They traveled through time at the same time, but the villainous scientist

Chapter 483 Sudo Kirihiko
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Zhang Qi floated in this pure white, boundless space, uttering a sentiment that was almost a soliloquy.

The information here is virtually limitless.

The bookshelves made up of hundreds of millions of books are not static; they are flowing, multiplying, and reconstructing at a speed beyond human comprehension.

Every instant, a brand new "book" representing the cry of a newborn baby, the falling of withered leaves, the rise and fall of the tide, or even the rolling of a speck of dust is written and placed on the shelf.

Unfortunately, it was just information from the past.

Zhang Qi closed his eyes, and the power of [Truth] enabled him to process the data in the most efficient way.

He could sense that the planet possessed a vague, almost instinctive will, but it lacked subjectivity.

It merely instinctively records the past that has "already happened," unlike the Alaya consciousness, known as the "collective unconscious of primates" in the Type-Moon world, or Gaia, the will of the planet itself, which can interfere with the future for the purpose of "existence" and even include the possibility of parallel worlds in its observation.

The recording tape here is one-way and cannot transcend time.

Simply put, the Earth's will in this world is like a bewildered child.

With this in mind, Zhang Qi's thoughts stirred slightly, and he began to search for specific keywords in this endless sea of ​​books.

"Dai-Shocker".

"Kamen Rider Decade."

A deluge of information swept through his consciousness, and millions of books were instantly indexed.

The result is that it does not exist...

This was naturally within his expectations.

It seems that simply relying on the "Earth Library" of this world to investigate the power of that magenta card is not feasible.

In that case, we can begin the next step of the plan.

……

In the night in the windy city, the light pollution from the neon lights dyed the sky an eerie purplish-red, and the damp air was mixed with the salty smell of the sea breeze and the greasy smell of cheap food.

Sudo Kirihiko stood in the shadows of the back alley, watching the fat, greasy middle-aged man push a box of cash in front of him, and then, with trembling, greedy hands, take the Gaia Memory that emitted an ominous light from his hand.

The man, overjoyed, didn't even have time to check before stumbling and disappearing into the depths of the alley, as if a demon were chasing him.

Kirihiko did not leave immediately.

He leaned against the cold brick wall and lit a cigarette.

The crimson flame flickered in the darkness, and smoke swirled around his handsome yet somewhat gloomy face.

He loves this city, he loves the wind here.

A few years ago, when he first came into contact with the Gaia Memory and was recruited into the "museum", he naively thought that this magical creation could make the city a better place and give people the power to realize their dreams.

But reality gave him a resounding slap in the face.

As memories continue to circulate through various channels, the city's dopant crime rate is rising at an alarming rate year after year.

Those humans, consumed by desire, transformed into monsters more terrifying than beasts, dragging the city he loved so deeply into the abyss, bit by bit.

He felt lost.

Can everything he's doing really make this city a better place?
It's impossible to stop all of this now.

Memory is like an ineradicable virus, having already infiltrated every corner of the city.

Museum organizations wield power that is unimaginable to ordinary people...

The only way is to change everything from the source, from the arrogant Sonozaki family who treat human life like dirt.

Therefore, he must work harder to sell memory chips, achieve more outstanding results, obtain a higher position, and climb to a position that allows him to access the core.

This was the only way out he could find for himself...

He stared coldly in the direction the traders had gone.

Cleaning up some of the greedy and foolish garbage in this city is a small contribution, I suppose.

After stubbing out his cigarette, Sudo Kirihiko straightened the collar of his signature white trench coat and prepared to turn and leave.

Just then, he stopped moving. In the shadows at the alley entrance, a man stood silently, seemingly out of nowhere.

The man was dressed in a well-tailored black suit, with a tall and upright figure, whose demeanor was completely out of place in this dirty and damp alley.

"you……"

Sudo Kirihiko's heart clenched, and his pupils constricted.

He recognized this face.

He had seen her from afar a few days ago at a dinner party at Sonozaki's house.

The man who, through marriage, became a member of the Sonozaki family overnight and became their nominal "boss"—Zhang Qi.

Why is he here?
"Sudo Kirihiko?"

Zhang Qi spoke, his voice so calm it betrayed no emotion. This was not a question.

Kirihiko's muscles tensed instantly; the other person's words had struck at the deepest secret in his heart.

He didn't answer, but stared intently at Zhang Qi with a wary look.

Zhang Qi ignored his wary posture, took two steps forward, and stopped at a safe distance.

"Your talents should not be wasted on selling defective products to these social scum."

Come and do things for me...

He paused, then said something that made Kirihiko's brain instantly shut down.

What does this mean? Is this a recruitment tactic?
Sudo Kirihiko was stunned. He was currently a museum employee, but Zhang Qi still said such things.

"What...what do you want to do?"

Kirihiko took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"Come with me, and you will see the answer."

Zhang Qi did not answer directly, but turned around and walked out of the alley.

……

Zhang Qi led Sudo Kirihiko through several blocks and arrived at an abandoned port warehouse area.

They stopped in front of a dilapidated warehouse.

A faint light shone through the cracks in the half-open iron gate, accompanied by bursts of cheers.

"Why?!"

When Sudo Kirihiko saw what was inside, the color drained from his face instantly, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

His face turned extremely ugly, and his body trembled slightly with anger.

In the center of the warehouse, several high school-aged children were surrounding a girl.

One of the boys took a memory chip from the girl, then inserted it into his body, becoming a dopant.

The dopant spread its wings and took flight, eliciting cheers from the children around it.

As a memory chip salesman, he knew the dangers of this stuff better than anyone else.

For this reason, his clients will only be dirty, greedy, ambitious adults who have enough money to bear the consequences.

He didn't care whether those guys lived or died.

If they lose control while using the memory and are taken down by Kamen Rider or other hybrids, it would be like eliminating a few scourges from the city.

But children... these underage children, they should not become victims of this force.

"This is the truth about the Sonozaki family."

Zhang Qi's calm voice rang in his ears.

"In their eyes, this city and all its people are just lab rats in a testing ground."

They only care about the data, never about sacrifices.

"...Aren't you also part of the Sonozaki family?"

Sudo Kirihiko took a deep breath and practically spat out the words through clenched teeth.

He turned his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Zhang Qi.

"So, I want to change this situation."

As Zhang Qi spoke, he took out a silver briefcase from behind him.

With a click, the box was opened. Under the soft light, inside lay a driver he had never seen before, and a Gaia Memory that was entirely golden.

The memory chip seemed to possess a life of its own; the patterns on its surface resembled flowing gold, radiating a noble and powerful aura.

Based on his years of experience selling Gaia memory chips, this thing... was a top-quality product he had never seen before.

Its energy purity and structural precision far exceed any memory he knows.

There's no need to deceive this man about something like this.

"So, what's your choice?"

Sudo Kirihiko shifted his gaze from the golden memory to the children struggling between pain and fleeting pleasure in the warehouse, and then to the unfathomable man beside him.

The fog of confusion dissipated in his heart, replaced by an unprecedented clarity and resolve.

He had always thought he was on the right path, but now he realized that it was nothing more than self-comfort in a rotten mire.

He reached out and took the suitcase without hesitation.

Turning around, he walked resolutely, step by step, toward the warehouse door that let in a faint light...

(End of this chapter)