I'm really not Kamen Rider

Chapter 565: Xing Tian's Killing Technique You only think of me when you are not able to pay attention, right? You...

"I did not lie to you."

After a moment's thought, Tian Dao chose this answer: "I think you must be very important to the organizers of the Desire Grand Prix. I will not let you go no matter what."

"Tsumuli, imagine, without you, can the Desire Grand Prix still be held?"

"Losing the game guide is like losing the grandfather in the Novice Village. If you haven't encountered the Wind Wolf or been chased by the Wind Blade when you first travel through time, you will only live a relatively failed life."

Tsumuri: ...

"If I take you away, the real person behind the scenes will come to me." After Tiandao talked a lot and successfully diverted Tsumurai's attention from the question of whether it was a lie or not, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

If Tsumurai continues to pay attention to this, Tendou really doesn't know how he should face her.

"Behind the scenes... are you confident that you can defeat him?" Tsumuri said, "Neelam's strength is already very terrifying. You probably can't even defeat Neelam."

"If we use this, we really can't defeat Niram." Shaking the Desire Driver in his hand, Tiandao continued: "But besides this, I have another trump card."

"Trump card?" Tsumuri tilted her head: "You mean..."

"Didn't you say I was a hero?" In the flickering candlelight, Tsumurai's shadow danced with the candlelight.

The reflections of the two people overlap, blending and merging with each other, becoming indistinguishable from each other.

"If you're a hero, it's okay to have some trump cards of your own." As he said that, he placed the Desire Driver on the table. Tendao, who subconsciously wanted to hug Tsumuri and lie down on the bed together, immediately reacted and restrained his plan.

At this point, what I should do most is to keep a distance from Tsumurai, instead of doing what I did before.

After all, they are already in a state of complete hostility towards each other, and we cannot let Tsumuri be caught in the middle and feel uncomfortable.

Just let her be a hostage, that's all the relationship between them.

So Tiandao walked smoothly to the sofa beside him and completely moved away from Tsumuri.

"Aren't you coming up?" Tsumuri lay on her back, leaving an empty space on the bed. She waited for a while but no one came. She turned around and asked, "You?"

"Ahem... Well, you should know that we have broken up." Tiandao coughed a few times: "So we should keep our distance from each other and not be like before."

"Really?" Tsumurai tilted her head: "I don't know what this feels like."

The way of heaven is stagnant.

You are indeed a game guide designed for the Desire Grand Prix. You are extremely proficient in everything about the game, but in other aspects...

Should we say that there was no emotion involved in the initial design, or that you future people simply have no idea in this regard?
Tiandao was skeptical because he had never been to the future of this world.

Everything he saw from Kiroli's memory was ultimately not as real as seeing it with his own eyes.

...

That night.

Tsumurai's calm breathing was long and rhythmic, and Tendao, who was lying on the sofa, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the Phantom Drive on the table that suddenly turned on and flickered in the dark room.

The energy transmitted to the outside world through the house has already given feedback to the way of heaven.

Grabbing the illusion driver on the table, Tiandao activated the teleportation without making any noise, allowing himself to appear outside the house from inside, face to face with the man who had just arrived.

"Neelam."

Looking at this familiar guy, Tiandao narrowed his eyes and said, "Did you find me by locking onto the location of the Phantom Drive?"

"I don't think you will just give up that thing so easily." Niram held his forehead with his hand: "So I just need to use the same belt to resonate and I can find its location."

"I really have given you everything you need to understand." Tian Dao sneered, "Why, have you found the answer?"

"Not yet." Niram sighed, "Tiandao player, Tsumurai is very important to me."

"I'm not referring to my role as a game producer, nor my role as Tsumuri's game guide." As if sensing what Tiandao was about to refute, Niram raised his hand to stop Tiandao from continuing: "It's my personal opinion of Tsumuri."

"Before this, she was a qualified game guide, but not a person." Niram's tone was very low: "Not a qualified person." "She is like a reflection in a pool of water. Although it looks like a person, it is not real after all." Niram raised his head and looked at Tiandao: "Until she met you."

Tiandao raised an eyebrow.

"I thought we were enemies." He held out his hand: "What...what do you want to say?"

"We are still enemies, but I am not the one who will come to deal with you." Niram smiled slightly: "Don't you want to see the reality of the Grand Prix? I will do as you wish."

"I will let you see the truest truth now."

Niram strode towards the Heavenly Path with his head held high: “But whether you can bear the heavy pressure brought by the truth is your business.”

"After meeting you, Tsumurai showed a richer range of emotions than before. It was a self that went beyond the role of game guide and was above her mission." Niram pointed at Tiandao.

"She finally looks a little bit real."

"I am very happy."

Tiandao didn't respond. Nilam came over and said all these things, and he had no idea what Nilam was going to do.

"So if you die," Niram smiled, "that would be the true fulfillment of Tsumuri."

"Are you worried that I can't bear the truth, or are you thinking about my death?" Tiandao couldn't help but speak: "Niram, you are very conflicted now."

"Is it contradictory? Actually not, because I have both feelings." Niram said: "There is no contradiction between feeling that you can't bear the truth and wanting you to die."

Tiandao gritted his teeth.

"Okay, enough nonsense." Tiandao let out a long sigh. Having made up his mind, he dyed his eyes with emerald green again.

"Niram, since you are here, come in and have a chat." Tiandao sneered and raised one hand slightly. In Niram's puzzled eyes, the little remaining energy surged wildly and turned into wind and cloud in an instant, sweeping around, turning the already dark night into an even deeper darkness.

The flames that enveloped the two of them rolled on the ground, burning fiercely and turning into a forbidden circle of fire.

"The ultimate killing technique of Xingtian from the infinite world."

Tiandao slowly uttered these few words.

"Neelam, since you've shown me the reality of the Grand Prix, I'll let you see it as well."

“My truth.”

...

"Tian Dao Zongsi?"

His entire body was covered in a red robe, but there was nothing underneath the hood. Not only that, even the connection between his wrists and gloves was blank, as if it was not a person but a whole set of clothes that was moving.

"This is the situation, Master Suel." Samus said respectfully, "The contestant named Tendou Souji defeated the game administrator, discovered the location of the Goddess of Creation, and made a wish to her."

"What about Neelam? Is he indifferent?"

"Neelam seems to have other plans. He just asked me to inform you and let you handle this matter." Samarth said honestly: "You see..."

"Hmph, Niram..." Suel snorted coldly: "I don't know what you are looking for again, that guy."

"Since you chose to report it to me, it means that Niram knows that he is no match for the other party."

"Being able to find and defeat the game administrator shows his strength and intelligence which cannot be underestimated." Suel exclaimed in admiration.

"can."

"Go tell Niram that I will be in charge of the next Grand Prix." Suel said slowly.

"It's time for him to stop playing house."

(End of this chapter)