I want to become a Kamen Rider

This is quite normal. Even though the past is crumbling, the skills he possesses still exist. In terms of individual strength, having once stood at the end of the long road and been empowered by martial arts, his combat power has reached the pinnacle of humanity.

To give a somewhat inappropriate example, even in terms of speed, even compared to the racehorse girls unique to this world, as long as it's not a long-distance race, his explosive power is faster than most racehorse girls in this world.

You can't catch me.

When the little racehorse girl rushed forward like an arrow, her small hand, swift as the wind, almost grabbing the hem of his clothes, Fan Kang chuckled and uttered those words.

Then, he moved.

Without any flashy transformation or special equipment, simply the body of "Toyokawa Kang" unleashed incredible speed and coordination under the drive of Fan Kang's will!

A strong wind blew the little racehorse girl's long brown hair into disarray, making that white hair particularly eye-catching. In the eyes of the East Sea Emperor, just as he was about to catch that bastard who spouted nonsense online and kept calling people "small fish," the other party said this.

She naturally followed after him.

The idea of ​​humans racing against female racehorses sounds like a joke.

The Emperor of the East Sea initially wanted to laugh, but when she realized that she was really about to lose track of him and couldn't catch up... she couldn't laugh anymore.

At the entrance of JRA, a large and a small figure, one the strongest Kamen Rider from another world, and the other a racehorse girl from this world who is still growing up but whose talents are already beginning to show, began a chase.

Scaling walls and scaling rooftops, scenes that once only existed in action movies and TV shows are now being performed in real life, as if fantasy has been brought into reality.

Under the Emperor of the East Sea's gaze, filled with shock and anger, a certain bastard displayed an agility completely beyond human comprehension: he easily leaped onto the low wall, moved through the narrow alleyways as if on flat ground, and even in a seemingly dead-end corner, facing the little horse girl who was chasing after him, he didn't say a word, twisted his waist and lowered his shoulder, and threw a punch.

"Bang-click!"

A dull thud accompanied the sound of concrete shattering. The solid wall, as if made of paper, was blasted open, leaving a hole wide enough for a person to pass through. Amidst the billowing dust, Fan Kang even had the leisure to wave the note in his hand at the dumbfounded Emperor of the East Sea: "I've left my contact information here so I can pay the owner compensation later. Be careful when you pass by, don't roll the note up."

Before he finished speaking, he had already disappeared behind the hole in the wall.

As it turns out, there is no dead end in this world if you are strong enough.

If anyone had shown even a shred of respect for Toyokawa's body, they would have lost long ago.

"Still not giving up, kid? You are fast, but you can't catch up with me."

The panting man stood on the park wall, looking down at the little horse girl below, who was holding her knees, panting and sweating profusely, and made sarcastic remarks.

This little pony seems quite talented; perhaps she'll catch up to him in a couple of years. However, there's one thing she might never achieve in her lifetime:

"Besides, even if you catch up, you still can't beat me."

The Empress of the East Sea's chest heaved violently, her brown hair plastered to her forehead with sweat, and the tuft of white hair drooped. But she stubbornly raised her head, her brown eyes burning with an indomitable flame:

"Huff...huff, before I...I will make you change your mind, I...I will absolutely not give up!"

"Okay, I'll be going now, bye-bye."

The man waved at her.

Seeing that this villain who attacked her Soul Deck online with vile language and even disrespect for the emperor was about to leave without paying any price and even putting on such a smug and disgusting appearance, the East Sea Emperor became anxious.

She disregarded everything else and directly resorted to a desperate, all-or-nothing move.

The precocious little girl slid forward with a tackle, grabbed the man's leg, and began to force out tears:

"Daddy, you can't gamble anymore! You already sold Mommy for that white powder, don't sell me too! Waaaaah~"

If this were in someone's hometown, this single sentence could conjure up charges of gambling, human trafficking, and drug use—essentially a walking wanted poster. Even if the national circumstances of the two countries are not exactly the same, the final outcome would be quite similar.

The park was already crowded, and this seemingly adorable little pony girl made such a loud noise that it drew unfriendly glances from those around her. Among them, quite a few hot-blooded passersby rolled up their sleeves and approached her.

With just one sentence, the balance of power was reversed.

Even Fan Kang had to admit at this moment that this little horse girl, even if she wasn't a genius, could at least be considered a prodigy.

"This is a huge problem..."

Fan Kang did not explain his intention to defend himself.

Honestly, if you were in their shoes, as a concerned passerby, would you choose to believe a cute little pony girl or the suspicious man? You'd probably be able to come to an answer so quickly that you wouldn't even need to think about it.

Anyway, this is just a dream. Even if I get caught and locked up in the police station until I wake up, it doesn't matter. But Fan Kang doesn't want to lose.

"Gotcha, you trash."

The little horse girl grabbed his trouser leg, revealing a triumphant smile.

"Yeah, you caught me, kid."

The man was very magnanimous; he ruffled the little horse girl's hair and then, in retaliation, messed up her hairstyle.

Then, amidst the angry stares and approaching crowd, Fan Kang slowly took out his phone and, in full view of everyone, pressed those three incredibly conspicuous numbers: 1 - 1 - 0.

"Hello, is this the police? I need to report a crime. Yes, that's right, it's at Yayoi Park. There's a thug who has taken a minor racehorse hostage. A large crowd has gathered. Please get there as soon as possible. The situation is very serious."

"???"

The Emperor of the East Sea sensed something was wrong. Why was someone calling the police to arrest themselves?

"What are you doing?"

"Call the police!"

Fan Kang answered matter-of-factly, then tapped the other person's head.

"I can roughly tell that you want to die together with me. Now that things have come to this, there's basically no chance of turning the tables. But I, Fan Kang, have never admitted defeat in my life. Even if it means dying together, I will still win!"

"?"

"It's called the Emperor of the East Sea, right, kid? It's a good name."

"?!"

Little Ma looked up in confusion, then realized that her student ID, which she had hidden in her pocket, had been grabbed by the other person and was being examined and played with repeatedly.

Then, the man's lips curled into a smirk, his smile exceptionally arrogant, and he leaned close to the Eastern Sea Emperor's ear. His warm breath brushed against her sensitive earlobe, and she heard him whisper:

'Soon, we'll both be famous.'

The man broke off a tree branch and held it to the little horse's neck. He first waved the branch to scare away passersby, then shouted at a volume ten or twenty decibels louder than when the Emperor of the East Sea had yelled earlier:

"Don't come any closer! The Emperor of the East Sea and I are truly in love!"

To ensure that everyone in the park could hear him clearly, Fan Kang also used the sonic techniques he had learned as a supplementary martial arts practice to adjust the penetrating power of his voice.

"You can't separate us! True love conquers all!"

The air seemed to freeze.

Only the pitiful branch that Fan Kang had placed around the neck of the Emperor of the East Sea swayed gently in the breeze.

……

……

Fan Kang was a man of strong will throughout his life, never inferior to anyone.

In terms of martial arts, he stands at the end of the long road, fighting against earth-shattering beasts with a fake body, and it is no exaggeration to say that he is the best in the world; in terms of will, he has traveled through 137 worlds, shattering the past and crushing the future, and has never been afraid; in terms of shamelessness, he is joking, this is just a dream, why would he need shamelessness?

He just has principles and a bottom line, so he wouldn't resort to any means necessary. It's just a dream. If he could be bullied by this girl, then his dream would have been in vain.

Now that this little horse girl is taking him down with her, if he doesn't retaliate, he wouldn't be Fan Kang.

It's simply a one-for-one exchange.

In full view of everyone, in broad daylight, under the clear sky, the supreme knight, who needed no crown, turned around and hugged the leg of the East Sea Emperor. Compared to the East Sea Emperor, who had to squeeze out even two tears and was still faking it, Fan Kang's acting skills can definitely be described as Oscar-worthy.

"Di Bao, take me with you, Di Bao, how can I live without you..."

He was genuinely crying and wailing. With a martial artist's control over his body, he even managed to add a tremor to his voice at the emotional outburst.

"Dibao, I know you've forgotten about me since you entered Treson Academy and found a new love, Ma Niang. It's okay, I support you in finding your love, but... but I really can't live without you, Dibao!"

Anyone who listens to it will only feel that it is genuine and full of true emotion.

"After I get arrested and locked up by the police, remember to take good care of yourself, Di Bao. Di Bao, you have to be happy, you have to be joyful, okay?!"

The little horse girl whose legs he was holding had turned completely gray, and he was still howling.

Having already gone all out, Fan Kang, since he no longer intended to clear Feng Chuan Kang's name, secretly thought he might as well take someone else's name with him.

Once he wakes up from the dream, all these messy things will be completely irrelevant to him.

"You won't have me in your world anymore, that's okay. You have to be happy, Di Bao!"

Even as the police with riot shields dragged him away, the man continued his performance, reaching out to the now gray-white Emperor of the East Sea who was squatting in place.

The two drag marks plowed into the ground were the culmination of the man's restrained power, a masterpiece born from his howling to enhance realism and emotional impact.

"Emperor's Treasure! Emperor's Treasure! Emperor's Treasure! Take me away, Emperor's Treasure ahh ...

The only downside was that I didn't control my strength well when I was struggling with the police and accidentally broke a riot shield.

However, it was not a major issue, and the overall performance was quite good.

In just half an hour, headlines such as "Shocking! Such a thing happened in Yayoi Park", "Man breaks down in tears after being rejected by a horse girl", and "Desperate howl - love and hate between humans and horse girls" instantly flooded Yama's trending searches.

……

……

As dusk settled heavily, it cast a cold, metallic sheen over the brand-new Toyokawa mansion.

This is not the old Toyokawa residence, but rather the "love nest" that Toyokawa Kang and Toyokawa Shoko built after their marriage. At this moment, Fan Kang, who had just been bailed out by the Toyokawa family through their connections, pushed open the heavy carved door and stepped into this "home" that did not belong to him.

The heavy, ornate iron gate closed silently behind him, isolating him from the outside world. Fan Kang stepped into the hall, his slightly weary figure reflected in the expensive stone floor. The air was filled with the scent of high-end fragrance, clean and cool, like a giant display case.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, a hint of self-mockery in his expression. If it were the son-in-law Fengchuan Kang, he would probably be kneeling in the entryway with a durian by now, wouldn't he? But Fan Kang? Ha.

"Welcome home, husband."

A clear, spring-like voice rang out, tinged with a barely perceptible tremor. In the warm light of the entryway, according to the history of this world, stood the young woman who should have recently married him.

She wore a light-colored loungewear dress of fine quality, which accentuated her slender yet already exquisite waistline.

Her long, pale blue hair flowed like moonlight, cascading smoothly over her shoulders, a few strands playfully slipping down her cheeks. Her skin was like fine white porcelain, gleaming delicately under the light. Her small chin was slightly raised, revealing her gracefully shaped neck. Most striking were her eyes, like melted pure amber, crystal clear, reflecting Fan Kang's figure. Her gaze, shifting gently, held a shy yet inquisitive quality, like that of a newborn fawn. Her nose was straight, and her lips, a pale cherry blossom pink, were slightly pursed, betraying a hint of nervousness.

Fan Kang paused almost imperceptibly.

According to the history of this world, the girl before him, his "wife," should have been married to Toyokawa Kou, his son-in-law, for several months. But the way the girl called him "husband," that awkward, almost tearful shyness, hardly seemed like that of a woman who had been married for several months.

She was more like the Toyokawa Shoko from the depths of his memory, who had not yet been completely crushed by the burdens of her family and still possessed a touch of innocence and purity.

However, Fan Kang didn't care. It was just a dream; it wouldn't make sense if it were exactly the same.

But it was precisely this untimely shyness that made the word "husband" unexpectedly stir his heartstrings, carrying a kind of innocent and alluring charm that made his heart flutter.

But he is not Fengchuan Kang, he is Fan Kang.

He wasn't a son-in-law who could freely fawn over Miss Toyokawa and fall in love with her; he was a pathetic loser who had to fight against annihilation, having already paid the price for both the past and the future. This illusory tenderness was nothing but a mirage to him, a spider lily swaying on the edge of an abyss.

Next comes the normal routine: eat, wash the dishes, and then... go to sleep.

"I went to take a shower."

"Oh."

Fan Kang gave a mumbled reply and slumped heavily into the large, soft Italian sofa, sinking in as if he wanted to be swallowed up by the expensive leather.

He grabbed the remote and aimlessly switched channels, the flickering lights and images on the screen appearing blurry to him. It wasn't until the sound of water in the bathroom gradually became clearer and more intense, like a rapid drumbeat pounding in the silent mansion, that he suddenly jolted awake, realizing a potential danger.

Given how realistic this dream was, I hope nothing like that will happen next.

It's alright. Just say that he was tired today and had a big fight with a little pony, and Miss Toyokawa will understand.

The sound of water stopped. A moment later, the bathroom door was opened.

A misty steam, carrying the fragrance of shower gel, rose from the water. The girl, having finished bathing, emerged, wearing only a loose silk bathrobe. Her wet blue hair clung to her neck, and her skin glowed an alluring pink from the steam. Contrary to Fan Kang's expectations, she didn't urge him to wash off his sweaty smell, nor did she return to the bedroom.

She walked straight toward him.

Fan Kang, still slumped in his seat, gripped the remote control, staring blankly as she approached. The next second, he felt himself suddenly lifted into the air!

"Huh? Wait a minute...?!"

Before he could even gasp, she lifted him up with an undeniable strength that belied her slender frame—like lifting a large doll. The remote control in his hand clattered to the thick carpet. Carrying him, she walked steadily across the living room, heading straight for the master bedroom.

He should resist, just as he had rejected countless sincere offers along the way, and the girl before him had given the same sincerity. But for some reason, perhaps he was truly affected by something, the skills he had previously used to playfully wrestle with that little pony girl for so long without a care in the world were now completely useless.

Whether it was a problem with the dream or Feng Chuankang's body had already gotten used to it, Fan Kang didn't know.

The door was kicked open, and he felt a wave of dizziness as he was thrown onto the enormous wedding bed, big enough to fit three or four people, sinking deep into the soft down comforter. He propped himself up and looked down at the girl standing beside the bed, looking down at him. She was only wearing a thin bathrobe, the neckline slightly open, revealing her delicate collarbone.

Water droplets slid down her blue hair and dripped onto the dark sheets, spreading out in a small patch of dark color.

"Um, Ms. Toyokawa..."