Am I a Kamen Rider or the real young master who was switched at birth?

Kamen Rider Decade stood on the broken concrete ground, his emerald green compound eyes calmly looking at Shen Yunzhou.

Seeing that the Imperial Cavalry did not make a move immediately, Shen Yunzhou thought that his words had worked, and the corners of his mouth curled up even more.

The swollen half of his face twisted that smile into a strange, asymmetrical shape.

Suddenly, Emperor Knight raised his right hand and slapped Shen Yunzhou on the head cleanly and decisively.

The force of that slap was astonishing; the palm struck near Shen Yunzhou's temple, producing a crisp, loud crack.

Shen Yunzhou's head was violently thrown to the side by the blow, and he spun around like a top for half a turn before flying off the ground.

He rolled around on the rough cement floor several times, his suit was worn to shreds, revealing bruised and battered skin underneath.

After he scrambled to a stop, he lay on the ground panting for several seconds before struggling to prop himself up.

"Hey!" Shen Yunzhou spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and glared at Emperor Knight with his intact left eye.

"We're both time travelers, why are you being so disrespectful! I already said we can reconcile! If the two of us time travelers join forces, this whole world will be ours for the taking! What's the point of you fighting them? They're just a bunch of paper figures!"

Decade did not answer. He reached his right hand to his waist, took the card case off his belt, and held it in his hand.

Then he flicked his wrist and tossed the card case to the side of his body.

The card case flipped in the air, producing a crisp mechanical sound.

When it fell back into Decade's hands, it was no longer a square card box, but a uniquely shaped card box sword.

The card box sword had a long, slender blade that reflected a cold, silvery-white luster in the sunlight. The guard retained the texture and structure of the card box, and the hilt was a grip formed from the card box after it was deformed.

Imperial Knight flicked his wrist, and the Card Box Sword spun smoothly in his palm, its tip drawing a bright silver arc in the air.

He strode towards Shen Yunzhou at a leisurely pace, his combat boots making a rhythmic thud on the concrete ground.

Shen Yunzhou used his one eye to watch the approaching crimson figure, then glanced at the sword spinning in the figure's hand, and swallowed nervously.

He used his good hand to support himself on the ground and moved backward, leaving a crooked trail of blood on the ground as his buttocks dragged along the ground.

"Brother, brother!" His voice rose half an octave, and his speech unconsciously quickened.

"Where were you from before you time-traveled? Maybe we're from the same hometown! Which district are you from? We might have even met on the subway!"

"Think about it, two transmigrators meeting here, what an incredible fate! We can dominate this world together! Whatever you want, I can share half with you! Silent beasts, wealth, women... you want those women from the Lin family, right?"

"I can cast a spell on them! I guarantee they'll obey you completely, do whatever you want, even if they were your own sisters—brothers, let's talk this out!"

Ignoring his shouts, Decade swung his sword directly.

That sword strike had no fancy movements; it was so fast that Shen Yunzhou could only see a silver-white arc of light.

Shen Yunzhou instinctively rolled to the side, his shoulder slamming into the bumper of a wrecked car, making him wince in pain.

The card-shaped sword grazed his earlobe and struck the blue sedan behind him.

The blade sliced ​​through the center of the car roof, the sound of the metal plate being cut was sharp and piercing.

After a burst of sparks, the car was split in two, as if it had been cleaved in two by a can opener, from the roof to the bottom.

The two halves of the car body tilted to either side, the cuts so smooth they looked like they had been laser-cut.

Shen Yunzhou stared at the car that had been cleaved in two by a single sword strike, his Adam's apple bobbing.

He reached out with his right hand and grabbed at the air, and the dark purple energy vortex reappeared. From it, he drew out a scythe that was even more ferocious than his previous greatsword.

The curved, crescent-shaped blade was covered with dark purple patterns, and an artificial eyeball that was still slowly rotating was embedded at the end of the hilt.

"Is it worth it for you to do this for these NPCs in the book! They're fake anyway!" Shen Yunzhou roared, swinging his scythe at the Imperial Knight.

The scythe drew a dark purple arc in the air, its tip aimed straight for the Imperial Knight's neck.

Decade parried with the Card Box Sword, and a blinding burst of sparks exploded the moment the blade and scythe collided, the metallic clang echoing between the concrete walls of the parking lot.

Shen Yunzhou's strength was indeed much greater after the Gu poison was enhanced, and the impact even caused several cracks to appear on the cement ground beneath the Emperor's feet.

But Decade steadily parried the scythe, without even a tremor in his hand.

He raised his free left hand and grabbed the blade of the sickle.

The glove made a sharp metallic scraping sound the moment it came into contact with the dark purple blade.

Shen Yunzhou tried to pull the sickle back, but it seemed to be welded to an iron wall and couldn't be moved an inch.

The Imperial Knight looked at Shen Yunzhou through his helmet, and his emerald green compound eyes seemed to deepen for a moment.

His somewhat deep voice came from beneath the mask: "You say they're just two-dimensional characters? But they have lives too. What kind of person are you, toying with other people's lives like this? What do you consider other people's lives to be?"

As he spoke, Decade grabbed the blade of the scythe with his left hand and twisted it sharply to the side.

The sickle handle spun half a circle in Shen Yunzhou's hand. His wrist bones couldn't withstand the twisting force at that angle, and it made a crisp cracking sound.

Shen Yunzhou's hand was forced to loosen, and the scythe was thrown aside by the Imperial Knight, finally smashing onto the half of the car door that had just been split in two.

Imperial Knight simultaneously swung his right hand upwards, the Card Box Sword drawing a vertical, silver-white arc of light from bottom to top, precisely sweeping across the base of Shen Yunzhou's right wrist.

The sword blade sliced ​​through the arm in an extremely short time; Shen Yunzhou didn't even feel the pain immediately.

He only saw his right hand severed cleanly from his wrist.

His fingers, still in the grip of the sickle, twirled twice in the air before falling with a thud onto the dusty cement floor.

Fresh blood gushed from the cut, turning a glaring dark red in the sunlight.

Shen Yunzhou looked down at his bare right arm, the severed hand still twitching on the ground, the knuckles of his fingers opening and closing as if futilely trying to grasp something.

Shen Yunzhou clutched his bleeding wrist and stumbled back several steps.

His knee hit a discarded tire, and he fell backward, his back hitting the ground, unable to even scream.

His lips trembled violently, and he made a series of indistinct sobs.

Decade glanced down at the severed hand on the ground.

He casually kicked it aside, then flipped the card box sword in his hand, smoothly folded it back into its card box form in his palm.

He hung the card case back on the left side of his belt, then opened the case and took out a card using his index and middle fingers.

The final attack card flashed a magenta light in the sunlight.

He pulled the handle on one side of his belt outwards, exposing the slot, and then flicked his wrist, sending the card directly into the slot.

"Final AttackRide! DDD-Decade!"

Deep, electronic synthesized sound effects echoed in the parking lot. A magenta halo exploded beneath Decade's feet, and golden energy began to swirl around his right knee and below.

Shen Yunzhou lay on the ground, stretching out his only remaining left hand toward the Imperial Knight, making a gesture of rejection.

His voice, choked with sobs and increasingly weak from blood loss, broke into broken sentences:

"Wait—don't kill me—Kamen Riders are heroes, right?—Heroes don't kill people—arrest me."

"Hand me over to the police—I confess—I really know I was wrong—please don't kill me—"

Imperial Knight didn't look at Shen Yunzhou's outstretched hand. He casually grabbed the handle on the side of the belt with his right hand and then violently pushed the handle towards the middle.

The crimson light emanating from the exploding crystal core stretched his shadow long and sharp.

His voice was calm as he said, "You don't know you're wrong—you know you're going to die."

Ten semi-transparent magenta energy cards formed a straight attack trajectory and appeared one after another in front of Shen Yunzhou.

Each wall of light shone brightly in the sunlight, with intricate energy patterns flowing along its edges.

Shen Yunzhou looked at the ten walls of light in front of him with his one intact eye, his pupils contracting sharply.

He used all his strength to get up from the ground, turned around and ran.

He staggered, his left hand still clutching his broken wrist, his suit tattered and hanging on his body.

His right foot stepped on the severed hand that had fallen to the ground earlier, causing him to stumble and almost fall.

But he didn't stop, and ran desperately in the opposite direction from Decade.

Imperial Knight slightly bent his knees, then leaped into the air.

His body left a crimson trail of ascent in the air, his right foot trailing a blinding golden tail. As he passed through the first wall of light, it shattered with a deafening roar, and the energy fragments all flowed into his leg armor.

With each card he passed, he gained a point faster, and the golden light beneath his feet brightened by one degree.

Shen Yunzhou felt the devastating heatwave approaching from behind and instinctively turned around to look.

The last thing he saw was emerald green compound eyes and a blinding golden light.

The Emperor's right foot kicked him right in the center of his back, and the energy exploded at the point of contact into a cross-shaped shockwave interwoven with magenta and gold.

Shen Yunzhou's body was kicked nearly twenty meters away.

His body traced a parabola through the air before exploding the instant he hit a wall.

The explosion burst into a mushroom cloud of magenta and gold.

The shockwave shattered the windows of all the surrounding cars, and the alarms on several vehicles simultaneously emitted a piercing blare.

The severed hand was blown away by the blast wave and landed on the ground a few meters away, its fingers still twitching slightly.

The scythe that Shen Yunzhou landed on the open ground slowly turned into dark purple light particles after the explosion and dissipated into the air.

Shen Yunzhou didn't even leave behind ashes.

Only a charred human-shaped mark remained on the ground at the epicenter of the explosion, and a faint smell of burning lingered in the air.

The Imperial Knight landed steadily on the ground from the explosion, his boots making a soft thud as they hit the concrete.

The explosion behind him continued to burn, and magenta light particles slowly drifted down, spreading out a silent rain of petals behind him.

He raised his right hand and casually patted a speck of dust off his left shoulder armor. Then he straightened up, looked at the charred remains still burning in front of him, and said something in a very soft voice.

"Go to hell and repent for your sins."

As soon as he finished speaking, a magenta light flashed across the edge of the card case at his waist.

Decade looked down at the card case, then pressed his finger on the lid to open it.

The moment the lid popped open, a dense purplish-black mist surged from deep within the card case.

The light mist flowed slowly along the edge of the box lid, and then a brand new card automatically emerged from the depths of the card box.

It slowly rose and hovered in front of Decade, accompanied by a laugh that had a mischievous tone.

Decade instinctively moved the card case a little further away. He tilted his head and looked at the card floating in the air, his emerald green compound eyes staring at it for several seconds.

Then he reached out and held the card between his fingertips in front of him.

The image on the card went from blurry to clear the moment his fingertips touched it.

The Kamen Rider helmet on the card features a pair of sharp horns resembling demon wings, and its deep, dangerous, purplish-red compound eyes are striking.

His breastplate is a black, streamlined design with an X-shaped purplish-black decoration in the center of the chest, and his shoulder armor is a symmetrical, sharp-edged structure.

A line of dark purple text appears above the card: Kamen Rider Dawn.

I'm here, Daddy Dawn is here. In Kamen Rider ZZZ, I got whipped around like a spinning top by the master and apprentice, but what are you going to call me here? (•‿•)

Decade flipped the card over and glanced at the back. The emblem on the back was a twisted, purplish-red eye pattern.

He flipped the card back over, looked at the pair of purplish-red compound eyes on the card, and said with a hint of surprise in his voice, "Kamen Rider Dawn."

The magenta light particles that were still falling in the parking lot disappeared silently when they touched the purplish-black light mist overflowing from the card box.

He put the card back in the card case, closed the lid, and the purplish-black mist slowly dissipated.