I am Kamen Rider who reverses dimensions

456 is about to end.

"Sougo, you didn't go to class?"

Tokiwa Jun'ichirō's thoughts were still on his eyes. He wondered why, at his age, he was already experiencing presbyopia. Besides, this was Gensō, not a stranger's place, so he gave a rather casual answer:

"She went out to play with some people."

"Oh, I see. Yes, it's like the weekend here."

Gengo thought for a moment, calculated the time, and then suddenly realized something, slapping his palm. At the same time, Tokiwa Junichiro remembered something, looked at Gengo, and whispered:

"Gengo, have you and Sougo had some kind of conflict lately?"

"Huh? What kind of conflict could I possibly have with him?!"

Hearing this, Gensho was shocked. He was always fighting to the death, how could he have time to come here? Or did something happen to Sougo and suddenly fall on his shoulders?

"I see. Just a while ago, Sougo suddenly seemed very irritable."

Tokiwa Junichiro recalled the events and said softly:

"It's that kind of frustration where you have something right next to you one second, but then you can't find it the next, and you need it urgently. That frustration lasted until Gates and Tsukuyomi came back and took him out for a walk to clear his head. I don't know if he's better now."

"Hmm... well... I'm not quite sure either..."

Upon hearing this, a strange look flashed in Genji's eyes. He seemed to understand something, but in the end, he didn't say anything more. At the same time, the boy looked at Tokiwa Junichiro with a strange expression. How should I put it? Sougo had forgotten him several times because of his own price, but even now, this old man seemed to have not forgotten his appearance at all. Was this luck?

"Yuanxiang, I feel like the way you're looking at me is a little strange..."

Tokiwa Jun'ichirō noticed Genji's gaze and asked, somewhat puzzled. Genji hesitated for a moment before asking Tokiwa Jun'ichirō:

Have you ever bought lottery tickets or anything like that?

"Ah... of course I've bought this before."

Tokiwa Junichiro blinked, thought for a moment, and answered softly:

"I won some small prizes, which barely made back the money I spent on lottery tickets. But I lost interest in buying them after that. After all, I'm starting a family now, so I can't rely on those things. What's wrong? Why are you suddenly asking this?"

"It's nothing, I just think you're incredibly lucky, Uncle. By the way, is there any food left? I'm a little hungry."

Gengo rubbed his stomach and said to Tokiwa Junichiro embarrassedly that he was really hungry. He hadn't been human... no, he hadn't been a normal person for too long, and he had almost forgotten what a stomach felt like.

Yes, yes, yes, yes!!!

If it were anything else, Tokiwa Junichiro would have to think about it, but when it came to food, he could guarantee it would be absolutely delicious and visually appealing, and could be eaten as soon as it was heated up.

And so, Gengo had a free meal at the 9-to-5 restaurant and chatted with Tokiwa Junichiro for a while. When he couldn't wait for Tokiwa Sougo, he got up to say goodbye and returned to the Fuuto Office. Next, he had to do something very urgent: fill his refrigerator as soon as possible!

Not long after Gensou left, Nanoha Takamachi appeared at the door with a cake and gently knocked. This was a gift from Momoko Takamachi, a new neighbor. Gensou Yoshiya and the family had known each other for a long time, and since his grandson was coming, they had to take good care of him. However, Nanoha's cake was destined not to reach the recipient, and the girl didn't seem to care. She was probably out busy with a request, so she just hung the cake on the doorknob. With all the neighbors there, she didn't want anyone to see her take it.

but.....

Grandpa Zhuangji's grandson...

Even now, Nanoha Takamachi is still somewhat surprised. She never expected that Grandpa Shoji's grandson would look so young, like a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy. It's unbelievable.

Hmm, if possible, I'll try to get along well with this Yuanxiang brother. If I remember correctly, he's the only one left in his family, which is so pitiful. Hmm... But I have no experience making friends with older brothers. And for some reason, the chat group is still not online. I'll definitely have to pay out more points for this chat group this time.

So, were my memories automatically filled in?

Meanwhile, Yuanxiang, having quickly finished his shopping, strolled down the street carrying large bags, humming a tune and appearing carefree. However, he was secretly pondering. Judging from his shopping experience, the familiar faces showed no sense of déjà vu regarding his appearance, and all the past events related to him had been seamlessly integrated with other plausible circumstances. The boy, who had once possessed divine power, understood that the world's corrective force had rationally replenished everything that had happened after his 'disappearance.' Therefore…

The past self is 'dead'.

Thinking about this, Yuanxiang felt a chill run down his spine. Luckily, he was fortunate this time; all the necessary identification documents were still there, and his name was still in the government's files. Otherwise, he would have to create a new one for himself... Wait, I still need to go and create one now...

As everyone knows, no, as only one person knows, Yuanxiang's graduation certificate and other documents were all obtained from Fengdu. If they are needed in the future, they may cause other troubles. After all, most of the certificates he has obtained since childhood are in Fengdu, but not many people know him. Just thinking about this makes me suspicious.

Honestly, if you're going to make changes, please make them more thorough. It's too much trouble for me to do it myself.

Yuanxiang stomped his foot impatiently, then turned and quietly slipped into the government office.

However, just as Gensou effortlessly slipped into the archives, on the other side, in another world, Gates looked at the unusually agitated Tokiwa Sougo beside him and said helplessly:

"What's wrong with you? You've been so irritable for days. Is it that your true nature as the Demon King is about to erupt?"

"Gates, you've brought up this issue so many times these past few days, aren't you tired of it?"

Tokiwa Sougo gave Geiz a disapproving look. After the last battle, Geiz and Tsukuyomi moved into his house. Of course, it was nominally a rental, but in reality, they were going about their business together.

"In short, Gates, just say less. If I were to hit you now, it wouldn't be a demonic outburst, but just human nature."

Hearing this, Gates glared defiantly, but then he thought about it and realized that he hadn't won a single battle against Tokiwa Sougo in recent days, so he obediently shut his mouth. Even the most naive person would eventually learn a thing or two after being beaten a lot. But then again, it was absurd. He had been fighting in the Demon King's resistance army for so long, and while his skills weren't the best, they were certainly outstanding. How could he have been so easily beaten by this guy?

I don't understand, I really don't understand.

"Alright, all of you, calm down. Look, the Kamen Rider of this era has appeared."

The two looked in the direction Tsukuyomi pointed and saw a very conspicuous pompadour. That person was none other than Gentaro Kisaragi, who had just returned from the Ex-Aid world. He was currently pondering how to use cosmic energy to appear on the scene promptly when Sento Kiryu needed help. While he was thinking, Gentaro Kisaragi sensed something, turned to look at Sougo Tokiwa, and the little devil composed himself, smiled, and walked over to Gentaro Kisaragi, saying softly:

"Hello, my name is Tokiwa Sougo, and I am Kamen Rider Zi-O."

.........

It's done...

When Kamen Rider Zi-O and Kamen Rider Fourze met, Gengo breathed a sigh of relief, looked at his own file in front of him, and nodded in satisfaction. With this, he no longer needed to worry about his next move. Although the file only had a month and a few days left, as a detective in Fuuto, he had to do everything perfectly and handle things without any loopholes at any time.

Alright, I'm off. Now I need to go home and think about what to eat tonight.

Yuanxiang hummed a little tune and quickly returned to the office along the sewer. After all, he entered the government office through the sewer, so he might as well go back along the same route.

However, just as Yuanxiang was flipping through the recipe book, planning to have something nice to eat today, a familiar scent wafted in the wind, causing the boy to abruptly close the recipe book and silently look out the window. After a moment of silence, he took out the memory box given to him by a friend from the past and set off again along the sewers, heading towards the place where the scent was.

"Wow, that's quite a keen sense. You've only just appeared as a heretic, and you've already noticed?"

On the partially dismantled Wind Tower, Daido Katsumi, still dressed in a leather jacket, sat on the railing, one leg curled up on it, the other dangling outside the tower, swaying in the wind. Without turning his head, he chuckled softly and said:

"It seems there's a reason why you single-handedly wiped out the entire 'Museum' and even most of the Foundation X, but I still want to see it for myself."

At this point, Dao Keji turned and jumped down from the railing, looking at the dark figure behind him and said:

"Kamen Rider Joker, come on, let me see your... huh?!"

Before Daido Katsumi could finish speaking, a sudden black shadow flashed by, silencing him abruptly. Daido Katsumi raised an eyebrow and slowly reached out to touch his neck, where a wound was oozing blood. Without a doubt, if Kamen Rider Joker had wanted to, he would have been dead by that one attack.

"Impressive, I'm convinced. Now that Fuuto has such a strong Kamen Rider like you, I'm relieved. After all, Fuuto is my hometown. Alright, excuse me. If I need any help in the future... well, we'll see if fate allows us to meet again, hahaha!!!"

Dao Keji laughed and was about to leave, but at this moment, a familiar aura made him stop in his tracks. He subconsciously turned around and reached out to take it, and what he received was the T1's Eternal Memory.

"This... I remember it was already broken, why is it in your hands?"

"Remember to come back around Christmas."

Yuanxiang deliberately distorted his voice, speaking in an aged tone:

"I will have to deal with other things then, and I probably won't be in Fengdu for a very long time. When that time comes, I will entrust this city to you. Consider this memory and the power within it as my gift to you."

"you......"

Daido Katsumi frowned as he heard the tone of someone giving their last instructions. He wanted to call out to Kamen Rider Joker and ask what had happened, but by then, the dark figure had already disappeared.

'What a weirdo...'

Daido Katsumi muttered to himself, but looking at the T1 Eternal Memory, he pondered for a moment and decided to gather his teammates and prepare to settle down in Fuuto. After all, that ridiculously strong Kamen Rider had no reason to deceive him.

Ouch, that hurts...

Meanwhile, in the sewers, Gensou frowned and pounded his legs. He couldn't even withstand that burst of power just now; it was too embarrassing. Even if his level was wiped out, it was still disappointing. If he were to fight like this... no way!

Genji clenched his fist. It seemed he would have to 'steal' some of Kiryu Sento's Nebula Gas next. If he remembered correctly, that stuff would significantly improve his physical strength if he could survive it.

Thinking of this, Yuanxiang breathed a sigh of relief. At least now he had a way to solve the problem, which lessened the sense of urgency considerably. After all, having to start training from scratch would be absolutely agonizing. But speaking of which, I seem to remember knowing something that makes me stronger through breathing... what was that again...?

Oh well, it doesn't matter anyway. I'm going to start absorbing nebula gas soon, so forgetting this training method is no big deal.

At this moment, Yuanxiang, who had been walking while thinking, emerged from the sewer and stood on the street of Fengdu, silently raising his head and feeling the wind brushing against his cheek.

Now....

Besides this city.....

There's nothing I can't let go of anymore...

I, Gensho, am about to prepare for my death with ease...

Thinking of this, Gengo's lips curled up slightly, his brows slowly relaxed, and a serene smile appeared on his face. All he had to do now was take care of Sento's affairs, and he, as a Kamen Rider who could be considered a senior, could retire in peace.

457 “Hey! That’s enough! Stop it!”

Gensou hummed a little tune as he slowly walked towards the office. On this short stretch of road, he silently reflected on his short life. Although he felt somewhat sorry for the children in the Dimensional Chat Group at the end, he believed he had a clear conscience in other aspects. If even a few people remembered him after his death, they should shed tears on his grave.

However, it's best to forget it, the more completely the better. Ideally, forget it like Nanoha, so that even if you see Sakura and the others looking sad in the future, you won't know why you're sad. In that case, without a foundation, the vague sadness will only last for a very short time. Humans are, after all, a species that always looks forward. Things that aren't unforgettable won't stay in your heart for long.

.......

Forget it, I'll just make a trip to the Earth Library.

Gensou was silent for a moment, then let out a long sigh and turned to leave again. He was going to the old site of the Sonozaki family, where the ruins of Gaia's Well could still help him. Given his current condition, it would be best to rely on external forces as much as possible, otherwise he might have to rebuild his body all over again.

"Oh? What a rare guest."

A moment later, Hiiragi Eriol looked at the illusory light of the doorway before him, smiled, and picked up his teacup. But when Genji appeared in front of him, the bespectacled boy's expression suddenly froze, and he said in an incredulous tone:

"What did you do? Why have you become so weak?!"

No wonder Eriol Hiiragi was so surprised. In his memory, Genji was clad in divine armor, and coupled with his own idealistic fighting power, he could practically take on anything. If he received some external stimulation, it wouldn't be impossible for him to unleash his full potential and reach the peak of Clow Reed's power. But now, the protection of Earth was still there, but pitifully weak. This wasn't because Genji's compatibility with 'wind' had decreased, but rather because the boy's 'connection' with Earth had been weakened, and that idealistic fighting power...

This is indeed not only not weaker, but has become much stronger. Hiiragi Eriol firmly believes that as long as Genji is free from the constraints of this physical body, Clow Reed would not want to fight him if he only uses his willpower attribute. However, Genji is now a real human. Without a physical body, how long can his obsession forcibly retain his soul, and how much strength can he maintain? Hiiragi Eriol is too lazy to calculate these things, because it is meaningless. Anyway, if he wants to cheat, he can drag Genji to death in that state.

"And... what else have you suppressed within your soul?"

Hiiragi Eriol frowned slightly. Last time it was a chilling evil thought, and this time it seems to be the will of a world and the power to restart the world. I have to say, this is really outrageous. Are you treating your soul as a garbage dump?

"These problems are not important, Hiiragi Eriol, I'm here to help you."

Seeing that this guy still remembered him, Yuanxiang Chief breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, sat down opposite him, and unceremoniously picked up his teacup, looking at him and saying:

"Just wondering, how strong is Sakura's magic right now?"

"You can still barely hold her down and hit her."

Hiiragi Eriol, whether from spending a lot of time with Genji or from somewhere else, had picked up this serious style of banter, and looked at the boy with a smile as he answered: