MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 240 Interlude
The summer downpour had just stopped, but a light drizzle still fell, and the air was filled with the fresh fragrance of earth.

On the streets of Mitakihara City, pedestrians hurried along with umbrellas, many of them soaked to the bone and looking disheveled.

"What a terrible weather today! The weather forecast was completely wrong! I just bought these new clothes this morning..." One passerby simply closed his umbrella, letting the rain pelt him, and complained angrily.

On the other side, someone else sighed, "What terrible luck! The weather forecast didn't mention it at all. The hailstones, the size of fists, smashed my windows, but why did only my house suffer? My luck is just too bad..."

Boom!

Just as the raindrops were beginning to stop and the sun was shining down, a deafening clap of thunder ripped through the sky.

Deep within the clouds, a Kamen Rider adorned with lightning bolt patterns guides the immense potential difference between the clouds, converting it into destructive electrical energy, then into magnetic force, and finally into kinetic energy.

Boom! A projectile carrying terrifying power shattered the sound barrier, blasting a shocking hole in a cloud of blood mist in the distance.

The shockwave from that force nearly shredded the flesh in the blood mist into dust, but the bullet was immediately swallowed by a dark hole in the air. In the instant the internal space twisted and reversed, it returned along the same path and was fired again without losing any weight...

The loud roar frightened some of the children in Mitakihara, causing them to cry.

"Baby, don't cry, don't be afraid, Mommy's here." The young mother hugged her child tightly, gently comforting him, while frowning and looking up at the sky. "What's going on today? First it was pouring rain, then hail, and now that the rain has stopped, why is it thundering?"

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she pointed excitedly at the sky: "Oh my! Is that a shooting star? Great, let me make a wish!"

She immediately clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and made a wish: "Shooting star, please bless my baby to grow up healthy..."

……

At an altitude of 1,000 meters, a pristine white cloud was instantly pierced by a fiery meteor, stirring up turbulent eddies within the cloud layer.

boom!
The fiery meteor, trailing a long tail of flame, plummeted straight down into an open area on the outskirts of Mitakihara, creating a deep crater.

"Cough cough..." The chest of Kamen Rider Flame Armor was covered with spider web-like cracks, and the outer shell was red-hot from the high temperature. The splashed mud and dirty water instantly vaporized, and a pungent heat rose up.

He lay sprawled at the bottom of the pit, coughing violently, feeling as if all the bones in his body were about to fall apart.

Immediately afterwards, three meteors of different colors slowly descended to the edge of the crater.

Kamen Rider Aqua, his armor tattered and cracked, channeled his energy to wash away the filth, mud, and intense heat from Yan Chi's body, and asked with concern, "Red Warrior, are you alright?"

"Do I look alright to you..." Yan Chi replied weakly, struggling to stand up. He and his companions looked helplessly at the cloud of blood mist that was gathering as it descended from the sky.

"Are you alright? I think I used too much force just now." The blood mist slowly contracted, enveloping a trembling blade, emitting a hollow, echoing sound.

"You damn brat!" Yan Chi's Kamen Rider armor suddenly disintegrated and fell to the ground, while his core belt flashed a rapid red light and emitted a piercing alarm.

An indescribable sense of weakness instantly enveloped him, leaving him unable to muster any strength. If Hailan hadn't helped him up in time, he probably would have collapsed to the ground.

He pointed at Fang Zheng in front of him and angrily cursed, "You call this a friendly sparring match? You almost killed all four of us?"

"You call that sparring? You're clearly using your domain to seal us off, forcing us to break through our limits, or else you'll kill us!"

"Hehe..." The blood mist slowly condensed, mixed with fragments of flesh and blood covered with burns, frostbite, cuts, and blunt force marks. It was forcibly stitched together by some kind of white thread, piecing together a hideous and terrifying humanoid figure that would be pixelated even in ghost movies.

Fang Zheng, his body mangled and bloodied, scratched his head awkwardly. Seeing the rapidly flashing alarms on the four Kamen Rider belts, he quickly took out a metal card from his storage bag and handed it over: "Sorry, I got a little carried away once the fight started. Seeing how clumsy your fighting style was, I couldn't help but want to teach you a thing or two."

"This card should be enough to offset your energy consumption this time."

The Gluttonous Monster's card passed between the belts of the four Kamen Riders in turn. As the black energy was absorbed by the card, the edges of the originally silver-white card were stained with a dark black layer.

The accumulated chaos and pollution within their bodies has finally been cleaned up.

The group breathed a sigh of relief, their armor disintegrating, and some of them slumped down in the mud, dazed. "Let me help you recover your strength," Fang Zheng said, stepping forward.

"No, no, no, let me catch my breath." Yan Chi looked utterly dejected and reached out to stop him.

"You brat, do you really think we're made of iron? We're not fighting machines without pain or feelings!"

He continued to complain, "You trapped us in the barrier, constantly interrupting our high-energy output and forcing us to use the least amount of energy to release the greatest power from the environment. Our physical and mental strength were exhausted to the limit, but then you restored us to full strength."

"Even if you broke our arms and legs, you just put them back on like building blocks! You're basically treating us like sparring partners, torturing us!"

"You cut off my thigh right away at first. If you hadn't healed me afterward, I would have thought you were looking for an excuse to kill all four of us!"

“Red Warrior, don’t say that,” Kamen Rider Hailan said with a smile, trying to smooth things over. “Although this kid acts strangely, our fighting strength has indeed improved a lot after this fight.”

He smiled, but his expression was complicated. He still couldn't believe that there were so many different ways to play a battle.

Two years ago, an encounter with Kamen Rider Enki ignited a flame in his heart, leading him to embark on the path of becoming a Kamen Rider in pursuit of his dream.

Two years is enough time to change a person.

He transformed from a timid and bullied child into a mature and steady warrior who could provide the strongest support for his teammates.

Although the four Kamen Riders don't interact much on a daily basis, they have a pretty good relationship as comrades-in-arms. If any of them comes up with a new move, they will exchange ideas and practice with each other.

He originally thought that his power had reached its limit, and that even if he continued to fight, he could not become stronger.

Perhaps, one day, he will be killed by the monster due to a moment of carelessness in battle.

But now it seems that their previous "exchanges and exchanges" were no different from children playing house.

The battles of the past were like wielding a machine gun as a stick.

Hailan looked at her arms, which were trembling slightly from exhaustion, and knew clearly that she could probably easily defeat her former self with one hand, or even with the combined strength of four people.

only……

"You guys should be done sparring by now. Next time, when I get some new cards, I'll come find you guys to play again."

"See you next time..."

After Fang Zheng finished speaking, he turned to leave.

"Wait!" Hailan called out to him.

"what happened?"

“Fang Zheng…” Hai Lan took a deep breath and said slowly with a complicated expression, “We’ve only met for the first time today, and we’ve only been sparring for less than two hours.”

"Or rather, you beat us to a pulp for two hours. Our combined fighting strength is really nothing compared to yours."

"We can't help you with combat skills anymore, but we might be able to offer some advice on life's journey. After all, we can be considered your seniors."

Hai Lan's expression gradually became serious. He looked directly at Fang Zheng and asked, "Fang Zheng, have you really thought through what you're going to do next?"

"What I really want to do!"

(End of this chapter)