I am Kamen Rider who reverses dimensions

"no problem."

Himuro Taizan nodded; this was within his expectations, and there was nothing he couldn't have asked for.

And so, Gengo arrived at Faust's base without any trouble. To be honest, Himuro Gentoku was quite popular here. At least when Gengo first arrived, two of Himuro Gentoku's fanatical followers came at him with weapons, ready to fight him to the death. In their words, it was time to sacrifice for the greater good of Lord Himuro.

That's really crazy.

Gengo watched silently as the two men were dragged away. Then, he focused his attention on Faust's supplies. According to his agreement with Himuro Taizan, all the nebula gas belonged to him. Gengo naturally used his 'cyclone' to lift all the well-preserved bottles and jars into the air and sent them to the coffee shop via 'flight,' thinking that Kiryu Sento would dispose of them properly.

Next came the crucial list of nebula gas test subjects. Judging from the list, the selected individuals were indeed prisoners, with death row inmates at the very top. In the words of the official beside Himuro Taizan, who had been assigned to assist in the ransacking of the house, these death row inmates were the easiest to select, since all that mattered was that they died in the end.

But as he watched, Gensou's face darkened. The number of death row inmates in Touto was simply not enough to meet the demand of these nebula gas experiments. So Faust turned his attention to the volunteers. That's right, volunteers. Himuro Gentoku, that simpleton, was gathering those volunteers and honestly telling them that they would be used for human experiments. Seven or eight out of ten would die, but their deaths would definitely be meaningful. If Touto could rule the entire island nation in the future, they would be heroes.

this.....

I can't explain it...

Gengo turned the page. All the volunteers had died, all of them in the early stages of the experiment. But as Himuro Gentoku said, their deaths were meaningless. The experiment with nebula gas had indeed made considerable progress.

However, the number of volunteers was also limited. After the last volunteer died, the information on the project list indicated that Himuro Gentoku turned his attention to the homeless and those in vegetative states in hospitals—people who had little control over their own lives. However...

Yuanxiang glanced at the terrified homeless people being led out of the experimental base by the Dongdu police. It seemed that he had arrived at just the right time, at a rather delicate moment.

but....

Where am I, the mighty dragon?

Looking through the list, Gengo didn't see this name, but according to the people next to him, this was what Himuro Gentoku had told him before he left. To be honest, Gengo didn't really think that honest, seemingly simple-minded guy was lying, but now it was true that some things didn't add up.

"Go ask!"

Seeing Gensou's expression, the official next to him immediately instructed his subordinates. He was well aware of the significance of his accompaniment. As long as he did what Lord Himuro had instructed—to be 'frank and honest'—he would most likely be promoted after returning home. Therefore, he took it very seriously.

After questioning Gengo in front of him, they realized that the Faust organization was larger than they had imagined. This organization was now present not only in the Eastern Capital, but also in the Northern Capital and the Western Capital. Furthermore, while it was true that Himuro Gentoku had become the sole leader of Faust after Katsuragi Takumi's death, a guy named 'stalk' had appeared in the organization. In the eyes of the Faust scientists, 'stalk' seemed to be more like Himuro Gentoku's secretary, always hanging around Himuro Gentoku, talking about something, and he had even gained some control over Faust from Himuro Gentoku.

To be honest, Himuro Gentoku's followers were quite unhappy with Stalk, but considering that Faust's experiments were indeed on the right track thanks to his advice, they didn't bother with it. After all, no matter how much Stalk fought for power, everyone at Faust's headquarters still thought about Lord Himuro Gentoku, and he shouldn't even think about getting his hands on those key things.

"In other words, does this list only contain what headquarters has recorded?"

Yuanxiang said in a low voice with a hint of helplessness, and upon hearing this, the researcher opposite him nodded and casually said:

"Of course, Lord Himuro Gentoku doesn't have the time or energy to keep an eye on so many branches."

"........"

"........"

"No, I didn't mean that Lord Himuro Gentoku is brainless, he's just not good at it."

"......"

"......"

"Lord Himuro Gentoku is quite charming..."

"Alright, let's drag it out."

Seeing that the researcher was still trying to explain something, the official next to him impatiently ordered someone to silence him, and then looked at Yuanxiang.

"Go find that stalk, and also that guy named Banjō Ryū. If you have any news, please let me know."

Gensou didn't say much, ending the topic. He increasingly felt that he had come at a good time. It was clear that under the influence of Pandora's Box, Himuro Gentoku's true nature was rapidly disappearing under the influence of the belligerent Daebuff and the seduction of that Stalk. This list also showed that his bottom line was constantly being lowered. If he had come a little later, this person would probably have not hesitated to reach out to those innocent people.

"I understand."

Listening to Gensou's words, the official realized that the complexity of the situation might have exceeded Himuro Taizan's expectations, so he didn't make any absolute guarantees and planned to go back and report to Himuro Taizan before making any further decisions.

After completing this, Gengo left Faust's headquarters and headed towards the coffee shop. On the way, he also took the opportunity to check on Himuro Gentoku, making sure that the 'cyclone' aura he left on him was quite solid before continuing on his way. After all, there might be other reasons to settle scores later.

"Hey Yuanxiang, where did you get all this stuff? Goodness, this is way too complete."

In the café, Kiryu Sento, his hair standing on end, was excitedly circling around the instruments and equipment that had fallen from the sky, as well as the bottles and jars of lucky gas. Although he was still talking to Gengo, his mind had already wandered off somewhere else. If you were to talk to him now, he might be completely clueless as to why he brought up the topic.

"Let's leave him alone for now."

At that moment, Misora ​​Ishidou walked over and said helplessly:

"In this state, Sento can't understand human speech. Here, try this, my new creation."

"Thank you."

Yuanxiang touched his stomach and had to admit that his current body was really useless. He still had to worry about eating, drinking, defecating, and sleeping. Thinking back to the past, he didn't need to eat, drink, or sleep, yet he was still full of energy. No matter when he encountered an enemy, he could face them in perfect condition. That was the perfect warrior's posture.

But it doesn't matter now. I'm going to die anyway, so I might as well consider this a pre-death sacrifice.

Thinking of this, Yuanxiang felt relieved about his current "weak" body. He ate heartily, and after finishing, he smacked his lips with a hint of regret. It wasn't that he didn't have enough, but the cookie reminded him of Aunt Peach. If it were before, he could just go to her dessert shop and mooch a meal. Now, although he could still do that, it just wouldn't taste the same...

Let's go back to Fengdu again.

Gengo recalled how Himuro Taizan had pleaded with him earlier that day, and felt a mix of emotions. Looking back, he realized he hadn't really paid a proper visit to his parents' graves...

Alright, I'll go. When I visit Grandpa, I'll also visit them. No matter what, I still want to thank them. Without their love, there would be no Yuanxiang in this world.

465 We knew each other before, right?

Seeing Kiryu Sento still in a frenzied state, Gengo didn't disturb him. Instead, he turned and gestured to Isadora Misora. The girl understood immediately, realizing that Gengo was going to leave temporarily, and nodded vigorously. To be honest, Isadora Misora ​​wasn't worried at all. Rather, she had completely adapted to Gengo's presence. In her mind, even if something unexpected happened during Gengo's absence, it wouldn't matter. As long as she didn't die, she could just wait for him to come back. Once he returned, all enemies and difficulties would disappear.

That's right, that's what Misora ​​Isurugi thought, and that's what Soichi Isurugi thought too. Although they had only known each other for a few days, this young man had already won them over with his strength and charisma. Although it's not quite appropriate to say it like that, if Gengo suddenly said at this moment that he couldn't handle this enemy, then the Isurugi father and daughter would have to consider whether the world was about to end.

Gengo was naturally unaware of Ishidou Misora's thoughts. He simply wanted to quickly resolve the issues on his mind. There was nothing much to say; he was only worried that something might happen later and he would forget about it.

As for the memories that need to be sacrificed to activate the gate, it doesn't matter. There's only about a month left anyway. Even if you run back and forth every day, how much can you waste? Besides, to avoid any delays, Gensou specially engraved all the things that needed to be taken into account on the sealing stone.

Yes, the sealing stone that Genjo is currently suppressing within his soul is temporarily functioning as a notebook. In any case, this guy is most likely going to die with him, that's beyond doubt. It's different from Mogami Kuisei's diary. Genjo is just writing down some things, like a work record. Therefore, even if someone accidentally sees something, Genjo doesn't need to worry about his death.

"Hello, Yuanxiang, are you done with work?"

Just as he stepped out of his house, heading towards the cemetery, Gengo encountered Chifumi Rinno, a policeman on patrol with new recruits from the station. Upon seeing Gengo, Rinno awkwardly took his slingshot off his shoulder, waved, and greeted him. Gengo smiled and responded, but didn't stop to engage in further conversation. He knew perfectly well that Rinno was merely being polite. Given their current relationship, stopping to chat wouldn't necessarily annoy the easily fooled officer, but it would certainly leave him feeling somewhat troubled. He silently pondered what excuse to use to end the conversation.

None of the above were just Gengo's wild guesses; they were all things that Chifumi Renno had told Gengo personally. Therefore, Gengo was not going to take on this bad luck now.

Yuanxiang acted quickly and arrived at the funeral home in no time. It was well-equipped, even having a large paper airplane. It was the most popular funeral home in Fengdu. Hmm... that's a bit eerie, but it's true. When his grandfather was still alive, he had handled a case here once, claiming it was a ghost story, but it was actually people scaring people. In the end, the funeral home owner, who wasn't very talkative, smiled and said that if Yuanzhuangji ever passed away, he would arrange a perfect all-inclusive service for Yuanzhuangji's departure without his descendants having to pay anything.

To be honest, when Yuanxiang heard this, his fists clenched. But the truth is that the shopkeeper always kept his word. While Yuanxiang was unconscious in Gaia's Well, the shopkeeper had already taken out the best things in the shop and put on a show that was rarely seen in Fuuto after Yuanxiang's death. When Yuanxiang went to pay afterwards, the shopkeeper refused to accept it. He just smoked and told Yuanxiang not to be as foolish and stubborn as his grandfather, and to try not to let him send off two generations of the Yuan family while he was still alive.

Now, when Yuanxiang came to the shop again, the shopkeeper clearly remembered Yuanzhuangji's kindness. After asking Yuanxiang if he was going to visit a grave, the shopkeeper silently stuffed the props into a bag for him to take away, without charging him. Yuanxiang wanted to leave the money and run away, but seeing the shopkeeper's wistful expression as he smoked, the boy hesitated for a moment and did not insist. He thanked the shopkeeper, bowed, and left.

What Gengo didn't expect was that when he went to visit his grandfather's grave, he would encounter an unexpected person at the grave. Takamachi Shirou was holding a bottle of fine wine, the same kind that Takamachi Shirou had taken out of the wine cabinet when Gengo's Kamen Rider identity was exposed. It was also something that Takamachi Shirou had kept from his previous career.

Takamachi Shirou clearly didn't expect to see Gengo here, since it wasn't a day for visiting graves, and his appearance here was purely impromptu.

"please."

Regardless, Gengo was the most qualified person to stand here in this city, so Takamachi Shirou didn't say much and quietly gave up his seat. Gengo nodded silently, took a step forward, and took out the things from the bag. To be honest, Gengo still didn't like coming here. Every time he came, it was to emphasize the fact that his grandfather had died, using the cold tombstone to remind Gengo of this. Even though he had forgotten most of the memories of their time together, when reminded, the boy still felt his heart ache, as if the past had left an unhealable scar on his soul.

Don't you hate them?

As Takamachi Shirou watched Gengo clean Minamoto Shokichi's tombstone and carefully complete the memorial service, he carried the offerings to the tombstones of Minamoto Akiko and Minamoto Ryu, and couldn't help but speak up—

During this time, Shirou Takamachi received a lot of additional news, such as that after marrying Akiko Minamoto, police officer Ryu was dismissed from his post for misconduct such as violent law enforcement, blatant violation of discipline, and using vigilante justice. Afterwards, he indulged himself, becoming addicted to alcohol, gambling, and domestic violence, so degenerate that Shirou Takamachi could not believe that he was the same young man who had once visited him with Minamoto Shokichi.

As always, Akiko was a complete idiot. It seems that after one instance of domestic violence by Genryu, she threw a tantrum and ran away from home. Her idea was simple: to let Genryu experience what it would be like without her care. However, she was too stupid. On the second or third day, she was tricked by the local organized crime group. Fortunately, although it is unknown how they did it, based on the intelligence gathered, Akiko managed to escape.

But good fortune doesn't always favor one person. Yuan Yaqi was unfortunately deceived by a playboy. She thought she had found a new love and could enjoy life with her son, but in fact she became a mistress. The day after the wife came to her door, she vanished without a trace. As for where she vanished to, you can tell by looking at this tombstone.

On the other hand, Genryu was indeed not used to life without Genryu Akiko's care, but he did not actively look for his wife. He continued to gamble, drink, and commit domestic violence as always. In the end, this rotten man died from his own misstep.

But... what about Gensato?

Takamachi Shirou couldn't understand why, in all the information, the child Genji seemed to have vanished without a trace. Even though his childhood could be glimpsed through the files of Genji Ryu and Genji Akiko, that was still not the reason for Genji's 'disappearance'. His friends, at his request, visited those who had been neighbors with Genji Ryu, but the answer they received was that they didn't remember having such a child at all.

This puzzled Takamachi Shirou, as it was absolutely not in line with the cleanup plan. Therefore, while Gengo was away from the office, he quietly sneaked into the office that he remembered as having been closed for a very long time. However, he found too many unfamiliar traces inside. Moreover, regardless of the origin of these traces, one thing was certain: this office was definitely not uninhabited as he had imagined. On the contrary, it should have always been occupied.

Thinking of this, Shirou Takamachi quietly collected the hair from the pillow in the room. Without much thought, although the room decorated in magenta across the way looked like the master bedroom, judging from the traces, this room next to Genshōkichi's room was where the boy lived.

Next, the result of seeking help from acquaintances at the hospital was as expected: it was the bloodline of Minamoto no Shōkichi. However, when Takamachi Shirō went to investigate Minamoto no Shōkichi's files, he got a completely different result.

Therefore, there are significant problems. Although the exact details are unknown, the young man in front of them is definitely not as simple as he appears on the surface, and...

How did he manage to live in the firm for so long without anyone noticing?

Was it Mr. Zhuang Ji who covered it up?

This thought crossed Takamachi Shirou's mind, but he immediately shook his head and dismissed it. He knew what kind of person Minamoto no Shokichi was. If there was any real danger that would force his grandson to hide in the office, then his choice would definitely be to use all the power and connections at his disposal to forcefully remove this force, or to give them a severe lesson so that they would know that sticking their claws out in the wrong place would lead to their death.

If that's the case, then why is that?

Takamachi Shirou couldn't understand it, which is why he spoke up at this time, disturbing Gensou who was holding a memorial service on such a sensitive topic. He was eager to find some loopholes that he could exploit.

"What's there to hate? So much time has passed. There's no need for so much hatred between family members."

Yuanxiang's voice was calm, as if he had truly let go of everything, and he answered casually without caring.

"By the way, I have absolutely no recollection of when your parents' graves were moved back."

"It must have been Grandpa who did it. Mr. Takamachi, you are also a long-time resident of Fuuto and an old friend of Grandpa. You should know about these things in my family. That's why Grandpa wouldn't make a fuss about it. After all, it's not something to be proud of."

"Too......."

After several rounds of conversation, Takamachi Shirou did not get anything useful from Genji. At that moment, Takamachi Shirou felt as if he was facing a living Genji. Although their personalities were different, they were exactly the same in dealing with people. This made Takamachi Shirou more convinced that this boy was the child who was beaten and taught by Genji.

"Alright, I'm done. Mr. Takamachi, please continue if you have anything you'd like to say to Grandpa. I still have some requests to make, so I won't bother you any longer."

Just as Takamachi Shirou was wondering, Gengo had already tidied up the scene with ease and was preparing to leave. His brows were relaxed, and he seemed to have no worries as he calmly walked away. Seeing this, Takamachi Shirou raised an eyebrow, his mind racing like lightning. Almost as soon as the idea formed, his hand began to move, grabbing Gengo as he passed by. A fierce grappling move subdued the boy's joints. At the same time, another hand slid down Gengo's throat. When this hand touched his heart, that was the moment the killing move would be unleashed.

However, Takamachi Shirou's killing move was already complete, but the boy he had captured did not react at all. It was not that he was indifferent to life and death, but that Genji firmly believed that he would not harm him. Takamachi Shirou firmly believed that he was not mistaken. So... why did he make this judgment? Why was he so calm?

Takamachi Shirou's mind was in chaos. He knew that only his wife would trust him so much after such a deadly move. He couldn't understand why Genji trusted him so much.

"Alright, Mr. Takamachi, I really have things to take care of right now. If you want to spar, let's wait until later. I've heard my grandfather say that your swordsmanship is unique and superb. If there's a chance, please let me see it."

Seeing that Takamachi Shirou had no intention of continuing, Gensou gently pushed away his grappling hand and said with a light laugh:

"Excuse me, I must take my leave now. By the way, the cookies were delicious, please thank Aunt Peach for me."

"and many more!!!"

Just a few steps after Gengo took his first step, Takamachi Shirou suddenly realized something, turned to look at Gengo, and said:

"What did you come into contact with? Is there something wrong with our memories?"

Trust or affection for someone cannot be hidden. Takamachi Shirou sensed something in Genji's last words, like an old friend thanking someone for their hospitality before leaving. This made him realize something immediately, and he blurted out instinctively. Looking at Genji, who had stopped and turned to look at him, Takamachi Shirou said firmly:

"Yuanxiang, we know each other before, right? You... you grew up in Futo, didn't you!"