Tokusatsu: Me, the Police God in the Kamen Rider World

After the seal was broken, Minato Namikaze did not linger.

He still had to look for clues, and after wandering aimlessly for a while, he didn't find a single trace.

He simply leaned against the roadside railing, tapping the railing lightly with his fingertips, seemingly casual, but his eyes did not miss any movement around him.

"Not a single clue..." He scratched his head, looked up at the sunset, and suddenly his eyes lit up. "That's it, that bus!"

The only clue at present is the bus that he always felt was strange.

His intuition told him that the car was anything but simple; it just lacked a crucial element that could connect everything.

Just then, a bus slowly drove by. Minato Namikaze's gaze froze.

His previously unfocused gaze instantly sharpened, and a flash of inspiration struck him—the clue had been found!

There is a dedicated bus route to the Million Arena, and the vehicle in front of him is the suspicious vehicle he had noticed earlier.

Minato smiled broadly and immediately started walking.

Not long after, he found the bus he remembered.

Fortunately, it's not the last train; there's still a chance.

He boarded the bus as if nothing was wrong, found a window seat, and quietly observed the other passengers.

The people on the bus all seemed calm, but a closer look revealed that everyone was suppressing their excitement.

Trembling hands, constantly shaking legs, sweat beading on the forehead—it's obvious what's going on.

They went there for that dream casino, probably because their adrenaline was pumping.

A short while later, the bus arrived at the station and stopped in a dark corner.

Minato Namikaze put on a mask and went inside, following the crowd.

As soon as I pushed open the door, a golden light flashed in. The magnificent casino indeed had a dreamlike quality, and the noisy atmosphere was certainly intoxicating.

But Minato Namikaze remained calm, his eyes showing no emotion. He glanced around and quickly spotted a familiar figure: Yuko Izumi.

She was sitting at the gambling table, looking like she had lost quite a bit, but the blush on her face revealed her intoxication, clearly enjoying the atmosphere.

Just then, a strange man suddenly appeared not far away.

Rather than saying he was strange, it's more accurate to say his hair was too eye-catching, with two tufts sticking straight up.

The asymmetrical design made Minato want to reach out and smooth it out.

Without a doubt, this guy is the owner of this place, and most likely the holder of the money memory from before.

Minato's eyes sharpened, and he pulled out the Lost Driver and the Eternal Memory, gesturing with his chin towards the man.

His tone was cheerful yet slightly teasing: "Hey, you guy with the hair sticking up to the sky, you're under arrest. Just surrender!"

The sudden sound startled the man. He was first stunned by Minato's good looks, then instantly bristled.

"You bastard! What do you mean by hair sticking up to the sky?"

This is called alternative! It's trendy!

This guy was very proud of himself; he had spent a lot of money on this hairstyle, and in his eyes, everyone loved it.

But when he looked at Minato more closely, especially when he saw the driver in the other man's hand, his expression changed instantly.

The image of being beaten flashed through his mind, and his voice trembled: "It...it was you!"

Minato didn't waste any words with him. He lightly tapped the memory chip with his fingertip, and a deep, mechanical voice sounded: [eternal!]

"henshin!"

A sudden rustling sound arose, the black cloak fluttered gently, and tiny shards of light gathered to form a pure white body.

Kamen Rider Eternal suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes.

"You actually tracked me all the way here!" The man jumped up and down in anger. He had barely managed to escape, only to get beaten up instead.

I was almost killed, and now they're chasing me so closely; they're really pushing their luck.

He pulled out a yellow memory chip—after escaping, he deactivated his transformation.

Luckily, he hadn't experienced the feeling of power instantly fading, and at this moment, he hadn't realized how terrifying Minato was, still grinning and joking.

Money!

He calmly inserted the memory chip into the port at the back of his neck, surrounded by countless coins.

The power surged up instantly, and a chubby hybrid appeared before everyone.

Minato chuckled and clapped his hands. With a leap, he burst into the air.

He used his right hand to brace himself on the gambling table, stretched his right leg straight and parallel to his body, and kicked hard.

"Bang!"

The unexpected kick sent the round, mixed substance crashing to the ground, where it rolled several times.

"Damn it! You bastard!" the hybrid roared, sprawled on the ground, and hurriedly ordered his men to attack Minato.

The men were unsure of themselves, but since their boss had given the order, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and charge forward.

"Aaaaaah!" The sudden battle startled the gamblers, who screamed in terror.

They fled in a sorry state, not even bothering to take their money.

Minato moved swiftly, taking down those defenseless men with just a few punches.

Then, his gaze shifted to the money-laden figure not far away, his tone still cheerful, but with an undeniable firmness: "This time, no one will come to save you."

The dopant retorted defiantly, "Why are you chasing after me like this? We have no grudge against each other!"

"Who knows," Minato shrugged, his tone slightly teasing. "Maybe he just doesn't like you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stomped his foot, causing the ground to tremble.

With incredible speed, he instantly rushed in front of the hybrid and swung his fist with tremendous force.

The blue fist, carrying a strong gust of wind, slammed hard into the hybrid's face.

Without giving his opponent a chance to breathe, Minato followed up with another powerful kick, sending the mixed substance flying several meters away.

Its round body slammed into the wall like a ball, instantly cracking the thick wall with spiderweb-like fissures.

The continuous heavy blows were too much for the dopant to handle. He wasn't good at fighting to begin with.

Ultimately, he's a gambling genius; making him fight is like forcing a duck onto a shelf.

He pointed at the water gate and said urgently, "If you have the guts, don't use force!"

"Huh? So what do you want?" Minato raised an eyebrow.

"Gambling! Go ahead and gamble with me if you dare!"

"That won't do," Minato said with a smile, waving his hand seriously.

"I'm a good person with excellent character, and I would never touch such a bad habit as gambling."

Having said that, he stopped talking and pulled out the Eternal Dagger.

The sharp dagger danced nimbly in his hand, striking repeatedly, the sound of slashing echoing in the air.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Amidst the flying sparks, the money-adulterated object was repeatedly blasted away, crashing to the ground, too weak to rise again.

All he could do was shout at the water gate, "Wait! Wait!"

But he shouted too late; Minato's dagger had already been swung out, the nimble blade slashing several times on his shoulder, sparks flying everywhere.

The dopant knelt helplessly on the ground, looking utterly dejected.

Minato sheathed his dagger, gave him a light kick, and said with a hint of helplessness:

"What? Are you giving up?"

"No! You can't hit him anymore!" The hybrid shook his head hastily, just as Minato was about to kick him again.

He turned pale with fright and shouted, "Don't kick it! Look at this!"