I want to become a Kamen Rider

"If we only focus on developing two units to the extreme, disregarding losses and costs, and using only the highest-grade materials! Solving all technical problems in the most brute-force way, one month! That's enough! Absolutely enough!"

His eyes were filled with a fanaticism fueled by money: "Give me a month, and I'll build it for you!"

Just then, the masked man's cell phone on the table vibrated.

He raised his hand to signal Lava to be quiet, picked up his phone and glanced at the caller ID; his mask seemed to twitch slightly. He stood up, gestured for Lava to wait a moment, and then walked out of the conference room with his phone.

Lava remained kneeling on the ground, his mind still reeling from the five billion dollar storm, his face a mixture of ecstasy, disbelief, and a bewildered state of utter conquest by money. His mind raced, calculating which hidden black market suppliers to contact, which unfortunate engineers to exploit…

Time ticked by. Just as Lava felt his knees getting numb and was considering whether to get up, the conference room door was pushed open.

The masked man walked back in, his steps still unhurried. He didn't sit down immediately, but instead walked to the conference table, looking down at Lava who was still kneeling on the ground.

Lava instinctively raised his head to meet the mask's cold gaze.

The masked man slowly raised his hand once more. This time, he slowly bent and straightened his five fingers one by one, as if confirming something.

Lava's heart followed the rise and fall of his fingers; the promise of five billion dollars was still fresh in his mind...

Then, the masked man's voice rang out calmly and clearly:

Five hundred billion.

He paused, seemingly admiring the expression on the lava's face as it solidified, before adding:

"Dollar."

"I want twenty units."

Lava: "…………"

As soon as he finished speaking, only the sounds of gasps rising and falling, sharp as deflating balloons, filled the conference room.

Lava felt a sudden darkness before his eyes. The fervor and determination that had just been fueled by the five billion dollars, the bitter days he had endured being bullied and hunted by Kuuga, were completely crushed and submerged by this astronomical figure that had increased tenfold. All that remained was boundless dizziness and a suffocating feeling of being completely swept up by the massive torrent of capital.

Five hundred billion US dollars...twenty units...one month?

The boy's figure, standing against the light, seemed to transform into a cold, ruthless god, made of piled-up banknotes, in the vision blurred by the lava's shock.

……

……

The afterglow filtered through the park's tall glass curtain wall, casting geometric patterns of light on the floor. Yingyue, Fan Kang, and Tina walked side by side in the empty, clean corridor, their footsteps echoing in the silent space, making the atmosphere even more serene.

Yingyue turned her head, a hint of worry in her eyes, and looked at the steady-looking boy beside her:

"Is 50 billion too much?"

She spoke, her voice clear and sharp, carrying a calculated caution.

"Apple's total profit in 2011 was only $259.2 billion, and ExxonMobil's was only $416 billion. Even if we make an inappropriate assumption—that you would actually marry Eleanor Mondbell, given the Mondbell family's influence in Europe, the cash dowry they could give you would be roughly in the same order of magnitude."

Aren't you worried they'll become suspicious?

The price of an F-22 Raptor fighter jet hovers around $1.5 million. Even though the production line was shut down in 2011, and not counting the benefits provided by Commissioner Smith, the cost per unit after restarting would be at most around $2 million.

Five hundred billion US dollars, twenty units, averaging twenty-five billion US dollars for an integrated unit, that's a whole fighter squadron, no wonder Shadowmoon would ask this question.

The problem is that this person is not calculating economic gains, but rather human lives and the hearts of others. His gaze is fixed on the road stretching out in the sunlight, as if he is examining an invisible chessboard.

"This expenditure of 50 billion is shared by all countries, and the resulting giant humanoid combat robots, that is... Gundams, will be distributed according to the proportion of investment. If it weren't for the fact that the construction period is really not long enough, and the concern that too many Gundams would be left over and used as weapons in war, it should have been reported as 500 billion."

"As for the situation you mentioned, there are smart people among the Shockers. That lava should have already guessed something. The previous performance was just to give everyone a way out. I gave them a chance to demonstrate their abilities, a chance to atone for their sins, and the temptation to step into the sunlight and weave a web. The Shockers will naturally try to infiltrate and collude with the governments of various countries around the world."

"As for whether they have the ability to infiltrate and find out anything under my nose, that's up to them."

Walking slightly behind the two, the purple-haired girl, Tina Hiiragi, showed absolutely no interest in the conversation about astronomical military spending and global power struggles. Sunlight danced on her smooth hair; she tilted her head slightly, her fingers unconsciously twirling a strand, her clear eyes filled with confusion as she muttered to herself, her voice low but just loud enough for the two in front to hear:

"Wouldn't it be too strange for a Kamen Rider to pilot a Gundam?"

"Giant humanoid robots can also be considered vehicles, right?"

"perhaps?"

"The so-called Kamen Riders are just weird guys who, as long as people remember them, will ride strange vehicles from the horizon at sunset, no matter how many times they come."

The argumentative teenager walked against the sunlight into the shadows.

The blueprints in his hands scattered, caught fire, and turned to ashes.

?IF route Toyokawa Shoko [Vote to unlock the full version (but it won't)]

[Conditions for unlocking the "If Route: Toyokawa Shoko Crying" CG]

1. Fan Kang's willpower is below 110/100.

[2. Kubbi amplifies desires – the five desires]

[3. Quancifang: Iceland Tracing - Not Yet Open]

4. Mizutani Migoko has not been found.

[5. Toyokawa Shoko acquires the "green stone," a successful seduction test]

6. Fan Kang's assessment of his patience was a major failure.

……

……

The night was deep, and a few rays of cold moonlight filtered through the window of the Hiiragi family's guest room, casting blurry patches of light on the tatami mats. After a long day of running around, dealing with Shocker, and finalizing the outrageous 50 billion yen plan, Fan Kang was already exhausted. In the soft bedding provided by the Hiiragi family, his consciousness quickly sank into the boundless darkness.

Consciousness was like a fragment floating in the deep sea, chaotic and weightless. After an unknown amount of time, the senses reassembled.

He "opened" his eyes.

The opulent details are even more apparent: velvet curtains cascade like waterfalls, expensive solid wood furniture gleams with a warm luster, and the air is filled with a subtle, high-end fragrance. The traces of the "wife" are also more pronounced—several stylish, soft dresses are casually draped over the back of a chair, in soft pink and white tones; exquisite bottles and jars are scattered on the dressing table; and in one corner, there is even a guitar that looks quite valuable, with sheet music filled with musical notes next to it, hinting at the owner's passion for bands.

He instinctively reached for the bedside table, and sure enough, the phone that wasn't his was still there. The screen lit up, he unlocked it, and tapped the icon for the card game. The battle record from last night's dream was clearly visible, and even the hastily assembled Divine Stele deck lay untouched in the deck list.

This ongoing "archiving" function naturally leads to an even more absurd idea.

"It's really interesting that this dream can continue. But since that's the case, another question arises... Could this dream be played online?"

Thinking about what happened last night, Fan Kang sighed again. If the same thing happened again, would he give in, or give in, or give in?

It's just a dream anyway, so there's no need to take responsibility.

This wasn't a matter of mutual consent anymore; he was the one being forced into it, the one being forced to act against the will of a respectable man. To be honest, he was very unhappy and didn't want to tolerate it.

He's not some magical male protagonist in a light novel who has no reaction at all; he just chose to restrain himself time and time again.

He wasn't indecisive; he was simply understanding and yielding. If the other party went too far, it was normal for him to lose his temper. Hopefully, the Miss Toyokawa who would appear later would be more sensible and stop playing with fire.

Fan Kang sat on the sofa, casually picked up his phone, assembled his Divine Stele deck, and entered matchmaking.

Five games, four wins, only one loss, and it didn't seem like I suffered any brain damage. Especially since that netizen who said "Emperor is the most powerful" got completely crushed by him, sending a series of incompetent and furious emojis through the chat software, which was really amusing.

"Speaking of which, if I go into Toyokawa Ko's study and lock the door, will I be safe tonight... But I'm so angry. Logically speaking, according to the setting of this dream, it's normal for husbands and wives to do that kind of thing, right?"

Fan Kang tried to convince himself.

"And the one I saw in my dream last night was clearly not Lady Toyokawa, but..."

He pushed open the door and went into the study.

The study was much tidier, with bookshelves filled with economics books and band-related books and magazines. He casually flipped through them, but his gaze was drawn to a certificate under the glass—a certificate of qualification for a JR trainer.

In theory, with this certificate, Toyokawa Ko could directly become a trainer for racehorses. Looking at it this way, Toyokawa Ko isn't the useless pretty boy he imagined.

Just as he was briefly lost in thought while looking at the certificate—

Snap. Snap.

The study light went out without warning. The light in the bedroom outside also vanished. The entire space was instantly swallowed by thick darkness, with only the artificial neon lights outside casting eerie, ever-changing streaks of light on the floor through the gaps in the curtains.

Familiar footsteps, light as a cat's, came again from the direction of the bedroom and stopped at the door of the study.

The door was pushed open silently. A slender figure stood there, its silhouette indistinct, with its back to the dim light of the corridor.

"whee……"

A light, grating laugh, like that of a predator, rang out. It was the voice of the girl from last night. In the darkness, Fan Kang could almost feel her burning gaze, as if she had spotted prey falling into a trap.

But to be honest, he was never the prey, nor was he timid; he simply chose to restrain himself, nothing more.

The young woman walked in, bringing with her a fresh, post-shower scent mixed with her own youthful and vibrant aura. Just like last night, she stretched out her arms and wrapped them around Fan Kang's waist from behind, pressing her warm, soft body against him, and gently resting her chin on his shoulder.

Fan Kang did not resist, not even flinch. He simply let her hold him, the sweet fragrance of the girl's hair lingering around his nose. Then, he spoke softly, in an almost sighing tone, his voice exceptionally clear in the silent darkness.

"It's Ms. Toyokawa, right? I didn't really want to say such clichéd, third-rate lines, but... you're playing with fire."

The arms wrapped around him visibly stiffened. The girl buried her face in his back, her voice muffled, with a deliberate air of naivety and coquettishness:

"Honey, what are you talking about? What Miss Toyokawa?"

"It's okay, 'wife,' I might be a little too forceful later."

"Then you'd better work hard and make up for yesterday's portion too."

Before she finished speaking, a glint of cunning and triumph flashed in the girl's eyes. She suddenly exerted her strength, pushing him down onto the large bed just as she had the night before. The soft mattress sank deeply. She pounced on him with the air of a victor, and the moonlight, shifting at that moment, streamed through the window, casting a cool, clear light on a corner of the bed.

Under the moonlight, her face was clearly visible. It wasn't the mature and charming face of Mrs. Toyokawa, but rather the beautiful face of Toyokawa Shoko, a blend of girlish innocence and astonishing determination. Her skin appeared translucent like porcelain in the moonlight, her eyes shone like cold stars, and her lips were alluringly moist.

Fan Kang lay on his back, and this time, he offered no resistance.

His deep gaze pierced the darkness, looking straight into her eyes. Both of them knew perfectly well that she was not Fengchuan Kang's wife, nor was he Fengchuan Kang. He was Fan Kang, and she was Miss Fengchuan, who had come with a certain wish.

He raised his hand and gently brushed away the strands of hair that had fallen across her forehead with his fingertips, the movement carrying an unprecedented seriousness and... tenderness?

His voice was soft, yet it was like a pebble thrown into a deep pool, stirring up huge ripples in her heart.

"I actually like you too, Ms. Toyokawa. I'm very grateful for your support all this time."

He sighed, gazing deeply into her eyes as if trying to etch her image into his soul.

"But... how should I put it, I probably can't take responsibility anymore, because there's no future relationship. So, it's not too late for you to back out now."

The girl stared at him blankly, the turbulent emotions in her eyes finally turning into determination. She didn't speak, but simply snuggled closer into his arms, like a small animal seeking warmth, pressing her burning cheeks tightly against his chest, feeling his steady and powerful heartbeat.

Then, she slightly propped herself up and leaned close to his ear. Her warm breath brushed against his earlobe, carrying a slightly ticklish sensation. Then, she opened her lips and, with a possessive air, gently, as if punishing him, bit his earlobe.

"You don't need to take responsibility, it's okay."

Her voice, with a slight tremor, was exceptionally clear, like a vow.

"It's a deal?"

"It's a word."

"That……"

He raised his hand, his large palm carrying an irresistible force, and stroked the back of her neck, pulling her closer until their noses almost touched and their breaths mingled.

"Wait, don't cry."

The girl stubbornly raised her chin, the moonlight illuminating the tears glistening in her eyes, yet she refused to let them fall, a defiant smile even playing on her lips:

"How could I possibly cry..."

Before he finished speaking——

"Well--!"

A short, sharp cry of pain abruptly shattered the silence of the room.

The girl's body arched suddenly, like a fully drawn bowstring, then slumped back down. Rapid, labored breathing filled the darkness, carrying uncontrollable pain and a stirring of new life, replacing all words.

The moonlight flowed, silently witnessing everything.

Just like last night, the sheets were soaked in moonlight, and the breaths were gradually becoming rapid and intertwined.

However, this time it didn't end abruptly; there was a sequel.

Chapter 125 My Body Forged in a Dream