As a weirdo, I like being a Kamen Rider

In a brief moment, a small but wild tiger cub named Orphnoch slowly emerged from the deformed carriage.

However, this power was too great for a ten-year-old child to withstand. The tiger form lasted only a few seconds before slowly dissipating as the power faded, and Yuto reverted to his small human body.

Yuto's body slumped limply under the seat, his eyes closed, his breathing weak, the blood on his face still wet. But his closed eyes were devoid of their former clarity and liveliness, only a deathly stillness remained. His soul, in this irrational transformation, had been utterly exhausted, like a candle flickering in the wind, slowly extinguishing.

The distant sirens and ambulance horns grew closer. Uniformed police officers and paramedics quickly arrived at the scene, carefully dismantling the mangled vehicle and lifting the seriously injured Yuto into the ambulance. No one noticed that in Yuto's slightly curled palm, a smooth, warm five-cent coin, worn smooth by countless touches, gleamed faintly in the setting sun.

The ambulance sped towards the nearby hospital, its piercing siren shattering the evening's tranquility and taking away the last warmth of this ordinary Japanese family.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Chen slowly awoke to a pungent smell of disinfectant.

He struggled to open his heavy eyelids, and what came into view was a pure white world—white walls, white lights, a white ceiling, and a white hospital gown covering him. He could hear the regular beeping of the medical equipment, mixed with the sound of nurses talking in Japanese in the distance, which strangely he could understand completely.

"Where...where am I?" Lin Chen's throat was dry and sore, and his voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible. He tried to move, but found that his whole body felt like it was falling apart, and every inch of his skin was aching, especially his forehead and chest, which were throbbing with pain.

He rolled his eyes blankly, taking in his surroundings. It was a typical Japanese hospital room. On the bedside table was a glass of warm water and a small fruit bowl with a few fresh strawberries. There was nothing else. The unfamiliar environment and the unfamiliar language filled him with a strong sense of unease.

He remembered being hit by an out-of-control truck while crossing the street on his way home from working overtime. After the excruciating pain, there was only endless darkness. At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind: his parents were waiting for him to come home for dinner, he couldn't die, he had to go home. But now, he found himself in a completely unfamiliar place, even his own body felt unfamiliar.

Just then, the door to the ward was pushed open, and a doctor in a white coat walked in. Seeing that Lin Chen was awake, he showed a relieved smile and said in fluent Japanese, "You're finally awake. It's a miracle. The car accident scene was so horrific, yet you still survived."

A car accident? Lin Chen frowned, his mind blank. He did remember being hit by a truck, but the doctor's account of the accident seemed different from his memory. He spoke instinctively, his voice still hoarse, but he spoke in familiar Chinese: "Doctor, I... how did I get here? I want to go home, my parents are waiting for me!"

The doctor paused for a moment, clearly not understanding Chinese, then gestured: "Little friend, don't be too sad. When the car accident happened, you were with your parents. They...they didn't make it. Only you survived by sheer luck."

"Impossible!" Lin Chen shook his head violently, his eyes filled with disbelief. "You've mistaken me for someone else. My parents are both alive and well, and they're still waiting for me to come home. I'm not this..." He paused, because he suddenly realized that his voice had become childish, completely unlike his twenty-eight-year-old voice.

The nurse looked at him gently: "Little boy, you must have lost your memory after the car accident. Your name is Sato Yuto, you are ten years old, and you are a fourth-grade student at a nearby elementary school. We have contacted your distant relatives, and they will be here soon. You have just woken up and are still very weak, so rest well and don't think too much."

Yuto Sato? Ten years old? Fourth grade of elementary school? Japan?

Lin Chen was completely dumbfounded. He was clearly twenty-eight years old, had a stable job in China, and his parents were alive and well, waiting for him to come home for dinner every day. How could he have turned into a ten-year-old Japanese child? He subconsciously raised his hand, and what came into view was a pair of small, slender hands with fair skin and fingertips that still had a bit of baby fat—this was not his hand at all!

He sat up abruptly, ignoring the excruciating pain, and looked down at his body. He was wearing a large hospital gown, which wrapped around his small frame; his limbs were thin, and he clearly looked like a child.

What on earth is going on? Shouldn't he be dead? Why did he transmigrate into the body of this ten-year-old Japanese child? How worried must his parents be if they can't find him?

Countless questions swirled in his mind, giving him a splitting headache, and his anxiety and fear grew stronger. He subconsciously clenched his fist, and a familiar, icy touch made him pause slightly.

He slowly released his grip, and a smooth, warm five-cent coin lay quietly in his palm. The national emblem on the coin was somewhat blurred, and the edges were worn rounded. This was the coin his mother had given him on his eighteenth birthday. She said the five-cent coin symbolized peace and that he should keep it with him so that no matter how far he traveled, he could always return home safely. He carried this coin with him for ten years. No matter how late he worked, just touching it made him feel that his parents were with him, and it gave him the motivation to go home.

It actually followed us here too.

Lin Chen held the coin, his fingertips tracing the familiar patterns on it again and again. Memories of his past life flooded back like a tide: the home-cooked meals his parents made, the light left on at the door when he came home late from work, his mother's nagging about being careful, his father's quietly tidying up his briefcase... All the images appeared clearly in his mind, intertwining with the unfamiliar Japanese-style hospital room, the unfamiliar language, and the unfamiliar body in front of him, making his nose tingle and his eyes well up with tears.

He wanted to go home, to be back with his parents, to eat another meal cooked by them, to tell them he was alright. But now he didn't even know where he was, and even his appearance had changed. How could he get back?

The nurse was whispering something to him, but he didn't hear a word she said.

He simply clutched the five-cent coin tightly, sitting on the hospital bed, lost in thought.

Chapter 31 The New World

The morning sunlight streamed through the wooden window frames, casting a slanting glow into the small room on the second floor of the photography studio, landing on the soft bedding and making one feel lazy and comfortable.

Lin Chen suddenly opened his eyes, his chest heaving violently, and his forehead covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.

The dark golden light of the Earth Emperor's belt exploded before his eyes. Kurosawa's sinister gaze, Momose's scarlet vertical pupils, Genda's brute force, and Zhuchuan's icy pincers—countless killing intents intertwined, trapping him firmly in the underground laboratory of Smart Brain Academy, rendering him immobile. A suffocating fear gripped his neck, and he only awoke with a start a split second before his consciousness plummeted into the abyss.

It took Lin Chen a while to fully recover and look around.

The room was decorated with warm yellow wallpaper, a simple bookshelf in the corner, a glass of slightly cool boiled water on the table, and the bedding smelled clean from being sun-dried—this was the room the photography studio had prepared for him, not that cold, oppressive school prison filled with surveillance and murderous intent.

Kurosawa and Lucky Four-Leaf Clover have been crushed into ashes by the Earth Emperor's Light Blade, leaving not even bone fragments.

Having figured this out, Lin Chen couldn't help but chuckle softly, his laughter filled with relief.

For the past six months, he has been on edge at the academy, feigning compliance during the day and training in seclusion at night, battling the fear of a shortened lifespan while also guarding against any unexpected accidents that might occur at any time.

He propped himself up and sat up, stretching his shoulders, his bones cracking slightly.

He whispered in his mind, "System."

A light blue virtual panel instantly unfolded before my eyes.

Ultimate Evolution System

[Host: Lin Chen]

[Race: Tiger-type Orphnoch (Complete Form)]

Core Attributes:

Physical fitness 43/118 (average human average 5)

Agility 35/107 (average human 5)

Spirit 37/82 (average human level 5)

Lifespan: 39 years

Evolution Points: 314

Yesterday, I killed Kurosawa and four executive-level Orphnochs, gaining a whopping 310 evolution points. Now I'm starting to regret killing Momose; I could have used her resurrection ability to exploit a bug and farm evolution points. But Momose is already dead.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Chen allocated all 310 evolution points with a thought.

Invest 100 points into Constitution, 110 points into Agility, and the remaining 100 points into Spirit.

The properties panel refreshes instantly.

[Constitution: 53/133]

Agility: 46/123

[Spirit: 47/97]

Lifespan: 59 years

Evolution Points: 4

A gentle yet powerful warmth instantly swept through his body. He clenched his fist, feeling even stronger.

What reassured him most was the bright red number in the lifespan column.

59 years.

From struggling to survive after his initial transmigration, to having only 13 years left to live after awakening the Orphnoch, and now having nearly 60 years left to live, the blade of death hanging over his head has finally been removed.

From now on, barring any unforeseen circumstances, he will no longer need to worry about his lifespan. With the Earth Emperor's Belt in hand, he can easily crush most monsters. As long as he continues to hunt monsters and acquire evolution points, his attributes will only become stronger, and his lifespan will only increase.

The road home seems so close now.

After a quick wash, I went downstairs.

A faint aroma of bread and the smoky scent of fried eggs wafted from the living room on the first floor. Koei Jiro, wearing an apron, was bringing the last plate of toast to the table. Seeing Lin Chen come downstairs, the old man smiled and waved, "Awake? Come and have breakfast, it's just been made."

"Thank you, Mr. Eijiro." Lin Chen stepped forward and thanked him politely.

On the table were fried eggs, toast, warm milk, and fresh fruit—simple yet heartwarming. This was only the second time in his fifteen years of travel that he had experienced such unreserved kindness, aside from the convenience store owner, Uncle Sato. There was no exploitation, no apprehension, only pure warmth.

Not long after, Hikari Natsumi came down from the second floor, rubbing her eyes. When she saw Lin Chen, she immediately smiled brightly: "Lin Chen, you're up so early! Did you sleep well last night?"

"Very good, thank you, Xia Hai."

"That's good!" Hikari Natsumi hopped down, picked up a slice of toast, took a bite, and mumbled, "Shi is probably still in bed. That guy always sleeps until the sun is high in the sky."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tsukasa Kadoya yawned and walked out of the inner room. He lazily pulled out a chair, sat down, took a sip of milk, glanced at Lin Chen, and snorted irritably, "Hey, weirdo, you didn't do anything sneaky last night, did you?"

"If I were to try anything funny, you'd be lying on the ground by now," Lin Chen replied calmly.

Tsukasa Kadoya raised an eyebrow, about to retort, but was glared at by Natsumi Hikari: "Tsukasa! Don't bully Rin-kun! Eat your food properly!"

Tsukasa Kadoya shut his mouth sullenly, picked up the toast and took a big bite, as if venting his dissatisfaction.

Yusuke Onodera also came over, sat down quietly, and nodded slightly to Lin Chen as a greeting. The group sat around the dining table, the sunlight shining on them, chatting and laughing, without any fighting or scheming, only the simple joys of everyday life.

Looking at the scene before him, Lin Chen picked up the milk and took a small sip, feeling a warm feeling welling up in his heart.

These days are wonderful.

A stable and peaceful life, with trustworthy companions and an environment where he doesn't have to be constantly on guard—this is the life he has longed for for the past fifteen years.

After breakfast, a group of people were discussing with newspapers: "[Unknown life forms have been attacking the city one after another; the Metropolitan Police Department has established a special task force to deal with the situation]."

The report was accompanied by blurry photos of a bizarrely shaped human covered in rough skin, moving swiftly and causing tremendous destruction, resulting in several civilian casualties.

"Unknown life forms? Have we returned to Onodera's world?" Hikari Natsumi said, looking at the newspaper.

"Who knows?" Tsukasa Kadoya put down his camera, his tone casual.

The group chatted casually about the newspaper articles, occasionally exchanging a few playful banter, creating a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere. Lin Chen sat to the side, holding a cup of warm black tea, quietly watching their antics, a faint smile unconsciously playing on his lips.

Just then, Koeijiro turned on the television, which was broadcasting a report about an unknown life form attacking humans.

Everyone immediately gathered around the television.

The screen was showing a live broadcast, the camera focused on a square in the city center. A large number of police cars surrounded the square, their lights flashing. Outside the police cordon, a large crowd of onlookers had gathered. A reporter, microphone in hand, nervously reported: "Currently, the unknown life form has been surrounded by the Metropolitan Police Department's Special Countermeasures Team. It is understood that the team will use the newly developed armored system to suppress it..."

The camera then shifts to the center of the encirclement.

A strange man of normal human size has been surrounded.

Opposite the strange man, several police officers in specially made combat suits were on high alert, and a blue armored man walked into the frame.

With its sharp lines covering the entire body, the armor features a square helmet on the head, a prominent "G3-X" logo on the chest, and heavy weapons mounted on the arms and legs, exuding a mechanical and technological feel. It is the artificially developed Kamen Rider G3-X armor.

Lin Chen's eyes brightened slightly.

G3-X system!

He recognized it at a glance: it was an artificial Rider Armor developed by humans in the world of "Kamen Rider Agito" to fight against the Unknown. Although it was a mass-produced artificial armor and its strength was far inferior to that of natural Riders, it was still an important force for humanity in fighting monsters using technology.

It seems that Tsukasa Kadoya's dimensional barrier brought them to the world of Agito.

A hint of anticipation rose in Lin Chen's heart.

It's another world full of weirdos, which means there are plenty of evolution points to harvest.

On the screen, the wearer of the G3-X armor was clearly unable to operate it perfectly; his movements were stiff and clumsy, his steps were unsteady, and he almost fell, drawing gasps from the audience.

Upon seeing the unknown life form rushing towards it, G3-X grabbed a nearby police car and threw it at the life form.

The car flew through the air in an arc before crashing heavily to the ground with a loud bang.

Hikari Natsumi couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow! That armor is incredibly strong!"