Hero? I'm just here to borrow power!

A mysterious figure dressed in black robes stood on the ruins; he was the same person who had been by Herzog's side at the Red Well.

At this moment, he was examining the motionless Kronos armor with great interest.

Just now, he tried to reach out and touch the green armor, but in an instant, the previously still figure became like a killing machine that had been activated. Its arm swung out at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to perceive, and the powerful blow broke off the arm he was using to block. The huge impact sent him flying dozens of meters away, crashing into a broken wall before coming to a stop.

Then, the green "Kamen Rider" slowly returned to its original position, as if instinctively protecting the girl who had fallen to the ground behind it.

"Even if consciousness has been dragged into a dream, does the body still possess instincts like a headless worm?"

The mysterious man climbed out of the rubble, sighed with a wry smile, glanced at his limp arm, and with a casual twist, the bones snapped back together perfectly.

"But even so, you cannot resist the complete White King's Word of Power."

He spoke softly, then walked a safe distance away to the other side.

He stepped onto the enormous corpse of the Yamata no Orochi, reached into its cold flesh, and after a moment, dug out a golden dragon bone cross.

That did not belong to the White King, but was the remains of Constantine, the "King of Bronze and Fire," which Herzog implanted into his own body through alchemical surgery.

"What a pity, my 'old friend'."

The mysterious man glanced at the completely drained corpse beside him, his words full of sarcasm.

“How can a mere human be worthy of evolving into a god? Just like my sister said, even if you wrap yourself in the body of a god, you cannot change your cowardly human heart.”

He stepped over Herzog's bones, and the dried remains were instantly crushed into dust, dissipating into the damp, cold air.

After doing all this, he looked one last time in the direction of Bai Ye and Xia Mi.

"You actually placed your bet on him? That's really not like you, sister."

He shook his head.

"Dragons don't trust anyone but themselves. It seems you've been disguised as a human for too long and have forgotten your true identity."

"In that case, you may all disappear together."

The mysterious man's lips moved slightly, and intricate dragon script was uttered from his mouth, instantly causing a tremor like an earthquake. At this moment, the ruins beneath Bai Ye and Xia Mi's feet slowly floated up. After realizing that he could not get close to Bai Ye, he used his incantation to lift Bai Ye and Xia Mi, along with the ground beneath their feet, up.

"Monster who doesn't belong to this world... Go back to where you belong."

The mysterious man's golden pupils lit up, and then the entire ruins caused by the battle between Bai Ye and Herzog actually dragged Bai Ye and Xia Mi and flew straight into the sky.

After he finished speaking, he looked up at the sky, where an unimaginably huge white dragon was slowly emerging, its wings spread wide enough to cover the entire Tokyo.

The mysterious man ripped off his cloak, and a pair of ferocious dragon wings suddenly unfurled from his back. A current of air formed beneath his feet, lifting his body and slowly propelling him upwards towards the supreme monarch in the sky.

...

The deep red moonlight bathed the deserted streets in an eerie crimson hue.

Erii seemed to be following some unseen guidance as she walked alone in this silence.

Strangely enough, in the past ten years or so of her life, she had hardly ever left home. But at this moment, she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with everything in this world.

In cartoons, they call this "déjà vu"?

With that thought in mind, she continued walking. Two huge advertising billboards on either side of the street caught her attention.

The painting depicted two men dressed in flamboyant, even somewhat seductive attire, with the names "Basara King" and "Ukyo Tachibana." Erii frowned; her subconscious told her this wasn't the way she was supposed to come, so she turned and headed down another alley.

...

"The Road to Becoming a God..."

In the hospital, the boy who had just been injected with a new sedative should have fallen asleep again. But now, gazing at the blood moon outside the window, his dark pupils became even clearer.

What does "the path to godhood" mean?

He muttered to himself.

[The dragon bones have been collected. Shall we begin the 'Path to Godhood' immediately?]

[Warning: During the 'Path to Godhood', the host will be temporarily unable to use any abilities of the transformation system until the process is complete.]

A cold, mechanical, yet incredibly familiar voice suddenly rang in his mind.

"What……"

The sound was like a bolt of lightning, cleaving through his chaotic consciousness, and a sharp pain exploded from the depths of his brain.

The leather restraints binding him creaked under the strain and snapped, while the iron chain and cast iron box that bound his right hand began to show fine, spiderweb-like cracks.

This bizarre scene instantly triggered the highest alarm in the ward. The deep red lights flashed wildly, and the sharp alarm ripped through the hospital's tranquility. Hurried footsteps echoed in the corridor, and dozens of nurses who were on high alert rushed in and hurriedly pressed the boy, who had just struggled to get up, back onto the hospital chair.

More sedatives were roughly injected into his body by them.

It looks like they're about to subdue this out-of-control beast once again.

However, at that moment, the door to the ward creaked open from the outside.

A girl with long, deep red hair as red as moonlight stood quietly at the doorway.

"Miss Erii?" Upon seeing the girl, all the nurses stopped what they were doing and bowed in unison.

"I want to see him. Please leave first." Erii glanced around the ward, took out her notebook, and wrote.

“But he is in danger, and you are alone…” The head nurse, who was in charge, tried to argue.

Erii simply turned a page in her notebook silently.

"This is an order."

These four simple words carry an undeniable authority.

"Yes!"

All the nurses immediately bowed deeply in unison, then carefully backed away from the ward and closed the door.

Erii found it a little strange.

Not only did she find the world she had never seen before both familiar and strange, but what was even stranger was that when she went out on the street, everyone she met seemed to know her.

High school girls on the street would greet her warmly.

The taxi driver who stopped would respectfully ask her if she needed a ride.

Even in this hospital, which she had never set foot in before, every doctor and nurse addressed her familiarly as "Ms. Erii".

Moreover, whatever she wanted to do, as long as she wrote "This is an order" in her notebook, they would obey unconditionally.

Everything is so strange. It's as strange as my controller mysteriously going missing one.

Thinking this, she slowly walked to the hospital chair, leaned forward slightly, and looked at the boy in the chair.

She subconsciously gathered a strand of deep red hair that had fallen beside her fair neck, wondering with some curiosity how the only patient in the hospital would address her.

"who are you?"

The boy raised his head, his eyes wide with those unique, jet-black pupils, and asked this question.

He is different.

Erii's eyes widened instantly.

Black Moon Tide: Chapter 145 My Name is Erii

"My name is Erii, Uesugi Erii."

The girl took out her small notebook and quickly wrote on it with a duck-shaped ballpoint pen. Her handwriting was delicate and beautiful, just like her.

"What's your name?"

After finishing writing, she turned to the next page and asked curiously.

"I forgot," the boy said.

He tried to shake his head, but found that all the parts of his body except his eyes and lips were firmly fixed in place and he could not move.

"How could you forget your name?" Erii asked, puzzled, as she scribbled something in her notebook.

In her simple world, her name, like every other item she cherished, was important and could not be lost.

"Because it's not important."

The boy rolled his dark eyes, looking at his right hand, which was locked by the metal box. "Can you help me unlock it?"

He tried to struggle a few more times, his muscles tensing under the straitjacket.

But this time, no alarm sounded, and the straps and chains binding him remained motionless.

Erii stepped forward, reached out her fair hand, and tried to pull on the straps binding the boy.

It was very sturdy. She stubbornly used all her strength, her little face turning red, but the heavy chains and leather did not budge even slightly.

"I'm sorry, I can't help you."

Disappointment flashed in Erii's eyes as she shook her head at the boy.

"It's alright, I guessed it would be the same." The boy smiled gently.

It was only then that Erii realized that the black-haired, black-eyed boy actually had a rather handsome smile.

"Have you seen an orange cat in the hallway?" the boy asked again. "It looked thin, with brown eyes. I think I must have owned that cat."

Erii shook her head; she hadn't seen any cats along the way.

"Did you lose your cat? I'm looking for something I lost too."

She wrote again in the notebook.

What did you lose?

The boy looked up, his gaze passing through the window of the ward, towards the blood-red moon.

"I lost a controller, a PS3 controller, it had words on it."

"What word?"

Erii was stunned when she heard the boy's question.

Yes, what words were written there? She clearly remembered that she had written the words herself.

Erii took out the last handle from her loose shrine maiden robes, looked at the words "Eri's Weapon" written on it, and then handed it to the boy.

"Eri's weapon." The boy pronounced those words clearly.

"In that case, there should be writing on the lost handle as well."

He rolled his eyes, as if pondering a puzzle, "And normally, two controllers wouldn't have the exact same name, right?"

Erii nodded gently, as if something in her heart had been touched.

“Those nurses were so respectful to you. If you tell them what’s written on the other handle, they should be able to help you find it,” the boy suggested.

However, Erii shook her head vigorously.

"They're not right. The whole world is not right. I'm a little scared." Deep within the girl's crimson pupils, the same fragility as the words written in her notebook was reflected.

"It's okay, isn't it? I'm feeling pretty strange too." The boy looked at the straitjacket he was wearing, as if trying to comfort her.

"Although I don't know who I am or what disease I have that has kept me here, I can tell from the nurses' eyes that I am definitely a monster."

He glanced at the sedative packet that was slowly dripping into his vein beside him.

"Look, even with so many tranquilizers, I can still think clearly and chat with you." The boy's tone was frighteningly calm.

Erii remained silent for a moment, seemingly pondering the boy's words.

Then she shook her head.

"You are a monster, but you are not scary."

"They are not monsters, but they are terrifying."

As she wrote this, she inadvertently looked up and gazed once more at the blood moon in the sky.

In a daze, she had the illusion of looking directly into the eyes of some magnificent being.

The entire moon resembled a deep red vertical pupil overlooking the entire world, and a chill that went deep into her bones made her weak all over, almost collapsing to the ground.

"What's wrong?" the boy asked with concern, looking at Erii who had stumbled slightly.

"This world is terrifying." Erii's fingers trembled slightly as she wrote this sentence in her notebook.

...

"Deadpool-ified!"