I want to become a Kamen Rider

The roar of the alien imperial rider interrupted Fan Kang's thoughts, and the purple flames on his body burned to their maximum:

"Therefore, you must die here today."

"Like I said, if you can do it, then give it a try."

The boy's response remained the same, carrying an air of detached indifference.

"Do you think your henchmen can protect you? You scum who stole the princess's heart, you'll all go to hell with me!!"

He unleashed speed and power beyond limits with a burning passion.

A monster of an anomaly, a knight yearning for the princess's feet, like a completely out-of-control purple meteor, he smashed through Kaixa's attempt to intercept him, punched away Faiz who was charging at him, ignored Decade's card-shaped sword slashing at him, and even withstood Wizard's own magical giant axe cleaving from behind. He broke through the encirclement of five knights, with a determination to perish together with them, and aimed directly at the boy by the second-floor window.

"go to hell--!"

"Minister!" Hiiragi Tina exclaimed.

"Senpai!" Sakuta Azusagawa roared.

"Second Minister!" Hachiman Hikigaya tried to intercept him.

“Darling!” Eleanor’s voice carried a rare hint of urgency.

The boy's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced through the whistling wind of the punch.

"So, is it possible that the monsters you just fought were just gatekeepers, and I'm the final boss?"

Without anyone noticing, his right arm had risen, and in his palm lay a blood-red stone, its surface covered with ancient and mysterious patterns. Inside the stone, molten lava seemed to be flowing, emanating a primordial and violent aura.

The night wind ruffled his disheveled hair, and raindrops began to fall heavily.

Without a driver or a belt, under the astonished, incredulous, and slightly absurd gaze of the monster burning itself, the boy calmly placed the ancient crimson stone at his waist.

"Henshin."

A simple, calm word.

But it was like a spell to open the gates of hell.

Like an ancient, slumbering beast opening its eyes, a chaotic and boundless torrent of energy, indescribable in color and seemingly containing all the brilliance and darkness of life, erupted from the boy who uttered the word.

"Varied……?!"

The horror and disbelief of Another Decade were drowned out by the roar of the energy torrent.

His deadly punch, delivered with self-sacrifice and a gamble, struck the burst of crimson light as if it had crashed into an immovable mountain.

"Boom—crack crack crack crack crack!!"

A sickeningly loud cracking sound and the sound of energy annihilation rang out simultaneously. The giant fist covered with purple armor, along with its entire arm, of the freakish knight with the longing for feet shattered and disintegrated like fragile glass the moment it came into contact with the crimson light.

The violent recoil sent his massive body flying like a tattered sack, crashing through half a wall before slamming heavily onto the street, kicking up clouds of dust. The purple energy around him flickered violently like a candle in the wind, threatening to go out at any moment.

The crimson light slowly receded.

A figure stands by the broken window, bathed in the night rain.

The deep, eternal black of his body formed the dominant color, while the fiery red of lava, like flowing blood, outlined the muscular lines and ferocious armor, exuding a primal power. His head was covered with a compound-eyed helmet shaped like a locust and bearing the connotations of an ancient totem, made of black biological keratin. Those enormous compound eyes, seemingly cast from molten rubies, were now radiating a cold and violent crimson light, like the eyes of a demon god awakening from the abyss.

His shoulder armor was thick and heavy, like the shoulder blades of a ferocious beast polished from obsidian. His belt was a simple black biomass buckle, with a crimson ancient stone embedded in the center, which was now exuding an aura of dominance.

Rainwater fell on his dark, interwoven armor, instantly evaporating into white mist.

The monstrous creature clutched its arm, numb and even cracked from the shock, and for the first time, fear clearly manifested in its compound eyes. The figure before it… was completely different from the "Kuuga" who had lost his power in the intelligence reports!

The boy who had lost his Kuuga powers and was considered by everyone to be unable to transform now descended into this rainy night in a more ancient, primal, and ferocious form.

He stood silently by the shattered window, surrounded by broken glass shards. The wind and rain seemed to pause and give way around him. Dark red energy circulated slowly across his body like breath, radiating a suffocating sense of oppression.

He raised his right hand, covered in black claws, his index finger pointing straight at the terrified monster that had just struggled to its feet. A deep, resonant roar, seemingly emanating from the depths of the earth, emanated from the visor, carrying a simple declaration:

"Your destination is right here."

Chapter 115 Where is my apprentice? (4K)

An hour later, at the Hiiragi family home.

Although the windows on the second floor were broken and dilapidated, the windows on the first floor were still usable.

The girl named Eleanor Mondebelle, like most young ladies of this kind in stories, arrives with bodyguards, servants, maids, and utensils that highlight her status. At this moment, she is sitting at a carved wooden table, holding a knife and fork, with tea and food in front of her.

With blonde hair and blue eyes, she possessed unparalleled beauty and appeared extremely noble.

The typical traits that come with being a rich young lady are being spoiled, naive, and ignorant of the ways of the world. But she is different. She received the education of those in power from a young age. After witnessing the injustices of the world and having a wish that was no different from a wild fantasy, she also learned the principle of sharing.

If the young lady were sitting there alone, posing and enjoying her delicious meal, it would only make her seem detached from the working class and worldly affairs. But she is someone who doesn't eat alone.

Good things should be shared. Those in positions of power become those in positions of power so that everyone can enjoy the benefits together. This is their motto in life.

If he is also considered a "good thing," Fan Kang even suspects that this guy's plan to force himself on him also includes something to share with others.

She invited all the knights who had participated in the battle to sit at the carved wooden table, where they sat casually with her without any distinction of rank, and shared dinner.

"Minister, Minister, this is delicious!"

"Wow. This..."

"..."

Tina Hiiragi cheered with joy at the sight of the food, Sakuta Azusagawa occasionally let out a word of praise, Hachiman Hikigaya buried his head in his food, fully embodying the spirit of a good eater; as for Fan Kang, he looked at the food being fed to him by the girl in front of him with a bit of a headache.

"Ah Kang, Ah Kang, this is super delicious, you should try it."

After hesitating for a moment, he opened his mouth.

"...!!"

The meat chunks that enter the mouth have an intensely sweet and savory flavor. The meat is firm and springy, truly top-quality, and the unique rich taste of lobster is intoxicating. The grilling time is clearly perfect, with just the right amount of char on the outside, while the meat inside is snow-white and translucent, as beautiful as a jewel.

Fan Kang chewed unconsciously, savoring the layers of flavor, and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration:

"You can taste a slight saltiness as soon as you put the shrimp in your mouth, but the saltiness that penetrates deep into the shrimp is very subtle. This proves that the chef is very skilled at bringing out the unique umami flavor of the ingredients themselves."

"Oh my, I never thought that Ah Kang, who used to sleep under bridges every day, would know how to cook."

"..."

The girl put down her knife and fork, elegantly folded her hands in front of her, and began to "explain".

They didn't mention how expensive the shrimp was, nor did they specify what kind of high-ranking officials and nobles were qualified to taste it, because they both knew that if it were truly measured in money, there was nothing in the world more valuable than the sincerity of the Mondbell family's daughter.

"Since A-Kang is interested, I'll humbly explain the secrets of our Mondebelle family's black lobster cooking."

“When we make barbecue dishes, we sprinkle salt twice, once for umami and once for flavor. To make this ‘Grilled Black Lobster’, we cut the fresh lobster in half, sprinkle a thin layer of salt evenly on it, and then drizzle some fruit juice over it to let the flavor seep into the lobster meat. After letting it sit for a while, we repeat the previous steps, coating the whole half of the lobster with spices to make sure the lobster is fully flavored.”

"When the time is almost up, put the lobster back on the fire to grill. As it cooks, the flavor will permeate the lobster's most essential juices. At this point, brush it with olive oil. The juices that seep out of the lobster, combined with olives and salt, will create the best natural sauce. Then, the sauce will soak into the meat again, giving the lobster an even deeper flavor."

"Then, just as the lobster is about to be cooked, move it over the charcoal fire, sprinkle with seasoning salt, like this..."

The girl raised her hand, and her fair wrist came into the boy's view.

"Flavor-enhancing salt must be poured from a height. This way, even a small amount of salt can crystallize into larger particles, bringing sufficient flavor."

"I see."

Enjoying a big bite of hot, fragrant lobster while a chilled drink slides down your throat – it's truly a treat.

Eleanor's beautiful voice, coupled with her patient and detailed explanations, prevents the meal from becoming tedious and instead enhances the enjoyment of the food.

However, Fan Kang knew that no matter what the topic was, the other party would eventually steer towards that point.

The girl tilted her head, rested her chin on her hands, and looked at him with a smile:

"And just like that, the signature dish of the Mondbell family, a must-learn for brides—grilled black lobster—is complete. If you marry me, you can eat it every day! Really, don't you want to consider it?"

"Definitely next time."

The girl covered her mouth, somewhat surprised.

"So you didn't flatly refuse?"

"Having eaten such good food, we should say something to please our host."

Eleanor winked playfully.

"I heard that A-Kang had a big seafood feast on her wish list, so she personally cooked the Mondbell family's bridal dish and brought it over. The freezing magic worked surprisingly well for preserving the freshness and locking in the juices. Since it was for A-Kang, Eleanor put in two hundred percent of her cooking skills. So, at least answer one question for me... Where do I end up on her wish list?"

"Although I really want to complain about you using magic for this kind of thing, since you asked, I'll mercifully tell you. You're last in line."

The boy's gaze swept over the other people at the table, and he whispered.

In a sense, being liked by a girl who is invincible in every way except for her brain, being helped, treated to delicious food, and having her answering a question described as being extremely merciful, is simply shameless.

"Why?"

"If you fulfill your wish first, then no one else will get a turn."

"But when it's my turn, will Ah Kang really be able to grant my wish?"

"I do not know."

"They weren't lying to me after all."

The boy glanced at the purple-haired girl who was happily eating lobster.

“You’re a smart woman, Eleanor, unlike the silly and foolish Butina. There’s no point in lying to you.”

"It's so unfair. Smart people have to know such cruel facts, and smart people are even ranked last because they are too smart."

"Whether you were ranked last because you're too smart, or because of something else, I think you know the answer in your heart."

"...I don't care. I don't even know if Ah Kang will still remember me by then. Since you're bullying smart people like this, then smart people will have to use their cleverness to cut in line."

"If you can do it, I have no objection."

She secretly grabbed his sleeve with one hand.

Normally, that hand would definitely slip to where it shouldn't, but this time, she behaved herself, perhaps because she felt wronged, or perhaps because she was sad.

"If A Kang hadn't come back, he probably wouldn't have had to face such a cruel reality, and there would have been plenty of ways to obtain eternal life and an immortal body."

"Correct."

"Then why did you come back?"

"Because I want to protect this world, and you all."

"Did you really remember who you were back then?"

"It doesn't matter if you can't remember."

"What if the way of fighting is also forgotten?"

"It doesn't matter if you forget how you fight."

"What if you forget about us too?"

He hesitated for a moment, then came to the same answer once again:

“…It doesn’t matter.”

"The Ah Kang I know is a hero who never lies, never gets confused, and never doubts himself. He is my ideal husband."

"Now that he knows how, he's no longer your ideal husband."

"Just because you want to protect this world?"

"Because I want to protect you."

Perhaps his words were indeed a bit too much, because the blonde, blue-eyed beauty showed a rare vulnerability.

He was all smiles when he tried to sneak into my bed at night and got kicked off; he was still all smiles when he drugged me and I ended up getting hooked up and he had to take me to the hospital for a stomach pump; and he's been rejected 519 times so far, whether it was a verbal confession, a bouquet of flowers, or a grand confession, and he's been smiling all the time.

Now, instead of laughing it off, he's seriously announcing his next crime:

"I want to cut in line!"

"up to you."

The smile finally shifted from Eleanor to his face.

Then, this guy stole his smile with a single sentence.

"By the way, Mizutani Migen has gone missing."