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

"Shut up! Be quiet!" Da Dao Keji shouted impatiently.

"You bunch of guys we were chasing, what right do you have to be so arrogant!" the Quark soldiers retorted—they had been the ones dominating them before.

"If it weren't for that pure white one..." Before they could finish speaking, Minato Namikaze swept a glance at them. That look carried a faint intimidation, and the two instantly wilted, not daring to utter another word. In terms of intimidation, Minato Namikaze was still the one who prevailed.

Afterwards, Minato Namikaze, accompanied by two prisoners, departed from the beach, heading straight for the experimental village. Katsumi Daido and the others, however, did not follow as in the original storyline, but instead left in a private jet.

As he left, Dao Keji's gaze remained fixed on the pure white figure, his expression grave. His voluptuous female subordinate couldn't help but ask, "Aren't we going to go check on her?"

Before she could finish speaking, a voluptuous man swaying his hips retorted, "What does a newbie know? That guy named Minato Namikaze is a cop! The police and we're not on the same side!"

Da Dao Keji withdrew his gaze, his tone calm yet resolute: "There's no need to go. That policeman... is very strong. It doesn't matter whether we go or not."

His unusual behavior didn't escape the notice of the sniper in the team, who asked softly, "Something's wrong with you. What's wrong, Keji?"

Dao Keji gently stroked his fingertips, took out a harmonica, and said leisurely, "Let's get ready... to Fengdu." After saying that, he played the harmonica, the music deep and melodious, trying to calm his restless heart. That originally cold heart seemed to be rippled by the power of eternity.

The beautiful music echoed along the beach, and Minato Namikaze could faintly hear a few notes from afar. He murmured softly, "The Great Way of Self-Discipline..." Without thinking further, he focused on piloting the plane towards the experimental village. He only hoped that this self-disciplined Great Way, which still retained a shred of humanity, could continue to uphold itself, and not until, in the end, even its heart became as cold as a corpse.

Not long after, guided by the two prisoners, Minato Namikaze piloted his plane to Quark's base and landed in a safe place.

What comes into view is a small island where modernity and primitiveness intertwine—the island is lush and green, while a huge wheel lies across the sky, with arcs of electricity hissing and surging like small snakes, holding the wheel steadily in mid-air.

When he disembarked, Minato Namikaze didn't maintain his transformed state—it's inconvenient to pilot in that state. But as soon as he landed, he immediately transformed, pulled out the Eternal Dagger, and nimbly twirled it a few times between his fingers. His extremely intimidating eyes stared at the two prisoners, making their hearts leap into their throats.

They were useless now, was this guy going to kill them? Staring at the cold glint of the dagger, the two felt a chill run down their spines and their scalps tingled.

The man, with his messy hair, asked in a trembling voice, "You...you're not going to kill us, are you?"

Minato Namikaze smiled, but that sunny demeanor was more terrifying than death to the two men. Goosebumps rose all over their bodies, and cold sweat streamed down their faces.

"You can't kill us! We brought you here, you absolutely can't kill us!"

The dagger spun even faster in Minato's fingers as he said with a half-smile, "Why can't I kill you? What use are you anyway?"

"We can give you information! Lots and lots of information!" The two men exchanged a glance and shouted hurriedly.

Minato Namikaze chuckled—he already knew most of the information from Mina, after all, Mina's status in the Quarry was much higher than theirs, and she knew far more secrets. But just then, an eye-like mark suddenly appeared on their foreheads, and their bodies, which had been tense with fear, instantly straightened up, their faces turning cold and stern, their entire demeanor completely transformed.

At the same time, Mina's scream came from behind Minato Namikaze. The girl clutched her forehead in pain, where the same mark had appeared.

The two prisoners in front were expressionless, their faces devoid of luster, like two manipulated puppets. Then, a deep voice came from the disheveled man, but the tone was completely foreign to him: "Namikaze Minato, welcome to my kingdom."

A knowing glint flashed in Minato Namikaze's eyes as he calmly said, "Prospact? It's you, isn't it?"

"That's right, it's me. Minato Namikaze, wait a moment, I'll be there to pick you up soon. Don't worry, I'll definitely mold you into the perfect weapon. But before that, I need to deal with these three traitors."

As soon as he finished speaking, the foreheads of the two prisoners suddenly lit up, followed by a crisp "crack" sound. The two men fell straight to the ground, lifeless.

Mina's screams behind him grew increasingly shrill, but fortunately, her quark index was high, allowing her to hold on for a while longer. Minato Namikaze didn't hesitate, immediately inserting the memory into the Eternal Dagger and shouting in a deep voice, "Eternal! Maximum Drive!"

Several days later, on a plane from a Southeast Asian country to the Wind Capital.

Minato Namikaze leaned back in his chair, a faint smile playing on his lips. His eyes were closed, but he wasn't resting; he was chatting idly with the system in his mind. He'd been delayed by miscellaneous matters a few days ago and hadn't been able to return to Fuuto immediately, so this was a good opportunity to sort out his current state.

He mentally recalled his own template, glanced at it, and smiled. Name: Minato Namikaze; He possessed Eternal, Heat, Luna, and other memories; all his skills had reached new stages—Weapon Mastery, Insightful Observation, and Riding were all at Tier 3; only Intuition was 7,000 experience points away from advancing. This Intuition skill was exceptionally useful; actively activating it granted a burst of inspiration within two minutes, allowing him to instantly understand anything—it was practically a lazy person's dream.

What's even better is that since my skill broke through to the second tier, the experience points I get from daily check-ins have increased dozens of times. Getting thousands of points is commonplace. Now I have 7600 check-in points saved up, and I don't feel bad spending them at all.

Satisfied, Minato closed the template and had a sudden thought: "Customize a cell phone for me, based on the one by Shotaro Hidari, with a model in the shape of a flying bird."

As soon as he finished speaking, several phone designs appeared in his mind, all made according to his requirements. A system notification sounded immediately afterward: "Ding, design generated, please select."

Minato raised an eyebrow and quickly chose a red eagle-shaped one, which looked neat and energetic. "This one!"

"Ding, 1000 sign-in points are required."

"Pay!" Minato replied without hesitation. The movie mission had yielded a substantial reward; a thousand points was nothing to him.

"Ding, payment successful, please wait."

Minato smiled as he ended his conversation with the system, his thoughts drifting back to the mission. He had expected it to take a month, but it had gone unexpectedly smoothly, and he had finished it several days ahead of schedule. He had seen the news of Sawashima's death on his phone earlier. Although it was most likely a suicide, Sawashima had no children, and now that she was gone, there was no point in pursuing the matter further.

Forget it, let bygones be bygones. What matters most is having those around you.