I want to become a Kamen Rider

He walked with a composed gait to Lindsay, who was still somewhat dazed. Lindsay then noticed that beneath his crimson cloak, he seemed to be wearing a perfectly tailored dark suit. He leaned slightly forward, reached out, and gently patted Lindsay's shoulder, a gesture like a superior encouraging a new employee.

Then, he took a brand-new name tag with a volcano logo from a secretary who respectfully handed him a tray, and shoved it into Lindsay's hand without any room for argument.

"Welcome to the 'Volcano Shocker' family, Miss Time Jacker. I know you originally had your own organization, that's fine. Our company adheres to the principles of openness, cooperation, and mutual benefit, and is very willing to conduct in-depth discussions and strategic cooperation with your company on the grand blueprint of 'world domination'."

His voice was clear, professional, and full of the tone of business negotiation:

"We can work together to connect key resource nodes, exchange our respective advantages, target industry pain points, identify differentiated and diversified tracks, create new powerful time-based monsters, and help each other lay the foundation and develop our businesses, moving forward hand in hand..."

He paused, seemingly genuinely looking forward and anticipating.

"—Forge a great friendship of aggression!"

Chapter 118 The Thousand-Meter Beast: The Ultimate Behemoth (4K)

A new day begins.

The time-jackal girl arrived in front of the gleaming office building, took a deep breath of the air mixed with car exhaust and the smoky smell of breakfast stalls, and felt utterly absurd. She skillfully took out the magnetic card with the volcano logo printed on it from her exquisite little bag and swiped it on the cold turnstile.

Lindsay Time Robbery successfully checked in; the green light turned on, and the gate slid open.

It is said that most office workers in this country live like this: clocking in, signing in, going to work, day after day, without any excitement.

However, no matter how many times she saw the scene before her, she could not get used to it.

Stepping into the brightly lit, air-conditioned lobby, you are greeted by a huge electronic screen displaying red and green numbers and charts. A group of energetic (or perhaps excited) young employees in white shirts and black trousers are gathered around a project manager, who is also dressed in a suit and tie, holding a pen and talking animatedly.

The project manager's voice was highly persuasive, echoing through the lobby via microphone:

"...Comrades! The market is the battlefield! The customer is king! Think about our goals! Think about our future! Don't be intimidated by the difficulties we face! Remember our slogan—"

He suddenly waved his hand, and the crowd below, as if they had rehearsed it a thousand times, erupted in a unified, hoarse roar:

"Sleep on the floor today, be the boss tomorrow!"

"Even if my customers treat me badly, I will still love them like my first love!"

"Eating steamed buns today, living in a Western-style house tomorrow!"

"Better to suffer for a hundred days than to live like an worm!!"

The roar shook the glass curtain wall. Lindsay walked expressionlessly through the group of people who seemed to be on steroids, heading towards the elevator. Her slender silver hair stood out starkly among the dark backs of their heads.

Is this how humans on this planet encourage themselves?

Lindsay looked at her confused face reflected in the elevator door.

For those pieces of paper with numbers printed on them, for the success in the eyes of others?

However, no matter how hard they try, royalty and ordinary Time Jackers are still different. Royalty are born with the power to manipulate time, while ordinary Time Jackers, no matter how hard they try, are limited by the constraints of their bloodline. Effort? Struggle? In the eyes of royalty, it's like the clamor of ants.

How much better can this world be than the country she came from?

The elevator ascended smoothly and stopped at the floor where the "Strategic Cooperation Department" was located. Shaking her head to clear her mind, the Time Jacker girl went to the project manager's office. As far as she knew, this was the only place in the company run by Volcano Shocker that was still connected to the "aggression business."

She walked over. The slightly overweight man, with a receding hairline and a perpetually worried expression as if crushed by KPIs, was the only person she could report "serious matters" to here.

The manager saw her and immediately greeted her:

"Lindsay, you've come at the right time. Go and finish this report. Make sure the format is consistent, especially the section on projected revenue; make sure it looks neat."

She walked over and repeated the same sentence she had grown tired of repeating.

"Um, Kuu-chan has truly lost her power. You may proceed now."

“We appreciate your intelligence, but intelligence is intelligence, and verifying its authenticity, deciding whether to implement it, how to implement it, and who should implement it all require a meeting to discuss. Last month, Saigo from the 'Market and Inspection' department next door had his design proposal for developing a brand-new tentacle monster service market rejected. If I suddenly propose to take advantage of this opportunity, won't it give people the impression that I'm disrespecting Saigo-kun and trying to take credit for it? Saigo is the nephew of Boss Lava.”

Lindsay let out a long sigh.

If her watch hadn't been stolen, and she hadn't lost the power to return to her original timeline, she would have wanted to leave this place long ago.

But that damned lava creature used the fact that they saved her life as an excuse to force her to sign a six-month labor contract. Although the salary and benefits were quite good, she was a time calamity fighter who was going to overthrow the world, not a wage earner!

Seeing the expression on her face, the manager comforted her:

“We understand how you feel, Miss Lindsay, but we can’t get in touch with the Time Jackers right now. Our company is a small business, so it’s understandable that we don’t dare to take action against Kuuga. Do you know how many times Kuuga pretended that he couldn’t transform just six months ago? He did it three times. We believed him the first two times, but the third time, that person was even more ruthless. He sat in a wheelchair and had his apprentice push him around, wandering the streets. He even hired a caregiver. He persisted like that for a whole week. The other Shockers finally couldn’t take it anymore.”

"..."

"And guess what? Thud, that guy just stood up from his wheelchair right there, and none of the organizations that went to Shock left any survivors."

Lindsay sighed, realizing she should compose herself; there was no way she could expect Volcano Shocker, which was now almost a legitimate company, to take action against that man.

She turned to leave.

"Miss Lindsay, reports, reports! Don't forget to make reports. Boss Lava plans to heavily invest in healthcare stocks again soon, acting as a pure retail investor. We need to release some technical data to boost market confidence."

She resignedly reached out and took the thick stack of reports the manager handed her. The weight of the papers made her wrist feel slightly heavy.

She took the report and returned to her workstation with a helpless expression.

The cold computer screen lit up, reflecting her delicate yet weary face. The densely packed tables and charts on the screen were like an invisible net, trapping her tightly.

"Would Miss Lindsay be interested in having dinner together?"

"No."

Lindsay stopped typing after declining an invitation from a male colleague.

She looked up, her gaze passing through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows to the sky outside, fragmented by the city's skyscrapers. The afterglow of the setting sun gilded the clouds with a dark gold, and also cast an elusive light on her silver pupils.

She frowned.

……

……

Blue Island.

Time seems to stand still here under the constant warmth of the sun. The clear sky is filled with the tireless blazing sun, immersing the entire island in a near-eternal summer scene.

Surrounded by the deep, enchanting turquoise sea, the island resembles a base inlaid with a giant sapphire, giving it its poetic name. Many stories have unfolded here, stories so outrageous they wouldn't be out of place even in light novels and manga, but now it carries only one important mission—the Knights' Council.

Passing through layers of rugged coastline sculpted by sea breezes and time, at the entrance of a secluded natural cave on the island, one can hear the eternal roar of the waves. Deeper into the cave, the light dims, and only the winding path beneath one's feet emits a faint phosphorescent glow—from wondrous creatures clinging to special mosses. Deep within the cave, the azure waves violently crash against the rock walls, shattering into countless splashing droplets, shimmering with a ghostly blue light like fireflies.

The massive sea-eroded rock archway, like the ribs of an ancient behemoth, lies across the way.

Five figures clad in various colored armors, led by a masked man, were silently descending along this strange path paved with phosphorescent light.

The cave's dome is covered with countless stalactites hanging upside down, standing like a forest of swords left behind by the gods, their sharp edges pointing downwards. Every few hundred steps, a cold curtain of water descends from the sky, like a veil separating space.

As the last curtain of water was silently passed through, a breathtakingly large, spherical cave appeared before everyone's eyes. In the center of the cave, a simple and heavy stone round table stood quietly, like the axis of the world.

Unlike the Knights Council of the past, only six people are present here today: Fan Kang, Eleanor Mondebelle, Tina Hiiragi, Saki Kawasaki, Nanase Katagiri, and Shadow Moon, who never takes off her mask.

From the depths of the cave, the echoes of ceaseless ocean waves could be faintly heard. And there, around the round table, was another life-or-death discussion, about this world, and about the behemoth.

Shadow Moon's voice came through the mask, carrying a metallic quality, clear and decisive, as always, direct and to the point:

"Ladies and gentlemen, you are all aware of the reason for this emergency meeting. The International Astronomical Union has confirmed that a massive meteorite, designated 'Erebus,' is traveling at a constant speed toward Earth's orbit and is expected to arrive in about a year."

Katagiri Nanase frowned slightly.

"A year? The timeframe doesn't seem... that urgent?"

"Isn't there still a year left?"

Hiiragi Tina chimed in.

Eleanor Mondebelle shook her head heavily, her blonde hair swaying slightly with the movement, her blue eyes filled with an unprecedented seriousness:

"The meteorite itself will be here for another year. But the deadly crisis is much closer than that."

She raised her hand, her fingertips tracing the smooth surface of the round table. Instantly, a screen of light illuminated the center of the table, displaying complex star charts, orbital data, and monitoring waveforms.

Her voice trembled slightly as she pointed to a small, highlighted point on the star chart that was drifting away from the main meteorite's orbit.

"Look, during its journey, Erebus underwent an inexplicable split. A daughter meteorite, about five kilometers in diameter—which we'll call the 'Pioneer' for now—is actively accelerating away from the main body at a speed far exceeding expectations, heading straight for Earth! The world's leading astronomers have jointly calculated that, excluding the possibility of it accelerating again, its impact window is within one month!"

"Active acceleration?" Kawasaki Saki exclaimed in surprise.

"It? Active... does that mean it's not a celestial phenomenon, but something deliberate?" Fan Kang, who had just recovered from a cold, spoke in a somewhat somber tone. He immediately grasped the key point of Eleanor's choice of words.

"Yes, actively accelerate."

Eleanor answered affirmatively, her fingertips tracing across the light screen, bringing up several specially processed, magnified images. The images were extremely blurry, filled with noise from cosmic dust and radiation interference, but the surface of the meteorite was vaguely visible, seemingly covered with some kind of... unnatural, almost biological, rugged structure.

"We used a deep-space probe that incorporated some technology from the Shuka spacecraft to conduct an ultra-precise scan. The results confirmed that the meteorite itself, about five kilometers in diameter, or rather, what it carried... was a living thing!"

"A living thing?" Katagiri Nanase gasped.

"Moreover, based on energy readings, structural simulations, and the scale of life signs... when it reaches Earth, breaks through the atmosphere, and finally stands on the ground... its height may be close to one thousand meters!"

"One kilometer?!" X4

Aside from Eleanor, who was giving the presentation, and Fan Kang, who remained calmly seated, almost everyone in the audience was simultaneously stunned into silence. Even the most seasoned veterans were utterly shattered by this number.

What does one kilometer mean?

The Giant of Light, who is constantly complained about by someone, is supposed to be the one to fight Godzilla. His average height is only forty or fifty meters.

Even in the fourth stage, the "End of Evolution," which instantly destroyed three major districts of Tokyo, was only a little over a hundred meters long.

Eleanor's voice carried an almost cruel calmness:

"To give you a more intuitive reference, please take a look at this."

A magnificent image of a human-made structure appeared on the screen—the Burj Khalifa, the tallest building ever constructed by humankind, bar none.

解说文字冰冷地罗列着它的数据：世界第一高楼，828米。耗费33万立方米混凝土、6.2万吨钢筋、14.2万平方米玻璃……设计灵感源自沙漠之花蜘蛛兰，可抵御每小时240公里的强风。人类用了4500年，才从胡夫金字塔的146米将建筑高度提升了近6倍。

The image shifts, and the outline of the Burj Khalifa is superimposed proportionally next to the blurry image of a meteorite teeming with terrifying life.

Along with it, the fourth stage and the presumed fifth stage of "The End of Evolution" were also stacked aside. When "The End of Evolution" reached the fifth stage, only Kamen Rider Kuuga truly witnessed its form, because almost all other life forms around it had died at that time.

It was a true death; where the purple light touched, not even bacteria remained.

Even if the revived life forms intentionally recreate the form of the fifth stage, the boundaries are difficult to discern with the naked eye, let alone describe the true terror. However, relying on modern science and some inference methods obtained from self-repair cards, the height of the fifth stage, "the end of evolution," was barely reconstructed to be around three hundred meters.

The Eiffel Tower is 330 meters tall. This 300-meter behemoth signifies that the Eiffel Tower has stood up, running across the earth, intending to crush everything in the world.

Even if it's not true that the higher or bigger the better, a thousand meters is already an unimaginable height.

"If that monster were to successfully descend and rise, its height would surpass the pinnacle of modern human engineering. It would be... a moving Burj Khalifa! A living spectacle of flesh, energy, and a will to destroy."

A deathly silence fell over the cave. The faint sound of the waves seemed to have been blocked out by an invisible barrier. The flowing water still danced on the knights' armor, but it only reflected deeper shadows and frozen horror.

Beneath the Shadowmoon Mask, her crimson gaze slowly swept over each knight present, finally settling on the despairing contrasting image on the light screen. Her metal fingers, resting on the armrest of the round table, silently tightened, and a tiny crack quietly appeared on the hard stone surface of the armrest.

Chapter 119 Humanity's Utter Defeat

The rain, like a curtain, quietly enveloped the city at night. The cold raindrops pattered on the ground, splashing up tiny water droplets that spread out in a hazy glow under the dim streetlights.

At the street corner, under a small, transparent umbrella, a petite figure with purple hair struggled to stand on tiptoe, trying to create a rain-free sky for the boy beside her. The umbrella seemed a bit too heavy for her height, and only when the boy silently took the handle could she finally lower her heels and let out a soft sigh of relief. The height of the umbrella immediately became much more suitable.

He looked up; the transparent umbrella sliced ​​the sky into blurry, flowing blocks of color. Rainwater meandered down the smooth umbrella surface, eventually shattering on the cold ground beneath his feet.

In the eyes of others, he is a hero who is never confused or doubtful, but that determination comes more from his knowledge of the future. He knows that being confused is useless and suffering is pointless, and that he would rather use that time to save more lives.

But now, he can no longer fight as before, no longer advance without end. The seemingly endless gears of battle are finally forced to stop. Not out of exhaustion, nor out of will, but... because he is no longer able to. The brilliance of the Kingstone is no longer what it once was. It once supported him as he tore through darkness, traversed countless worlds, and finally returned here, but it can no longer bear the weight of that colossal finality known as "Magnita the Shocker."

The Thousand-Meter Beast, the Colossus of the End, also has another name: Magus Magita, the Shocker.

In the original world's history, starting in 2011, humanity was harmed by various Kamen Rider villains for twenty years, during which time the Earth's population decreased by several times.

If I remember correctly, the newly appointed Governor Sawai of Chiba had an unrealistic wish. It's said that after being rescued by Kuuga and witnessing his overwhelming power and godlike figure, he still wanted to rely on humanity's own strength to stand alongside heroes. He repeatedly asked himself, how could weak humans participate in the battle against that Beast of the End?

In the end, Governor Sawai came to a very idealistic answer: he couldn't find a solution, but as long as everyone united and worked together, relying on the collective wisdom of humanity, they would definitely find a solution.

This is an extraordinary spirit, and indeed it is. In the history he witnessed, others had tried it, and the Human Alliance was truly established. That counterfeit, known as the Artificial Knight, was the final roar and cry of humanity, a species that had dominated the Earth for 250,000 years, in the face of annihilation and the threat of extinction.

It is a counterattack of an era, the pinnacle of human wisdom, the crystallization of countless people's hard work and genuine tears, and an undeniable answer.

Even so, humanity did not unite because of the hero's act.

In 2032, a giant space meteorite, codenamed "2024 YR4", was observed falling to Earth in 2024.

The People's Federation was established in 2033 AD.

In just one year, the population plummeted by several times, and the human nations, who were still wary of each other, united because Godzilla arrived and a meteorite fell.