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

Deep in the sewer, water droplets dripped continuously from the pipe walls overhead, hitting the puddles and making hollow, rhythmic sounds.

The mercenaries' hands, holding their guns, trembled uncontrollably as the black and white figure walked towards them step by step.

His boots rose and fell in the thigh-deep sewage, the splashes of water looking like dancing black and white pixels under the fluorescent light.

"Fire! Keep firing! Don't stop!" Zheng Dao's hoarse and urgent voice came from behind.

Bullets rained down from several directions simultaneously.

Bullets struck the zombie players, sending up bursts of blinding sparks.

The white exoskeleton on his body clanged and clattered from the bullets; some bullets embedded themselves in the gaps in the armor, while others were ricocheted off and struck the pipe walls.

The zombie player didn't even tilt his head. His red and blue compound eyes were lit up at the same time, calmly watching the people in front of him who were desperately pouring bullets at him.

Zheng Dao gritted his teeth, his hands gripping Shi Guang so tightly that the veins bulged.

He twisted the hilt to the side, and the dark purple crystal core at the end of the hilt burst out with a dazzling light. Then he swung the knife repeatedly.

Three dark purple blade energies detached from the blade and were sliding at high speed along the surface of the sewage.

Wherever the blade's energy passed, the water's surface was cleanly sliced ​​open, and even the silt at the bottom was stirred up.

The first blade of energy struck the zombie player's left shoulder with a dull thud. He paused for a moment, and a palm-length gash appeared on the white exoskeleton of his left shoulder.

The second blade of energy followed immediately, striking right in the center of his chest. The impact propelled his body back half a step.

The third blade strike landed on his right knee, causing his leg to bend slightly before he straightened up again.

He lowered his head and looked at the several white marks on his chest, which had been cleaved by the sword energy, with his compound eyes that were red and blue.

Then he raised his head and started walking again.

Fine black particles began to appear at the edge of the palm-sized gash on his left shoulder. The white exoskeleton instantly returned to normal, without leaving a trace.

The gun in the hand of a mercenary was still mechanically spewing fire, and after the last bullet in the magazine was fired, the bolt clicked as it went empty.

He looked down at his empty magazine, then looked up at the black and white figure walking towards him.

His fingers were so stiff that he couldn't even change the magazine; he seemed frozen in place.

The zombie player walked up to him, then looked down at him, his red and blue compound eyes almost touching.

The zombie player extended five fingers covered in silver armor and grabbed the energy rifle from the mercenary's hand.

Then he gently snapped his fingers, and the barrel bent at a ninety-degree angle with a metallic groan, the energy conduit at the break crackling with blue sparks.

The mercenary looked down at the gun in his hand, now a piece of scrap metal. Before he could utter a sound, the zombie player raised his hand and slapped him in the chest.

The powerful impact sent him flying, tumbling halfway through the air before crashing into his two companions behind him.

The three people fell over together like bowling pins, splashing up a large amount of dirty water.

A mercenary leaped out from the side. He crossed his arms in front of him, and a ball of orange-red fire condensed between his palms.

He roared and slammed the fireball hard into the zombie player's back.

The fireball left a scorching trail of flame in the air before slamming into the zombie player's back and exploding.

Flames spread upwards along the silver, bone-like armor on the zombie player's back. The white exoskeleton glowed slightly red in the intense heat, black smoke billowed from his shoulders, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt metal.

Zheng Dao seized the opportunity. He gripped the hilt with both hands and slashed from the front. He raised the Devouring Light sword high, and the remaining dark purple energy blade on the blade flashed in the firelight.

The blade struck the zombie player squarely in the chest, sending up a shower of blinding sparks as it collided with the Knight's Gauge display on his chest.

The slash left only a very thin white mark on the surface of the Knight's Gauge display, but the mark began to heal the moment the blade left.

At that moment, a burly mercenary ripped off his tattered black combat jacket and threw it aside.

His jacket fell into the sewage, splashing water and revealing his strong muscles underneath.

He was a head taller than everyone around him, his shoulders were as broad as a door, and the muscles on his arms were bulging with veins, each muscle looking as if it had been hammered out.

He took a deep breath, clenched his teeth, and then his entire body turned a dark, steely color in an instant.

Then he charged forward. His fist slammed into the zombie player's white exoskeleton on his chest with a loud bang, the metallic clang echoing through the pipes several times.

He swung his iron fist continuously, each punch carrying the force to smash through steel plates.

The zombie player staggered slightly from the punch, but he did not back down.

He simply tilted his head, calmly watching the steely man who was desperately pounding himself with his compound eyes, which were a mix of red and blue.

The Iron Mercenary pulled an exaggeratedly large shotgun from his waist.

The barrel was thick and short, and the gun body was covered with scratches left from repeated use.

He pressed the muzzle of his gun directly against the side of the zombie player's helmet, then pulled the trigger.

The explosive gunshots rang out in the pipes, and bullets and flames spewed from the muzzles, hitting the zombie players' helmets and sending up large sparks.

The round, silver mechanical canister on the side of the helmet emitted a sharp metallic whistling sound when it was hit by the bullet, and sparks flew onto the Iron Mercenary's own face, but he didn't even blink.

The zombie player's head was slightly tilted to the side by the shot.

Then he casually wiped the faint white marks left on his helmet by the bullets with the back of his hand.

He twisted his neck, and his cervical spine made two crisp cracking sounds.

Then he reached out and grabbed the barrel of the shotgun, which instantly deflated in his palm like a squeezed soda can.

The last bullet in the barrel got stuck in the chamber due to the barrel's deformation, making a muffled popping sound, and then the entire gun was thrown from the zombie player's hand.

The shotgun tumbled several times in the air before hitting the pipe wall, bouncing back, and falling into the sewage.

The Iron Mercenary was also thrown out by the force of his swing, and then crashed into the pipe wall.

As he slid down the wall, his back scraped a long mark on the wall, and dirty water splashed all over his face.

He tried to stand up, bracing himself against the ground; the steel-like skin on his arms still gleamed with a dull metallic sheen despite being soaked in sewage.

The zombie player slowly walked up to him, then raised his right foot, his boot pressing down on his chest and slamming him back to the ground.

The Iron Mercenary struggled desperately, grabbing the zombie player's ankle with both hands, trying to remove the foot from his chest.

The zombie player looked down at him and said calmly, "Please don't stand up, okay?"

Zheng Dao took advantage of the moment when the zombie player lowered his head and slashed in from the side.

His steps were extremely light and fast, the sewage was silently parted beneath his feet, and he looked like a venomous snake slithering through the water.

The blade of light slashed upwards, its dark purple energy tracing a glowing arc across the water's surface before aiming directly for the zombie player's nape.

Without turning his head, the zombie player reached behind him and grabbed the blade of the Light-Eating Blade with precision.

The moment the glove made contact with the blade, a ring of fine sparks exploded, and the dark purple energy blade scraped against the silver glove, producing a piercing metallic scraping sound.

The zombie player turned around, then raised his other hand and slapped the side of the Blade of Light-Eating.

The force of the palm traveled along the blade to the hilt, causing Zheng Dao's hand to go numb and his fingers to involuntarily loosen.

Then the light-devouring creature flew out of my hand, tumbling several times in the air before finally embedding itself in the sewage a few meters away.

When the dirty water was inserted into the blade, it was pushed aside, creating a ripple with a dark purple afterglow.

The zombie player released the blade, and his hand reached forward to grab Zheng Dao's collar.

Then he swung his arm, and Zheng Dao was sent flying with one hand, his back slamming heavily against the pipe wall.

He groaned and slid down, the sewage reaching his chest.

His helmet visor was covered in mud, making his vision blurry.

At this moment, flames reignited behind the zombie player.

The fire-elemental mercenary knelt in the sewage, a fireball larger than ever before condensing between his palms.

He gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and his arms trembled violently from the exertion.

A fireball roared from his palm, striking the zombie player's back and exploding into a sea of ​​fire.

He intensified his firepower, and fireballs rained down on the zombie players' backs like a barrage of bullets.

The temperature inside the pipes was rising rapidly, the moss on the walls was scorched and blackened by the high temperature, and tiny bubbles began to rise from the grease on the surface of the sewage.

"Turn up the firepower—burn him to death!!!" he roared, his voice filled with a near-limitless madness.

The zombie player stood in the center of the flames. The white exoskeleton on his back was glowing red-hot, like a block of iron just pulled from a forge.

The red knight's gaiter on his chest displayed a red number that remained perpetually zero, illuminated by the flames.

He turned around and slowly walked towards the Flame Mercenary.

Flames slid down his back, leaving a trail of still-burning fire behind him.

He walked step by step to the mercenary. Then he raised his hands and grabbed the flame mercenary's wrists.

The glove made a sharp "hiss" sound the moment it touched the skin.

He gently pressed down on the two wrists that were still spewing fire, causing the two jets of fire to deviate from their direction and spray onto the pipe wall, instantly evaporating the water stains on the wall into white mist.

Then he loosened one hand and clenched it into a fist. The silver armor on his fist flashed in the afterglow of the flames.

He punched the Flame Mercenary in the chest, sending him flying.

His body traced an arc through the air before crashing into the sewage. The flame on his hand hissed as it hit the water, then went out completely.

The zombie player straightened up and then sighed softly.

The smoldering fire marks on the white exoskeleton had faded on their own, and the dents on the shoulder armor were long gone.

He stood there, like a skeleton that would never fall.

Just then, he suddenly raised his right hand and blocked backward.

The white exoskeleton on his arm blocked the slash aimed at his neck from behind, and a dazzling burst of sparks exploded the moment the blade collided with the arm armor.

Zheng Dao had climbed out of the sewage at some point.

Half of the goggles on his helmet were broken, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth, but his hand holding the knife remained as steady as if it were made of iron.

He took advantage of the moment when the zombie players were dealing with other mercenaries to sneak up from behind silently, but he was still discovered.

Black smoke rose again from the blade, as if something inside the blade had been awakened.

Black smoke condensed above the blade, forming a black phantom.

The ghost spread its arms, which were twice the length of a normal person's, and then grabbed the zombie player by the neck.

Black smoke, carrying a chilling aura, spread from the ghost's fingertips toward the zombie player's helmet, forming a thin layer of black frost on his silver mask.

At the same time, Zheng Dao pulled the blade back from his arm armor.

While the zombie player was entangled by the ghost, he slashed the zombie player in the back with his knife.

Sparks flew as the blade sliced ​​through the white exoskeleton. He drew his sword, preparing to make a second cut, and then he saw the gash he had just created rapidly closing up.

The ghost opened its mouth, and from the bottomless darkness within, a dark purple energy ball condensed.

The energy sphere grew larger and larger, and the surrounding air was distorted by the aftershocks of the energy fluctuations.

Then it suddenly shot out, the energy ball slamming into the zombie player's chest, the dark purple light illuminating his upper body in a ghastly white light.

The zombie player was forced back a step by the blow, and a smoking black mark appeared on the white exoskeleton of his chest.

He reached into the card holder at his waist and pulled out a card with two fingers.

The card gleamed faintly with a metallic sheen under the fluorescent light as he held it between his fingers, and its surface bore the phantom image of a horde of zombies.

He tapped the card and then inserted it into the belt slot.

"AttackRide—Zombie Summon!"

The ground began to churn.

The sewage at the pipe junction, which was ankle-deep, suddenly turned into something thicker and darker.

Large ripples spread across the water's surface, and black bubbles began to rise one after another from the center of the ripples.

The bubbles burst open, and black hands emerged from them.

Those hands had no skin, only a layer of dry, black fascia covering the finger bones, and the fingernails were long and sharp.

They stretched out from the depths of the swamp, their fingers groping blindly in the air for a few moments before simultaneously locking onto their target.

Zheng Dao looked down and saw countless black hands reaching out from the ground.

Before he could back away, those hands had already grabbed his legs.

The strength of those hands was astonishing; they pinned Zheng Dao's legs firmly in place, preventing him from moving an inch.

The ghost loosened its grip on the zombie player's neck, preparing to fly back to save Zheng Dao.

As soon as it turned around, several more black hands sprang out of the swamp.

One hand gripped the ghost's left arm, while the other wrapped around its waist... More and more hands simultaneously grabbed at the ghost from different directions, forcibly pulling it down from mid-air.

The ghost struggled desperately, but no matter what it did, it couldn't break free from those densely packed fingers.

The zombie player calmly took another card from the card box.

He held the card between his index and middle fingers and gently tapped the edge of the card, producing a very fine and light metallic vibrato.

Those red and blue compound eyes looked through the mask at the struggling ghost in front of him and said in a calm tone, "Next—it might hurt a little."

He inserted the card into the belt slot, and then the sound effect of his finishing move played:

"Final AttackRide! Ge-Ge-Ge-Genm!"

The belt exploded into a dark purple halo, which spread along the water's surface, blowing away all the grease on the surface of the sewage.

Wherever the halo passed, the summoned black hands trembled slightly, as if they were worshipping something.

The zombie player slightly bent his knees, then pushed off with both legs, leaping straight up into the air.

His body crashed into the top of the narrow pipe, creating a white blast of air, then flipped backward and began to spin at high speed.

His spinning speed increased, his outline became increasingly blurred as he spun, and finally he transformed into a black, giant, tooth-shaped halo formed from condensed energy.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of burning metal and the acrid odor of burning energy particles.

The light wheel crashed into the ghost that was still struggling desperately in the black palm.

The moment the sharp teeth sliced ​​through the ghost's body, the ghost let out an extremely piercing scream.

Its body was cut in half by the light wheel, and before the black smoke could spread, it was shredded into pieces by the rotation of the light wheel.

The explosion illuminated every corner of the sewers, and the shockwave spread outwards along the pipes.

The summoned black hands were shattered into countless particles by the shockwave.

The ceiling above the pipes vibrated and hummed, and water gushed down from several loose pipe joints.

The aftershocks of the explosion lingered for quite some time before gradually subsiding. After the halo exploded at the center of the blast, a black and white figure landed steadily back on the ground.

Shiguang was thrown away by the shockwave, and then the entire knife shattered into several pieces in the aftershocks of the explosion.

The fragments clattered against the pipe wall, and the dark purple Silent Beast Crystal Core at the end of the hilt rolled into the sewage, finally going out completely.

Zheng Dao was thrown against the pipe wall by the impact, and the already shattered goggles on his helmet were completely blown off.

He slid down and fell into the sewage that was above his thighs, splashing sewage all over his face.

The black and white armor on the zombie player gradually transformed into layers of red light particles starting from the edges.

The red number on the Knight's Slot display, which had always been zero, flashed one last time before the entire display disappeared from the armor surface.

The segmented exoskeletons that covered the entire body gradually disappeared, revealing the familiar magenta armor underneath, and the large "+" on the chest lit up again in the dark sewer.

Zheng Dao looked at Di Qi and murmured weakly, "Who exactly are you?"

Emperor Knight stood in front of Zheng Dao, raised his right hand and habitually rotated his wrist, letting out a light laugh with a hint of nonchalance.

"The passing Kamen Rider—you'll remember this."