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

Asano Yuuma felt like he had worked himself to the bone and gotten nothing in return. In the end, Levi ran away, and he even got into a fight with the defeated dragon. Although he enjoyed the fight, it also caused him a lot of trouble.

He escaped from the underground parking lot, which, because of him, was now a ruin and looked unlikely to be repaired anytime soon.

It's fortunate that the elevator wasn't damaged, otherwise the passerby who accidentally wandered in might have been in trouble.

Asano Yu quickly imagined that an innocent person, unaware of the muffled thuds coming from the underground parking lot, had simply wanted to go out at night and had taken the descending elevator—

As a result, the elevator was damaged, and he stepped into empty space or fell at high speed. He might even think he had fallen into the back room.

Asano Yu felt a little scared after thinking about it; it was an innocent life!

So from this perspective, Levi is not a bad thing—after all, he communicates with himself in an instant, and can simultaneously decide not to fight in front of the child and not to destroy the elevator.

It was only after they arrived at the underground parking lot that things started to get a little out of control—

Asano Yu felt that the destructive power of the calamity was too great, but if he didn't use the calamity, he wasn't sure he could defeat Levis.

He stood in front of the row of sinks between the two restrooms and looked up at himself in the mirror.

After thinking it over, he decided to raise his camera and take a picture of himself in the mirror.

A moment later, his information reappeared in the viewfinder—

[Kamen Rider: ???]

[Level: LV5]

Height: 192cm (adjustable)

Weight: 83kg (adaptive)

Punching power: 4t

[Kicking Power: 8t]

Jumping ability: 25m

[Speed: 100m/3.7s]

[Cards: Agito (All Forms); Zez (All Forms)]

[Current Level: 5. You are more easily detected by other knights and monsters, and the knights and monsters you face will be much stronger than before. Please proceed with caution.]

Having only reached level 5, Asano Yu's enemies became more troublesome. Although he could still defeat them, it took twice as long as before.

This is not good; at least for me right now, I'm too weak.

Asano Yu turned and left the public restroom near the hotel, walking towards the brightly lit street not far away.

At 11:23 p.m., Asano Yu pushed open the glass door of 7-Eleven, and the sensor emitted a short "ding-dong" sound, which startled the night shift staff.

The middle-aged female shop assistant was organizing receipts behind the cashier when she looked up at him and gave him a professional nod and smile.

Asano Yu didn't react much, only nodding in response.

Then he suddenly shivered as the cold air instantly enveloped his sweaty body, sending shivers down his spine and making him, who had just finished strenuous exercise, feel refreshed.

My short-sleeved shirt clung tightly to my chest and back, the dark gray cotton material almost black from being soaked in sweat. Nobody said that a nighttime skirmish would leave me drenched in sweat...

Asano Yu sighed and looked up at the convenience store she had visited that afternoon. The shelves were still neatly arranged, with the bento box section, beverage cabinet, snack shelf, and magazine corner all in perfect order.

But it reminded Asano Yu of his previous part-time job. If it weren't for Hayami Mitsuki's dream, he wouldn't have lost his job.

I just don't know when that convenience store will be fixed, and whether they will still be willing to hire me after it's fixed.

Sigh... Making money is so hard.

Asano Yu sighed and walked towards the refrigerator.

A thin layer of white mist clung to the glass door. He pulled open the cabinet door, and a rush of cold air escaped. He reached out, his fingers brushing across the dazzling array of convenience stores.

There were teriyaki chicken cutlets, salt-grilled salmon, fried pork cutlets, mapo tofu... but he eventually stopped at a "protein-enhanced chicken breast salad".

Inside the transparent plastic box, boiled chicken breast was cut into neat strips, with lettuce, purple cabbage, and cherry tomatoes piled up next to it, and a small box of Japanese-style sauce in the corner.

Unfortunately, Asano Yu had no intention of working out. She just picked it up and glanced at it, initially thinking that the big 20 on the label was the price. But upon closer inspection, she realized it was just a 20% discount.

Even after the 20% discount, it still costs 2,500 yen. That's insane.

For Asano Yu, who was used to eating discounted bento boxes costing two or three hundred yen, this was something that only wealthy people like Duanmu Jun and Hayami Mitsuki could afford.

After looking around, he put the salad back and took a bottle of electrolyte drink from the shelf next to him.

The sapphire blue liquid sloshed in the plastic bottle, the label reading "Amino Acids × BCAA". Asano Yu didn't know what this stuff was, but he remembered seeing a bento box labeled "Nutritional Set Meal for PhD in Nutrition from XX University" when he was making bento boxes in Tokyo before.

Do you think this thing is healthy?

Not necessarily, but is it expensive? Yes, it really is expensive.

After visiting several stores and learning from different local areas, I discovered that simply adding the title of "Doctor of Nutrition from XX University" could increase the price of a bento box by one or two times.

After choosing a drink to replenish her energy, Asano Yu turned around and went to the counter—the deli section was right next to the female clerk.

As someone who works at a 711-Eleven in Tokyo, he knows exactly what's best to eat on that transparent grill and what to avoid.

Not to mention the oden (Japanese hot pot) right next to me was tempting me.

After thinking it over, Asano Yu turned back, walked back to the shelf behind her, grabbed a box of discounted salad that no one wanted, and casually added a salted rice ball.

No, I still have to eat!

If you're hungry, you have to eat, not to mention I just fought two or three people at once, and I'm exhausted!

Asano Yu felt this was a reward for her hard work late into the night. It's said that people are prone to impulsive spending at night, and Asano Yu felt that her current behavior was very much in line with that.

But his impulsive purchase was clearly a bit "special" - after all, who would make an impulsive purchase specifically for a convenience store?

"Does it need to be heated?"

The clerk took the salad bento box, his finger hovering over the microwave button.

"No, thank you."

Asano Yu glanced at the small steamer next to the cashier and saw a few skewers of oden lying there—radishes, chikuwa, and eggs swaying slightly in the amber-colored broth, the aroma of seaweed wafting over, and her stomach suddenly twitched slightly.

But he simply shook his head, raised his hand, scanned the code, paid, received change, and watched the clerk put the goods into a light green plastic bag and hand it to him with both hands.

Thank you for your patronage.

When he pushed open the glass door again, the night's warmth embraced him once more.

At the edge of the horizon, across the street, a glimpse of deep blue sea can be seen, with the faint sound of roaring waves audible.

He leaned against the vending machine on the outside of the convenience store, unscrewed the bottle, tilted his head back, and drank most of it down.

So sweet!

Dude, is this some kind of secret sweet drink?

Asano Yuuma felt like he had been completely fooled.

I resolutely tore open the salad packaging, poked the pile of greens with the accompanying plastic fork, stirred and swirled it, dipped it in the sauce dish on the side, and put it in my mouth.

Now I can somewhat empathize with those female classmates from my university days who ate salads to lose weight.

Chewing on his vegetables while looking around, Asano Yu was really hoping to quickly find some wicked and strange people so he could grind some experience points—

"Getting stronger is so hard..."

He complained again.