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

Ye Yang pulled the handles on both sides of the belt driver outwards, and the green light of the crystal core suddenly lit up in the dim room, making Song Zhiming's wrinkled face appear half pale and half eerie green.

He held the Decade Rider's card between his fingers, lightly tapped the card with his fingertips, and then flicked his wrist, sending the belt into the card case.

The moment the card slid into the slot, he whispered the word that was already etched into his body.

"Henshin".

He grabbed the handle with one hand and pushed it forcefully towards the center.

A crimson halo exploded from the center of the belt, close to the ground, and nine knight phantoms appeared and collapsed simultaneously.

The magenta armor materialized layer by layer, and the moment the helmet took shape, the Decade's emerald green compound eyes suddenly lit up in the dimly lit room.

Kamen Rider Decade stood in front of Song Zhiming.

Song Zhizhi's eyes widened immediately.

Having lived for so many years, he had witnessed the various superpowers of awakened beings, the bizarre creatures of silent beasts, and Shen Yunzhou's strange methods.

But he really didn't know what this thing in front of him was.

The magenta armor reflected a cold metallic luster under the light, and the white diagonal cross on the chest was a kind of declaration.

He instinctively took a step back, his lower back hitting the edge of the desk. The teacup on the desk wobbled, spilling tea that soaked the open medical book.

But he was, after all, a seasoned veteran who had lived in the Black Forest for so many years.

His hand instinctively reached for his sleeve, then with a flick of his fingers, three more silver needles were tucked between his fingers, their tips flashing three cold lights under the lamplight.

He flicked his wrist, and three silver needles shot towards the Imperial Knight in a triangular formation.

The needles struck the armor with three extremely crisp ringing sounds, and then the three silver needles were simultaneously ejected, embedding themselves in the ceiling, their tails still buzzing and vibrating.

Emperor Knight looked down at the spot on his chest where the silver needle had struck him, then looked up at Song Zhiming and slowly walked over.

The combat boots made rhythmic, dull sounds as they stepped on the old wooden floor, each step resonating with Song Zhiming's heartbeat.

Song Zhiming reached for his sleeve again, and just as his fingers touched the edge of the needle pouch, Di Qi's hand reached out and grabbed his wrist.

"Your demonic deeds are over." Decade's voice came from inside the helmet.

He looked down at the old man in front of him, his emerald green compound eyes shimmering slightly in the light.

To be honest, he really wanted to slap this old man who was experimenting on living people right away, just like he did with Ma Zhan this afternoon.

But he held back.

With the Imperial Knight's basic punching power being what it is, it's hard to say whether Song Zhiming, whose body has been hollowed out by the Silent Beast's toxins, could withstand a real slap.

Just then, several strange noises came from outside the courtyard.

Immediately afterwards, something slammed into the side wall of the main house from the outside, causing the entire wall to shake violently.

The medicine cabinet on the wall was shaken and tilted to the side, dozens of small drawers popped open at the same time, and medicinal herbs were scattered all over the floor.

The second impact was even more powerful, smashing a large hole through the wall. Broken bricks and wood chips flew everywhere, and a dark green silent beast rushed in through the hole.

It was about the size of an adult bull, its body covered in wet scales, from which a viscous green liquid seeped out, dripping onto the floor with a hissing, corrosive sound and wisps of pungent white smoke.

When it opened its mouth, it revealed two rows of jagged, sharp teeth, with the same green mucus hanging between them. A gurgling sound came from deep in its throat, as if it was brewing something.

Another one followed closely behind, this one was much larger, its body as massive as a moving mountain, its grayish-brown carapace covered with rough bone spurs, and its two forelimbs as thick as two stone pillars.

Emperor Knight turned to look at the two uninvited guests who had barged in, then pushed Song Zhizhi's wrist toward Long Aotian.

Long Aotian instinctively caught his uncle, who was already on the verge of death from the poison of the Silent Beast.

He placed both hands on his shoulders and habitually said, "Uncle-Master, please stand firm."

Lin Ying stepped over from the side, placing one hand on Song Zhiming's shoulder, while icy blue energy flowed through her fingertips in the other hand.

Decade turned to face the two roaring Silent Beasts, cracked his knuckles, and said, "Oh—so there are punching bags too."

He reached into the card holder at his waist, opened the lid, and picked out a card with his index and middle fingers.

The card features a tall, slender, and agile dark-style knight.

His helmet was shaped like a pair of horns resembling demon wings.

The compound eyes on the helmet were purplish-red, looking deep and dangerous.

He tapped the card, a slight smirk playing on his lips beneath his helmet, before whispering in a low voice, "I say it again—Henshin."

He inserted the Dawn card into the belt slot.

The moment the card was inserted into the slot, a deep purple energy wave erupted from the crystal core of the entire belt.

At the same time, a low, repetitive electronic synthesized sound began to echo in the room.

"Face your sins! Face your sins! Face your sins! "

The dark green, poisonous silent beast was the first to attack.

It opened its mouth, and a ball of green mucus deep in its throat quickly condensed into an energy ball the size of a fist, which it then violently ejected.

The energy ball left a pungent green trail in the air as it hurtled straight toward Decade, who was still in his transformed state.

Just as the energy ball was about to hit, the crystal core in the center of the Decade belt suddenly exploded with a dazzling purple halo.

Within the halo, a thick, dark purple mist surged forth, rapidly condensing in the air into the shape of a dragon.

The dragon was composed entirely of deep purple nightmare energy, the outlines of its scales appearing and disappearing in the air, and its eyes were two dazzling bright purple lights.

It spiraled out from the waist of the Imperial Knight, its dragon head held high.

It opened its enormous mouth, made of energy, and swallowed the sulfuric acid energy ball whole.

The energy ball disappeared silently inside the dragon's belly, without even a wisp of smoke.

Immediately afterwards, a loud, synthesized electronic sound effect exploded from deep within the belt.

"Dawn! Dawn! Dawn! Nightmare Rider!"

After the purple mist dragon finished consuming the energy ball, it did not dissipate; instead, it suddenly whipped its tail.

The energy-form tail lashed out at the two silent beasts with a dull thud.

Both silent beasts were simultaneously sent flying by the tail, crashing through the ceiling of the main house, with broken tiles and wooden beams falling down with a clatter.

After bursting through the roof, the mist dragon circled halfway in the night sky before swooping down again, circling the Imperial Knight's body at high speed.

The Imperial Knight was completely enveloped in a deep purple mist.

Lin Ying and Long Aotian stared wide-eyed at the breathtaking scene before them, a scene that rivaled even the first transformation of the Decade Knight.

Long Aotian's mouth was slightly open, and his hand was still on Song Zhiming's shoulder, but his attention was no longer on his uncle.

Lin Ying's hand was still on Song Zhiming's shoulder, but her other hand had already involuntarily reached for her phone in her pocket.

In the purple mist, the matte black undergarment solidified from the mist, outlining a figure that was even taller and more aloof than that of the Imperial Knight.

Then the purple mist dragon swooped down from above, its head crashing into the belt of the body, and the entire dragon body transformed into a dark purple energy stream that flowed into the core of the belt.

The belt core exploded into a ring of purplish-black shockwave the moment it received the dragon-shaped energy.

A crimson energy flow surged from the chest area, rapidly condensing at the breastplate to form an X-shaped purplish-black decoration.

The crimson energy continued to flow down along his arms, crystallizing at his shoulders and upper arms to form symmetrical, sharp armor.

Dark purple energy gathered at the helmet's position, demonic wing-like horns extended outwards from the sides of the temples, and then crimson compound eyes lit up on the mask.

Finally, the crimson energy spread downwards along the vein-like patterns all over the body, and when the energy reached the soles of the feet, the entire suit of armor emitted a deep hum.

The belt simultaneously emitted a final sound effect—"Punish!"

Kamen Rider Dawn, transformation complete.

He stood amidst the broken bricks and medicinal powder, nearly two meters tall, a few centimeters taller than his Decade form.

He slowly raised his head, his purplish-red compound eyes looking at the two silent beasts that had just crawled out of the ruins.

Lin Ying blinked, then quickly pulled out her phone and made a video call to Lin Xingran, before aiming it at the back of Kamen Rider Dawn.

Meanwhile, in Qin Buwen's courtyard in Kowloon City.

Lin Xingran was sitting on a small stool next to the rattan recliner in the center of the courtyard.

In front of her was a stone mortar and pestle and a pile of medicinal herbs that Qin Buwen had instructed her to grind.

She had been grinding for a whole afternoon, her arms ached as if they were filled with lead, and a fine layer of medicinal powder had settled on her wine-red short hair.

Qin Buwen said this was "part of the treatment." To remove the curse from Lin Yumin, a large amount of external ointment was needed, which had to be ground using the most traditional handmade stone mortar and pestle to ensure its efficacy.

When Lin Xingran asked him why he didn't let her use energy to directly pulverize the herbs, Qin Buwen replied in a serious tone, "Energy would destroy the spiritual energy of the herbs."

She now strongly suspects that the old man simply doesn't want to do it himself.

On the second-floor corridor, Qin Buwen and Lin Yumin were sitting side by side on two low stools, each holding a game controller.

Qin Buwen sat cross-legged, the trousers of his Zhongshan suit rolled up above his knees, his white beard jiggling as he pressed the handle.

His character was pinning Lin Yumin's character in a corner and unleashing a combo attack.

Lin Yumin sat upright, holding the handle as if she were holding some kind of precision instrument.

She frowned slightly, staring intently and confusedly at the fighting game screen.

"Hahaha—young man, you're still too young!" Qin Buwen laughed heartily as he frantically pressed the controller.

Lin Yumin's character was taken down by his combo, and the word "KO" popped up on the screen.

Lin Yumin placed the game controller on her lap and asked in a very serious tone, "Master—is this also part of the treatment?"

Without turning his head, Qin Buwen started the next game and analyzed it in a serious tone:

"That's right—this is the most crucial part. The poison in your body is currently being suppressed by the medicine, so you need to keep a cheerful mood so that your qi and blood can flow smoothly. Winning or losing in a game isn't important; what matters is the process. Come on, let's start another round."

Lin Xingran was grinding medicine downstairs while staring up at the old man on the second floor who was laughing so hard his beard was shaking. The stone pestle in his hand was grinding and making a creaking sound.

"Partly, partly—I don't believe you! You old rascal, you're wicked! What 'energy will destroy the spiritual essence of the herbs'—you just want someone to grind the herbs for you!"

"When your older sister is up there playing games with you, that's called 'feeling good,' but when I'm down here doing all the hard labor for you, what do you call that? Free labor!"

She pounded the medicinal herbs in the stone mortar as if they were Qin Buwen's beard, each pounding heavy and forceful.

Just then, her phone rang. The ringtone of the video call sounded particularly clear in the quiet courtyard.

Lin Xingran stuck the pestle into the mortar, then wiped his hands haphazardly on his apron. He took them out and saw that it was a call from Lin Ying.

She smoothed her bangs, which were stuck to her forehead with sweat, with her fingers, then cleared her throat. After confirming that she looked presentable, she pressed the answer button.

"What's wrong, Lin Ying—you've arrived in the Black Forest? Did you find the medicinal herbs? What trouble has that brat Ye Yang gotten into this time—"

She stopped before she could finish speaking.

On the screen, Lin Ying blinked, her voice tinged with suppressed excitement, and said, "You...see for yourself."

Then she flipped the camera around and pointed it forward.

In the scene, a stern-looking dark-style armored warrior stands amidst ruins, his helmet adorned with a pair of demonic wing-like horns that reflect a cold metallic luster under the moonlight.

The purplish-red compound eyes shone like two will-o'-the-wisps in the night.

Lin Xingran's eyes widened instantly. She sprang up from the stool.

She gripped her phone tightly, nearly shattering the screen, and shouted, her voice rising, "Changed again??? He only went to the Black Forest a few hours ago and already got a new set of armor???"

"This outfit is so cool—no, this outfit is so dark—wait a minute—he demolished the house??? Lin Ying, you better hold the camera steady!!!"

Her voice boomed in the courtyard, startling Qin Buwen and Lin Yumin, who were playing games on the second floor, and they both lowered their heads at the same time.

Qin Buwen leaned half his body over the second-floor railing to look down. Lin Yumin also put down her game controller, stood up while holding onto the railing, and her gaze fell on Lin Xingran's phone screen, which was flashing a purplish-red light.