Rider Build: Starting in Next Form

A violent explosion rang out, and the chilling screams could be faintly heard in the air.

As the smoke gradually dissipated, the scattered light particles from the explosion re-converged, revealing Luo Yuan's body once more. However, for the first time, the energy timer on Luo Yuan's chest turned red.

It suffered considerable damage due to the burning of the Membium bomb.

"Although this move is quite powerful, we should try to use it sparingly. We almost lost everything."

On the surface, Luo Yuan was just clutching his chest, the timer flashing red and ticking away, but in reality, he was still shaken.

Without enough experience, it's best to avoid self-destruction tactics, otherwise, things can easily go wrong!

He almost killed himself, so how did Mebius become so skilled at it? Isn't he afraid of accidentally killing himself?

After pausing for a while and regaining some strength, he used the light sphere and disappeared into the sky under the watchful eyes of Kiryu Sento and the others.

Meanwhile, at the West Capital Faust Laboratory.

Shinobu Katsuragi is conducting further research on the Lost Energy Bottle.

The project to purify and refine the lost energy bottles remains unsolved to this day.

Suddenly, a loud bang erupted behind Katsuragi Shinobu, which startled the elderly scientist.

Chapter 208 The Bombed Faust Base: New Sign-in Conditions

"What's going on? What are you doing?!"

Katsuragi turned his head away angrily.

The next second, he was completely stunned.

Aside from the room he was in, a ray of bright sunlight shone down from the doorway, making the space feel very bright.

The reason is simple: the Faust base, where countless researchers were once busy, has now vanished.

All that remained was a dark, gaping pit and the only remaining experimental room where he was.

Uh... to be precise, it's actually half a room.

This sudden scene undoubtedly left Katsuragi Shinobu completely dumbfounded.

What... what on earth happened?!

The combined power of the burning Membium bomb that Ebert brought with him completely obliterated most of the Faust base.

"Cough cough cough!!! Cough cough cough!!!"

Amidst the billowing smoke, violent coughing could be heard.

Hearing this voice, Katsuragi Shinobu snapped out of his daze and became alert.

With all that commotion, how could anyone possibly survive?

Could they be surviving members of the Striker?

With that in mind, Shinobu Katsuragi took out the Build Driver.

He is no ordinary unarmed person. When he transforms into Kamen Rider Build, his true strength has surpassed Hazard Level 6.

Even Ebert today has to be somewhat wary of him.

Soon, Shinobu Katsuragi clearly saw the figure crawling out of the ruins of Faust.

It is clear that Ebert has already deactivated his transformation and is now mimicking Soichi Ishido.

Of course, his appearance at this moment can be described as extremely tragic. His clothes were almost completely burned off, his hair was all burned off, his body was charred black, and there were dried bloodstains.

And this is considered lucky; a worse outcome could have resulted in half of one's body being blown off.

It wouldn't be surprising if they died there.

"Cough! Cough! Cough! Phew... I almost died!"

Ebert muttered a word of lingering fear, then looked up to see Katsuragi Shinobu scrutinizing him.

The two gazed at each other, and time seemed to stand still at that moment.

After a long while, Shinobu Katsuragi put away the Build Driver that was ready to go and sighed silently.

My hunch was right after all.

When they met again, Ebert was not missing any limbs like before, but he was still in a very sorry state, looking like he had been roasted alive.

But to his surprise, this guy came back with such a grand entourage.

They almost sent him away too!

That knight named Nexter, does he have to be so strong?

Katsuragi Shinobu hesitated for a moment.

Should I... stay away from Eberlt?

In case this guy comes back with such a big entourage next time, we'll send him away.

Seeing himself in such a miserable state, especially by a long-time business partner, even the thick-skinned Ebert felt somewhat embarrassed.

This is such an embarrassing moment!

"Hmm...would you believe me if I said it was just an accident?"

The entire Faust base fell into a long silence once again.

Ebert was severely injured in three consecutive battles.

Even with Ebert's physical recovery ability, it took him quite a while to barely recover.

Of course, the power of black holes is still limited.

There is little chance of breaking the limitations until the power contained within the Black Pandora Panel is obtained.

Therefore, obtaining the power of Evol·Monster Mode has become Eberl's primary goal.

To this end, Ebert even infiltrated the Eastern Capital to seize Pandora's Box and fought several battles with Kiryu Sento and his group.

Perhaps for some unknown reason, Luo Yuan has not intervened in Ebert's recent operations.

At first, Ebert was particularly wary of his surroundings, in case a Nexteer suddenly appeared, but he gradually relaxed later on.

Look, where are there any Nexters now?

There is only one great dragon and one genius rabbit.

The rain stopped, and Ebert felt confident again, and then it was back to his usual carefree days.

As for what Luo Yuan has been doing lately?

Nature is adjusting its physical condition and researching the trigger of hope infused with the power of light.

In addition, the daily sign-in rewards obtained from defeating Eberlt—monsters, zombies, and frenzied buckles from the Extreme Fox—also need to be investigated.

Therefore, Luo Yuan's schedule has been almost completely full recently. However, it should be enough for Banjou Ryuga and Kiryu Sento to hold out for a while against Evol Black Hole, which cannot use the power of black holes.

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Meanwhile, at the Nasita Coffee Shop...

"No entry! Get out! Get out!"

"Hey, hey, hey, how could you do this?"

"Come back in a different outfit, big beard."

Himuro Gentoku, who made no attempt to hide his bizarre fashion sense after joining Rider Build, was once again kicked out of Nasita Cafe by Ishidou Misora, who could no longer tolerate him.

Kiryu Sento, Banjou Ryuga, and the others watched this scene with wry smiles, making no attempt to stop it.

Unfortunately, Himuro Gentoku's fashion sense was still a bit too advanced for them.

Perhaps only Ebert could accept Himuro Gentoku's fashion sense.

It's just as bad as the coffee he brews that even he wouldn't drink.

"Why? Why can't anyone understand my taste?"

Himuro Gentoku's mournful voice echoed in the air.

Kiryu Sento felt goosebumps rising on his skin just listening to it.

Why don't we make him an upgrade item to calm him down?

Soon, Misora ​​Ishidou returned, still talking.

"I'll take him to pick out clothes myself in a couple of days, otherwise he really can't stand it."

"Impossible! I only wear custom-made clothes!"

From afar, Himuro Gentoku's shouts could be heard again from outside the door.

Everyone found it amusing; the immense pressure brought on by Ebert these past few days had eased considerably.

After so many encounters, Kiryu Sento and the others had begun to realize that Ebert's black hole ability seemed to have encountered some problems.

The immense pressure suddenly subsided.

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In the underground laboratory, as the research on the new props was nearing its end, a new progress bar for check-in conditions was forming in Luo Yuan's mind.

[New sign-in condition detected: The birth of Kamen Rider Bully's Peak Form.]

"Oh, it's already this time?"

Luo Yuan looked at the new sign-in condition in his mind with slight surprise: the birth of the "Bully - Peak".

"The experiment is almost finished, so it's a good time to test out the upgraded Hope Trigger and this new toy."

After glancing at the new device on the computer screen, Luo Yuan tidied himself up a bit, grabbed some necessary transformation items, and walked straight into the elevator.

Chapter 209 Poor Himuro Gentoku's Incomprehensible Taste

A small park not far from Nasita Cafe.

Himuro Gentoku, who had deliberately not shown up at the appointed time, swung alone on a swing with a melancholy expression.