As a weirdo, I like being a Kamen Rider

The drive was covered in a seven-colored light. The central storm engine spun wildly, bursting forth with a seven-colored light that pierced the heavens and the earth.

"Ultimate-W!"

The moment the crystal memory was inserted into the Lost Driver, the central Storm Engine spun wildly, unleashing a burst of seven-colored light that shot into the sky, piercing straight into the heavens. The crack in the dark clouds, which had been cleaved by the seven-colored light, suddenly widened, as if the entire sky had been completely ignited by this sacred light.

The emerald green whirlwind and black airflow were completely dissolved and reshaped by the seven-colored light, transforming into countless shimmering particles that swirled wildly around W's body.

"Snap—"

W's armor slowly cracked open at the central dividing line. Countless crystal shards poured out from the cracks, sparkling like a sky full of stars. Seven colors—red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple—flowed among the shards, each refracting a different light, turning the area in front of the agency into a sea of ​​rainbows.

Philip and Shotaro's consciousnesses entered a mysterious space.

"Where is this?" Shotaro asked.

"This is the core of the Ultimate-W Memory. We're the ones who brought you in." The one who answered Shotaro wasn't Philip, but Shotaro from another world, accompanied by another Philip.

"What's going on?" Shotaro asked.

"The Ultimate-W Memory was forged from our entire data world. You cannot control it now. Only with our assistance, and by transcending the duality, can you truly use this memory. Now, go and save your world!"

"Om-"

A longer, more sacred hum resounded. The two sides of the cracked armor began to extend outward, transforming into two enormous crystal wings. The left wing was pure emerald green, and the right wing was deep black, while the edges of the wings were coated with a layer of iridescent crystal light, shimmering in the sunlight.

The compound eyes on its head were no longer simply red, but had become a gradient of colors like a rainbow. A W-shaped badge made of seven-colored crystals appeared in the center of its forehead, radiating a powerful light.

The armor on its body has also undergone a dramatic transformation. The original distinct green and black sides of its body are now covered by a layer of transparent crystal armor, with seven-colored energy constantly flowing within the crystal. At the chest, a rhombus-shaped crystal is embedded, and data streams flowing freely can be clearly seen inside the crystal.

Kamen Rider W God Ultimate Form descends.

W slowly raised his right hand, and seven-colored light gathered in his palm. Shotaro and Philip's voices rang out simultaneously, overlapping:

"Alright, Ryubei, let's list your sins!"

"What kind of power is this?!"

Upon seeing W's new form, Ryubei Sonozaki's voice boomed from every inch of darkness in the sky. The Dreaddramon spread its wings that blotted out the sky—in that instant, the entire sky of Fuuto was boiled by darkness.

Countless distorted illusions surged from the clouds like a flood bursting its banks.

This time, God W saw the person behind the illusion.

In front of the burning house stood a firefighter, his hands trembling uncontrollably, because he remembered the child he couldn't save from the fire ten years ago;

Beneath the broken bridge, a middle-aged man knelt on the ground, covering his face, repeatedly muttering, "It's too late, it's too late"—that was the afternoon three years ago when he couldn't pick up his daughter from school during the earthquake; in the hospital, the mentally unstable patient's fear wasn't an abstract monster, but an empty hospital bed and a cold, straight line drawn on the electrocardiogram monitor beside the bed.

Every distorted image was not a hallucination fabricated by Ryubei out of thin air.

He followed the roots of fear, burrowed into the most vulnerable crack in everyone's heart, and then—torn it open with force.

The Fear Dragon Beast twisted its fear into a black tide and rushed towards God W. Wherever it passed, even the air froze into cold, black ice crystals.

God W did not dodge.

He hovered silently in mid-air, his crystal wings fluttering gently. Seven-colored light slowly spread from his body, like warm ripples, spreading in circles in all directions.

The moment the first illusion touched the light, there was no earth-shattering explosion, only a very soft sigh.

The sigh wasn't from W, but from the middle-aged man in the illusion. He looked up at the broken bridge and saw a seven-colored light—not dazzling, but rather remarkably like the sunlight that streamed in when his daughter opened the door on the afternoon of the earthquake. He knelt on the ground and wept.

The Fear Dragon Beast let out its first true roar. It wasn't anger, it was pain. The pain of having the roots of fear ripped out of its host's heart, one by one.

"Fear stems from the unknown and from inner weakness."

Two overlapping voices emanated from beneath God W's armor, calm and steady. It wasn't the tone of judgment, but rather a statement of a fact proven countless times.

"People from Fengdu have never lacked the courage to face their fears."

God W raised his hands, manifesting the Prism Holy Sword and the Radiant Holy Shield. The crystal wings on his back suddenly unfolded fully—in that instant, a rift was torn open in the darkness of the entire Wind City.

Countless shimmering crystal shards detached from the wings, transforming into a shower of colorful meteors that scattered across every corner of Wind City. These shards dispelled the gloom in the hearts of those trapped in fear.

In the sky, the body of the Dread Dragon began to turn transparent. It roared madly, trying to burrow into the hearts of those who had just been healed. But this time, the energy collided with the barrier of seven-colored light, bounced back, and severely burned itself.

The very sustenance it depended on for survival—the pervasive fear of the entire city—was vanishing at an alarming rate. One host after another awoke from the nightmare, and Ryūbei's fragmented consciousness lost its foothold.

"No! I'm not reconciled!"

Ryūbei's voice grew weaker and more distorted. His will was being torn apart—with each nightmare that the ordinary people he parasitized saw through, Ryūbei's consciousness collapsed an inch.

Finally, the Fear Dragon could no longer maintain its form, turning into a black column of smoke and plummeting rapidly towards the direction of Sonozaki Manor.

God W did not pursue. He simply closed his eyes slowly.

The next second, his consciousness left his body, chasing the black column of smoke into a vast and mysterious space.

This is the depths of Earth's memory.

Countless golden streams of data flowed slowly like a galaxy, each band of light containing memories from the birth of the Earth—the drift of continental plates, the extinction of dinosaurs, the blooming of the first flower, and humanity's first glimpse of the stars.

At the very center of all this, a thick, impenetrable black mist was churning wildly, like a malignant tumor growing on the heart of Earth's memory. It stretched out countless black tentacles, tightly binding the surrounding data streams, attempting to gradually infuse them with the color of fear.

That is the core of Sonozaki Ryubei's final essence—the essence of fear.

God W's consciousness transformed into a stream of seven-colored light and rushed towards the very center of the black mist without any hesitation.

At the moment of contact, there was no sound of impact. Only an extremely white light exploded from the point of contact, like a pebble thrown into a lake that had been still for thousands of years. The seven-colored light intertwined with the black mist—but the black was not destroyed, but rather peeled away layer by layer.

Countless fragments of memory flew out from the mist, like withered leaves swept up by a storm.

The black mist grew thinner and thinner. Ryūbei's last consciousness coalesced into a human form within the light—not the fearsome emperor, but an ordinary old man. He looked at God W, the madness and resentment on his face peeling away layer by layer like faded old photographs, revealing a bottomless weariness beneath.

Those eyes were no longer scarlet, but just two bloodshot, aged eyes.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something in his defense. Then he stopped. He looked at the seven-colored light flowing around God W.

"I've failed again. Someone, come here."

His voice was soft, like a sigh. Finally, he closed his eyes, his body transforming into countless tiny specks of light, merging into the golden data stream.

The real world.

The last wisp of black mist was dispelled by the seven-colored light. The sky-covering dark clouds began to shatter from their center, and the fragments transformed into countless points of light as they fell, like a golden rain falling backwards.

Sunlight pierced through the clouds, bathing the entire city in its glow. People emerged from their homes, squinting as they adjusted to the long-awaited light.

Sudo Kirihiko transformed back into human form and stood on a rooftop.

God W slowly descended in front of the Narumi Detective Agency. The seven-colored light gradually receded.

“It’s over.” W raised his hand, preparing to remove the driver from his waist and deactivate the transformation.

"Wait." Lin Chen's voice came from behind. He slowly walked up to W—"There's one last thing I haven't finished."

W asked, puzzled, "What is it?"

"Go, and sever the world from the history of Zi-O!"

Upon hearing Lin Chen's words, W suddenly realized that this was the ultimate purpose of creating this ultimate memory.

The crystal wings unfolded once more, and holding the Prism Radiance in his hands, W soared into the sky, its rainbow-colored trail following him as he flew into space.

Looking at the azure planet beneath his feet, W drew the Prism Sword and raised it above his head. Seven-colored data streams began to emanate from the Prism Sword and spread throughout the world.

In the world of Zi-O, Tokiwa Sougo wakes up from a dream and goes straight to the dining table.

He said, "I'm starting," and picked up his breakfast to eat.

"Hey, Sougo, you look so tired." Seeing Tokiwa Sougo with his eyes closed and still in his pajamas, Tsukuyomi couldn't help but ask.

"How can I not be tired? Constantly traveling through time is exhausting," Tokiwa Sougo complained.

"Traveling through time? What for?" Gates asked from the side.

"Isn't it all for getting W's watch face? Hmm... By the way, Geiz, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in the future, fighting Another W in Fuuto?" Tokiwa Sougo was still a little confused. Only then did he realize that Geiz was there too.

"What W? Sougo, are you sick? We haven't met W yet." Tsukuyomi touched Tokiwa Sougo's forehead at this moment.

Upon hearing this, Tokiwa Sougo instantly snapped out of his daze: "What's going on? Have you forgotten Tsukuyomi, Philip and Shotaro Hidari-senpai? And Akiko-neechan?"

"Hey, Zi-O, are you still half asleep?"

...

Aura and Ur landed on the ground, both looking rather disheveled. Having lost their time manipulation abilities, they had suffered terribly in the W world. The final, malevolent release of the fear meme had only deepened their despair.

"That despicable bastard! It's all because of him! I will never let him get away with this!" Aura stood up, her little face filled with anger.

"Forget it, the two of us can't beat him. And now we don't even know where Swartz is. Let's hope he comes back!" Ul advised, having come to terms with it.

"Are you looking for me?" Swartz's voice suddenly came from behind the two of them.

The two men turned around, their faces filled with surprise. But when they saw another figure, their expressions turned serious.

"I have to thank Tsukasa Kadoya. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have encountered that interesting world. Let me introduce you to the guide who led the savior who defeated Oma Zi-O—Woz." Swartz spoke after listening to the two of them finish telling the story of the W world.

"Hello, you two." Woz said, bowing slightly as he held a green book in his hand.

...

In space, Lin Chen and Tsukasa Kadoya looked at each other, exchanging bewildered glances.

"What's going on?! This is so inhumane, kicking us all out!" Tsukasa Kadoya couldn't help but complain.

"It was probably an accidental injury!" Lin Chen said. "Should we return it?"

"No, everything there is resolved. I'm about to begin my new journey." Tsukasa Kadoya took one last photo of Earth enveloped in data streams. Then he asked Lin Chen, "What about you?"

“I’m not going back either. I don’t like parting, and I have other things to do now, which have been delayed for a long time,” Lin Chen said, his hand, which was always in his pocket, couldn’t help but rub the drawing paper.

Chapter 179 Orphnoch

The thick darkness enveloped the entire city, and the streetlights cast a dim yellow glow, barely tearing away a corner of the night.

In the stillness of the night, a layer of fine ripples suddenly appeared in the air, like a stone being thrown into a calm lake, and a dimensional wall spanning the night slowly unfolded and opened.

Lin Chen's figure stepped out from the distorted dimensional rift.

As soon as he regained his footing, the evolution memory in his pocket suddenly heated up. Lin Chen reached out and took out the evolution memory. The surface of the pure white memory was shimmering with a faint light, and it was now slowly flickering, as if it had its own breath.

Lin Chen looked at it, his tone tinged with emotion: "So you really did come to this new world with me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the memory chip at his fingertips lit up for a moment, trembling slightly as if in response to his words.

Back in World W, he originally planned to negotiate directly with the original memories of Earth and smoothly obtain what he wanted. At that time, he was indeed too arrogant, overestimating himself and underestimating the intentions of these beings.