Terra's Magnetic Field

The room was filled with the smell of incense, which was said to be made from a plant that could relax the nerves. The plant was highly respected by witch doctors in its native region, and whenever they treated patients, they would ask them to take the decoction made from the plant, which could help people quickly fall into a deep sleep.

In addition to books, the room is also filled with rare items collected by the owner from all over Terra, such as a stone ghost mask used for sacrifice by the Sargon natives, which can gain powerful strength by offering blood; a spirit stone belt excavated from ancient ruins in the East, and a card with the words "Warrior, attach the power of the stone of hope to your body" next to it.

In one corner of the bookshelf, there are piles of coins of various colors made by the alchemists of Leitania. It is said that the Witch King had demonstrated the power of these coins hundreds of years ago, but was eventually devoured by his expanding desires. On the other side are the strange seals guarded by the royal family of Kazdel for generations. It is said that these seals can be used to conclude a contract with ancient demons. On the top shelf of the bookshelf is an arrow with a beetle sculpture attached to the tip of the arrow. Who knows what will happen if you are poked by it...

"These are the miracles of this land..." Saria's psychiatrist began. The Filin woman with short light green hair crossed her legs on the sofa, leaned back, and opened her arms slightly with her fingertips floating in the air.

"Every book here records an unknown history or a forgotten myth, and every object has created a legend. But now they all lie here quietly in a sleeping state, because they lost... lost to time..."

Saria accidentally glanced at a book called "Ancient Secret History of Yan Country", followed by "The First World War of Terra" and then "General History of Eastern Country". The name of "The First World War of Terra" made her feel strange. The conflicts between countries in this land only occurred in local areas, and there has never been a world-wide war.

"This land has never lacked brave men and heroes. Some of them turned into ashes after they died of old age, and the stories of their youth would be gradually forgotten, as if they had never existed... while some began to degenerate in their old age, and eventually degenerated into the people they once hated the most."

After the psychiatrist finished speaking, he shook his head and said, "Isn't this sad? Don't you think so? Director Saria?"

"Yes... Dr. Kal'tsit..." Saria woke up from meditation. She picked up the coffee on the round table opposite her, put the cup to her lips and took a sip. A faint bitterness spread in her mouth.

"What did you think of just now?" Kal'tsit asked softly. This kind of gentleness was rarely seen in normal times. Perhaps she could also relax when helping others adjust their mood.

"I saw some things from my childhood, during the Great Depression in Colombia..." Saria stopped talking abruptly, as if she wanted to say something but stopped.

"Oh..." Kelsey nodded, "Why don't you continue? Don't you trust me enough? Is Director Saria afraid that I will tell others what I heard?"

The only light source in the dim room was the candles on the round table. There were no windows and the walls were made of soundproofing materials. It could be said that this was the safest place in the entire Rhodes Island. In addition to being a psychological counseling room, it also served as a safe depository for Kal'tsit's "little things".

"Tell it out, it might make you feel better," Kal'tsit said patiently, "Everyone in this world has their own little secrets and has had unbearable experiences. There's nothing to hide."

Saria picked up the cup on the round table and took a few sips of coffee. After putting down the cup, she said:

"My father was an insatiable speculator. When he was young, he made a fortune by taking shortcuts... During the Great Depression, a group of unemployed workers surrounded the luxury car we made... Then my father asked the driver to push him out of the crowd... I still remember clearly the screams of those people... How could he..." Saria lowered her head, her expression becoming more and more serious, "Even after many years, I still dream about these..."

"So why do you feel so bad about this? Are you scared by this experience, or..."

"Maybe I'm just afraid that I'll become like my father..." Saria said with a sigh of relief, and took a few deep breaths, "I finally said it..."

"Just say it," Kal'tsit picked up another cup of coffee on the round table. She didn't drink it, but held the cup with both hands, opened her cherry-like mouth and blew cool air on the cup.

After seeing Saria's expression, she explained helplessly:

"My tongue is very sensitive and I can't drink anything too hot... This should be very common in Film. Doesn't Director Saria have any friends in Film?"

"Um... No... I..." Saria seemed extremely slow. She didn't know how to smooth things over. In order to avoid embarrassment, Kal'tsit quickly changed the subject:

"It's normal to feel that you are getting closer and closer to your parents. Everyone grows up in the shadow of their parents. No matter how much you resist, you can't avoid being similar to them... Although we are born from our parents, we are more complete than them. Human civilization has also developed from this. Generation after generation overcomes the immaturity of their parents and develops towards perfection little by little."

"So Director Saria, there's no need to worry about this. You will definitely do better than your father," Kal'tsit stuck out her tongue and touched the steaming surface of the cup, then moved it back and forth, "It's so hot!..." She jumped away like a kitten touched by water.

"Even Kal'tsit has such a lovely side..." thought Saria.

"Is it the same for Dr. Kal'tsit? What about your parents?" Saria asked. Kal'tsit was very perfunctory about this. She replied:

"I have forgotten... it's been so long. I have forgotten even my parents' faces and voices. Everything about my childhood has been lost in the sands of time.

Grains buried... that's it..."

Kal'tsit, whose tongue was burned, put the coffee on the table in a huff, muttering, "I should have put ice in it..." She glanced at the valuable gold watch on her wrist, "It's time, welcome to visit next time."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Saria stood up and left. Before leaving, she looked around the room and took a quick look at the strange exhibits. If the things here were moved out, a large-scale cultural relic exhibition could be held, and a microcosm of the development of civilization on the entire land could be seen from here.

After leaving the psychological counseling room, Saria took the elevator directly to Kal'tsit's office building. She went to a remote mobile phone booth in the back street and made a call, turning on the voice changer on her phone.

The buzzing sound ended and the call was connected. She directly questioned the man on the other end of the phone:

“Where are my medications!!”

Yes, everyone on this earth has their own little secrets.

But Saria's secret was a bit fatal. She was under so much psychological pressure that she had to go to Kal'tsit for psychological counseling regularly.

That’s all for today.

Mini-theater: [Lightspeed Ending]

After receiving the Double Driver and the Bat Seal from Kal'tsit who suddenly appeared, Guishe asked in confusion:

"What on earth do you want to do? What is this?"

Kal'tsit smiled and said, "You should know that this thing originally belongs to you. Insert the seal into the interface on the drive and pull the trigger to gain power..."

Gui Shao: "Then what do you want me to do?"

Kal'tsit: "You should know what you want to do. Now that you have gained power, you will not stoop to being inferior to others."

Guishao: "Why do you always say such incomprehensible words? Forget it..." He picked up the driver and looked at it, showing a wicked smile, "I think I know what to do."

A month later, under Kal'tsit's arrangement, Wanbao won a pair of tickets to the Dongguo Hot Springs trip in a supermarket promotion. To celebrate Guiqiao's discharge from the hospital, she decided to take Guiqiao with her. Three days later, at a barbecue party to celebrate his discharge, Guiqiao suddenly slapped Wanbao and took out a driver to expose himself:

"From today on, I don't have to play the role of your docile son anymore." After putting on the driver, the clothes he put back into his sheath automatically turned black, and even his hair was washed, cut and blow-dried.

Wanbao: Huh?! (Surprised at the one-click change of outfit)

Kal'tsit disguised as a waiter:

“YA DAZE!! (I did it!!), I think this will kill Wanbao! Looking at her expression now, she must be very desperate, right? She must be collapsing from her heart to her body little by little! As the price for hurting Theresa!”

Actually, there is no...

Gui Qiao pressed the seal button and uttered in standard Yan Chinese, "Bat!" Although Gui Qiao felt uncomfortable at this point, he still pressed the seal on the driver panel, and then a group of special effects bats flew out from its shadow.

Wanbao: Ah...what is that? (Read without emotion)

Gui Shea posed in what he thought was a cool pose, and after saying "Transform!", he inserted the seal into the drive, and the drive immediately played a strange song:

"Which one should I choose? Which one should I choose? Which one should I choose? Which one should I choose?" (Chinese version)

"What's up with this stupid nursery rhyme? Is it okay?" Although the atmosphere was very awkward, Guishao still pulled the trigger, and the driver came, "The showdown begins! Madness! Despair! No light! Bats! Humph! Kamen Rider Abil! Hahaha!!"

And then... nothing happened...

"Ah?!" Looking at Wanbao slowly getting up, Guishao felt a despair he had never experienced in his life, "Change quickly?! Why not?" He pulled the trigger back and forth, but the driver still did not respond.

Wan Bao took out a driver and seal from his back that were almost the same as the ones on Gui She's waist (hush), and said with a wicked smile:

"How stupid! And naive! You didn't even notice that I swapped your stuff with the Yan Country version of the DX toy! You even selectively ignored the theft of glue on the driver!"

Wanbao teleported in front of Guishao and knocked him out with a punch. Seeing this, Kal'tsit wanted to escape, but Wanbao picked up the fruit knife on the dining table and threw it over, killing Kal'tsit.

The entire series of "Kamen Rider Evil" has come to an end. Thank you all for your support over the past three minutes!

Sequel preview! A new story one year after the ending of the previous work "Kamen Rider Evil"! The amnesiac protagonist "Knife" appears, and he is taken in by an ordinary woman named "Wan" who runs a coffee shop in Rhode Island.

What secrets does Xiaodao have? What is his true identity? How is it related to Kal'tsit's death a year ago? What truth is hidden by the coffee shop manager who took him in?

Welcome to watch "Kamen Rider Live"

Wake up! Deeply buried memories!!

Volume 71: Chapter Chapter Turn a blind eye

Gone... everything is gone... properties, land, cash, savings, jewelry, companies... everything my father had was taken away by that woman, the woman called "boss".

Since then, the "Sai Group" no longer exists, and it has been replaced by the "Rhine Life Group".

Life".

I don't know what means that woman used to buy out the shares of other people in the company except my father, and impeach my father from the company. It must have been some dirty trick that cannot be revealed, a fight between capitalists.

Just as my father said, in this society, you either eat or you are eaten. But when my father said this, he obviously did not consider himself as one of the people who would be eaten. In his subconscious, he always regarded himself as the group of people at the top of the food chain, the top predators.

The Great Depression shattered everyone's dreams. My father did not escape because of his cunning. His disaster just came later than that of ordinary people and was more cruel.

I had never seen my father so humbled when he realized that he could not get back what he had lost and begged the woman who had taken everything from him to let him stay in the company he had founded, even as a second-line manager.

The reason why my father brought me along was probably because he thought the other party wouldn't say anything too harsh for the sake of the child.

On the day I went to the company, my father dug out some old clothes from many years ago and threw them on the ground. He did the same with my clothes, probably to make them look older. We didn't wash that morning, also to make ourselves look more miserable, so as to gain sympathy from each other.

The father calls this "showing weakness," which is the wisdom of adults.

In my opinion, it was just another shameless plan of his. I even prayed in my heart that he would fail and let God teach him a lesson, just like every rebellious child thought.

The woman called "Boss" received us in my father's former office. It was the top floor of the company building. There was only one room on the whole floor, and all four sides were made of transparent materials, as if he was in a palace in heaven. My father said that this made him feel like he was the king of the world. It seemed that he had already regarded himself as the emperor of Columbia.

We took the elevator to the top floor with ease. When the elevator door opened, we saw the woman sitting lazily on the newly moved in root-carved dragon chair, with her legs stretched out and leaning on the mahogany desk in front of her.

The root-carved dragon chair, as the name suggests, is a chair carved from the roots of a giant tree that is over a hundred years old. The intricate and tiny roots are intertwined with each other, as if tens of millions of dragons are flying behind the chair.

Compared with my father's exquisite and small boss chair, this dragon chair has a natural and grand style. It is also much larger than other chairs and looks more like a bed.

The woman on the dragon throne was sitting just right. She was like a dragon taking a nap on a sacred tree, dozing with her eyes closed and her long, slender tail wrapped around the throne.

This doesn't look like an office space, but more like a court where ancient emperors and ministers hold meetings. This is what I saw in Yan country's costume TV dramas.

Next to the woman stood a white-haired Rupert man, who looked to be in his early thirties. I found it strange that he had one eye open and one eye closed, and his right eye was tightly closed as if something had entered it. He was about 1.85 meters tall, had a neat slicked-back hairstyle, and was wearing a black leather coat. Just standing there was very intimidating.

The man had an aura that made it impossible to get close to him, like an electromagnet emitting magnetic force. Metal products would be bounced away just by getting close to him.

"This is the new head of the defense department," the woman introduced the man next to her father, "He is now also my bodyguard."

"Yes, a person of your noble status does need to ensure your own safety. I even hired a team of more than 20 people to ensure my safety..." The father tried his best to close the distance between them.

The woman held up a finger and waved it back and forth. "No, no, no, my bodyguards are just for show, to make me look like a leader. In fact, I don't need anyone's protection."

"Is that so..." The father was a little flustered by the woman's words.

"You really have good taste," the woman said politely to her father as usual. She pointed to the huge glass screen that surrounded the entire floor, "This is the tallest building in Victoria. Just by sitting there, you can overlook the entire moving city. I like this feeling of being the king of the world. It reminds me of my time in Yan Country."

I was fascinated by the black and white lines on the woman’s arms. The discordant patterns were chaotically connected, like the patterns of a viper. It was a signal of danger, a warning to other lives, and the color of death.

"What do you think about the previous things?" Father asked humbly. This shameless man is selling out his remaining dignity. If it were me, I would just leave here, leave this lifeless city.

I am not interested in their hypocritical conversations.

Moving back and forth between the surrounding scenery, I found that the Rupert man was looking at the same scenery as me. Was he also not interested in these things?

"I have indeed read your letter. It contains a unique understanding of conventional enterprises. You are indeed very talented in management and a talent..." The woman was still speaking politely. Her kind expression always made me feel something was wrong. I couldn't describe the feeling, and I always felt that she had some kind of "malice".

"So what?" The father became anxious when he saw that the woman was taking so long to continue.

"I have decided to let you stay in the company. I believe you will continue to create extraordinary value, right?" The woman smiled cheerfully.

After getting a positive answer, my father lost himself in the process. He jumped back and forth like a clown. I really wanted to leave here immediately. His behavior made me feel ashamed.

The Rupert man said nothing, and his facial muscles did not move much, but there was a hint of sympathy for me in his eyes.

That's enough! I don't need sympathy from others!

"So..." My father hesitated and continued, "What percentage of the company's total business is under my jurisdiction?"

"You are so greedy~" the woman said in a teasing tone, and she finally opened her eyes.

Black, pure black, there was not a trace of light in her pupils, how horrifying!

The woman held up a finger and said, "Ten percent, and almost every floor is under your jurisdiction. You can walk freely in the company and no one will stop you."

"You trust me so much!" My father almost cried, even though I knew he must be thinking about how to take back the kingdom. "Hahaha! Arrogant woman! I will teach you a lesson in the future!" He probably thought so.

I still felt something was wrong. The woman's expression looked like she was smirking. She was definitely planning something to humiliate us.

The woman used her tail to hook a mop from under the large mahogany desk and threw it over, splashing the dirty water on the mop onto my father. He looked at the mop on the ground, trying his best to maintain his previous smile, pretending to be puzzled and asking the woman a question he had already guessed the answer to:

"Boss...what are you doing?"

"Go mop the floor. I've prepared the tools for you." The woman waved her hand, looking disgusted as if she was driving away filth. "Your job in the company from now on is to clean the toilets, regardless of whether it's between men or women. This job should be very suitable for a rat like you who has climbed up from the bottom..."

"Hahaha!" The woman laughed contemptuously. There was silence all around. The white-haired Rupert man had wandering eyes. Even he couldn't bear to see his father in such a miserable state.

Seeing no one responding, the woman felt bored. "What's wrong?" She slapped the dragon chair in dissatisfaction, and the dull sound echoed throughout the entire floor. "Are my jokes not funny? My former subordinates often praised me for my sense of humor..."

"That's because if they tell the truth, you will pull out their tongues and kill all of their clans, right?" The Lupo man finally spoke, his voice steady and heavy. He warned the woman, "Enough! Enough! He has a child! You can't humiliate her father in front of a child!"

"Oh, is this your bottom line?" the woman joked, "A guy who abandoned his wife and children is qualified to say that? Don't you think it's too hypocritical?"

The man's eyes glared at her like a bolt of lightning, and the woman quickly turned her head, "How scary~", perhaps she sensed the murderous intent revealed by the man named Rupert, and his aura that could tear people to pieces just by getting close made her have to avoid his edge.

The sky outside the window seemed to respond to the man's mood at the moment. The originally clear sky was instantly covered by dark clouds, and thunder rumbled, like a punishment from heaven.

Coincidence...