The Strange Cat from Fuuto

He had already thought of this when Miku had Miko vaccinated with the virus.

Furthermore, he not only wanted Miko to be inoculated with the viruses from all the prototype cartridges, but also with the Gamedeus virus.

"Master, all sorting has been completed."

Then Eve spoke.

What stage is the development of Kamen Rider Chronicle at?

Miku was very curious about the development progress of the shrimp dumplings. Eve said in a serious tone, "It has reached 85%, only the last 15% is missing, the data from the Last Boss is missing."

"I see!"

The creation of Gamedeus was orchestrated by Ebisu. Furthermore, his extreme obsession with the Kamen Rider Chronicle led him to even portray Gamedeus as the most powerful boss in the original series.

However, in the end, Old Tan still managed to take the peach.

"Since we lack data on LastBoss, let's create one!"

"learn!"

Eve's true form, the shimmering blue sphere of light, began to transform, and Miku's tail rapidly extended and penetrated Eve's transformed body.

He intends to use his power, through Eve's computational abilities, to create Gamedeus.

Furthermore, Gamedeus, which he created, is more controllable and won't have its thinking data easily modified by Old Tan like the unlucky guy in the original series.

Gamedeus, created by Miku, can be modified and controlled by no one but him.

Miku, watching the data stream flash by rapidly, slowly built Gamedeus's data model and began to inject a series of data such as thinking, action, attack, and defense.

At the same time, he, who was multitasking, said, "Iggy, please contact Serena for me. I need her to do something!"

Australia.

"What's wrong? You already miss me after such a short time apart?"

Serena chuckled at Demiku on the other end of the phone, but to her surprise, she was met with a barking of dogs.

Serena, her forehead creased with exasperation, recognized Iggy's voice and immediately took a deep breath to calm herself: "Iggy, where's that bastard Miku?"

"I'm busy right now!"

"So I'll have Iggy contact you for me!"

Miku, the creator of Gamedeus, spoke up, "I need you to help me get someone out of the Holy City Prison."

You're truly my ancestor!

Serena sighed helplessly, rubbing her forehead.

"Tell me, who do you want me to bail out?"

"Dan Masamune, the former president of Genm Games!"

Chapter 54: Consolation and Action

Holy City Prison.

Cherry blossoms were in full bloom on both sides of the road outside the prison gate. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves and carried the fragrance of the flowers on the wind.

"Clang..."

The loud sound of the door opening echoed into the street.

The man, carrying a suit jacket and wearing a white shirt, said to the prison guards who were seeing him off on his final journey, "Thank you for taking care of me these past few years!"

The prison guard forced a dry smile onto his stiff face, but the man didn't seem to mind and nodded again.

He took his coat and left the prison gates.

Standing at the street corner, the man squinted and quietly looked at the azure sky.

The feeling of looking at the sky is different when you're in prison versus when you're outside.

Inside, it's a life of oppression, constraint, and rigid rules, but outside, there is true freedom.

"Inhale...exhale..."

The man took a deep breath and a long-lost smile appeared on his face: "Wait for me, Sakura!"

Just then, a car stopped in front of him.

The car window rolled down, revealing a cold face as frigid as ancient ice.

"Dan Masamune?"

"Yes!"

Old Tan appeared quite reserved. The other party handed him a document bag, rolled down the car window, and drove away again.

What is this document?

When Lao Tan opened the file bag and saw the contents of the documents inside, his expression turned to surprise.

"He had already made arrangements for me!"

Old Tan pulled out a stack of coins, a deep sorrow appearing in his eyes.

"Is this really the right thing to do?"

He unconsciously squeezed the banknotes, turning them from neat, brand-new bills into crumpled pieces.

..........

CR.

"Where is Emu?"

Exhausted, Jing Feicai yawned, pulled out a chair and sat down. His current condition was not much better than before his death.

"He went to the rooftop!"

Poppy, responding timidly, pointed to the top of his head.

"Are you still troubled by the forensic issue and haven't moved on?"

Jing Feicai, holding her cup, simply sat up from her seat and left the second-floor lounge on her own.

"Fei Cai, where are you going?"

"Going to the toilet!"

The moment the sound came, Jing Feicai had already left CR.

"Ugh!"

Poppy sighed, leaned back, and sat down in her chair.

Looking at her hands, which were still trembling uncontrollably, Poppy's face showed a heartbreaking look of fear and apprehension.

Poopy, curled up in the chair, no longer had the energy she used to have; instead, she looked like a little quail that had narrowly escaped death.

"That's terrifying!!"

"That's absolutely terrifying!"

"We can't win! We can't win!"

A tearful murmur escaped her lips; trembling, Poppy understood even more than the little angel and Jing Feicai how terrifying Miku had been that day.

Perhaps it's a characteristic of the Bugster race, or an individual's sensitivity.

Poppy, through the surreal visions that appeared before her eyes when she looked directly at Miku, deeply understood that Miku was far beyond their ability to defeat.

If one resists forcefully, being shattered to pieces might be the best outcome.

After all, beneath that raging inferno lay countless bones and corpses. The wails of the dead, though brief, shattered Poppy's defenses.

"What should I do?!"

Poppy, clutching his hair in fear, had tears welling in his eyes. Just then, the screen of the game console next to him suddenly lit up.

"do not be afraid!"

The sudden sound made Poppy flinch, and as she looked in the direction of the sound, her eyes slowly widened.

"you..."

"If you can't beat them, then join them!"

A fair hand reached out to Poppy, and before she could react, it disappeared into the second-floor lounge.

Only the game console screen remained, its light gradually fading.

Rooftop.

As Jing Feicai walked out of the building with her cup in her hand, she immediately spotted the little angel leaning against the railing.

"What are you doing, intern?"

"Flying Colors?"

The little angel turned his head, his face streaked with tears. It was clear that Cheche's death had greatly impacted and hurt him.

Are you still heartbroken over the forensic doctor incident?

Jing Feicai quickly walked to the little angel's side, and a trace of grief appeared on the little angel's face: "Yes, it was too sudden."

"Everything happened so suddenly, Kiriya was just... just like that..."

As she spoke, tears welled up in the little angel's eyes again.

Is it useful?

With a calm expression, Jing Feicai asked a question.

"Huh?" The little angel with tear stains on her face looked at Jing Feicai in confusion. "What did you say?"

"Is it helpful to wallow in self-pity and wallow in sadness here?"

Jing Feicai's tone turned stern as she slammed the cup in her hand at the little angel's feet.

The cup shattered, and coffee splattered everywhere, landing on the little angel's trouser leg.