I am Kamen Rider who reverses dimensions

After learning how to get home, Gensou felt much better. He chuckled and helped Shinobu out from under the table, taught her to open her eyelids, cough downwards, then wiped away her involuntary tears and continued:

"I can go home whenever I want, it's that simple. Okay, let's get down to business."

Gengo pulled Shinobu Kocho back down to sit, and said thoughtfully:

"Let's talk about ghosts again. Do you have any living ghosts? I have something I'd like to try."

"Yes, we captured some ghosts on Fujikasake Mountain as a test for new recruits. What do you want to test?"

Shinobu Kocho, her eyes red-rimmed, looked curiously at Genjiro, this strange benefactor who always seemed to be shrouded in an unfathomable aura.

You'll find out soon enough.

Gengo stood up and walked to the door. He put his hand up, and a breeze came out from inside. Then a faint light appeared. Sure enough, the wind in Fuuto would guide him home. He opened the door and saw the familiar layout of the office. He smiled and turned back to Shinobu Kocho, but he saw a completely different reflection in her bewildered eyes.

Oh, I see.

Yuanxiang muttered something to himself and said nothing more. Amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd, he vanished into thin air through the doorway.

'Plane movement experience +1'

Wow! Is this kind of experience even possible?

Looking at the words on his head, Gengo clicked his tongue twice, then put on his coat, put on his fedora, put away his belt, turned around, pushed open the door, and walked into Fuuto. When he heard that demons are afraid of sunlight, he had this idea in his mind. If it really worked, it might help reduce some of the casualties of the Demon Slayer Corps.

"Hey, buddy, you're back with work? Come over for a drink tonight when you're done."

“Go away, Yuanxiang is still a child, how can you teach him to drink? Little Yuanxiang, your Uncle Dongcun caught a big fish, come and have a taste tonight.”

"Good afternoon, Brother Yuanxiang."

Gengo greeted his neighbors as he hurried toward the shopping street. As he passed the square, he saw Nanoha Takamachi and Barbara feeding pigeons. They seemed to be getting along very well. Gengo hesitated for a moment, then decided not to disturb them. The children were having a great time, and he didn't want to spoil their fun.

"Xiang, what brings you here?"

A middle-aged man dressed as a repairman, with a stubble beard, was intently working on the machinery at hand while chatting with Yuanxiang:

"Let me make this clear first, I'm not going to change the engine on your motorcycle. The wind is only so strong, what are you doing going so fast? It's too dangerous."

"We'll talk about the engine later."

Yuanxiang made a gesture of moving the items aside, then leaned on the counter, tilted his head, and looked at the uncle, saying:

"Uncle Mingtang, I remember you have a lamp that you said can emit sunlight. Can you sell it to me?"

"Ah, that special ultraviolet lamp, what do you need that for?"

Mingtang Huben paused for a moment, took off his headlamp, and looked at Yuanxiang with a puzzled expression, saying:

"Didn't you complain that the lighting was too gloomy?"

"The underworld has its uses too, right? Alright, alright, Uncle Mingtang, don't worry about it so much, just name your price."

"Name your price. People who don't know better would think you're some kind of nouveau riche."

Mingtang Huben pouted and teased Gensou in a strange voice, then went into the next room. After a clattering sound, he came out carrying a box the size of a microwave oven, shoved it into Gensou's arms, and waved his hand, saying:

"Alright, let's go. I won't charge you for this junk. Just do what makes you happy."

"Okay, thank you, Uncle Mingtang. I'll give it to you tomorrow..."

"I don't want peaches anymore."

Mingtang Huben glared at him and said irritably:

"My Taro is practically turned into a peach by you. How come you never get tired of eating him?"

Uncle Mingtang, you must know, Peach World

"Yes, yes, yes, Peach World"

Mingtang Huben chuckled and patted the smug Yuanxiang, who was puffing out his chest and saying:

"Just like your grandfather. Go on, I have work to do here, so I won't keep you."

"Okay, Uncle Mingtang, I'm leaving."

Yuanxiang picked up the box, smiled, and left the repair shop. But as soon as he stepped out of the shop, he suddenly froze in the bright sunlight.

Grandpa... Grandpa...

As he murmured those two words, the familiar feeling of lying on the stretcher before surged back into his heart. Although he still couldn't remember anything, the warmth that filled his chest seemed to say it all. He pursed his lips, tilted his head back slightly, blinked hard, and let out a slightly wistful sigh. Then he turned and walked into the dark alley. He wanted to take a shortcut to get back to the office as soon as possible. If the lamp really worked, he would have something to do next.

Wait, this is...

As Genji was about to return, he suddenly heard a melodious song. The voice was unfamiliar; he didn't remember such a beautiful voice in Fuuto. He stopped in his tracks. The cheerful rhythm calmed his heart. He followed the sound and once again saw Takamachi Nanoha and her friends. In the midst of the song, he...

She wore a pastor's hat, her light golden, naturally curly hair was tied into pigtails, and she wore a white dress with black and blue lace trim, white tights with petal patterns, and matching shoes. A large white and blue bow was tied around her neck, and a blue and gold book with a metal cover was attached to her waist, with a blue gemstone inlaid in the center. He didn't know if it was just Yuanxiang's imagination, but he always felt that the gemstone seemed to be more than just ordinary.

Forget it, let's go.

Yuanxiang glanced at the people gathered around because of the singing, pulled up the brim of his hat. Years of transformation experience made him somewhat resistant to such lively places; dark and secluded corners were the better places to transform.

"Buzz----------"

what happened?

Yuanxiang, who had walked a distance away, suddenly heard an extremely piercing sound, like the noise after wheat was fried. He casually put the box next to the trash can and then ran back quickly. Then he saw that in the square where he had just been, people were lying on the ground, covering their ears in pain.

The culprit behind all this is this strange man with a silvery-metallic body and a giant microphone on his head, who is currently dragging the girl from another world away from this place.

You guys, did you really think I was dead?

Gensho's eyes were filled with murderous intent. Without the slightest hesitation, he took out a belt from his coat.

"Joker!"

006 The Real Monster

Earth is also a living organism, and all the myriad phenomena that occur on Earth are recorded in Earth's memory. All life, civilization, and everything else are carefully preserved by Earth. For thousands of years, this secret has remained undetected by any living being.

But one day, the prestigious Sonozaki family of Fuuto used a special program to convert "Earth's memory" into a USB-like "memory". The Gaia memory used by Gengo, "Joker", is a creation from there.

After acquiring this technology, the Sonozaki family established a secret organization called "Museum" to produce and sell memory in Fuuto in order to collect data and promote evolution.

However, this power comes at a price. Most Gaia memories contain potent toxins. If the user has strong negative emotions such as anger or hatred, they will react with the toxins, causing the user to lose control or even die.

Therefore, during the period when the Gaia Memory was circulating, Fuuto became a very dangerous city. No one knew when or where a monster who could kill would suddenly appear. It was during this time that Gengo was hit on the head by the Gaia Memory and the Lost Driver, which appeared out of nowhere, and became Kamen Rider Joker. He began to fight monsters, and as the situation developed, he single-handedly annihilated all the high-ranking members of the 'Museum'.

But that doesn't mean the end. Although the 'museum' has fallen apart, there are still remnants secretly using the memories to cause trouble. Just like now, the remaining memories are still creating chaos in Fuuto and dragging in guests from the other world.

Unforgivable!

"Miss, from today onwards, become my personal songstress, or else... oh!!"

The microphone-wielding monster grabbed Barbara's arm and lifted her up, uttering lewd threats in an electronic voice. But before he could finish speaking, a flash appeared before Barbara's eyes, and the hideous monster's face vanished, leaving only his mournful cries and the arm still gripping hers. Barbara jerked violently, flinging the severed arm away. Then, turning her head, she saw a black knight strike the monster with lightning speed, sending it tumbling into the air, scattering silver metal fragments everywhere.

Suddenly, the knight stopped, his movements abruptly halting, making it seem as if time itself slowed down. But immediately, the memory was inserted into the special attack slot at his waist, reappearing at lightning speed. He spun around and kicked, his movements like a streak of lightning drawing a ribbon in the air, or like a thunderclap exploding. The microphone monster screamed and exploded with a deafening roar. Then, a gaunt man fell to the ground from the sparks, along with a shattered memory lying beside him.

So strong...

Having witnessed all of this, Barbara had seemingly forgotten her severed arm and murmured to herself.

This progress is truly astonishing.

Standing on the rooftop, the man dressed in white uttered a similar sentiment. He looked at the attendant beside him, who was also dressed in white. The attendant nodded and respectfully said:

"Lord Jia Tou Shun, the Joker's data has been recorded. We can start analyzing it once we return to the branch."

"Hmm, hasn't his real identity been found yet?"

"I'm so sorry, sir," the servant bowed even lower, "all the leads we found have gone cold, but we will definitely find him."

“It doesn’t matter, his identity is irrelevant,” Kato said, wiping his nails. “What we want is his memory. Since he sees himself as the guardian of Fuuto, let him work hard. I’m curious to see how far he can take the Joker Memory and create an enemy that can turn against him. The Sonozaki family has not wasted the support the conglomerate has given them.”

Kato Shun picked up the box next to him expressionlessly, staring at the Kamen Rider below, hoping he could perform even better. After all, he was also a product of the conglomerate, and if he didn't perform well, how could he fetch a good price? But at this moment, the Kamen Rider who was studying the broken memory suddenly raised his head. Even though they were dozens of meters apart, Kato Shun still felt like he was being watched.

...Isn't this perception ability a bit too strong?

The box in Jia Toushun's hand fell to the ground with a 'thud'. Although he remained expressionless, he turned and ran. He didn't think he could be a match for that monster. His servants were very loyal. One picked up the bag and followed closely behind, while the other took out his pistol and decisively took charge of covering their retreat.

However, Gensho had once said that Futo was his backyard, and he was extremely familiar with every plant and tree there. Therefore, when Kato looked at the black knight blocking the street entrance, his stiff face twitched, and he decisively bit open the poison sac in his mouth. His attendant did the same. Looking at the two men's bluish faces, Gensho couldn't help but freeze on the spot. He had never seen an enemy commit suicide so decisively.

Yuanxiang squatted down and carefully examined their remains, but no matter how he looked at it, they were indeed completely dead. He then opened the box and found it to be empty, without even a hidden compartment, which was truly puzzling.

What are these people from Foundation X doing here?

As a rival of the Sonozaki family, Gengo naturally investigated their background thoroughly. He also noticed the powerful Zaibatsu X. Looking at the markings on the box, Gengo's expression turned grim. Last time, he finally found some clues and chased them all the way to Kyoto, but ultimately failed. This time, they showed up on their own initiative. Who knows what they're plotting this time?

"Drip~woo~~Drip~woo~~Drip~woo~~"

Just then, sirens blared, accompanied by hurried footsteps. Although they were always a step too late, it had to be admitted that the Futo police were quick to respond. Yuanxiang seized the opportunity, tapped his special move gauge, and punched each of the two men in the chest before lifting the manhole cover and jumping down, leaving the scene.

After Yuanxiang disappeared, the servant left on the roof ran over, turned on his flashlight, lifted the well cover, and confirmed that the murderer had indeed left before coming to Jia Toushun's side. He took out a vial from his box and plunged it into Jia Toushun's chest.

However, he discovered that Jia Tou Shun's body was still being eroded by the power of the memory. He frowned and injected all the medicine into Jia Tou Shun's body. Only then did Jia Tou Shun's body tremble violently, and he slowly opened his eyes. However, the attendant beside him had completely turned to ashes.

"I think we need to apply to headquarters to suspend the plan."

With a blank expression, Jia Tou Shun was helped up by his servants. The flesh on his neck was writhing like maggots. If you were to peel off his clothes, you could clearly see that dark purple energy was constantly impacting his body.

“He is a true monster, and we currently lack the ability to imprison him.”

007 When Soldiers Come, Generals Will Block Them

After the microphone monster was defeated, the jarring, ear-piercing microphone noises also subsided. The people in the square struggled to their feet, and the arriving doctors, having accumulated experience from numerous monster incidents, quickly began providing aid. However, since no one present was injured, they were allowed to leave after receiving a few words of advice.

Watching the prisoner whose severed arm was being urgently stitched up and who was being guarded by several police officers, Barbara thought for a moment and asked, as if to her friend:

"Nanoha, was that the Kamen Rider Joker you were talking about just now?"

"That's right, isn't he handsome? People just knew he wasn't dead."

Nanoha Takamachi, arm in arm with Barbara, walked back, saying happily:

"Dad insists on believing the TV station. Honestly, how could such a good person die? Barbara, don't you know that it was Kamen Rider who towed our school bus back from the bridge last time? Since that day, our whole class has been Kamen Rider fans."

"Well, your lives must be very tough."

Barbara looked at the elated Nanoha Takamachi with a somewhat subtle expression. She hadn't realized it when they were chatting in the group, but after experiencing it in real life, she seemed to understand why Nanoha could remain so calm when she encountered enemies on her side.

"Indeed, there used to be a lot of people around, it was much more lively than it is now."

Looking at the iconic Fuuto Tower, Takamachi Nanoha said sadly: