please call me the magenta devil

Chapter 881. The Benevolent Driver Get Daze!

Zero-Three's emerald-green compound eyes, flashing with cold data, looked down at the slumped Sakurai Yuto. Its voice was flat, yet pierced reality like a cold blade:
"...Kindness...no, Yuto Sakurai. We predicted the future you will live in. Do you know who caused this wasteful future to be born?"

Yuto Sakurai's fingers trembled slightly from exhaustion. He struggled to lift his head, a clear trace of blood remaining at the corner of his mouth. Zero-Three's words were like a boulder thrown into stagnant water, confirming the terrifying suspicions that had long festered in his heart. A flicker of understanding and pain flashed in his eyes as he responded hoarsely:

"Uh...is it out of goodwill?"

This is more like a bitter sigh than a question.

Zero-Three's body leaned slightly forward, creating an invisible sense of oppression. Its arm armor rose, flashing with a dangerous signal light, pointing towards the Goodwill Driver that had fallen not far from Sakurai Yuto and was emitting a faint afterglow, making a grasping motion in the air, as if to completely extinguish the source of that danger.

"Yes, it's nothing else, it's the power you're using right now. Everything started with good intentions, so this power shouldn't exist!"

The cold assertion echoed in the air.

Beside him, the future Yuuto Sakurai removed his weathered red Zero-Nos Zero-Form armor, revealing his weathered yet resolute face. He silently walked to his younger self and to Tensei Shi, who had always been by his side. The younger Yuuto Sakurai's expression was complex; he had been completely out of control during the battle, and his mind was now in turmoil. Yena, having deactivated her glamorous survival form, also approached, her face a mixture of worry and heaviness.

Looking at the dangerous driver, the future Yuto Sakurai spoke in a low voice, tinged with a worldly-wise compassion:
“Extreme forces, no matter what banner they fly, will eventually get out of control.”

Yena's gaze was fixed on the Benevolent Driver, her pearly teeth gently biting her lower lip as she softly repeated the last words of Yuuto's future words, as if chewing on this cruel truth:
"Justice out of control?"

A sudden, joyful exclamation broke the somber mood. Tianjin Gai clapped his hands and slowly walked from the edge of the battlefield, his face beaming with a triumphant smile of success.

"Oh, well done, Zero-Three, Yuto Sakurai, and this beautiful lady."

He was clearly extremely satisfied with the outcome; this benevolent defeat was exactly the end point of his Outsider plan that he had hoped for.

However, upon hearing Zero's voice, Yuto Sakurai, who was lying on the ground, wore an expression of "I knew it." He forcefully wiped away the blood that had seeped from the corner of his mouth again with the back of his hand, struggling to get up, his movements slow but unusually determined.

Zero-Three's compound eyes keenly captured the moment Sakurai Yuto gave up resisting. It turned to Yuto, its cold, electronic voice carrying a tone of confirmation:
"You noticed? That's why you deliberately let yourself be knocked down."

The future Yuuto Sakurai and Yennefer also turned their gazes to him. Although they did not speak again, the questions in their eyes were self-evident.

Yuto Sakurai met their gazes without denying it. He took a deep breath, used all his strength to prop himself up, and finally stood upright. He slowly opened his clenched fist, revealing a card in his palm shimmering with strange spatial ripples—the [Dimensional Goodwill Card]! This was the key to his plan.

"Yes, I will throw this benevolent power into the dimensional rift before it falls into the hands of others." His voice was weak, but it was full of a do-or-die determination.

Just then, Joseph Rando, dressed in an Outsider's uniform, slowly walked up to Gai Amatsu. Gai Amatsu glanced at his trusted subordinate, a victor's smile still on his face, completely unaware of the sinister grin that appeared on Joseph Rando's face—a grin utterly contrary to his own personality.

Tianjin Gai, in high spirits, stood with his hands behind his back and said to "Joseph Rando":
"You've come at the right time. The Outsider Project has finally come to fruition."

Joseph Random's lips curled into an even wider, more chilling arc, and his voice suddenly changed:
"No, this plan is not over yet."

The strange answer and tone of voice instantly froze the smile on Tianjin Gai's face. He turned around abruptly, a strong sense of unease washing over him:

"What did you say?"

This was definitely not the Joseph Randon he knew! The plan had gone horribly wrong!

Joseph Rando no longer concealed his true intentions! He moved with lightning speed, his strong arms grabbing the unsuspecting Gai Amatsu's thigh and arm, using his explosive power to hoist the eternally 24-year-old president's entire body over his shoulder! Then, to everyone's astonishment, he executed a standard, brutal professional wrestling move—slamming Gai Amatsu down from the air like a broken sack, his spine and the back of his head slamming heavily onto the solid ground!

"Ugh!!!"

A piercing crash was accompanied by a muffled thud as if bones might have dislocated! Tianjin Gaikou let out a pained howl that sounded inhuman. His meticulously maintained face instantly contorted into a mask of extreme agony. Lying on the ground, he could only groan intermittently and plaintively. His supposedly 24-year-old "old back" seemed to be truly on its last legs.

This sudden turn of events instantly drew everyone's attention away from the Goodwill Driver! Sakurai Yuuto, the future Yuuto, Yana, Zero-Three, the young Yuuto, and Tianjin Shi—all their eyes were fixed on "Joseph Rando," who had suddenly launched an attack.

Only Zero-Three's compound eyes flashed with high-speed scanning and analysis blue light, its internal warning system blaring frantically. It had previously detected a residual energy signal during the last operation, perfectly matching the entity before it! It issued a chilling alarm:
"You're not Joseph Rando?" "Joseph Rando"—or rather, the one possessing his body—wears a signature crooked smile, brimming with mockery. Ignoring the groaning Gai Amatsu, he reaches into the four-dimensional anus and pulls out the driver symbolizing destruction—the Evol Driver! Then, he takes out a bottle emitting a deep purple light, bearing a huge "X" mark—the X-End Evolution Bottle!

"Evol Driver!"

The drive unit was pressed against the waist, and the belt instantly extended and secured!

"Next Phase (Innovation Phase)!"

Without hesitation, he inserted the X-End Evolution Bottle into the Driver Core Slot, gripped the Driver's joystick tightly with his right hand, and shook it violently with a nonchalant yet powerful posture!

"Evol X! Are You Ready?"

A dazzling golden data gear materialized out of thin air, spinning rapidly around his body! A brilliant star map intertwined and rotated, reflecting the illusion of a deep universe! Space around him twisted violently!

"Henshin (Transformation)!"

As the joystick, signaling completion, rotated back—

"The Cobra Boy, a venomous dragon and snake! Evol X (Unknown Evol)! Terrifying—Super—Terrifying!"

Amidst a strange, complex sound effect, golden light shone, and the iconic red, gold, and black tricolor, with an even more destructive aesthetic, evolved form instantly donned its attire! That familiar voice, filled with mockery and arrogance, belonged to the vampire king—Ebert!
The brand-new rider—Kamen Rider Evol X—gave the astonished crowd a slightly exaggerated yet elegant gentleman's bow:
"I am Kamen Rider Unknown Form Evol X. Please take care of me from now on."

Zero-Three reacted instantly, crossing his metal arms in front of his chest, striking the classic defensive starting stance reminiscent of V3, his data stream rapidly analyzing his opponent:

"Has it been parasitized by a cosmic life form?"

However, Evol X – Ebert – wasn't paying any attention to Zero-Three. His compound eyes, gleaming with a dangerous light, were fixed on the [Dimensional Goodwill Card] clutched tightly in Sakurai Yuto's hand, as if it had locked onto its prey!
The next instant, space was torn apart! Ebert's figure left a blurry afterimage in place, and his true form appeared in front of Sakurai Yuto, who had just lost his footing, as if by teleportation! Without any unnecessary movements, his fist, covered in hard armor, whistled through the air and slammed into Sakurai Yuto's abdomen with precision and ferocity!

"Ugh!"

The excruciating pain from the blow to his abdomen caused Yuto Sakurai's vision to go black. His body arched like a shrimp, all his strength drained away in an instant, and his fingers, which were tightly gripping the card, unconsciously loosened.

Ebert casually reached out, and with a flick of two fingers, the crucial card carrying dangerous power landed in his palm. He looked at the card, which shimmered with spatial fluctuations, his voice filled with amusement:
"Such an interesting toy, it would be a shame not to play with it!"

Sakurai Yuto's eyes widened in horror as he suppressed the spasms in his abdomen and the nausea churning within him, letting out a desperate and furious roar:

Give me back that card!

Ebert seemed to be seriously considering the request, but his next action was full of blatant mockery. With a flick of his arm, he tossed the card like an arrow towards a figure who had been waiting for a long time at the edge of the battlefield.

Ecol, who had been hiding in the shadows and was a loyal follower of Ebert, caught the incoming card steadily. He looked at the badly injured Yuto Sakurai lying on the ground, his face bearing a false, condescending expression of pity, his voice polite yet unusually grating:
"Thank you for your hard work, Yuto Sakurai. Thanks to you, kindness can transcend dimensions."

Ecol no longer looked at Yuto Sakurai's furiously contorted face. With a victorious smile, he calmly strode forward, his target the Goodwill Driver lying on the ground, still gleaming with a dangerous light! That was the real target!
"Where is it."

However, just as his hand was about to touch the driver he had been dreaming of—

A thunderclap from a clear sky! Not a sound, but a silent burst of energy!
A powerful cyclone, appearing out of nowhere without any warning, swept abruptly across the area where the benevolent driver lay, as if it were alive! Dust billowed up, and gravel flew everywhere!
Everyone only saw a blur before their eyes, and the vortex-like whirlwind, carrying the heavy Goodwill Driver, instantly escaped Ecol's reach! The next moment, the whirlwind dissipated in the air, and a large hand covered by a black glove was already holding the Driver steadily in its palm!
The figure stood atop a nearby cliff, his posture casual yet exuding an indescribable aura of danger. He leisurely raised the Goodwill Driver to his eyes, his fingertips tracing the cold metal casing and flowing purple energy patterns, as if admiring a fine work of art. A wicked smile seemed to linger on his face, hidden in the shadow of a wide-brimmed hat.

Eker's hand froze in mid-air, his fake smile instantly turning to disbelief and uncontrollable rage! He abruptly looked up, staring intently at this unexpected challenger, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a chilling intent and a frenzied killing intent:
"Decade...no, you're not Decade. Decade should be Tsukasa Kadoya. Who are you, anyway!?"

The uninvited guest, Lu Xingzhou, finally stopped fiddling with the Driver in his hand. He slowly tightened his grip on the Benevolent Driver, his gaze fixed on Ecol, the wicked smile on his lips undiminished. His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced through the chaotic battlefield, each syllable carrying a playful provocation:
"You're asking about the Grim Reaper's name? Just a Kamen Rider passing by. Decade? That's not quite right. You can call me Crimson Devil."

The instant his words fell, and his fingertips brushed across the core of the Goodwill Driver, an invisible, profound energy connection was instantly established! All the power contained within the driver—those potentials belonging to "goodwill," yet not fully controlled by Sakurai Yuto, and even not yet possessed by Sakurai Yuto himself—flowed like a burst dam, surging and surging across the barriers of space, precisely extracted and absorbed, and poured into Lu Xingzhou's own unfathomable origin! The driver's light seemed to respond as if it flickered slightly in his hand.