I'm really not Kamen Rider

Chapter 523: Heaven's Way The second I saw Tsumuri, I knew she was a woman I could marry

"Did you find anything?"

A man in a white suit was leaning on the red sofa, his middle-aged face exuding a majestic aura.

Although they occasionally appear harmonious, that posture is rarely seen by others.

With his hair neatly combed, he sat on the sofa waiting for the follow-up answer, showing his extraordinary status.

The game master of this Grand Prix of Desire.

"Yes, Lord Kirori." The black and white striped long skirt set off her beautiful figure. A bunch of her hanging black hair was turned into a ponytail, swaying with the shaking of her head.

Her legs were exposed from under the skirt in front, and the black and white stockings matched with the equally staggered black and white boots made her look so discordant yet harmonious.

With a formulaic smile on her clean face, she told the administrator of the game about her investigation.

"According to the backstage survey of the scores of the demons and the corresponding Kamen Riders on the scene, if the points of each demon are combined with the hidden tasks, the total score should be this number." After calling up the virtual screen to show the ranking order of this game, Tsumuri continued.

"In this game, the Kamen Riders did not complete the hidden mission, so the corresponding points and rewards were deducted. The real score is this number."

Tsumurai spread her hands and her tone became a little confused: "But when the total scores of the contestants are added up, it seems that the scores are not right."

"You're missing a few points for the evil demons, right?" Kirori smiled slightly, "It seems that what he said is true. There are indeed warriors hidden among humans that we don't know about."

"What about the on-site surveillance? Can you find it?"

"According to our positioning on the contestants, wherever a Kamen Rider appears, the Demons disappear." Spreading out the entire map of the game field previously unfolded, Tsumurai also thoughtfully marked the locations of the Demons that were deployed at that time and the locations of the Kamen Riders.

"Among them, the locations of several evil demons are here." Tsumuri stretched out her hand and enlarged the map, allowing Kirori to see it clearly little by little until the scenery inside the alley was completely presented.

"The signals from the missing evil demons were lost here." Tsumurai turned around and looked at Kirori: "There is no surveillance at the scene, we..."

"Then play the replay of the game after it started." Kirori raised his hand and interrupted Tsumurai's follow-up: "See who entered this alley."

"Yes." Tsumuri had no objection. As the leader of this Grand Prix of Desire, she naturally had such rights.

So the picture on the virtual screen changed, and instantly rewound to the time period when the game had just begun.

Tsumurai and Kiroli stared at everything on the screen, afraid of missing anything.

Their goal is clear, which is to find someone designated by the financial backer outside the field.

Those who were killed are not important. After the game is over, they will be resurrected. It is not worth caring about them at all.

Finally, when the video was more than two minutes in, a limping but brisk figure carrying a girl on his back and holding a boy in his arms came into their sight and was seen by Tsumuri and Kiroli.

Especially when they saw the man turning into the alley, they looked at each other tacitly.

"Tsumurri, go tell him." Kirori elegantly picked up the coffee and took a sip: "The person has been found."

"Yes." Tsumurai nodded slightly: "But now that the Desire Grand Prix has reached the final round, should we invite him to the next round?"

"Of course. Anyway, he has been spotted by the audience outside the venue. We must invite him to participate in this game as requested by the other party." Kiroli nodded. "When the last round of the game is over and the new game begins, you can submit your qualification to participate."

"What kind of ID core should be given to him?" Tsumuri asked.

"According to the investor's wishes, he can choose his own ID core." Kirori said slowly: "Whether he can make it to the end of the next round of the game and become the chosen wish-shaper is still uncertain."

"Yes." Tsumurai nodded, realizing that one more person would be added to the list of participants required for the next round of the game.

As the leader of the game, this is her natural responsibility.

…After that, a long time passed and Tiandao no longer felt the barrier unfolding. Everything returned to normal and became calm.

But Tiandao didn't know whether this calmness before his eyes was a lie or whether the world had really returned to its original state.

Due to his limited mobility, he was unable to travel to other parts of the world to explore these things.

But... one night when I was sleeping, a terrible energy swept across the world and covered the entire surface.

This force was so powerful that it changed the entire world in an instant, forcibly imprinted a certain concept in the minds of the human race, and invisibly reshaped the entire world.

The world of the last second is already the past tense, and the world today is a brand new world after being reshaped.

Although there is not much difference compared to before, some people and some things have changed.

This power affected everyone in this world, including the Heavenly Dao.

But when this terrifying power covered Tiandao's body in an attempt to change his cognition, the Foundation of the Eternal World that remained in Tiandao's body suddenly emerged. The even more domineering power of creation contained in the Foundation of the Eternal World seemed to be enraged, and it opened its mouth in an instant to swallow up all the power covering Tiandao's body.

The bright blue light dimmed in an instant, and the Foundation of Eternity slowly disappeared, and the power that provoked it was swallowed up by it.

Although they are the same kind of power, there are still differences in superiority and inferiority.

As a result, when Tiandao woke up the next day, he was no different from before.

But given the scope of his social circle, it was impossible for him to know what had changed in the world change that took place last night.

So he did the same as usual. After sending the two little ones to school, he changed the intersection and continued to wait, waiting for the next destined person to come.

Then, while he was waiting for his destined person, he was also being waited for by someone.

...

Someone squatting on the side of the road was drinking from a straw, watching the vehicles coming and going. Before he could watch for long, a pair of long legs, clearly distinguished in black and white, dragging a skirt, stood in front of him.

The action of sucking from the straw paused slightly, and Tiandao slowly raised his head and looked at the woman standing in front of him.

"congratulations!"

Holding a yellow and black box in both hands, the woman smiled brightly and said to Tiandao: "You have been chosen to become a Kamen Rider!"

Heavenly Dao:?
He opened his mouth wide and looked at the woman in surprise. Although he was looking up at her, Tiandao didn't feel that their status was unequal at all.

"Masked Rider? Chosen?" Tiandao stood up, and when he stood up, he looked down at the woman: "What do you mean?"

"Please work hard to protect the world!"

The woman had no intention of explaining. Instead, she stuffed the box in her hand into Tiandao and prepared to leave.

But a pair of hands like iron clamps grabbed the woman's wrist in an instant and stopped her in broad daylight.

The woman turned around and looked at Tiandao in surprise.

"There are still some things I don't understand about Kamen Rider." Tiandao narrowed his eyes: "Even if I want to save the world, I have to know who the enemy is and why the world needs to be saved."

"This question will be announced to everyone when the selected people gather together later." Tsumurai smiled and said, "Please..."

“Tsk…” Tiandao curled his lips: “Ah… this smile… the front desk at the Metropolitan Police Department where I used to work used to have this kind of smile when entertaining people.”

Tsumuri's smile was a little stiff.

Why is this person so strong?
(End of this chapter)