As a weirdo, I like being a Kamen Rider

"Millions upon millions."

Lin Chen repeated those four words in a low voice, as if he had grasped a key code. The thin layer of ice in his eyes suddenly shattered, turning into sharp scrutiny, his gaze sweeping over Minglong like a scanner.

"I see."

He took a step forward, his boots sinking into the wet sand, his voice low and resolute:

"Cloning technology?"

It's not a question, it's a statement.

"I was wondering why your life force seemed a bit strange." Lin Chen narrowed his eyes slightly. "So you're just an empty shell without a soul. Even if you copy a million of you, you'll just be a pile of talking dregs."

Narutaki's laughter stopped abruptly.

Seeing the change in Narutaki's expression, Lin Chen became even more certain of his guess.

Having received his answer, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, a smile like that of a beast that had smelled blood.

“Even though you’re a clone, you’re still Narutaki, right?” He slowly stretched his neck. “We had a lot of fun last time.”

He looked up, his gaze sweeping across Narutaki's pale face like a sharp blade.

"I hope this time... you can last a little longer than last time."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Chen's right hand had already reached into the dimensional barrier, and when he pulled it out, a silver and black Orga belt had appeared in his hand. He put the belt on his waist.

Drupers store.

By the window, the giant ice cream cup in front of Tsukasa Kadoya was almost empty.

A gray dimensional barrier silently unfolded beside him. Lin Chen took a step out, his expression unchanged, except that a few grains of sand remained stuck to the soles of his boots.

Without even looking up, Tsukasa Kadoya was idly tapping the rim of his empty glass with the handle of his spoon, making a crisp clinking sound: "Oh, you're back? What's up with that eccentric Narutaki?"

"It's just a clone left over from Shocker." Lin Chen walked to the table and sat down, his tone calm. "Judging from what he said, there are many more clones like this. You're in for a rough time."

Tsukasa Kadoya paused in his tapping of the cup, then grinned.

He didn't show the slightest sign of trouble; instead, a hint of interest flashed in his eyes: "Really? Then this will be fun."

He put down his spoon, leaned forward, and glanced at the puzzled-looking Kouta and Mai Takashi in the shop before finally settling on Lin Chen's face:

"Next, we'll start gathering people. We'll get fifteen Heisei Kamen Riders together and put an end to this farce."

Lin Chen raised his eyes, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly: "There's clearly something wrong here. Minglong's sudden appearance and the deliberate leaving of clues about gathering the knights might be a trap set by the enemy."

“Of course I know.” Tsukasa Kadoya leaned back, hands behind his head, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. “But the cicadas have already appeared. If we mantises don’t act…”

He paused, then looked out the window at the city.

"How could the last bird show itself?"

Chapter 237 W and Faiz

The Wind Tower stands against the gray-blue sky, its blades spinning incessantly in the wind.

The three stood on the edge of the rooftop. Lin Chen put his hands in his pockets, his gaze fixed on the iconic building in the distance. The Wind City!

As for why there were three people, when Lin Chen and Kadoya Tsukasa were about to set off, Kaito Kamen Rider, the second rider of Gaim, appeared and said that he also wanted to go along for greater power. It would be good to have more help, and the two did not refuse.

Tsukasa Kadoya leaned against the railing, holding a tablet in his hand, his permed blond hair swaying wildly in the wind. Kaito Kamen Rider stood on the far right, arms crossed, his red jacket undone, chin slightly raised, and undisguised ambition burning in his eyes.

“Perfect, killing two birds with one stone.” Tsukasa Kadoya said, ticking a box on the tablet in his hand.

After saying that, he turned and left.

In front of the Narumi Detective Agency, Shotaro Hidari, dressed in a white suit, leaned against the iconic motorcycle, adjusted his hat in the rearview mirror, and struck what he thought was a very cool pose.

He muttered narcissistic words to himself.

Having just admired his own tough-guy appearance, he confidently straightened up, ready to hop on his motorcycle and handle today's cases. But as he turned, his movement was too abrupt, and he kicked a nearby trash can.

"Ow—!"

Shotaro hopped up on one foot, clutching his toes, his face contorted in pain, constantly yelling in pain. His disheveled appearance was a stark contrast to his earlier show-off demeanor.

In the distance, Lin Chen and his two companions were walking along the street.

Kadoya Tsukasa took in the whole scene and couldn't help but turn to Lin Chen beside him and say, "Compared to W from another world... this Shotaro is still a half-baked guy."

Lin Chen's lips curled into a very faint smile, but he didn't reply.

He knew in his heart that if that other Shotaro Zuo hadn't merged with the data of Fuuto, and hadn't accumulated the experience of those 100,000 years of memories, his performance might not have been much better than the one in front of him.

Moreover, by significantly rewriting the plot in the W world and ending the crisis of fear ahead of time, he also indirectly shortened the growth trajectory that Shotaro should have had.

If the two were really put together for a contest, perhaps... this "half-baked" guy would actually beat the "perfect tough guy" to a pulp.

Tsukasa Kadoya raised his hand first and lazily waved it: "Yo, we meet again, Shotaro Hidari. No! Kamen Rider W."

"Hey, you lot!"

Shotaro finally noticed the three approaching. He rubbed his still aching toes and his gaze fell on Tsukasa Kadoya's striking blond hair. His pupils then contracted.

"You are? Kamen Rider Decade!"

"Is this guy also a Kamen Rider?" Kaito Kumon looked Shotaro up and down and couldn't help but ask, "Looks like he's a bit inferior to Gaim."

"It was just a mistake, but he's a very reliable guy." Tsukasa Kadoya replied casually, then turned to Shotaro with a smile, "Hey, Shotaro, interested in taking on a new request?"

Perhaps it was because he heard Kaito Kamen's word "inferior," but Shotaro's face darkened noticeably. He straightened up, adjusted his slightly askew hat, and said curtly, "Sorry, I have a ton of requests to handle right now. Let's talk about it later."

“It’s alright,” Tsukasa Kadoya shrugged, taking a half-step forward. “We can help you finish those first…”

Before he could finish speaking, a hand reached out from the side and blocked his chest.

Lin Chen stepped forward, his right hand reaching into the dimensional barrier. When he pulled it out, two thick wads of ten-thousand-yuan banknotes were in his palm. He handed the money directly to Shotaro.

"Hey, detective. Even cases have priorities. Our sincerity should make you put our case at the top of your list."

Shotaro's gaze was fixed on the two stacks of yen, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

Recently, the agency has been spending a lot of money on buying hardcore novels, and Akiko has been nagging us every day. With this money, we can not only stop Akiko's nagging, but also buy another batch of books.

Seeing Shotaro's gaze, Lin Chen knew he had it in the bag.

He never intended to waste too much time with this half-baked detective. If Shotaro were to stand his ground and refuse, he would immediately turn around and go find Akiko in this world, the nominal director, who was much easier to talk to than the man in front of him.

Now we've saved ourselves that trouble.

Lin Chen didn't say anything more, but simply handed the two stacks of banknotes forward again.

In Futo, at an open-air café.

Shotaro picked up his coffee, took a sip, glanced at the three people at the table, and finally spoke: "Speak, what is your request?"

Tsukasa Kadoya briefly recounted the events of the underground empire of Bataan.

“An underground empire, huh?” Shotaro put down his cup, a smile playing on his lips. “How amazing. I never imagined such a thing existed.”

"So, will you help?" Tsukasa Kadoya asked.

Shotaro didn't answer directly, but instead tapped the table with his finger: "If I leave this city, there will be no knights to protect Fuuto."

“This guy can be a replacement.” Tsukasa Kadoya raised his head and looked directly at Kaito Kamen Rider.

"Me?" Kaito pointed to himself in disbelief. "You've gone too far, making decisions for others without my permission."

"Is this guy any good?" Shotaro also looked Kaito up and down, then shook his head. "I still don't really trust outsiders."

Upon hearing this, Tsukasa Kadoya leaned back, a half-smile on his face: "I see, you just don't want to leave Fuuto."

Shotaro touched his chin, smiled, and neither admitted nor denied it.

Lin Chen sat to the side, not saying a word, just quietly stirring the coffee in his cup.

"Speaking of which," Tsukasa Kadoya changed the subject, "do you know a boy named Hiiragi in Fuuto?"

Shotaro revealed a confident smile and tapped his heart with his index finger: "Fuuto is my garden. I know all the residents of this city."

"Is that so?" Tsukasa Kadoya stood up and patted the hem of his trench coat. "Then the rest is up to you."

He turned and left, glancing at Kito with the runes before he went: "You can keep this guy as your helper too."

Kaito was about to retort when Tsukasa Kadoya had already walked away.

Kaito slammed his fist on the coffee table, causing the porcelain cup to bounce and splash brown liquid onto the white tablecloth, leaving a glaring stain.

"What a joke!" Veins bulged on his forehead. "Who wants to stay in this wretched place! I came here to gain more power, not to be your lackey!"

Kadoya Tsukasa had already walked three steps away. Upon hearing this, he simply waved lazily with his back to him, his permed blond hair swaying in the sunlight: "Don't get so angry. Fuuto is a great place."

"you--!"

Just as Kaito was about to give chase, someone grabbed his shoulder. He turned around abruptly and met Shotaro's half-closed eyes.

"Hey, Red Jacket." Shotaro had stood up at some point, the hem of his white suit swaying gently in the wind. He tilted his head, a half-smile playing on his lips. "Running wild in my city doesn't quite fit the tough guy aesthetic."

"Let go." Jiedou's voice turned cold, and a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes.

"So what if I don't let go?" Shotaro not only didn't loosen his grip, but moved even closer. "I've said before that the wind is my garden. Since he's kept you here, then you're now my guest. Or rather, my subordinate?"

"hateful!"

Kaito could no longer restrain himself and suddenly exerted force with his left arm, trying to break free from Shotaro's grip. However, Shotaro's hand was as firm as an iron clamp, and he even twisted it, pinning Kaito's arm behind his back.

Jie Dou's pupils contracted; he hadn't expected that he couldn't shake off this seemingly carefree, half-baked detective.

“Don’t underestimate the guardians of Fuuto,” Shotaro whispered in his ear, his tone no longer frivolous but sharp and battle-hardened. “What do you think Kamen Rider is? A clown dancing in armor? Here, those without the resolve can’t even defeat a Doppelganger.”

A gray dimensional wall silently unfolded in front of an old neighborhood, and Tsukasa Kadoya and Lin Chen stepped out from it.

The afternoon sun slanted across the street, casting long shadows of the two people. Lin Chen looked up, his gaze falling on the shop with the faded signboard in front of him.

Kikuchi Laundry

The edges of the signboard were already turning white, and it swayed slightly in the wind, making a soft creaking sound. Several neatly folded white shirts were displayed in the shop window, looking exceptionally clean under the sunlight.

Lin Chen paused slightly and turned his head to look at Tsukasa Kadoya beside him.

"You want to ask Inui Takumi for help?" His voice was flat, revealing no emotion. "Although I don't know what Faiz is like in this world, based on my experience in the world before... his answer would definitely be a refusal."

Tsukasa Kadoya put his hands in his pockets, looked up at the sign, and smiled nonchalantly: "I have to give it a try."

He reached out and pushed open the glass door, and the wind chimes on the lintel rang with a clear, tinkling sound.