Knight Asylum

Chapter 812 Who still has dreams!

The corner of Ukiyo Hidetoshi's mouth twitched slightly.

Everyone has desires, and no one will give up the opportunity to realize their ideal world before they actually fail. He has been competing in the Desire Grand Prix for two thousand years, and has seen too many people who said they gave up or said they were not interested, but still chose to backstab in the end.

Even a saint has wishes that she wants to fulfill.

Desire cannot be suppressed, so there are almost no contestants who voluntarily withdraw from the Desire Grand Prix.

But desire can be amplified.

Red magnified the desires of all the ordinary people present. Faced with the opportunity to realize any wish, they were no longer content with the realistic desire of making themselves smarter and stronger. They wanted... more!

But Red gave them the answer.

No, the Desire Grand Prix cannot fulfill such a wish, and Tsumuri's reaction confirmed it.

This huge gap made these ordinary contestants start to think seriously about the reality.

And if what he thought was correct...

Next, Red will give these contestants a stick of not stubbornly pursuing an illusory reality, and a carrot of some benefits if they give up.

"I say - are you kidding me? Are you asking us to take a chance on a life that won't grant any wishes? What if we get beaten half-crippled and then told us that our wishes can't be granted at all?"

Red continued to speak loudly, and Tsumurai had tears in her eyes. If this continued, the Desire Grand Prix would be ruined. She wanted to stop it, but she could not refute Red at all.

After all, Red wrote a bunch of wishes, but they were all rejected by the organizers of the Desire Grand Prix.

Just then, someone spoke up.

"You're not trying to monopolize the chance to make wishes come true, are you? Even if it's impossible to make all wishes come true, it's still a chance to make them come true!"

The game manager behind the scenes breathed a sigh of relief.

In order to avoid such a situation, he placed agents among these ordinary players in advance.

He had to admit that Red's move was really dirty, but unfortunately, human desires were like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins and could not be stopped at all.

After Youtu's shout, the contestants who were originally hesitant immediately became excited again.

"That's it!"

"Do you think we are idiots?"

Red tilted his head and said, "Only the final winner is qualified to realize his wish. Do you think you can be the final winner?"

As he spoke, Red raised his hand and patted King on the shoulder.

King glanced at Red and rolled his eyes speechlessly, but still cooperated and transformed into the monster form of the Yagui clan on the spot. His ferocious posture made not only the ordinary contestants but even Ukiyo Hidetoshi jump back subconsciously.

He had participated in the Desire Grand Prix for two thousand years, but had never seen a monster that exuded such a terrifying aura, as if it did not belong to the same level of life.

Red spread his hands, with Luo Xiuao on his left and King on his right.

"You think... you can win?"

"..."

"King! Luo Xiu'ao! Give them the whole life!"

Reid raised his hand and pointed.

King cooperated by raising his hand, and a beam of red light brushed against the contestants' foreheads and opened a hole in the Desire Grand Prix space.

Luo Xiu'ao was surprisingly considerate. He raised his hand and a large number of aliens fell down.

The contestants who were just ordinary people were emo on the spot.

What the hell is this——

"But I can't let you make this trip in vain, right?" Red coughed and opened his hands. "I can fulfill your wish - that is, young lady, what is your wish?"

The woman who was pointed at was stunned. After shaking for a while, she cautiously tried, "I want a body whose physical strength will not decline."

"for what?"

"That way I can keep winning track meets and take care of my family... I have several younger brothers to take care of."

"Good girl, what's your name?"

"My bastard."

"Wait for me to make a phone call..."

Reid took out his cell phone and made a call.

"Well, that's how it is. My father is ill, the restaurant is failing, and there are several brothers and sisters. I know - I've arranged everything for you. The phone call will come soon."

Reid ended the call.

"Huh?" My Naha was stunned, and the other contestants also started to get agitated.

Soon my cell phone rang, and with the encouragement of Reid's eyes, my cell phone answered the call.

“Hasae! Hasae! Our family is rich! Someone invested a large sum of money in our restaurant, saying they want to support our traditional cuisine! They also arranged schools for your younger siblings. It’s Amanokawa! That Amanokawa! Amanokawa’s dean called just now!”

My Hajime felt dizzy for a while, and after a long while he hummed and hung up the phone, looking at Reid staggeringly. After moving his mouth, he put his forehead on the ground with a plop.

"Thank you! I will never forget your kindness!"

"This is a reward for your courage, so—"

Red smiled brightly and looked at the other contestants, his hands open.

“Who still has dreams!?”

The game manager staggered and nearly fell to the ground.

Desire Grand Prix, it's over.

"I, I have a dream!"

“I have a dream too!”

"I have it too!"

When people are pushed into a corner, they may do anything. The right to realize an ideal world, even if it has flaws, is still the right to realize an ideal world. For such a right, no matter who they are, they can bare their fangs. After all, they have come this far.

But what if there is a way out, a way out that is very smooth and no different from realizing your wish?

They will just squirt out.

Soon all the contestants, even Tol who spoke at the beginning, came to Red to fulfill their wishes.

Because they have seen Red's abilities, and there are two strong men behind Red, they dare not have any evil desires. They only want things related to their dreams and the ability to make some money at the same time, and Red acquiesced in their idea of ​​making a little money.

Soon almost all the contestants were contentedly holding their phones while answering the good news and walking away from the big hole blasted out by King. As for the wish cards and drivers for the Desire Grand Prix?

Come on, they can't win, so isn't it just a piece of waste paper and a piece of waste?

Looking at the drivers in his arms, Red whistled.

This way, Kiryu Battle Rabbit will have something to play with.

But until then.

Red tilted his head to look at the only person left except for almost everyone else.

"Don't you have any wishes?"

"Of course I have a wish, but unfortunately, that is not a wish that you can fulfill," Ukiyo Hidetoshi smiled calmly, "Only the Desire Grand Prix can fulfill my wish."

"Really? I'm sorry—"

"But, it's best not to be happy too soon. In the Desire Grand Prix, contestants are not allowed to attack each other, and not everyone with the strongest power will be the final winner."

Hidetoshi Ukiyo raised his hand and made a fox gesture to Red.

"If you underestimate the fox, you will suffer a great loss~"

Red tilted his head.

"What if I have to beat the other contestants so that they can't participate in the competition?"

Ukiyo Hidetoshi slowly bent his index finger and little finger that served as the fox's ears.

Chapter 813: Kiroli Wants Niram to Eat Shit

Hidetoshi Ukiyo, 21 years old, was born into an ordinary family. Before his memory awakened, he lived an ordinary life, but he always had an intuition.

There is something he must do, but the time has not yet come. Before that, he must not die.

Therefore, he had never been curious about [S·L], let alone thought about traveling to [S·L] to see how wonderful the most wonderful place in the world was. Even if he occasionally heard something about [S·L], he just laughed it off and didn't ask much.

As the Grand Prix of Desire approaches, his memory revives, and he finally remembers what he must do. He also clearly understands that the rest of Ukiyo Hidetoshi's life will be devoted to this matter.

"..."

There were only four people left on the field.

This is the configuration for the finals. Next up is the most crucial Desire Grand Prix finals. The winner will become the God of Desire of the Desire Grand Prix and get the right to realize his ideal world.

The contestants who made it to the finals are no ordinary people. They all fought all the way and received various rewards.

But the problem is...

This is only the first round!!!

Ukiyo Hidetoshi was at a loss, Tsuzumi was looking up at the sky with a numb look in her eyes like an NPC who could only repeat basic lines, and the game administrator was covering his mask and swaying it from side to side.

The first round of the Desire Grand Prix is ​​very simple. It involves fighting low-level monsters called Demons, allowing the Kamen Riders to collect equipment for the next round, or even several rounds later, and screen out the Kamen Riders who don't even have basic combat capabilities.

“Producer…Producer! What should we do?!”

The reason why the organizer arranges the position of game administrator is to save trouble and do not want to deal with various unexpected problems that arise during the competition. Therefore, a qualified game administrator must be able to deal with various emergencies.

But this emergency is really too much!

"Kiroli, calm down. Isn't this an interesting development? It's very realistic. The player who pursues his desire is defeated by his desire."

“VIPs find this development very fresh.”

Producer Neelam raised his fingers and shook them left and right before picking up the burger on the table and taking a bite. He narrowed his eyes slightly and raised his eyebrows, seeming to enjoy the taste of the burger.

Eat, eat, eat shit!

Even someone as calm as Kiroli wanted to push Neelam's head into the toilet to let Neelam feel what reality was.

But Neelam was his boss, and with just a snap of his fingers he would have to squat in the toilet.

Kiroli took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and then slowly said, "Producer, please forgive me for being blunt, but this is only the first round and there are only four players left. How do we proceed with the game?"

"That's your problem," Niram shook his head leisurely, "Kilori, why do you think I let you sit in this position? Is it so that you can ask me all kinds of reasons and tell me you can't do it?"

Human language! ?

"I understand - I will find a way to make the Desire Grand Prix go on as normal."

"Oh - I'll leave it to you."

After the call ended, Kirori put his hands on his face and pondered for a long time before looking at Ukiyo Hidetoshi who was still at the competition site.

His intuition told him that even with the temptation of [the right to realize an ideal world], it would be impossible for Red, King, and Luo Xiuao to follow the rules of the Desire Grand Prix obediently, and... if any one of Red, King, and Luo Xiuao won the Desire Grand Prix, they would all be finished.

The intuition of the game administrator was warning him that the wishes of these three people were definitely not something that could be fulfilled by the Desire Grand Prix. It was a pity that the stupid VIPs not only did not realize the danger of these three people, but even thought it was fun.

Therefore, the best solution at the moment is to let an ordinary person like Ukiyo Hidetoshi win. An ordinary person’s wish should not be too outrageous.

"..."

So the question is, how to win?

Kiroli glanced at the screen showing the competition scene.

Tsumurai is already dying. If he delays any longer, the three guys might get impatient. Although it seems impossible, but... what if these three guys can really find his current location?

I can only... postpone it for now!

"Ahem - Kamen Riders - I will announce the first mission next -"

Kiroli, wearing a black and white mask, appeared on the holographic screen at the top of the Desire Grand Prix.

"The evil demons are invading this world. Kamen Riders, please go to the scene immediately and defeat the demons before they invade the city!"

Kirori raised his finger.

On the holographic screen on the other side, a group of strange-looking guys were waving their weapons and staggering towards a certain direction.