Kamen Rider Zi-O, Dimensional Descent

Kamen Rider Zi-O, Dimensional Descent

Author: Death_heat

Introduction:

What can you do with the power of Kamen Rider?

To change the fate of those who have been unjustly persecuted, and to personally save those innocent people from countless tragedies.

Therefore, Yan Ming would not hesitate to use his knightly power to descend into different dimensions and fight.

If someone tries to stop him…

"The fate of magical girls is unchangeable. Isn't it a great thing to sacrifice your insignificant human race for the benefit of all beings in the universe?"

You should be proud! Simply by subjecting girls to utter despair and turning them into witches, you can provide nourishment for the universe! Shouldn't it be your honor to undertake such a sacred task?

"As for me? I can't be destroyed, because we Incubators are the embodiment of the universe's consciousness~"

For example, if this creature called Kyubey tries to block your way—

For Yan Ming, there was only one thing he needed to do.

A dark gold belt appeared around her waist, and then…

Final Hour: Oma Zi-O's Ultimate Attack!

Seeing that knight's kick descending from the sky, the Kyubeys should probably consider writing each of their own wills...

Volume One: The Demon King Descends: Prologue - The Path of Diverging Fates

This was the first time I had ever seen such a scene.

The world was painted in a lifeless hue.

The smoke of destruction, wasteland, yellow sand...

The ashes sky symbolizes a sky that can never be reborn.

A sandstorm of gray and yellow, symbolizing the boundless and the end.

This is the endless destruction that belongs to this world.

What stands beneath the vast gray sky, amidst endless sandstorms and wasteland sands?

statue.

The statue appears to depict a young man in a unique pose, wearing something at his waist, while an even larger clock sculpture stands behind him.

Near the youth statue, there are human-shaped statues made of the same material.

There are a total of nineteen.

And the culprits who changed everything to this state.

Dark gold armor, with white clock hands that spread out like a cloak from behind.

The helmet, with its clockwork hour and minute hands, features a scarlet material that forms a mask-like image resembling characters.

It evokes the concept of the word "end" itself.

His presence here is so striking that it's as if the entire world has been forced into this exaggerated spectacle because it can't accept his existence.

The figure standing in front of the statue simply stood there, doing nothing and knowing nothing.

This kind of exaggerated scene, which even "the end of the world" cannot describe, is something I have never seen before.

...wrong.

It wasn't the first time I'd met him, so I should... know who he is.

Something popped into my mind.

"I wish to prove your power, and I will not comply unless you do."

"I am the master who reveals all things and encompasses all things."

This scene brought the same words to mind: memory and consciousness. Everything became clearer and clearer.

I should know.

I know very well what that dark golden figure, that final object that plunged the whole world into destruction, truly is.

This moment.

I opened my mouth and uttered the name of that figure directly from my lips.

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hum-

The alarm clock rang throughout the room.

Opening my eyes, a slight pain from the back of my head slowly roused my drowsy consciousness.

Black hair and dark purple eyes.

He got up from the bed and pressed the alarm clock button to stop it.

"...Was it a dream?"

He recalled everything that had just happened: the yellow sand and wasteland, and the mysterious figure standing in front of the nineteen statues.

Why would I dream of such a scene?

He had no recollection of such a scene, let alone any understanding of what it meant. Therefore, he had no idea what those things were or why he had dreamt of them.

However, exploring whether a dream has any meaning is unnecessary for him.

After getting up and grabbing his clothes, the young man glanced at the sky outside the window. The sun was shining brightly, and the scenery at seven o'clock in the morning was indeed invigorating.

There was also a textbook on the table with a rather strange name written on it.

Shilun Yanming.

There's no need to overthink it. After packing your things, get dressed and wash up.

Despite Yan Ming's exceptionally good culinary skills, he himself doesn't have a strong appetite.

I just grabbed a few frozen rice balls from the freezer, heated them in the microwave, and stuffed them into my backpack. That was my breakfast for today.

After grabbing his schoolbag, Yan Ming opened the door, ready to leave.

However, before leaving the house, he stared at his bedroom for a few seconds.

"...It was just a dream."

After leaving those words, he completely left the apartment where he lived.

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This is a fairly ordinary city in Japan.

Its name is Mitakihara City.

Yan Ming had lived here for several years and was already used to the surrounding street scene and road conditions, so he naturally didn't care about anything.

However...

As he grabbed his schoolbag and started walking towards his school, the students around him who had been chatting and laughing all stopped what they were doing.

Upon seeing Yan Ming approach, some whispered among themselves, while others quickly stepped aside or hurried away. Still others looked at him with curious but not fearful eyes.

Shi Lun Yan Ming showed absolutely no surprise or aversion to this.

Ignoring all of this, he arrived at the gate of his school, Mitakihara High School, just like his other classmates.

The school appears to be very large, and the overall campus structure is quite luxurious.

It is said that this high school was originally just a junior high school many years ago, but after some special planning, it was transformed into a school that integrates junior and senior high school students.

In this near-future era, students need to swipe their cards at the gate to log into the school and transmit their information to their parents to ensure their daily schedule is recorded.

Although no parents came to confirm these things, Yan Ming still needed to swipe his card.

After casually swiping his card in his pocket, his campus login data was directly transmitted to his homeroom teacher, which should be considered one of the few exceptions.

Good morning, Xiaoyuan!

"Ah, Sayaka~! You're here on time for the new semester too!"

"Hehe~ Of course! But you, Xiaoyuan, I've been waiting for you here for quite a while."

"Huh? How could this be... I've already almost eaten breakfast!"

"It's nothing, it's just a joke. Actually, I arrived around the same time as you!"

"Seriously...you even bully me with something like this, how mean!"

"No way~ Oh right, I heard that a transfer student is coming to our school today, and it seems like it's even in our class!"

"Huh? Really...?"

A little girl with pink and blue hair walked past Yan Ming; she must be from the junior high school.

Yan Ming continued walking into the teaching building and went directly to the third floor, to the fourth class of the third year of high school.

After the classroom door was opened, the previously lively atmosphere inside the room immediately became quiet.

Yan Ming ignored this and sat down in his seat.

Although the students were briefly disheartened by Yan Ming's arrival in the class, they soon returned to their daily routines.

However, not many people would go out of their way to say anything to Yan Ming.

"Good morning, Yan Mingjun!"

"Good morning."

Seemingly out of politeness, the people at the tables in front, behind, and to the sides greeted him, but they didn't say anything else and all quickly turned their heads away.

Not long after, the homeroom teacher entered the classroom.

"It seems everyone is here. Well then, I'm glad everyone has moved up to the third year of high school. Let's begin..."

It was probably just something like talking about the start of a school year; it was something I memorized from a script the day before.

Most students were too lazy to listen to the homeroom teacher's boring talk. Some started to daydream, while others read comic books. Those students with a better attitude towards learning simply used this time to continue doing their homework.

To be fair, Yan Ming should be considered a student with a good attitude towards learning, right?

However… his learning content is slightly… different from the knowledge taught at this school.

Yan Ming took the rice ball and his study materials out of his bag and began his studies while eating the rice ball.

The other people mostly read things like math, English, Chinese, physics, and chemistry.

But what was Yan Ming looking at?

—A research document on the "Golden Dawn," a supposedly real occult and magical society in London, England, during the 19th and mid-20th centuries.

The languages ​​used in this document include English, Arabic, Spanish, Hindi, and even some ancient Indian languages…

Beside these texts are all sorts of strange and incomprehensible patterns that appear to be writing, and indeed, it is a very ancient writing system.

Enochian.

Also known as Hebrew, it is said in legendary texts to be the language of angels.

Moreover, these Enochian languages ​​are types that have not been deciphered to this day.

Using the contents of this book on British mystical and magical societies, combined with his own knowledge and comprehension, Shi Lun Yanming began translating the undeciphered Enochian language all by himself.

—Even the world's leading linguists acknowledge that the difficulty of deciphering these characters is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

The high school senior in front of me has begun this deciphering work.

Moreover, the deciphered content is completely reasonable.

This involves more than just simple language analysis, because even if the code is successfully deciphered, the knowledge required afterward is not limited to just the languages ​​of different countries.

Mathematics, astronomy, physics, and even structural knowledge of the human body... all need to be integrated.

For Shi Lun Yanming, any decoding task that cannot be completed without any of these elements is no different from the daily exercises that top high school students do.

Before we knew it, it seemed like the first class had already begun.