I want to become a Kamen Rider

The Otherworld Rider Driver is not a power to transform into a hero, but rather an armament to become a monster.

Created with passion by Deepsea Shocker, this is the culmination of extremely high technology. It has collected data on almost all the contracted knights except for him. Putting aside the massive side effects, this thing has a power that is worthy of praise even in Fan Kang's eyes.

The most remarkable thing is that he can use the power of other monsters, such as the Undead, which he is currently using... the power of the undead beast Kalis.

From Fan Kang's perspective, although Kalis looks like a Kamen Rider, uses his power in a similar way, and fights in a way that makes him feel like a Kamen Rider, he still prefers to classify Kalis as a monster out of habit. But the card he "stolen" from Deepsea Shocker is labeled as... the legendary knight, Kalis.

This kind of cognitive difference is not the first time it has happened. Logically speaking, he, who comes from the distant future, should know all the information about the Riders. In fact, he does know the stories of many Riders who will appear in the future. However, during a routine persuasion, Kyubey mentioned a Rider he had never heard of before in a serious tone - Oma Zi-O.

Considering Deepsea Shocker's different classifications of Kalis, it's hard not to suspect that there's a future that Kyubey knows, the enemy knows, but he doesn't.

That world achieved true peace; there was no Godzilla, no rampage of demons, and the Kamen Rider series continued filming. So, in that world, it was natural to introduce a brand new Kamen Rider he had never heard of before, and to bestow the title of Rider upon the immortal beast Kalis, transformed by Hajime Aikawa, who had indeed performed well in the TV series.

However, it's all just speculation. Even if such a future truly existed, it would never come to his world. He is a knight who protects this world, and he will only fight, die, or protect the entire human world in this world.

"Transform, Sakuta Azusagawa."

His thoughts returned to reality. The man fighting in the form of Kalis held a longbow, his movements as natural as breathing.

His left arm was held out horizontally, fingers spread, palm facing upward, steadily supporting the middle of the longbow. His right arm stretched gracefully backward, fingers slightly bent, gently resting on the invisible bowstring.

"Zheng——!"

A clear, metallic tremolo suddenly rang out.

With his movement, the longbow's arms, which had been curved inward and appeared lifeless, seemed to come alive. Accompanied by a pleasant yet powerful mechanical meshing and the sound of energy flowing, the bow arms instantly extended outward, upward, and to both sides.

Like a sleeping raptor suddenly spreading its wings that blot out the sky, the previously relatively restrained bow-like structure is fully extended, forming a highly imposing and almost perfect arc.

Holding a curved hand, Fan Kang gently hooked his right index and middle fingers, which were resting on the invisible bowstring, towards Azusagawa Sakuta.

Without words, the action itself was a silent, provocative, and oppressive command:

Come on, face me!

"After signing the contract with Kyubey, I went to read the original story and learned about the knight's fate. It felt a bit ominous."

Still retaining some youthful impetuosity, Sakuta Azusagawa suppressed the fear arising from being completely overwhelmed by the provocation. He held one hand empty, and golden light spots formed a uniquely shaped mobile phone in his hand.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his unease, quickly pressed the codes "9", "1", and "3" on his phone, and then put the phone into his belt.

【Standing By!】

A cold electronic sound sounded.

【Complete! 】

With an even more powerful declaration, dazzling golden photon veins instantly surged and intertwined across Sakuta Azusagawa's body. The light enveloped him, coalescing into a sharply defined, technologically advanced golden armor—Kamen Rider Kaiser.

The golden warrior assumed a slightly stiff starting stance on the sand, the X-shaped photon core on his chest radiating a steady glow. He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the goggles beneath his mask to meet the crimson stare.

"Contract knights consume their own life and soul in battle, so even at the last moment, you and I will not turn to sand, but will use up the last of our flesh and soul to return to heaven and earth."

"I don't know if Cupid is nearby," Fan Kang said calmly.

"Senior, you're not going to use your full strength, are you?"

"of course not."

Fan Kang pointed his longbow at the rookie knight in front of him and held up one finger.

"At the beginning of training, I only use 10% of my strength. Once you have improved, you can challenge me to use 30%, 50%, and 70% of my strength in this posture."

"Not at full strength?"

If it were anyone else, they would probably scoff at the arrogance and ignorance of the person before them, but Fan Kang merely glanced at the setting sun halfway down the horizon, his voice carrying a barely perceptible longing:

"If that's the case, I guess I can take a break now."

That is, if he can live to see that time.

After speaking, without noticing the expression on Hiiragi Tina's face, he lowered his center of gravity and drew his bow in an instant.

“Zheng——!!!”

A metallic tremolo, far clearer and higher-pitched than before, seemed to tear the air apart.

Nocked the bow, drew the bow, aimed, and fired—it was so fast it seemed as if the last two steps were skipped entirely. The crimson compound eyepiece locked onto the golden Caesar, and the right index and middle fingers, resting on the energy bowstring, aimed and hooked.

The sand beneath our feet rippled and scattered, while the roar of the waves crashing against the cliffs seemed to fade into the distance.

A ghostly blue energy arrow, like a meteor tearing through the night sky, carrying a piercing shriek and a destructive aura, instantly traversed the distance between the two, heading straight for Caesar's face. Where the arrow passed, the air was forcibly pushed aside, leaving behind a brief but scorching vacuum trail.

A life-or-death crisis.

Sakuta Azusagawa's pupils suddenly contracted. His mind went blank, but his body, driven by instinct, unleashed the explosive power granted by the Kaiser Armor, which he was still exploring and had not yet fully mastered during training!

"Ugh—!"

He roared, and his golden figure tumbled to the side. His movements were clumsy and awkward, almost a tumble and crawl.

boom! ! !

The energy arrow grazed his shoulder armor as he rolled past, then sank deep into the sand behind him.

The violent explosion was deafening.

Golden waves of sand shot into the sky like a fountain, mixed with scorching energy remnants, slamming into Caesar, who had just rolled to his feet and was still not quite on his feet. The enormous impact sent him staggering once more.

Dust filled the air, obscuring the sky and the sun.

Kalis's red-silver figure appeared and disappeared on the other side of the sand curtain, and the bow arm of the awakened bow once again unfolded its cold outline in the smoke and dust.

The scarlet compound eyes, like deadly flames, pierced through the smoke and dust, locking onto him once more.

Even knowing that no matter how severe the injuries, as long as he was still breathing, he could be saved, his senior's calm voice, processed by a voice changer, clearly pierced through the aftershocks of the explosion and the howling wind, and still sounded as cold as a judgment to Azusagawa Sakuta's ears:

"Lesson 1: Your instinctive reaction to an attack is still failing."

"Now, stand up. Or, be pierced by the next arrow."

Chapter 51 Abyss Howls [2/6, Third Update Starting at 1 PM]

The Pacific Ocean, an absolute abyss four thousand meters below.

Darkness should have been the dominant theme here, but at this moment, the darkness of the abyss was fragmented by the intermittent, barely surviving emergency light sources on the desolate ruins.

This is the last stronghold of Shocker in the deep sea. Built on the rock strata of an ancient trench, it should have been impregnable. However, now it looks like the remains of a giant beast that has been brutally disemboweled.

The perspective shifts to the interior of the base, which appears less like it has been breached and more like it has been thoroughly "cleansed" by a violent hurricane.

The passageways were twisted and deformed; the heavy alloy gates, like pieces of waste paper torn apart by immense force, were twisted open or simply vanished. Once-precise instruments were smashed to pieces, their wiring and pipes exposed like severed intestines, flickering with dangerous electrical sparks. The precious sample storage containers were empty, and shattered reinforced glass littered the floor.

A strange "creature" floated silently through the mess.

Its design resembles an upside-down version of the space dinosaur Hyper Zetton, and its name is Venalita, the core technology of Deepsea Shocker and, in a sense, its "mascot".

It traversed the ruins, reached the edge of the control room wreckage, and finally fixed its gaze on a figure leaning against a twisted half of a control console.

The figure was wearing a large, black robe with the hood pulled low, covering most of the face except for a fair and clean chin.

He was tilting his head slightly back, as if gazing at the sky, even though above him was only the cold, heavy alloy dome and the four-thousand-meter-deep seawater. A thick, almost tangible sense of despondency and despair enveloped him like the pressure of the deep sea.

"It was completely looted?"

Venalita approached silently.

"Ah."

The cloaked figure let out an extremely long sigh, as if it had exhausted all its strength.

"Kuuga moved everything he could, and demolished everything he couldn't move..."

He paused, as if chewing on this immense bitterness, "Everything we've achieved through our struggles and hard work... is gone."

He seemed to be looking for something to relieve his immense grief. He fumbled around in his dark robe for a while and actually pulled out a crumpled box of cigarettes that had been soaked in seawater.

But He didn't rush to draw the cigarette; he simply continued to question life.

"You mean, are we really the villains who invaded humanity, the testers who put civilization to the test? I feel like we're the ones being tested by Kuuga. Only the strong who can defeat even such monsters can possess this planet and gain control of the entire human world."

"The 'incubators' have created such a huge problem, how do they intend to deal with it?"

"They can't handle it, otherwise they wouldn't have just let it go like this. The 'incubators' who interfered want us to grow bigger and make humanity half-dead, not to be backed into a corner like this, cowering like mice."

The cloaked man began to pound on the wall.

“Venalita! Tell me, if those ‘Incubators’ collect despair, why do they have to target those human brats? Can’t they just sign a contract with us? Right now, I feel a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times more desperate than those contract knights under their command!!

He pressed his forehead against the cold metal, his shoulders heaving violently, emitting suppressed sobs:

“The Alien Knight Driver… was also taken away… everything… was taken away…”

Venalita hovered silently, watching her companion crumble.

A moment later, as if it had received some information, its calm voice rang out again: "'Incubators' intend to use the same method as us, to win hearts and minds."

"Psychological warfare? Again with psychological warfare?! Can't they come up with something more practical, like building a weapon that can fight? Or just teleporting that plague god into a black hole? Psychological warfare? Can psychological warfare even deal with that monster whose mind is only focused on 'patrolling,' 'hunting,' and 'destroying bases'?!"

Venerita turned to look at Him: "Then why don't you lead the challenge against Kuuga?"

"never mind."

He immediately shrank back.

"I think winning hearts and minds is a good idea, so let's do it."

Not every leader of a dark organization has the courage of the Emperor of the Crace Empire. Crace's last gamble incited many people and killed many others. This directly resulted in the fact that the surviving forces were either lying low from the beginning or were terrified.

Venalita's gaze swept over the chaotic wreckage of the control console, once the heart of the entire base:

"Logical contradiction. With Kuuga's fighting style—frequently using contractual power that consumes his life essence, and fighting against enemies far beyond the norm at high intensity—theoretically, his vital signs should have been unable to be maintained long ago, and his power should have declined or even collapsed. But the observation data shows that his energy reaction and the intensity of his battle show an illogical growth curve. He gets stronger the more he fights, which is completely illogical."

The cloaked figure buried his face deep in his knees, and muffled sounds came out.

“Yeah…it doesn’t make sense…I can’t figure it out either…I’m about to give up…really…Venalita, how about we run away? Find a more remote planet and start over? This planet…let’s leave it to that plague god and those incubators and their peers who want to play with fire and get burned…”

Vinalita did not respond to the suggestion to "run away," but continued to report: "'The incubators' have begun to try to exert influence, based on the 'seven sufferings' design model of the human spirit. In the first round, they tried to amplify the target's 'greed'."

"Greed, and what's the result?"

"The target, 'empty self,' became addicted to a mobile game within the pre-set 'greed' inducement field. The deviation between the behavioral pattern and the expected 'greed' performance exceeded the upper limit of the threshold. After evaluation, the incubator determined that the 'anger' and 'ignorance' models had a probability of being effective for the target of less than 0.01%, and therefore abandoned the two tests directly."

Cloaked Man: "..."

"The problem doesn't stop there. The 'Incubators' suspect that the information has been leaked, and that something may have already informed Kuuga, trying to subtly influence his mind. Once Kuuga is on high alert, the possibility of him being affected is even smaller."

"Aren't those white turds all in cahoots? Could there be a traitor among them?"

"Then let me ask you, are you in cahoots with Galshocker, Nova Shocker, Grand Shocker, and Mirror Shocker?"

"makes sense."

He trembled as he pulled a cigarette from the pack, put it in his mouth, and began fumbling for a lighter.

"Ultimately, why insist on exerting influence subtly? Why not just tie them up and hypnotize them?"

"Then you have to beat me first."

"..."

He fumbled around for a long time but couldn't find a lighter.

Even Venalita couldn't help but ask:

"Haven't you found it yet?"

"I remembered..."

The cloaked figure stared blankly, mouth agape, as the half-smoked cigarette fell onto the cold metal floor.

"What did you remember?"

"Even the lighter was taken by Kong."

Chapter 52 Forging Swords in the Desert [3/6]

Blue Island, a stone platform atop a cliff.

Time slipped away quietly amidst rigorous training and brief respites.

At this moment, this solemn place, which should have been used for rigorous martial arts training, unexpectedly saw wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys, mixed with the enticing aroma of roasting oil.

In one corner of the stone platform, a makeshift barbecue grill had already been set up. Fan Kang was squatting to the side, deftly placing the skewered meat and vegetables onto the grill. Then, he took out a lighter, ready to light it.