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

A henchman in a black suit cracked his neck, then raised his right hand and aimed it at a bright yellow racing car parked next to him.

The sports car still had the store's display label on its fuel tank cap, with a string of zeros following the price—enough to buy half a house in Kowloon City.

The younger brother clenched his fists, his arm muscles tensed like iron blocks, and he was about to smash down.

Suddenly a hand reached out from the side and grabbed his wrist.

That hand didn't look particularly strong, but the moment he closed his fingers, it felt like his wrist was locked in a pair of steel clamps.

Ye Yang stood next to him, his left hand casually in his pocket, his right hand holding his underling's wrist, his gaze sweeping over the struggling underling in front of him.

Several shop assistants huddled in a corner, and one of the young female shop assistants already had red eyes.

The manager who had just warmly greeted them was now leaning against the wall, his left cheek red and swollen, the blood at the corner of his mouth still wet, but he was still struggling to stand up, mumbling "Don't smash it, don't smash it."

Ye Yang turned his head and looked at the arrogant young man standing in the center, saying in a calm tone, "Making trouble in the store—isn't that inappropriate?"

Young Master Wang glanced at him up and down through his sunglasses.

The boy in front of me looked ordinary, except for the camera with a strange color hanging around his neck. He looked no different from the honest students he usually bullied at school.

He curled his lip and said with a disdainful tone, "Kid, who are you? Don't you know me? This is none of your business. Let go of my hand, or I'll smash you too."

Ye Yang flicked the henchman's wrist to the side, and the henchman staggered several steps until he crashed into a wall behind him before stopping.

After glancing at the mechanical car behind him, Ye Yang said calmly, "This is my car. I advise you not to touch it."

Young Master Wang glanced down at the few thin red electric current lines remaining on his palm, then looked at the still glowing motorcycle in front of him, and then smiled disdainfully.

He pushed his sunglasses up his nose, then reached out his right hand and pressed it directly onto the still-vibrating Imperial emblem on the fuel tank cap.

"I'll just move it—so what? It's just a beat-up motorcycle, you think you can turn it into a Transformer? I, Young Master Wang, have never seen a car I can't touch in my entire life—"

The emblem exploded with a blinding magenta electric current the moment it made contact, which surged up his palm and instantly spread throughout his body.

Young Master Wang's body trembled violently as if he had been hit by a stun gun.

His sunglasses flew off his face, and then his hair stood on end, turning into a perfect afro. Then, he fell straight backward, emitting black smoke.

With a muffled thud, Young Master Wang's head slammed heavily against the marble floor of the exhibition area, and he was completely knocked unconscious.

The black-clad henchmen were stunned for a moment, then rushed to Young Master Wang's side in a swarm.

The leader squatted down, patted his master's cheek, checked his breathing, and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the man was still alive.

Then he stood up and slowly reached his hand inside his suit jacket.

Several of his accomplices behind him also reached for their waists at the same time.

"What are you doing? How dare you touch my brother!" Lin Xingran's voice boomed from the direction of the corridor.

She strode over, her short, wine-red hair almost standing on end with anger, and the fury in her eyes could burn the entire exhibition area.

Lin Yumin followed behind her with steady steps, her deep brown eyes coldly sweeping over the faces of the bodyguards.

Lin Ying stood next to her eldest sister, still holding the bag of imported cookies she hadn't had time to put down, a faint glint of cold light flashing in her light gray eyes.

The bodyguards froze, their hands gripping the inside of their suits. They recognized the two men in front of them.

Lin Yumin, the "Quiet Valkyrie" of the Federal First Military Academy, and her younger sister Lin Xingran, who has burned down the training ground's fire prevention system several times.

These two faces have appeared far too many times in major federal media outlets and internal military academy documents.

And what did they just say? "Dare to touch my brother?"

They call this ordinary-looking boy in the black T-shirt "little brother."

Lin Xingran didn't give them time to react.

She walked directly up to the bodyguards, raised her hand, and then slapped them several times with swift, decisive movements. The crisp sound of her slaps hitting their faces echoed and bounced several times in the empty exhibition area.

"Are you all blind?! I'm your great-aunt, Lin Xingran! How dare you smash my brother's car? And pull out a gun? Since when did your Wang family become so bold as to challenge the Lin family?"

The bodyguards' faces were twisted from being slapped, but none of them dared to utter a sound.

They looked at each other, then knelt down in unison.

The sound of knees hitting the marble floor was muffled and synchronized. The leader, head bowed, hands hanging stiffly at his sides, said in a trembling voice:

"Miss Lin—I'm so sorry—we made a mistake—we didn't recognize you—we didn't know this was the young master of the Lin family—we're truly sorry—"

Lin Yumin frowned and walked forward. She looked down at the young master Wang on the ground, whose frizzy hair was still smoking.

He then looked at the bodyguards and said in an icy voice, "Wake him up."

Several bodyguards nodded repeatedly, then squatted down and patted Young Master Wang's face and pinched his philtrum. After a while, Young Master Wang just hummed twice, rolled his eyelids, and closed them again.

"Let me do it." Ye Yang took a step forward, then put the Decade Driver on his waist. A magenta light shone from the crystal core, and the belt automatically fastened around his waist.

He held the Decade's riding card between his fingers, inserted it into the slot, and gently pushed the grip with one hand.

A magenta halo exploded, and the Decade armor solidified in the light and shadow, with the large white X on its chest reflecting a cold luster under the lights of the display area.

The bodyguards kneeling on the ground were so frightened that they took several steps back, and one of them, whose legs went weak, sat down on his buttocks.

Is this crimson-clad armored warrior the same person as that seemingly ordinary boy from before?!

This realization caused them to break out in a cold sweat that soaked through their shirts.

Kamen Rider Decade clapped his hands, then took out the Kamen Rider Dawn Ride Card from the card box. The dark purple card surface gleamed eerily under the light.

"Since he's asleep—I'll go find him in my dreams."

As he spoke, he inserted the Dawn Card into his belt, and the crystal core erupted with a deep purple energy wave.

Dark purple, vein-like patterns appeared on the armor of the Imperial Knight, rapidly spreading across his entire body. Then, his entire body transformed into a wisp of extremely thick black smoke, which entered the Prince's brow.

The exhibition area was silent for several seconds. After the black smoke completely disappeared into Young Master Wang's brow, his body trembled slightly.

Several bodyguards knelt on the ground, too afraid to move, while Lin Xingran stood beside them, her mouth agape in a large "O".

Lin Ying blinked, her light gray pupils reflecting the wisp of purplish-black smoke that hadn't completely dissipated.

Lin Yumin tilted her head slightly, watching the wisp of black smoke slowly merging into Young Master Wang's body, and her eyebrows twitched very subtly.

Lin Xingran finally snapped out of her shock at the fact that "Ye Yang can enter people's dreams".

She turned to look at Lin Yumin, pointed to the faintly glowing dark purple mark between Wang Gongzi's eyebrows, and said with some disbelief:

"He—he's changed again—he just said he was going to find him in his dreams—and he actually went in—how did he get in? Was it the power of that Dark Armor? I knew that Dawn Form wasn't just good at fighting—he had this hidden ability too?"

In the depths of Young Master Wang's dream.

When he opened his eyes, he found that he was surrounded by a thick layer of dark purple mist.

Beneath my feet were cold, rough iron plates, with sturdy iron railings welded between them.

He was locked in a cold metal cage, the bars of which were rusted and in some places stained with dried dark red marks.

Outside the cage, layers upon layers of iron cages filled the entire field of vision.

Some cages had their doors open, and some still contained fragments of tattered clothing and scattered skeletons.

At the edge of the field of vision was an endless dark purple void, from the depths of which came a very low humming sound.

He shook the iron bars frantically, but they didn't budge. He shouted "Is anyone there?" a few times, but his voice bounced back and forth among the countless empty cages before being completely swallowed up by the dark purple void, without any response.

After a while, a series of heavy footsteps came from the depths of the dark purple mist, and then a tall and aloof figure slowly walked out.

Against the backdrop of the dark purple void, the pair of demonic horns on his helmet outlined an extremely sharp silhouette.

The purplish-red compound eyes shone brightly in the mist, like two will-o'-the-wisps from the depths of a nightmare.

Li Ming held a short sword in each hand, its metallic sheen faintly gleaming in the dark purple mist.

As he walked past the rusty iron cages, the tip of his sword casually grazed the bars.

The clanging of metal was particularly crisp and jarring in the vast depths of the dream, each sound causing Young Master Wang's shoulders to involuntarily tremble.

Young Master Wang's back was pressed tightly against the bars on the other side of the iron cage. He gripped the bars with both hands, his fingers turning white from the excessive force.

"You—you stay away! Do you know who my father is! If you mess with the Wang family, you won't get away with it—"

He was clearly losing his confidence when he said that, his voice grew softer and softer, and the last word was almost muffled in his throat.

Li Ming stood in front of the iron cage, tilting his head to look at the spoiled young master huddled in the corner inside.

Then he raised his right foot and kicked the iron cage with his boot, neither too hard nor too soft.

The iron cage shook violently from the kick, and the bars emitted a piercing metallic groan.

Young Master Wang was so startled that he bounced backward, hitting the back of his head on the iron railing and wincing in pain.

"Do you know where this is?" Dawn looked down at him and asked in a calm tone.

"Where—where is this?" Young Master Wang's voice trembled violently, his lips shaking uncontrollably.

Li Ming let out a very soft, cold laugh. He twirled the short sword in his hand.

The purplish-red energy patterns on the blade trailed a cold arc of light through the mist.

"Hell. This is hell—because you did too many wrong things in your life, so God couldn't bear to see you suffer and came to take you away."

Young Master Wang's expression visibly changed.

He had just been clinging to a sliver of hope that perhaps the armored man was just trying to scare him, or that it was all just a dream.

But when he saw the iron cages piled high with withered bones outside, and the countless souls still whispering in the dark purple void in the distance, his last shred of hope shattered into dust.

"No way—this is fake—I'm not in hell—I just passed out—you're lying to me!"

Li Ming did not speak. He simply stood there, his purplish-red compound eyes calmly gazing at the young master.

The pair of demonic horns gleamed coldly in the dark purple mist. In this boundless dark dream, the dark knight before him was the master of all rules.

Young Master Wang immediately broke down. He gripped the iron railing with both hands, practically hanging from it, and screamed in terror:

"I admit—I've done a lot of wrong things—I know I was wrong—if I tell you everything—can you let me go back? Please—I don't want to stay here—it's too cold here—please—"

Dawn tapped the tip of her sword lightly on the ground, then asked, "For example?"

"At school, I led the bullying, taking advantage of my dad's status to bully a lot of people. One person was forced to transfer schools because of me, and another person was driven to the point of almost jumping off a building."

"I've vandalized several other shops, just like the car dealership I vandalized today. After I did, my dad would step in and pay some compensation, and that was it. And—and—"

Young Master Wang paused here. Then he closed his eyes and whispered, somewhat unsure of his voice:

"I colluded with that beast Shen Yunzhou to do a lot of bad things! He gave me money, and I helped him get medicinal herbs, find samples of silent beasts, and tip off some people."

"But Shen Yunzhou is even more of a bastard than me—go and catch Shen Yunzhou—even though he's dead, he's definitely somewhere in this hell."

"Go find him, he's a hundred times worse than me. Please, please let me go back! I really know I was wrong! I'll turn myself in when I get back. I'll change! I promise I'll change! I'll never bully anyone again!"

When Li Ming heard the name "Shen Yunzhou," his fingers gripping the sword hilt tightened slightly.

He never expected that his attempt to tease this spoiled brat would yield such an unexpected reward.

He took a step forward, placing one foot on a gap in the bars of the iron cage, his boot striking the base of the cage with a dull thud.

He sheathed the dagger back into his waistband, reached out and grabbed the bars of the iron cage, his purplish-red compound eyes fixed firmly on the terrified eyes of the young master.

"Tell me about it—maybe I can consider letting you go back."