I want to become a Kamen Rider

"I don't know. Maybe when it really comes to an end, I won't let go. Instead, I'll give this world a grand finale with fireworks."

The suspicious white alien creature appeared behind him as always, its claws resting on his shoulder. It was a wonder that it hadn't been thrown off despite flying at this speed.

Is it because at the end of the story, both the hero and the demon should be on stage?

"No, it's out of a desire not to die."

'King, the stronger you become, the further you are from the end of the long road.'

"This will increase the number of survivors."

I no longer know if you're truly strong or not.

"That was just... a way of survival that we were forced to choose."

When a stage actor plays a clown or a hero, he can stand on the stage and bow to the audience to receive tips, flowers, and applause during the curtain call. But a rogue who is afraid of fighting and plays a hero won't even have the chance to stand on the stage and bow properly to say goodbye during the curtain call.

The scene before him changed rapidly. The thick clouds were easily left behind by Golem, like torn cotton wool. Ahead, the coastline of the North American continent came into view, and the iconic skyscrapers of Los Angeles, which appeared somewhat empty and isolated in the sunlight, came into view like a steel forest.

Golem hovers high in the air.

Fan Kang took a deep breath, suppressing the surging fatigue and dizziness, and leaped. The wind howled as he free-falled. He only managed to muster some strength when he was thousands of meters above the ground. A flash of crimson light dissipated his momentum, and he landed silently in a quiet alley on the edge of the city, blending into the bustling crowd.

Battle is not simply about arriving on the battlefield, the enemy jumping out, and then finishing them off with a single punch. The real battle begins before the smoke even rises. It involves identifying potential enemies, gathering scattered pieces of information, eliminating potential threats, evacuating innocent civilians... and finally, nipping the crisis in the bud.

This requires dozens of times more effort than pure combat.

While it's not impossible to stay put and prepare for reinforcements in advance, with his speed and combat power, he could extinguish the rats hiding in the shadows on the spot when they finally couldn't resist jumping out and causing a big commotion. But... the fewer people who die, the better. For this reason, he always makes himself work extremely hard.

He climbed to the top floor of an abandoned factory, the golden light shimmering in his eyes like a high-powered telescope or radar, scanning the seemingly tranquil cityscape below. Exhaustion surged up again like a tide, almost overwhelming him.

Somewhat tired.

"Here you are, boss, tea."

A fair hand reached out to him, holding a steaming paper cup.

"Ah, thanks."

He skillfully accepted the tea offered by the person next to him, took a sip, and felt better.

Wait, the person next to me...?

Fan Kang turned his head sharply, his questioning gaze meeting a pure silver expanse.

A cascade of silver hair, woven like moonlight, came into view, followed by a stunningly beautiful face with a silly smile. The familiar girl stood obediently beside him, tilting her head slightly, her clear eyes focused intently on the teacup in his hand, as if waiting for him to finish drinking so she could continue holding it for him.

A gentle breeze?!

She was even wearing the same dress he had taken her to buy before.

Was his memory playing tricks on him, or did he go back to the rented apartment to bring Xiaofeng to Golem before coming to North America while he was in a daze? But that doesn't make sense either, there's no such thing in the fragments of memory he's recalled.

"Xiao Feng, what are you doing here?"

"I saw the boss flying in the sky. He must have forgotten to bring Xiaofeng with him, so Xiaofeng chased after him."

The girl gestured.

Is this reasonable? Chasing golems?

Moreover, traveling from Japan to North America involves crossing an ocean, right? After thinking for a while, Fan Kang gave up thinking again. This had become a habit. Given his combat frequency and intensity, he really didn't have time to think too much about such inexplicable things.

Especially now that we've been fighting continuously.

Go ahead and pursue Golem, then ask her how she did it later.

"...Why did you chase after me?"

"Little Wind, come protect the boss!"

The girl rolled up her sleeves in front of her, trying her best to appear as if she were a very capable fighter.

In fact, she is indeed very capable. The girl, who seems to be from the future, is currently the Kamen Rider in the world who is guaranteed to be in the top five or even the top three. That is already quite remarkable, if it weren't for her making the rankings meaningless.

"Then I'll leave it to Xiaofeng..."

Fan Kang was about to brush it off when, as he was saying this, the girl squatted down in front of him, exposing her back to him.

"What are you doing?"

The girl turned her head, her profile appearing exceptionally pure in the sunlight. She patted her not-so-broad back:

"Boss must be very tired. Xiao Feng, carry Boss to find the enemy."

"I also have my pride."

"...The boss is the most powerful boss in the world. He has already worked very hard, so it's okay for him to rest for a while."

"..."

Fan Kang wasn't a pretentious person, but even he was stunned for a long time in the face of this scene.

Then, he obediently lay on the girl's back, his silver hair brushing against his face, and he could feel the girl's body temperature and skin.

"Charge! Charge! Charge! We must protect our leader this time!"

Feeling the weight on her back, the girl not only didn't feel strained, but instead, like a small rocket fully fueled, she instantly became full of energy. Among the towering rooftops, she began to move with an agility and speed that defied common sense.

His consciousness began to sink under the weight of exhaustion. If he had come here alone, he could have continued to grit his teeth as usual. Admittedly, he had become weaker, but he felt alright.

What do you think, Cupid?

'That's very interesting.'

A suspicious white alien creature crouched atop a water tower in the distance, watching from afar with an expression of bewilderment.

'She forgot all her memories, but she couldn't forget her love for you. Yet, ironically, even when she still remembered everything, she chose to be your enemy. Don't you find that contradictory, daring to defy you?'

"It's a contradiction."

Seeing his voice weaken, Cupid was a little surprised.

'Um, resisting the emperor?'

"I'm going to take a nap first."

He buried his face in the girl's hair, his consciousness fading away, and then the girl was still being noisy and disruptive.

"Even if I can't blow up an entire planet with one punch, Xiao Feng loves Boss so much. No matter how many times, no matter how many times, Xiao Feng will come to save Boss."

She shouldn't have been there when he had his episode...

Even if it's used 3,455 times.

Why does this number have both zeros and whole numbers...?

……

……

[The 3454th time, 'Crossing Over']

[The "rescue" failed]

[“Fix”, Enable]

The icy wind, carrying a heavy, rusty stench of blood, howled through the deathly silence of the world.

As far as the eye could see, the familiar landscape was gone, replaced by an endless mountain of corpses, piled up from twisted metal, shattered armor, and countless other pieces of debris in various poses. The sky was a somber, leaden gray, and the earth was covered with dark red ice and charred wounds, as if the entire world had been thrown into a furnace and then brutally cooled and solidified.

In the center of this blasphemous painting of destruction, a silver figure kneels.

"That's enough, we don't need to fight anymore."

"That's enough, we don't need to fight anymore."

"That's enough, stop fighting."

Countless mountains of corpses and remains.

In a world where the end that should have been declared has been shattered, a silver-haired girl... a girl whose silver hair is no longer there weeps bitterly.

Her once flowing silver hair, like moonlight, was now stained with filth and dark red scabs, clinging haphazardly to her pale, bloodless cheeks. Her body trembled slightly, not from the cold, but from a despair that penetrated to the bone, a despair that was not just almost, but already tearing her soul apart.

Her slender figure appeared so small against the boundless backdrop of death. Tears, like beads from a broken string, silently slid down her filthy cheeks and fell onto the cold, congealed blood at her feet.

She had been kneeling there for a very long time. So long that time itself seemed to have lost its meaning.

Finally, she moved.

Like a rusty, broken puppet, he staggered up the hillside piled with corpses, one step at a time.

Every step was incredibly difficult; the "ground" beneath her feet was frozen blood, broken bones, and twisted metal debris. She ignored the faces, both familiar and unfamiliar, the empty eye sockets staring at the shattered sky, and with an almost instinctive persistence, frantically dug and shoved through the mountains of corpses with her scarred, cracked hands.

Her cold, stiff limbs were roughly pushed aside, and frozen blood clots were smashed with bare hands. She was like a tireless miner, searching for the only treasure in a vein of despair.

I do not know how long it has been.

Her movements suddenly stopped.

Those blood-stained hands trembled as they carefully brushed aside the last few heavy fragments of wreckage, revealing the almost buried figure beneath.

"Boss..."

With all her might, she carefully dragged the heavy, lifeless body from its confinement by the corpse. Then, she turned around, her back to him, and tried to carry him on her back.

"Come on, boss, Xiao Feng will take you home."

She carried him on her back, and then she fell down.

The two of them fell together onto the cold, sticky, frozen blood-soaked ground. The girl's slender body was pressed beneath her, and she let out a suppressed groan of pain, but instinctively used her arms to tightly protect the numb treasure that had slipped off her back.

That was her only, last, and only remaining treasure.

Every movement was so strenuous, and the bloodstains stretched a long way across the sky.

"Little Wind... Little Wind... I'll take you home..."

Blood streamed down her forehead, arms, and thighs, but she felt nothing. She only tried to pick up Zhenbao and take him away from there.

A moment later, she collapsed to the ground as if all her strength had been drained, hugging him tightly and protecting him.

"I'm sorry, boss, I'm sorry, boss, Xiao Feng failed again."

she wailed.

"Xiao Feng is a useless Xiao Feng."

The heart-wrenching cries echoed through the deathly silence, filled with endless regret, self-blame, and despair that seeped into the very marrow of the earth.

It is unknown how much time passed. Perhaps it was her crying, or perhaps it was that deep-seated obsession that finally pierced through the fog of death. Or perhaps, for the monster that had reached the end of the long road, even liberation had become difficult.

The cold, heavy body in my arms moved very slightly.

A hand, covered in tattered armor and stained with blood, was raised very slowly and tremblingly. The movement seemed to have exhausted the last embers of life.

That hand, with difficulty and extreme gentleness, brushed across the girl's cold cheeks, which were soaked with blood and tears, as if trying to wipe away a little dirt, a little tear stain.

"Don't come looking for me next time. I don't like seeing people cry in front of me."

"Boss... are you trying to get rid of Xiao Feng?"

"It's time to let go. Although I don't know the details... but looking at the sadness in your eyes, this must be the thousands of times... Xiao Feng, you have to get used to growing up on your own."

A brief moment of dead silence.

What followed was a wail more piercing and desperate than ever before, like a wounded and dying young animal telling the story of what it absolutely could not give up.

"Even if that's what the boss said—!" she almost screamed, her voice distorted by extreme emotion, "Xiao Feng won't listen!!"

"Xiao Feng won't listen!" she repeated, over and over again, as if declaring war on the entire cold, cyclical universe. "No matter how many times, no matter how many times, Xiao Feng won't listen!"

"I won't listen, I won't listen, I'll never listen!"

.........

……

The sun shone brightly on the bustling streets of Los Angeles, almost blindingly so. Crowds thronged the streets, cars streamed by, and the aroma of coffee, the music of street performers, and the laughter of pedestrians mingled together, creating a vibrant urban scene.

In the heart of this bustling scene, a figure walks out of place yet strangely harmonious.

The girl chuckled foolishly.

That smile was pure and bright, illuminating her pretty face, which was slightly dusty. Her eyes sparkled as she curiously and joyfully surveyed everything around her—the colorful candies in the shop windows, the comical actions of street performers, even a passing, furry little dog could elicit small, satisfied gasps of amazement.

The man on her back.