Unable to pay off my debts, I had no choice but to become a Kamen Rider.

Moonlight streamed through the broken windows, falling on the now-messy club room.

This place is now a ruin, with the only light coming from the humble yet pitiful glow of the moon.

Elegant and dignified, a gorgeous red dress enveloped Hayami Mitsuki. As she silently stepped onto the broken glass and her toes touched the ground, she resembled a wing caught in the wind.

That thing was like a part of her body; it not only did not hinder her movement, but it even had the potential to resist attacks.

Hayami Mitsuki began to move backward and upward, trying to reach a more open area, because the enemy in front of her was not easy to deal with.

Even though she genuinely wanted Decade to give her a quick death, her body began to resist uncontrollably—

The third layer of the dream has distorted the master's will to such an extent that no matter how much the master struggles, the outcome will not change.

If we don't get rid of the person who created the dream, it's probably impossible to resolve all the problems we've encountered so far.

Therefore, Hayami Mitsuki only hoped that during the battle, Decade would not suffer too many injuries.

A crimson light pierced through the black mist, flickering with an ominous and eerie aura. As Asano Yu emerged from the black mist, the surrounding air inevitably began to tremble.

The terrifying sense of oppression carried immense pressure; with just one step forward, he caused the ground to collapse.

Hayami Mitsuki frowned, noticing that his muscles were swelling and growing stronger. She felt it was dangerous to get close to him. Anyone with eyes could see that he was a power-type knight, so keeping her distance was very useful.

But just as she was about to leap through the window to the ground, Asano Yu's fist arrived before she could.

Muscle fibers spread from the arms along the back, gleaming black in the moonlight. The skin looked like red-hot iron soaked in water, and the taut lines seemed to hold immense strength.

The instant the powerful punch was thrown, Hayami Mitsuki instantly teleported to the side furthest from the window. She witnessed the black mist completely dissipate, revealing a cyan gauntlet encasing a black body, with the driver containing the gashapon capsule on its chest—

It's different from the original driver for Decade!

Does this mean that when Decade transforms, the driver also transforms?

The freakish Hayami Mitsuki immediately mobilized all her memories, starting from the last time Eren was defeated by Decade, and then to all the eyewitness reports about Decade. Of course, the most direct memory should be the time when he beat her up and stole her Driver.

However, before she could ponder the reason, she saw Asano Yu's fist fly towards the wall.

Without intending to withdraw his attack after missing, his fist passed through Hayami Mitsuki's afterimage and landed on the wall behind where he had just stood—

The concrete looked as if it had been struck by a giant hammer; cracks radiated outwards from the center, and fragments tumbled and rolled all over the ground.

Meanwhile, Hayami Mitsuki had already floated to the steel frame two meters away, her toes touching the thumb-thick steel bars, swaying slightly as if she had no weight.

Above her was the ceiling that had been pierced through. A few days ago, Duanmu Jun, who had transformed into Kamen Rider Cross, came to challenge her, but he was defeated and left in a sorry state.

"Boom—"

Hayami Mitsuki only remembered who owned the hole above her head when the powerful punch came crashing down without warning. But this time she was prepared and only left the bent steel bar in place.

"Too slow."

Her voice carried a hint of laughter, and her figure, wrapped in red silk, twisted slightly to dodge the second punch.

Hayami Mitsuki's figure flickered between the broken walls, leaving afterimages with each movement. These afterimages were stretched long by the moonlight, and their ends trembled slightly.

Asano Yu did not give chase.

He slowly withdrew his fist, his knuckles making a slight popping sound in the moonlight.

The ground was dented by the footsteps, and gravel squeezed out from the edges of the shoes.

He took a step forward, and with just one step, the asphalt beneath his feet seemed to melt and spread outwards like wax.

When the second step was taken, the ground of the entire alleyway trembled, and dust fell from the walls.

The man in red could no longer laugh.

That step was shorter than any of his previous sprints, but the power covered the entire space.

She could feel the steel bars beneath her feet swaying, and the air became thick, as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

She can only jump—

He leaped into the air from the steel frame, his body twisting into an arc in the air.

The opponent's third punch passed right through the spot where she had just passed. As the wind from the punch grazed the hem of her red dress, the silk made a soft ripping sound and a corner was torn.

"You're still a bit too strong..."

Asano Yu's voice was deep; so far, he had been trying to control the intensity.

The sudden switch from Decade to Impact is quite noticeable; this pure stat-heavy monster gives the feeling that you have to land your hits before you can deal damage.

So instead of trying to pinpoint her location with precise punches, he decided to disrupt the terrain.

His fist slammed into the ground.

Broken bricks flew up, and a crack two fingers wide appeared in the ground, the crack snake-like as it slithered toward the direction where Hayami Mitsuki had fallen.

She had to jump again before she could even regain her footing, her toes barely touching the ground before she jerked off, her body sliding backward—

But the crack followed her, tearing the ground apart inch by inch, sending shards of stone flying like shrapnel.

She turned her head to avoid a flying piece of cement, which grazed her ear, causing her an unavoidable sting.

With just that one punch, the already dilapidated club building suddenly crumbled and collapsed. Hayami Mitsuki escaped to an open area by dodging and weaving, standing on a car and watching the building collapse—

The club building was reduced to ruins in an instant, but the bricks and tiles did not affect Asano Yu at all. Instead, he gently pushed them upwards, and they shattered upon landing.

Then, Asano Yu took to the air, flipped in mid-air, and launched a flying kick toward Hayami Mitsuki's position.

Hayami Mitsuki was startled by this terrifying physical ability and almost couldn't dodge in time, staggering away.

But as soon as Asano Yu landed, he immediately adjusted his posture, grabbed the deflated car, and was about to throw it away!

The metal sheet caved in from the middle, and the whole car felt like it had been squeezed by a giant hand before it sprang up, flipped, and crashed towards her location.

The strange woman in red bit her lower lip, her body almost skimming the ground as she slid out. The overturned carriage narrowly missed her head, the gust of air blowing her long hair wildly backward.

Her finger was cut shallowly as it brushed against the gravel ground, and red liquid seeped out, dripping onto the white ash under the moonlight like a dark bead.

You can only make one mistake.

Zez's footsteps drew closer.

Each step felt like the tolling of a death knell, filling Hayami Mitsuki with a sense of dread.

He raised his right arm, elbow forward, the muscles of his shoulder blade bulging like a small hill—

Then he turned around and launched a sweeping attack that was almost identical to that of the rubber man in the comics.

The sweeping trajectory was wide, almost covering half the width of the ruins.

Hayami Mitsuki's pupils contracted slightly.

She couldn't retreat, the broken wall behind her blocked her way; nor could she go left, where the burning wreckage lay; the only route was upward.

So she pushed off the ground with all her might, her body springing vertically upwards, but in that instant she knew she hadn't completely dodged—

The sword swept past her calves, the force of which tore off a strand of red silk from her ankle.

The strange man's bluish-gray skin was exposed, with several fine red bloodstains.

She landed on top of a tilted concrete pillar not far away, bracing herself against the pillar with one hand to steady herself, and her breathing finally became rapid.

Her chest heaved, and the hem of her red silk robe fluttered in the wind.

The ankle injury caused a momentary lag in her subsequent movements.

For Asano Yu, that moment was enough. Only now did he finally figure out how to use this body and unleash his full power!

After all, this is a dream, something that will disappear upon waking, so he doesn't need to be as careful as he would be in the real world.

Zez turned around.

The moonlight shone from behind him, casting a long and wide shadow that almost covered the entire ruins.

He raised his hand and pressed the driver on his chest—the input lever was flicked, producing a crisp click.

"Impact—"

The driver produces a smooth and magnetic sound.

Hayami Mitsuki's fingers gripped the edge of the cement pillar tightly.

She clearly hadn't suffered any real harm, but at this moment she just couldn't move her body to dodge. She looked at Asano Yu, who was still on the ground in front of her, and began to calculate a new escape route.

But the next second, the leg armor made of cyan and red suddenly appeared beside her ear. Only then did she realize that even just being touched by the wind from the punch could cause her harm.

"Vanish".