In this fantasy world, be a Kamen Rider

After pondering for a while, Yoru nodded and slowly walked over, carrying the basket behind her as she sat down behind Marisa. The herbs, combined with Yoru's weight, weighed nearly ninety kilograms, but the broom remained steadily under her bottom. Yoru could feel the considerable magical power supporting it.

"Takeoff! I'm about to drive!"

Marisa adjusted her hat, activated the Eight Trigrams Furnace, and a dazzling burst of colorful light shot out from the tail of her broom, propelling her forward as if accelerated by nitrogen gas, flying directly out of the dense forest.

"Damn it! I shouldn't have believed your nonsense."

Night Song covered the basket in his hands, pressing the lid down tightly, and held Marisa's waist tightly with one hand. However, his hand was bounced away as soon as it got close. Marisa had obviously used magic to keep him in a precarious state.

"If we don't gather in a crowd, I won't ride in your car again!"

The unclear words were lost in the wind. Ye Ge tried to lower his head to keep his mouth from getting full of saliva, which had already soaked his face. He dared not say another word.

This torment lasted for an unknown amount of time before Marisa finally slowed down, her height gradually decreasing until she finally stopped on the ground. Yoru shakily climbed off the broom, his trembling body resembling that of an eighty-year-old suffering from Parkinson's disease. Seeing this, Marisa slapped him on the back.

"Hey buddy, this won't do! You won't be able to adapt to life in Gensokyo like this! You should thank me!"

"Thank you and your whole family!"

Leaning against a tree trunk to catch his breath, Yoru stared at the completely oblivious Marisa with the eyes of a man who had killed his father. Without transforming, he was just a strong, ordinary person, powerless against the wind pressure from high above. He was extremely wary of the being named Kirisame Marisa.

This woman is terrifying!

"Renli is not far from here. You'll see it once you come down the hill."

Pointing to the village that was already visible ahead, Marisa smiled and waved to Yoru. Standing on her broom, she prepared to leave, but Yoru quickly asked:

"Miss Marisa, would you like to come to my house for a while? Although... cough cough, it's nothing, since you helped me, basic hospitality is still necessary."

Although Marisa's help to him was... well, it's hard to describe, the magnanimous Kamen Rider didn't intend to hold it against her. At most, he would secretly cover himself up and beat her up next time. In order to get closer to Marisa, Yoruka decided to invite her.

Marisa paused, her upturned lips slowly drooping, her smile fading, revealing a troubled expression. She lowered her hat, so Yoru couldn't see her eyes, only that her mood had become very low.

"No, thank you, Brother Night Song. I don't live in the human world. If you need anything, just come find me in the Magic Forest."

With a casual remark, Marisa quickly turned her head, and flames shot out from the Eight Trigrams Furnace, drawing a beautiful arc across the sky before slowly disappearing from Yoru's sight.

"Does she have some unspeakable secret among the people? Or is she an enemy?"

After thinking for a while, Yege gave up. Since Marisa was unwilling, he didn't need to shamelessly fawn over her. It wasn't like he couldn't live without her. Expanding his network should be more natural. Forcing things wouldn't work and might even backfire. He didn't want to incur the dislike of a harem king who had close relationships with the others.

"Ms. Yamada, these are the herbs requested. There are 43 of them in total, and they are all here."

Back in the village, Yege handed the items to Ms. Yamada, who was in charge, and received the payment for the request under her admiring gaze. She then left the office. Although this mission was not as dangerous as before, the quantity of herbs was considerable. Therefore, although the payment was not as generous as before, it was still a substantial income for an ordinary resident of the village.

Boom boom boom!

Back at her lodgings, Ye Ge was about to take off her clothes, take a shower, and rest when there was a knock on the door. The person knocking was clearly very irritable, and the force of the knocking was so great that the wooden door could be seen shaking. It would be more accurate to describe this as banging on the door.

"coming!"

Ye Ge frowned. Leaving aside the fact that his rest had been disturbed, which already displeased him, this impolite greeting was extremely offensive. He sat up in bed, walked to the door, opened the wooden door, and looked outside:

Who are you looking for?

"Kid! This is the guy we're looking for! Hurry up and bring over the share I told you about!"

A rough voice rang out from outside the door, filled with ferocity and disgust. A vampire with scarlet pupils stood outside, looking at Ye Ge inside with displeasure. His eyes revealed deep contempt and annoyance, clearly very dissatisfied with Ye Ge's welcoming attitude.

"Ah? Oh, I see. Please come in and get it, sir." Ye Ge's eyes gleamed with a playful light. The shadow behind the door resembled the maw of a giant beast; stepping inside would mean certain doom.

Section 8. Night Rogue

Ye Ge forced a fawning smile and opened the door. The latter's brows relaxed a little, and he nodded in satisfaction. Although it was just a verbal gesture, Ye Ge's respect pleased him greatly.

"As long as the blood you offer meets the requirements, I will not make things difficult for you."

With his nostrils flared, the vampire swaggered into Night Song's house. While he was observing the situation inside, Night Song slowly closed the door. The dim light outside was blocked by the wooden door, concealing the cold glint in Night Song's eyes.

The vampire's nose twitched, as if he was sniffing something. The room was very clean and had no strange smells, but it was missing a certain smell that should be there: the smell of blood!

"Kid, where's what you prepared? Hurry up and take it out."

After sniffing several times but finding no blood, the vampire's good mood vanished instantly. His eyes widened, and he glared fiercely at Ye Ge: "If you don't have any, I'll suck your blood dry!"

"hehe."

Ye Ge sneered, stretched out a hand, raised his index finger, and provocatively beckoned to the vampire: "If you can do it, then come on. There's no blood here. You want to take advantage of me? You're 20,000 years too early!"

"Human! You dare to play me!"

The vampire was enraged. Night Song's appearance clearly showed that he hadn't listened to him. He opened his mouth, revealing long, white fangs, and his bloodshot pupils widened. His nails extended, and his claws reached for Night Song, who was standing at the door, as if to pounce on him and suck his blood. He didn't intend to kill Night Song directly, since this was still a human place, but he would definitely make him lose some of his blood to repay his debt.

"Rabbit! Tank! Best Match!"

The pipes extending from the belt shoved the lunging vampire away, sending it crashing into the debris behind it, kicking up a cloud of dust. Night Song's face was ashen as he slowly turned the joystick.

“Are you ready?”

"henshin!"

"Steel returns to the moon! RabbitTank! Yeah!"

Blue and red armor covered Night Song's body. He crouched slightly, red light shone under his feet, and with a powerful push, a small crater appeared on the floor. The red and blue figure disappeared, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air, and the next moment appeared above the head of the vampire who was crawling up from the pile of debris.

boom!

With a powerful kick, the vampire's head was slammed into the ground by the demon-like strength. Night Song pulled back his leg but did not stop, instead reaching out and slamming his fist into the vampire's spine.

Click!

A crisp snapping sound rang out, followed by a muffled thud from the earth and a agonizing scream muffled in his throat. The vampire's lower body collapsed limply to the ground, his flesh torn open, but his head was still pulled with difficulty from the ground, roaring at Night Song:

"You mere human! How dare you treat me, a noble vampire, like this!"

"Noble! You are not worthy of that word! You are nothing but a lowly, ugly bat!"

A cold voice came from beneath the armor. Night Song stared at the vampire struggling to get up, placed his hand on the joystick of the transformation device, and began to turn it.

"Move!"

The vampire roared in resentment. His powerful physique was desperately healing his injuries, but a broken spine was not an easy injury to recover from. He raised his scarlet eyes, but could only see the light on the Build belt growing brighter and brighter, accompanied by a rapid increase in energy and the sounds of many people's minds.

Ready? Go!

Yortex Finished!

Night Song leaped high into the air and delivered a powerful forward kick in a standard knight's kick stance. He descended rapidly, the energy beneath his feet becoming increasingly solid, striking the vampire amidst his terrified and desperate gaze.

The armor easily shattered the vampire's blood energy defense, tearing his flesh and shattering his bones. Energy erupted, and an explosion rang out. Night Song landed steadily behind the vampire. He skillfully controlled the energy of the explosion to a limit, so it did not affect others. The surrounding residents at most felt a tremor, without causing any disturbance.

"The rules of victory have been determined!"

Night Song brushed her fingers across her forehead, deactivated her transformation, and slowly knelt down before the lifeless vampire lying on the ground, his body still half-formed.

"Magic Box, use the whole thing as material to make it, even though it's the weakest vampire."

"Initiate gas injection!"

Gray gas covered the vampire's mangled body, gurgling like boiling water. The vampire's body withered and shrank as if corroded, shrinking rapidly until it finally condensed into a small ball, emitting gray gas, but unable to conceal the purple light within.

Ye Ge took out a grayish-white blank energy bottle and caught the unidentified substance. The bottle glowed and slowly changed color, turning into a purple energy bottle. At the same time, Ye Ge received a notification that the magic box was complete.

"BAT (Bat) production is complete!"

Gripping the purple energy bottle tightly, Ye Ge's lips curled into a wide smile, almost reaching his ears. He suddenly burst into laughter, starting as a soft chuckle but quickly evolving into a wild, unrestrained laugh. How could he not be excited? Using vampires as material, he obtained the BAT energy bottle, and finally, finally, he gained the ability to fly!

"Steam the blood!"

Bat! Mist Match! Bat..Bat Bat..Fire!

Inserting BAT into the transformation gun, Yoru watched with satisfaction as the black mist rose from his body and the armor covering him. As the muscles in his back rippled, huge black wings unfolded from behind him. They didn't look like mechanical wings, but more like the wings of a living being, slowly flapping. The new formula brought new power. BAT had surpassed the past and made its debut as a new Kamen Rider!

"Is this what flying feels like?"

Hovering in the air, Ye Ge watched his body leave the ground, his wings fluttering at his will. No teaching or training was needed; the way of flying seemed to be engraved in his DNA, something he was born with!

"Tsk, to thank you for your generosity in sacrificing your life, I will make good use of it."

After kissing the purple bottle, Ye Ge deactivated his transformation, cleaned up the messy room, and covered up the traces of the battle. He felt no guilt or worry about killing the vampire; he was only doing it for his own safety. As long as he won, nothing else mattered. Power spoke for itself!

As for the vampires' revenge?

Haha! Why would Night Song be afraid of them? The vampires he killed were the lowest level, with terrifyingly low regenerative abilities. They couldn't get fresh blood in the Scarlet Devil Mansion, so they came to the Human Village to run rampant and try to get some benefits. No matter how many of these vampires came, it would just be a matter of cleaning up small fry for Night Song. His power far exceeded theirs, and now he had even obtained the power of BAT.

Vampires, it's time for your end!

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Section 9. There's only one reason you failed!

As night falls, the soft lights in the neighborhood come on. Although it's not as brightly lit as the city outside, it's still easy to walk around.

In the dim light and hidden darkness, a bright red wooden door stood, and several men dressed in black tailcoats with pale faces went in and out. If someone got close, they would find that their eyes were all red and their mouths opened and closed, revealing fangs. These men were all vampires!

"Why isn't Hans back yet? Hasn't he finished his assigned area for today?"

"What if he couldn't resist drinking all the blood?"

"Damn it!! This is absolutely unacceptable!"

Several vampires grumbled as they entered the crimson building. Lights were turned on inside, revealing incredibly luxurious furnishings: crystal chandeliers, sofas, and carpets. However, the vampires cautiously bypassed these luxuries and sat down on a wooden chair nearby.

"Dry!"

They took out glasses and poured in a scarlet liquid. A pungent smell filled the air. This wasn't wine; it was blood! Human blood! This was the result of their harvest today!

Carefully lifting their glasses as if they contained some kind of nectar, the vampires sipped the blood in their glasses, their bright red tongues tracing the rim of the goblets, their faces showing a satisfied and intoxicated expression. For them, the weakest of vampires transformed from other races, the taste of fresh blood was irresistible.

"Thanks to Lady Sakuya Izayoi, we were able to stay in the Human Village like this. It's a pity the leader isn't here, otherwise we could have enjoyed it together."

As they placed the wine glasses on the wooden table, one of the vampires looked up at the luxurious sofa with a longing and yearning expression. The person next to him, however, let out a cold laugh, his voice filled with jealousy and resentment:

"Did you remove your head during surgery and leave the blood clot? The leader's bloodline is purer than ours! He can already enjoy fresh virgin blood in the Scarlet Devil Mansion, so of course he wouldn't look down on the inferior stuff we have."

Despite saying that, he still greedily drank his share, because even male blood was a rare luxury for them.

"Sigh, when will we be able to live in a place like our leader, and have such power and influence?"

Just as the three vampires were lamenting their misfortune, a soft laugh sounded above their heads, accompanied by a gentle rustling of air.