I want to become a Kamen Rider

One person and one car, suspended in mid-air.

Under the moonlight, a figure clad in emerald armor calmly raised his crossbow, his posture serene yet deadly. His compound eyes gleamed with molten gold light before locking onto every enemy target in the chaotic battlefield below.

The trigger was pulled, not in rapid succession, but in pinpoint bursts of terrifying precision. Azure arrows, imbued with sealed energy, traced deadly trails that tore through the night. Each arrow pierced a wounded soldier with pinpoint accuracy; there were no explosions, only monsters instantly disintegrated and reduced to ashes by the sealed energy.

"Be careful, boss!"

Jin Dou's warning came.

A suffocating sense of oppression suddenly descended, and a gigantic wolf-like Gurongi, far larger than its kind and capable of blocking out a large portion of the moonlight, was seen standing on a high place.

Its cloak billowed out like a cloud hanging from the sky, and a ball of dark energy, so deep it seemed capable of swallowing light, condensed in its mouth. The aura of destruction, like tangible ice water, instantly locked onto the Golem and Pegasus below. This was a premeditated, deadly attack, a sacrifice of its remaining forces.

It was a close call... well, not exactly, but Fan Kang didn't have the money to buy band-aids.

"Titan!"

Abandoning the golem, or rather, to protect the golem, the knight, whose color had turned from blue to purple, leaped into the air.

The enormous ball of dark energy crashed down, carrying the power to annihilate everything.

"Drink!"

The purple knight let out a deep, thunderous roar, but did not dodge. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, and then, without flinching, retreating, or dodging, he met fire with fire, attacking against attack.

In a manner that seems utterly foolish to ordinary people, it throws a punch toward destruction.

Boom——! ! !

A deafening explosion erupted, darkness and purple light clashed violently, and a raging energy shockwave spread out in a ring, tearing apart and ripping apart container wreckage and abandoned cranes within a radius of hundreds of meters like toys. A layer of the ground was scraped away, and smoke and turbulent energy surged into the sky.

When the dust settled again, the purple knight stood on high ground, with scattered fragments of his cloak falling like stars behind him.

The general is dead, the soldiers are gone, and now it's a battle of kings.

Those deep within the port area likely understand this principle as well.

"Roar--!"

A roar far more terrifying and deafening than any of the previous Gurongi roars came from the deepest darkness. This sound was ancient, violent, and carried an absolute pressure that surpassed all living beings, causing the entire battlefield to freeze in shock.

Even the golden figure that had activated its time-up transformation froze, while only the purple knight remained unmoved, his gaze fixed on the shadows.

The thick, inky darkness surged, converged, and rose.

A massive silhouette slowly emerged. It was neither a bat nor a wolf, but a humanoid figure, standing disheveled, its upper body covered in obsidian-like armor with sharp angles and a metallic sheen. The armor was devoid of patterns; pure slaughter needs no adornment.

The king slowly raised its massive, battering ram-like arm, pointing it at Kuuga. No words were needed; its killing intent had already materialized.

The purple-clad knight felt the overwhelming pressure, yet his eyes beneath the visor remained even calmer, like a frozen abyss. The spirit stone at his waist responded to the king's oppressive aura, emitting a deep hum.

"Xiao Feng, clear the area! Make a path for me."

The purple knight's voice, carried through the thick mask, rang out with a metallic clang.

"Understood. Boss, I'll handle this!"

Jin Dou's voice remained full of energy, and the golden light burst forth with an even more dazzling brilliance, like a golden storm sweeping over all the remaining Gurongi.

The purple knight took a deep breath, a breath that seemed to suck away all the heavy air around him.

Then he waved.

The long-awaited divine machine descended from the sky, responding to the knight's will. Its heavy body began to change after merging with the motorcycle; the thick armor on its back writhed, deformed, and stretched like a living thing, with purple energy flowing and outlining on it like veins.

In an instant, the golem ceased to be its ferocious motorcycle form. Its body became more robust and elongated, its limbs transforming into thick horse legs covered in heavy purple armor and burning with purple energy flames. The menacing front end transformed into a steel horse head covered in a visor, its eyes burning with a purple light of the same origin as that of Titan Kuuga. It became a huge, majestic, and ancient-looking fully armored warhorse.

At this moment, it no longer resembles a duel between sworn enemies, but rather a charge by knights on an ancient battlefield to end their destiny.

The knight leaped up, and his warhorse caught him.

Titan Kuuga sat steadily atop the warhorse formed from golems. He clenched his right hand in the air, and purple sealing energy surged and converged, quickly condensing and taking shape.

A colossal, ancient-looking, and imposing Titan's Greatsword appeared in his hand. Its blade shimmered with a cold light. A dense purple energy coiled around it, as if it bore the power of the earth itself.

One man, one horse, one sword!

Target: King of the Gurongi!

"drive!"

The knight gave a low shout and spurred his horse's flanks. The iron steed beneath him let out a deafening neigh and slammed its hooves into the ground.

boom.

The solid concrete ground beneath their feet shattered and collapsed like tofu, and purple energy flames erupted from beneath the horse's hooves. The next moment, purple lightning stirred!

Purple meteors began to tear through the night sky, and heavy hooves pounded the earth with a thunderous roar. The Titan's greatsword dragged beside him, its sharp tip carving a deep furrow in the ground, sending up a rain of pebbles.

Ignoring the distance of space, with a will to crush everything, he launched the most primal, most violent, and most magnificent attack on the Gurongi king who stood like a mountain—

Iron cavalry charge!

A purple meteorite crashed into the burning Demon Mountain, ending a long-standing destiny.

Chapter Seventy-Three: The Destroyer of the World (4K)

Finally, the first rays of dawn struggled to pierce the thick darkness, casting a faint, cool gray-blue hue onto the ravaged battlefield of the abandoned industrial zone.

The corpses were piled up like mountains.

It wasn't a gruesome massacre, but rather a pile of remains after being ravaged and structurally disintegrated by some immense force. Broken black carapaces, fractured bone spurs, and enormous limbs flowing with a viscous, dark purple liquid... The Gurongi's final struggle and counterattack forged this mountain of corpses.

The knight stood silently atop the mountain of corpses.

He let go.

The Titan's greatsword that had severed the king's arm and cleaved the darkness, like a sandcastle that had completed its mission, began to crumble from its tip, turning into countless tiny purple particles of light that silently drifted away in the cool morning breeze, completely merging into the nascent light of dawn without leaving a trace.

Fan Kang deactivated his transformation and limped down the mountain of corpses. He was unharmed, but he was quite tired.

Looking back at the wreckage scattered on the ground, Jin Dou deactivated his transformation and extended an arm at the opportune moment:

"Boss."

"..."

Fan Kang hesitated for a moment but still put his hand on it.

Normally at this time, he would grit his teeth and persevere. It's funny, though. He's so much stronger now than he was back then, whether in terms of skill or pure strength and speed. But he really doesn't know if he's become weaker than when he first came to this world.

Only warriors who sacrifice everything can ignite the great fire that is wagered with blood, flesh, and soul, just this once, to die together.

With Xiao Feng's help, the two walked out of the factory together. Golden flames ignited behind them, burning away the ruins, melting away the slag, and extinguishing all the secrets and gloom behind them.

His battles in East Asia should now be over.

After that, we went to provide assistance to other regions.

Continue, the never-ending battle.

"finished?"

However, as he looked at the boundless darkness and then glanced back at the single, dazzling ray of light behind him, which illuminated the sky but was also just a single, isolated burst of light, he hesitated.

In the eyes or words of others, he must be the kind of man who never hesitates or gets confused, because he has to bear the weight of the whole world.

But even someone like him often worries and ponders when he thinks about something.

Did he really do his best and save the most people?

In the original history, during the Curtain Age, countless people died. In the first month, tens of thousands perished, and in the following six months, millions more lost their lives due to the activities of those dark organizations and evil forces. By this point in time, more than ten million people must have died.

But now, the number of lives lost directly because of the Gurongi, Black Satan, Destroy... and those scumbags probably doesn't even add up to ten thousand.

Before my eyes, there is no longer the overwhelming despair; in my ears, there are no more wailing cries. Compared to the past, this is already a great achievement that I can hold my head high. But whenever I think of the earth-shattering behemoth that followed, I still worry and hesitate. How much longer can it fight? Can it continue to win in the battles to come? If it falls, to whom should we entrust the mission?

He should still have time to teach disciples, nurture talents, and encourage younger generations, but... is that really enough?

That's how people are. When they're really busy and working non-stop, they don't even have time to think about these things because they don't have the time.

But when he finally got a chance to catch his breath, these questions resurfaced and questioned his soul.

"Is the boss unhappy?"

On the cold, deserted streets, only the howling of the cold wind blowing through the abandoned buildings could be heard.

The silver-haired girl looked at him with concern, because there was no smile on his face.

"I'm not unhappy."

"The boss is lying, it's obvious."

The girl released his hand. To Fan Kang's somewhat bewildered surprise, she skipped and hopped like a light deer to a reasonably intact streetlamp ahead. The dim, yellow light shone on her like a stage spotlight, casting a warm glow on her silver hair.

She turned around with her hands behind her back, standing there gracefully, like an elf born from the night, tilting her head to look at him.

Then, she reached out her hand.

"Clang clang clang clang!"

Using the streetlights for illumination, she added her own sound effects and took out a small cake.

It was morning, and she must have secretly hidden her favorite one somewhere, wanting to eat it all by herself.

Fan Kang was speechless, thinking the girl was showing off or asking for a share, because the girl handed him the whole cake.

"Adults are all like that, wearing masks on their faces, unable to say what they're thinking directly. But the eldest is different. The eldest doesn't wear a mask; the eldest just carries too much on his shoulders."

"So you need to eat something sweet. Eating something sweet will make you happy!"

The girl smiled and once again opened her arms to him.

"This is Xiaofeng's absolute favorite cake. Give it all to the boss. Once the boss finishes eating it, don't be unhappy."

.........

……

Inside the rented room, the cool morning light streamed through the dusty windows, casting slanted squares on the floor. The air was filled with the worn smell of cheap furniture, and a hint of…sweet, creamy aroma.

"Does Kangjun still remember that you were enemies at first? Once she regains her memories, you'll definitely fight to the death again, and in the end, you might even have to kill her with your own hands. So, don't even think about it."

Listening to Kewpie's instigation, Fan Kang sat in the creaking old chair, holding a small piece of cake that was slightly deformed from being squeezed. He scooped up a corner with a small plastic spoon and put it in his mouth.

The cake was very sweet.

He casually remarked:

"Given your style, shouldn't you be advising me to just make it a fait accompli?"

"Yes, the safest approach is for you to get her pregnant, seduce her, and then you'll be in an invincible position. The fact that you could predict this shows that you understand Qubi better than ever, but..."

Cupid changed the subject.

'Will you listen?'

"will not."

Fan Kang shook his head.

So what's the point of offering advice you'll never take?

"Too."

Fan Kang continued eating his cake.

'She's so suspicious, especially after her amnesia, acting so close to you, so completely open. If it were all an act, that would be one thing, but we're certain there's not a trace of pretense. The serious part is that her dependence and affection are genuinely undisguised, pure as crystal. How can anyone in this world have such high feelings for you without any reason? Unconditional kindness is never a good thing.'

"..."

Fan Kang paused in his eating of the cake.

He seemed to remember something, put down the cake, and began rummaging through drawers and cupboards.

If I remember correctly, the silver-haired girl first appeared when she called herself "the traveler of time." At that time, she was about to send the fallen knight Makoto Ito off on his final journey, and she appeared at that moment, seemingly wanting to save Makoto Ito.

It's just a very simple deduction. Generally speaking, if someone wants to save a person, especially a notorious scumbag, it's either because they're doing someone a favor or want to get something from the other person or accomplish something, so there's a conflict of interest, or... they're a relative or friend.

According to Japanese police records, 14-year-old Mimasaka Kaze, who disappeared before her death, had never met Ito Makoto in her life, and Ito Makoto had died in the heavy rain that day.

If the current Mimasaka Kaze is indeed from the future and wants to change the fate of Makoto Ito's death, then at least it means that Makoto Ito did die in her timeline.