The Strange Cat from Fuuto

The leader of Shocker cursed under his breath, then quickly walked behind the door at the end of the corridor to stop thinking about it.

Behind the gate was a square as big as a football field, with a huge machine standing in the center.

The gear-like historical shuttle machine sits atop a rectangular base with a red energy core at its center. Upon closer inspection, one can see a human brain within the core.

"Activate the shuttle immediately!" The Shocker leader shouted the order as soon as he saw the shuttle. The Shocker scientist beside him exclaimed in panic, "But we're far from achieving the desired effect! Once we activate it, we might never be able to return!"

"If we can't go back, we can't go back. As long as we can change history, then it's all worth it!"

The leader of Shocker, who had interrupted the scientist, waved his hand and ordered, "Activate immediately!"

"Yes!"

Upon receiving the order, the Schuga scientist immediately went to start the machine. After he pulled the lever on the main control panel...

The core of the time-travel machine lit up rapidly, and tiny sparks of electricity emanated from the cerebral cortex located inside the core.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."

The spinning history machine distorted the spacetime above, while a mournful wail echoed from inside the machine.

"Kill me! Kill me!"

"Kill me now!"

Ignoring the agonizing screams of the Shocker leader, they began to pinpoint the location of the spacetime rift. At the same time, Number 3, who was outside preparing to engage the enemy, suddenly changed his expression.

"This is..."

Number 3, touching his heart, looked at the tower that had been pierced, the rickety tower about to collapse at any moment.

In the laboratory where Maria and the others were, Number 2 had been released. Standing awkwardly next to the culture tank with a blank look in his eyes, Number 2 did not react when a cement slab fell and hit him on the head.

"Take me away from here! I command you to take me away from here!"

Dr. Yamato, who was shaking Number 2's shoulders wildly, was filled with hysteria. Miku's attack had not only pierced through the tower, but also turned half of their laboratory into gas.

Maria, who was standing at the window, was instantly vaporized. She only survived because she was closer to Number 2.

Upon receiving the order, Number 2 grabbed Dr. Yamato's arm and led him outside.

Outside, the space around Number 3 gradually distorted, and at the same time, the voice of the Shocker leader rang in his ears.

“3号，我会直接将你送往1973年的2月10号，记住你的任务，杀掉假面骑士1号和2号！”

As the Shocker leader roared into the walkie-talkie, he slammed his fist on the button next to him.

The history machine shuddered violently, and the wailing within transformed into a vicious curse: "You bastards! I, Banno Tenjuro, will rather die than let you have your way! Die with me!"

The moment the spacetime tunnel appeared, it swallowed Number 3 whole, and at the same time, Miku's figure disappeared into the alternate dimension.

After both of them left, a dazzling light burst forth from the base of the tower.

The space trembled for a moment the instant the light exploded.

The next second, the entire alternate dimension collapsed into fragments.

Chapter 68: The Future Seen by Number 3, and the History Changed by Miku!

In the distorted spacetime tunnel, there is no concept of direction, let alone time.

All I felt was intense pain; my body felt like dough being thrown into a pasta machine and kneaded at will.

The flashing scene before my eyes was meaningless; it was nothing but meaningless, colorful patches.

Number 3, whose painful wails were suppressed in his throat, opened his mouth wide but could not utter a single syllable.

Am I dead?

Number 3, his body twisted like a yarn, traveled along the seemingly endless spacetime tunnel, with all sorts of noisy sounds echoing in his ears.

Those were the sounds of different eras: the roar of airplane engines slowly faded into the distance, replaced by the whistles of trains; the whistles dissipated, and the crisp ringing of bicycle bells filled the air.

Immediately following was a chaotic cacophony of voices, the words carrying various messages directly entering Number 3's mind.

Number 3 glared angrily, but couldn't do anything.

Even if he could change history, the power of historical correction wouldn't affect him, but the pain of time travel made him unable to live or die.

I don't know how much time has passed; it could be a moment, or it could be eternity!

Number 3 felt a sudden heaviness in his body, followed by a feeling of weightlessness as he plummeted downwards.

At the same time, the perception and control of the body returned to Number 3's hands.

........

January 10, 1973.

A desolate wasteland.

Sparse, withered yellow grasses basked in the scorching sun, while two long streaks of sand stretched across the wasteland.

Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be two red and white motorcycles, ridden by two riders who looked alike.

Green armor, black biological skin, a red scarf fluttering on the chest, and a head armor resembling a locust.

"Rumble..."

A sudden clap of thunder sounded in the sky, and several bolts of lightning danced wildly in the air like mad snakes.

This scene caught the attention of Number 1 and Number 2. After stopping their motorcycles and exchanging glances, they rushed to the center where the lightning was most concentrated.

The sky seemed to have been stained with a stain on a blank canvas, suddenly caved inward, and a huge black hole appeared in the sky accompanied by raging lightning.

"What is that?!"

Number 2 stared in horror at the black hole in the sky, while Number 1's pupils shrank: "It looks like something fell down!"

Blue No. 3 flew out of the black hole and plummeted straight to the ground.

"Oh!"

As it landed, No. 3 created a sizable crater in the wasteland, raising a cloud of dust, and a pair of goggles suddenly lit up.

"This is...."

Number 1 and Number 2, who had just gotten off the motorcycle to see what was going on, hadn't taken more than a few steps when they jumped to either side. A highly condensed gust of wind flew off from where they had just stood, skimming the ground.

"The enemy?"

Number 1, half-squatting on the ground, embodies the purest and simplest characteristics of the Showa era: do what needs to be done without making a fuss.

Together with Number 2, they charged towards Number 3. Number 3, slowly assuming a fighting stance, sensed his rapidly recovering body and his eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit.

That's why I say, modified humans are modified humans, they're just that tough and resilient.

But before he could make a move, a claw landed on his shoulder.

"Yo!"

A deep greeting reached Number 3's ears. Number 3 turned his head and met Miku's eyes.

"You didn't expect this, did you? I'm here too!"

"It's you!"

Upon seeing Miku's eyes, Number 3 recognized Miku's identity.

Number 3, whose body sank downwards, broke free from Miku's control and quickly rolled forward.

Miku had no intention of holding onto this guy, and calmly watched Number 3, who was on high alert.

Number 1 and Number 2 stopped and looked suspiciously at Number 3, who seemed to be on high alert.

"Who exactly are you people?" Number One asked bluntly. "Are you remnants of Shocker?"

Noticing the markings on the shackles of number 3, numbers 1 and 2 exchanged glances, and their colleague nodded.

"what!"

With a whooshing sound, Number 1 and Number 2 pounced on Number 3 in perfect unison. Miku narrowed his eyes slightly upon seeing this.

"Did I tell you to move?" Miku raised his finger and used his power to freeze Number 1 and Number 2 in mid-air. The stiff Number 1 and Number 2 were like postmodern performance artists, frozen in mid-air without moving.

"Who exactly are you?" Number 3 glanced at Numbers 1 and 2, who were frozen in shock by Miku. Miku waved his hand and said, "I'm just a harmless cat, nothing special."

"On the contrary, it's you guys!" Miku, pointing at number 3, sneered, "You really have guts, daring to do something like this. Aren't you afraid those guys in green clothes and scarves will come knocking on your door?"

"What are you talking about!?" Number Three, still wary of Miku's words, remained completely confused.

"What I'm saying is very simple, don't you understand?" Miku tilted his head and chuckled, "Then I'll explain it to you properly."

"Your plan for the Shocker is indeed perfect. You split the so-called history-changing machine into two parts. One part is a time machine used to travel through history. Because you were worried about errors in the calculation, you took away the brain of the barbarians to serve as a computer for auxiliary algorithms."

The other part is you, the one who executes the history-altering act. Shocker used Cell Coins to construct your body and housed your soul within the core of the history-altering machine.

"The combination of the two is the history-changing machine, which misleads others into believing that the time-changing machine is something else!"

"Whether it's using 001 to disrupt the city or using conglomerates to circulate memory."

Their fundamental purpose is to gather the two essential conditions for activating the time-travel machine: the first is the super-evolutionary acceleration core within 001's body, and the second is the massive amount of life force needed to support the rapid operation of the Savage's mind.

"By creating chaos, you have buried your true purpose deep within."

If you were given more time, perhaps you could really perfect the history travel machine and achieve perfect history travel.

But sending you to this era has come at a terrible price; the Shocker family, except for you, is now completely wiped out!

"And you can't go back either. Even if you change history, you will become a lonely soul wandering outside of history, forever detached from the times!"

"Who are you? How do you know so much?" Number 3 roared, his face turning extremely ugly. Miku lifted his toes off the ground and floated upwards.

"Who am I, and why do I know so much?"

“Number 3, your vision still limits your imagination!” Miku lowered his head slightly, looking down at Number 3: “I came, I witnessed, I know!”

"I am omniscient and omnipotent!"

Miku, chin raised, revealed a slight smile, while Number 3, lost in thought, exclaimed, "That's impossible! Gods don't exist in this world!"

"You are just a being that is more powerful than us."

“That’s right, I am indeed stronger and of a higher status than you.” Mikumoran changed the subject, saying, “That’s enough for you. I am a god!”