand.

He lost half of his body, his jawbone exposed. But he is still alive, still alive.

A shattered sky, abyssal fissures, smoke and stench, dust and broken tiles.

Monsters, fighter jets, spaceships.

People gazing at the sky in the shelter, soldiers who disregard life and death on the battlefield.

Nothing matters anymore.

He gently cradled the person lying in his palm, helplessly and carefully transferring his own light to him.

The exposed jawbone opened and closed, and the person spoke with a slight lisp, but it was still understandable.

"That's great. I thought we wouldn't even be able to say a word to each other."

He could feel Estend's life energy being drained away like melting snow under the scorching sun, as if he were being embraced by death, which was insatiably absorbing his vibrant life.

...You're not allowed to die! You're not allowed to die! You're not allowed to die!

Where should we go to find more Yapool medicine? Where should we look for something to sustain his life? There's so much blood and fluid; he must be in so much pain. He's afraid of dying. Earthlings always say hell is dark and terrifying, but he has no friends in heaven either. He must be so lonely.

He looked like a tree trunk that had been half-burned and then soaked by rain. He hesitated for a long time when he transformed into an Earthling, he must have cared a lot about his image. He should have looked at himself sincerely with his brown eyes, whether he was lecturing, giving orders, or joking. He should have reached out and tapped his own head.

“Samuel, yes…”

"I don't like hearing this!"

Eistend paused, then flexed his muscles to form a smile. With half his jawbone exposed, the smile must have looked quite menacing.

“Then I won’t say it. I… I still have so much to teach you. I didn’t dare to say it before, and now I can’t say it all—I’m really an unqualified guide, in every sense.”

As the effects of the drug gradually wore off, Samuel's light, which had previously been able to maintain his form, could now only be seen irreversibly gushing blood from every wound, with life and soul escaping from every crevice.

Oh, right, Samuel remembers that Ultra Warriors can share their lives with others through fusion, so if they do that...

“I know what you’re thinking,” Estend raised his remaining hand, wisps of smoke seeping from beneath its charred exterior. “The Yapool people become nourishment for ‘aggregates of resentment’ after they die. Although I really don’t want it to be like this, I don’t think I can refuse.”

Smoke curled around his fingertips, and his consciousness was drawn away. It was a joy deep within his soul, the essence of the Yapool, urging him to quickly fulfill the long-cherished wish of his race—to become a member of the "aggregate of resentment" and witness the eternity of civilization.

"do not go."

His withered, twig-like fingers arched slightly as he bent his index and middle fingers as much as possible, tapping the palm of the man with his knuckles.

The guide tapped Fos-001's metal head.

In the distance, thick black fog seeped from the crevices of the abyss. If you have ever seen the tides roll back, then the scene of the black fog destroying the city is no different.

Everywhere and everywhere, the "remnants" of the Yabo people flowed into the rivers like tributaries, and the rivers poured into the sea.

Estend opened his mouth as if to say something, but his damaged vocal cords could no longer produce a sound.

The weight in my palm is getting lighter and lighter, and the smoke is getting more and more abundant.

The embers finally burned out.

Just as you can't grasp quicksand with your own fingers, you can't hold onto time with longing.

The "radiant messenger of poison" cannot grasp life.

The last wisps of smoke drifted from his palm; Samuel wanted to grasp them, yet feared his hand would scatter them. He could only think...

The bag, and he saw his own soul depart with it.

He saw a glimmer of golden light within the smoke.

Extremely fine specks of light, almost invisible without close inspection—though shrouded in smoke, they persistently emitted a faint glow, merging towards the billowing black mist rising into the sky.

Samuel stared at the speck of light, a sense of intimacy making it hard for him to look away.

"Fly, Samuel."

In a daze, he heard Estend's voice.

Fly, pure and awe-inspiring light!

Samuel moved.

He chased after the speck of light, rushing headlong into the billowing black mist!

……

On the battlefield of GUYS Japan, Lunatics fell screaming amidst the scorching flames of the Mebium bomb.

But Mebius felt no relief whatsoever.

He, like the GUYS team members, gazed solemnly at the sky, at the place where the black mist was gathering.

There, the dimensional gap devoured the "Yapool remains" that had gathered from all directions like a gluttonous beast, and a gigantic figure was faintly emerging.

"Gomora, Glomes, Runadix... Oh dear, so many individual remains. You guys are pretty good at defeating my super beast."

The resentful aggregate that had been "fed" was full of energy.

After defeating their opponent, the original and Jack reunited with Mebius. Before they could even rest, they saw the giant Yapool—a "gathering of resentment"—pass through the dimensional rift, easily shattering a piece of "sky" as if kicking away a roadblock, and then leisurely walking down.

Samuel followed, golden shards of light swirling around him before being carried by the smoke towards the enormous red figure.

"Ah, you're still alive?"

The aggregate of resentment turned around.

Samuel's survival means that the Seventh Research Institute, to which he entrusted his mission, failed, and some of them were among the gathered smoke and dust.

However, as the "embodiment of the eternal desire of the Yapools," the aggregate of resentment showed no regret for the deaths of its people, just as the individual Yapools did not care about their own deaths.

They don't have this concept.

Those who disregard their own life and death are naturally more likely to disregard others.

Therefore, the aggregate of resentment simply said in a matter-of-fact tone, "I still have to do it myself."

He noticed that the black markings on Samuel's body were no longer there, and laughed again: "Should I say you're all cut from the same cloth? You have no obligation to protect humanity, and you're just an unsuccessful 'work of art,' yet you act like the real thing."

He raised his left hand, and his immense psychic power almost solidified, with translucent ripples enveloping the blindingly bright figure before him.

Samuel felt as if his limbs were being restrained by an invisible hand. He subconsciously used his telekinesis to resist, and the pale blue crystal on his forehead shone brightly.

"Hmm..." The aggregate of resentment narrowed its eyes slightly. A "droplet" conveyed a simple message to it: "Your creator seems to have said that you are not good at telekinesis?"

Bloodlust swirled in the green-based, red-eyed creature's eyes, and the invisible giant hand suddenly intensified its force. If the monster's attacks were merely tormenting the body, the invisible giant hand was crushing the will.

Scattered cement fragments, carrying dust, hung suspended in mid-air under the influence of that powerful will.

"Hey! The watch face suddenly... Ughhhhh!"

The nearby Flying Wing was also affected, its instrument dials spinning wildly, like a mischievous child relentlessly teasing it.

The aircraft went out of control and plummeted rapidly. Aihara Ryu struggled to maintain his flight attitude so as not to enter a stall spin.

Samuel was pushed far away by that overwhelming force, the deserted streets were wiped clean, and two chasms replaced them.

After smashing through several buildings, the force applied to his body finally lessened. Samuel pushed forward with both hands, as if he were pushing against an invisible wall.

"Crack..." The sound of shattering glass rang out between his arms. He shouted and the forces binding him were finally freed.

The "aggregate of resentment" remained motionless, raising only its left hand, its red pupils meeting the milky white eyes.

The eight-part light wheel attacked from the side, and the giant Yapool was willing to move his body. He stepped to the side, raised his scythe-shaped right arm, and the crimson crescent-shaped light blade collided with the light wheel, exploding in mid-air with dazzling sparks.

"Thanks to your efforts, today's 'nourishment' is plentiful." The black mist surrounding the aggregate of resentment almost solidified into a physical form. Mebius stood between it and the crashing Wing. The black mist surged, and he saw countless faces that occasionally disappeared and reappeared within it—the faces of the Yapool.

Aihara Ryu climbed out of the Wing with a gloomy look on his face. Knowing that he would only be a burden if he stayed, he called for backup and turned to run away from the battlefield.

The aggregate of resentment turned its head and saw the humans who were evacuating. It chuckled and raised its hand to unleash a beam of light. As expected, Mebius erected a barrier behind the humans.

"You guessed it, rookie warrior." He had been secretly gathering his power and enveloped his opponent, but this time it wasn't as smooth as before. Jack's Ultra Spear came flying through the air, and he had to change his target and divert his attention to defend.

Mebius seized the opportunity, compressing the power of the flames in front of his chest into a raging fireball, the intense heat of which distorted the surrounding scenery.

"Drink up!" The fireball was launched, and even though it wasn't very close, the aggregate of resentment could clearly feel the hot air and high temperature inside. It might melt if it came into contact with it easily.

He leaped into the air, the fireball following him, but the first generation's instantaneous Specium Ray severed his path.

With no other option, he commanded a large amount of black mist to form a cocoon to protect himself.

The explosion of Mebium collided with the black mist, like a stone hitting gel. Although it splashed debris on the surface and the "gel" was also affected and churned, it could not penetrate the black mist, which was much tougher than it looked.

The "consumables" were used in large quantities, and the aggregate of resentment accelerated the rate at which it devoured the smoke.

At this moment, the tiny specks of light finally caught up with the "main body" into which they were about to merge, carried by the smoke.