Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

It's like sodium metal coming into contact with water.

Unnoticed specks of light mixed into the black "gel," yet easily stirred up towering waves.

Perhaps it was because the iron ball, which was close to its melting point, was thrown into the butter that the outside of the supposedly safe cocoon really "boiled up." To put it more simply, it was like shaking the Coke bottle up and down before opening it. Once unsealed, the restless bubbles rushed out of the container along with the sugar water.

Unaware of its surroundings, the light penetrated deeper, like a clumsy catfish disturbing a school of sardines that was gathering and resting.

……

Consciousness should have dissipated.

Estend could no longer feel his hands, feet, heartbeat, or even breathing.

But he sees the world from a unique perspective.

The echoes of my childhood conversations with my parents resonated in my ears, and scenes of my time with them flashed before my eyes—as did Grandpa Gurdas and Grandma Sertia.

Ed, you shouldn't have come here.

He thought he heard his mother's voice.

Where are they?

The golden shards of light turned a corner and followed the source of the sound.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!!"

Outside, the cocoon collapsed, the boiled silk threads easily drifted away, and the smoke returned to a disordered state under this force, like the tentacles of a sea anemone stretching wildly in the sea.

The aggregate of resentment discovered the infiltrated "alien" and prepared to mobilize its power to eliminate this intruder.

Samuel also spotted it. Seeing the light fragments being wrapped in layers of black mist, he rushed into the "anemone tentacles." The smoke seemed to hit him weakly, but it made a "sizzling" sound like acid corroding.

The pain of having one's strength eroded feels all too familiar.

The aggregate of resentment recalled a nearly identical experience on Earth many years ago, the same one that happened to Ace, and the same one to this rookie warrior!

And the source of this...

Golden light shards surged against the enemy's body, and the ever-watchful Ultra Warriors, of course, wouldn't miss the opportunity. Four beams of light simultaneously sliced ​​through the black mist, thoroughly washing away and eroding the target's body.

Beset by internal and external troubles, the skin of the materialized resentment aggregate began to blur, and it stared with scarlet eyes at the figure that was bombarding it with timer beams.

That work deserves to be reworked!

No, it shouldn't be recycled; it should disappear! Tear it apart! Use it to feed the most failed monster modifications! Or erode its will and lock it away at the bottom forever as an energy source!

The source of the black mist moved, and everyone present heard its roar.

"You—the district, the district, the creator!"

The object, constantly emitting black smoke, moved against the flow of light, but the other party did not flee as expected.

The moment the black smoke swirled up, he spread his arms wide to activate the timer's beam, embracing the raging black smoke as if he were embracing a long-lost comrade.

Silver flames and black smoke scorched each other, while three streams of light continuously cut into the aggregate of resentment from behind.

The aggregate of resentment was stunned for a moment by his actions. Although it did not understand his motives, the aggregate of resentment realized in the next second that its best option was to use the interdimensional portal to escape. No matter how much, it needed to preserve its power.

And this damned Yapoolian artifact that completely misunderstands its own position...

Black smoke propelled the giant into the sky, smashing open a perfectly intact "fragment".

The crimson abyss awaited its monarch as promised. The monarch immediately gave the order, and the space that had been empty and calm for years began to boil, like a whirlpool where ocean currents meet, or a storm surge stirred up by the strongest typhoon raging across the sea.

Samuel had the opportunity to push away the aggregate of resentment and slip away.

But instead, he hugged the other person even tighter, as if afraid that the thing emitting black smoke would slip away at any moment.

Space shattered, and a storm from another dimension sliced ​​through his body. Countless light particles were licked and stolen by the sharp blades, but Samuel didn't care.

The silver giant endured the scorching heat, channeling all available energy into his arm and wielding his palm like a knife, finally managing to cut into the shell of the aggregate of resentment.

He focused his mind, sensing the faint point of light—it was Estend's soul, resonating with him deep within this aggregate of resentment!

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

Samuel muttered to himself as his silver arm pierced through the scorching smoke and grasped the faint light.

Estend couldn't see anything, but he felt the cold water around him suddenly warm up.

It felt like stepping back into a quiet and peaceful little house on our home planet many years ago.

His father pointed out unique minerals from all over the universe to him, while his mother told him to water the alien plants with less nutrient solution so as not to kill them.

Are you dreaming?

In a daze, I seemed to hear Samuel's laughter.

Black smoke and the giant crashed into the abyss. Mebius lowered his hand, which had been releasing the beam, and a split second before the smoke was completely engulfed in the abyss, he saw a silver orb of light emerge from the gap, arcing as if it had been thrown by something.

It fell high into the air.

Jack stepped forward and caught it, only to find a single golden shard inside that was easily overlooked if one did not look closely.

You won't die.

Mebius looked up and saw a giant's milky-white eyes staring at him from behind the black smoke.

The giant nodded to them, and the next second he was swept into nothingness.

Light particles floated quietly in the small space.

Postscript: A letter to the unknown you

Samuel:

I was so happy to see you back, so I finally decided to write this letter. The Mefilas aliens also came, and time was tight, so I couldn't explain everything in detail. I apologize in advance.

I will seal this letter deep within the GUYS internal network, so you will eventually see it. Because I don't even know if I will survive.

Actually... well, let me put it this way, my strength alone is too small. Even knowing that the path of warmongering is unsustainable, I can only watch as my teachers and the others go further and further down a road of no return, and there's nothing I can do.

I still call him "teacher" because, from the perspective of the Yabo people, or rather, from the perspective of Yabo people's values, the teacher is the most qualified member of the tribe. That's why—if I fell into his hands, I would definitely never see you again.

As a Yapool, I am a traitor, while to Earthlings, I am a descendant of invaders. Sometimes I don't even know what I'm doing. With the willful thought of "not wanting to see them disappear," I handed over Yapool technology to Earthlings.

To be honest, I'm terrified. Could humanity also go astray in its pursuit of "power"? The technology hidden in my terminal might become the key to unlocking Pandora's box.

Fortunately, they seem different from the Yapool who have fallen into madness. With the Land of Light as their guide, at least they won't become a civilization obsessed with expansion and aggression.

Oh, Samuel, if you see this, remember to check on the flowers I'm growing in my dorm. They're a "Starfall Rose" given to me by Mrs. Springfield. They're really hard to grow. I've been carefully cultivating them for days following her instructions. It's perfectly normal that she's having trouble graduating because of these flowers.

I can't explain everything else in this letter, such as how you should interact with Earthlings. In short, remember to observe more.

I have always believed that showing kindness to others is like sowing tiny seeds. Even if some seeds cannot survive, many more will eventually blossom.

That's enough for now, I need to go check on the Silver Shark Cannon's testing.

Samuel, if we ever meet again, please tell me your name.

It must not be the Yapools who gave you that name—I want to know your true name as the light.

Aiba Kanade

Side Story 1: Mao's Journal

A new beginning, so it's best to get a new notebook.

The terrible days are finally over. Honestly, I thought I could finally take a break once the sky was fixed.

Then another guy came along claiming to be an emperor.

Does he think his robots are free?! He even destroyed the sun!

The Kuzukawa shelter was almost blown up, but luckily an alien with a knife saved us.

Hmm... he's quite handsome too. The way he cleaved a robot in two blows looks especially like a samurai!

Of course, Mebius is still both handsome and cute! (Ignore that idiot Sora who says handsome and cute aren't the same thing.) He's cute normally, and he's handsome in his final form! No problem with that.

...After saying all that, the crisis is clearly over, so why hasn't Yu returned yet? Could it be that, like what Crow Sora said, he doesn't want to stay with the rescue team anymore and has gone back to join the underworld?

We saw Zou last time, and we wanted to visit him at the research institute yesterday, but he said he wasn't there either. What bad luck! Maybe he didn't do a tarot reading before he left... We'll try visiting him again next time.

I've already figured out how to praise him: When you were fighting that emperor, the Silver Shark Cannons fired in unison, turning the night into day. The stuff you guys made is absolutely awesome!

Sigh, I hope we can meet again next time.

Nobody eats wasabi potato chips, and it's not sustainable to keep tricking newbies into buying them. They're too afraid to accept our chips anymore, you idiot, Crow Sky! It's all their fault for changing the packaging of wasabi and original flavors to fool people.

Lu Dou has been acting strangely lately. Ah, he just saved his sister once, and now their relationship has improved... Why is he constantly bothering She with questions? Who was the one who said they didn't get along and didn't want to talk before?

The captain is the best; his refrigerator is fantastic.

...Speaking of which, the period of frequent monster appearances is over, and it feels a bit strange to suddenly have so much free time. (I hope the captain won't use this opportunity to give us extra training? I'll just skip that part; I want to enjoy this comfortable period a few more days.)

Deputy Captain Kobayashi also seemed very busy, saying he was preparing to join the defense force and was currently submitting his application materials for review.

No matter how hard I try, having my dad as my boss is still too scary. Changing places is good too—if he passes the exam, we'll have one more pilot. I'll be so jealous of that idiot, Crow Sky, hahaha.

Oh, I almost forgot, I need to check out some tourist information about Okinawa. I can't go without doing my homework for my first time; if Crow Sora were the tour guide, I'd definitely be led astray.

I weighed myself today and found I've gained two pounds compared to last week, but it's not very noticeable when I'm wearing a skirt. If you can't tell, it's not a big problem... I'll lose weight after I finish eating.

Side Story 2: Ed's Diary

Here's the problem: I've embedded something deep within the system's network and protected it layer by layer, making it airtight, but now I can't delete it.