I'm really not Kamen Rider

Chapter 439: Now that I, the Black God, have awakened, who dares to claim to be invincible? Who dares to claim to be undefeated? Who...

"Where is Yitiao now?" Hearing that Yitiao was injured so badly, Tiandao could no longer sit still.

Little did he know that he would hear such explosive news as soon as he returned.

This concerns Yitiao's life safety, and he cares more than anyone else.

"They have been transferred to America, where there are more advanced medical treatments that can help Ichizo get the best recovery possible." Rick said truthfully: "After Ichizo was seriously injured and retired from the front line, the Metropolitan Police Department is a bit leaderless again."

"I heard that the higher-ups at the Metropolitan Police Department have appointed a new person in charge." Sakurako is well-informed, mainly because there is someone in the Metropolitan Police Department who has become a bald head and has connections with Sakurai, so Sakurako can receive the latest information.

However, the bald guy Sugita seemed to be a little disheartened after experiencing the Gurongi incident. He has been transferred from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department and is currently in charge of security in Hokkaido.

Although for other police officers, going from Tokyo to Hokkaido was tantamount to exile and humiliation, for Sugita, it was a trip worth remembering and relaxing.

I heard that he is skiing in Hokkaido every day, or going out to sea to fish, and sometimes he goes horseback riding on the ranch. He lives a very comfortable life.

Officer Sakurai replaced Sugita and became the person in charge of parts of Tokyo. He successfully followed in Sugita's footsteps, working like a slave, and his originally normal hairline gradually began to move backwards.

It was as if Sugita's position came with some kind of curse.

"The new person in charge..." Tiandao pondered for a moment: "It seems that the new round of crisis will also have new people to appear and solve it."

"Just like us..."

Tiandao has now experienced the world, big and small, and has a good understanding of Kamen Rider, or the reason why Kamen Rider was born.

When a crisis occurs in an era, a Kamen Rider will appear to resolve the crisis. This is the story of a knight.

Tendou cast his gaze upon the photo, and seeing the new knight who was too similar to Kuuga, he suddenly understood something.

Now, is it this knight who appears to solve the follow-up?

"I'm going out for a while." After figuring this out, Tiandao immediately let go of the pressure in his heart.

One was injured and retired, five generations were missing, and only he returned to this world again. But even so, the following story has little to do with him.

It is a brand new story and a future written by brand new knights.

"Are you going to look for those guys?" Rick asked aloud.

“No matter what, I will not let go of the existence that hurt Ichijo.” Tiandao said solemnly, supporting his hands on the table, “It’s not that Ichijo can’t transform, but since they were able to defeat Ichijo head-on, after thinking about it, only those guys could do it.”

"Yakurako." Tiandao suddenly looked up and asked Sakurako: "Please help me keep an eye on the Metropolitan Police Department's information to see if there are any strange cases recently."

"For example, someone awakened superpowers or something like that."

"Eh?" Sakura was stunned, but then she reacted: "Could it be that the monster this time is..."

“The power of light…” Tiandao narrowed his eyes: “When you first see this guy, it’s normal that you think he looks like me. After all, they both have a pair of big golden horns, which makes you feel familiar.”

"but."

Tiandao changed his words and said, "Compared to Kuuga, don't you think this pair of big horns is more like the new life form from before?"

"The style of these golden horns is exactly the same."

This kind of golden horn has appeared on new life forms, and the power of new life forms, according to the angels on earth, is a forbidden power.

The name of that power is the power of light.

...

After leaving the coast, Tiandao came to the road alone. After making sure that there was no one around, he stomped his foot on the ground and shouted in a deep voice.

"Land... No! Angel of the Earth, come out to see me!"

When it comes to the power of light, the earth angels must be the ones who know the most. After all, they are active in order to prevent this power from emerging.

The Heavenly Dao itself bears the mark given by the Earth Angels, and can summon the Earth Angels at any time.

After stomping his foot on the ground, Tiandao waited for a moment, but everything was calm and peaceful, without even the slightest movement.

Heavenly Dao:?
Stamping the ground again, Tiandao shouted again.

"Angel of the Earth! Come out to see me!"

After a while, there was still no response. The unbelieving Tiandao stomped hard a few more times, but even after the concrete floor was shattered, the Earth Angel still did not appear, as if he had evaporated from the face of the earth and did not exist at all.

"Tsk..." Tiandao pulled the corner of his mouth: "This guy...isn't he still sleeping?"

"Hasn't the serious injury you received yet recovered?"

Pulling his feet out of the hole, Tiandao said helplessly, "I remember it said that the angels would fall into a deep sleep and recover from their losses."

"But apart from the Supreme God, who else can beat a tiger to this extent?"

Originally, I wanted to call out the Earth Angel to ask him, but if this guy is still sleeping, then it seems that the suspicion on the Supreme God has been cleared?
Who else could it be?
Is it the bishop of the vampire clan? Or some other clan?

Tiandao didn't know for the time being, but he always felt something was wrong, especially after returning to this world that belonged to him this time, it gave him a strange feeling.

He had borrowed the power of heaven and earth before, so he had a natural affinity for this world.

But now, this sense of affinity is gone, and there is even a feeling of hostility towards him.

It was as if he regarded him as an enemy.

Only he could feel this vague sense of rejection. After all, the closer they were before, the colder they were now.

…It’s just like a couple. The husband comes back from a business trip and suddenly finds that his wife, who used to be clingy, is cold and unkind to him.

It's hard not to suspect that there's someone out there.

But Tiandao asked himself and felt that he seemed to have done nothing.

I just went out for a trip, is that why?

Thinking this way, Tiandao activated the teleportation technique, hoping to move to the temple where the Wind Angel was before in an instant.

But... although the Shapeshifting Technique, which had always been successful in the past, was successfully activated this time, it cannot be considered a real success.

Because Tiandao did not go to where he wanted to go, but moved forward about five meters from his previous position.

He turned around and saw the marks left by his stomping feet.

Tiandao:…

It wasn't that his Apparition had gone awry, but that this world was rejecting him, making him feel extremely constrained no matter what he did.

But again, God has no idea what happened or why it turned out like this.

The angel who could answer his question couldn't be called out, so now he was...

Thinking of this, Tiandao didn't waste any more words and immediately turned around to go back to find Rick.

Let him drive his motorcycle to take me back.

...

He opened his colorful, indescribable eyes. Although he was still a little boy, looking only about eight or nine years old, a strange aura emanating from him seemed to be able to embrace everything.

Even if he does nothing, the world revolves around him, guarding his every move, and being happy or sad for everything he does.

All things in the world, all phenomena in the universe, are determined by him and follow him.

This is not an active request, but a spontaneous behavior of the world.

"There is a child from another family." Although he is just a child, the words he said sounded so mature.

But his voice could not be distinguished from that of a man or a woman, a child or an old man, kind or cruel...

It was as if in a moment, too many emotions were mixed together and interpreted by different people.

"Is that so? I borrowed your strength." As if he could really hear some sound, the young man nodded, raised his hands forward and pressed them down.

"Do you think he is my child just like you?" A smile appeared on the boy's face.

"I won't blame you," he soothed.

"He has many secrets."

(End of this chapter)