Courtyard House: Initial Donation of 50 Million

With his inner knot untied, the pent-up frustration that had been weighing on Tony's heart for days vanished. He leaned against the balcony railing, letting the evening breeze dispel the last trace of his melancholy. His gaze swept over Wang Huanbo twice, then a new curiosity stirred within him.

Having known each other for so long, he had witnessed Wang Huanbo's hand-to-hand combat with the elite of the Ten Commandments, and seen the first-generation Ultra Armor, a sleek silver suit of armor imbued with the power of light, on the battlefield in Afghanistan. But the magenta armor that had kicked Iron Monger to pieces in the underground warehouse was a first for him. The two suits of armor were vastly different in style and had completely different power systems. Even with Tony's scientific mind, he couldn't fathom the principles behind them, and his curiosity had long been piqued to its peak.

"By the way, Lao Wang," Tony finally spoke, tapping the railing with his fingertip, "what exactly was that pink armor that we used to deal with Obadiah last time? It's completely different from the silver armor we used in Afghanistan."

Wang Huanbo paused, holding his teacup, and looked up at him, a faint smile playing on his lips. He had long expected that, given Tony's personality, he would ask about this sooner or later.

With a slight thought, the silver-black Decade Driver, along with its side card case, appeared out of thin air in his palm. The metal casing gleamed with a cold luster, its intricate structure completely beyond the logic of Earth's technology. Wang Huanbo casually handed it over, first earnestly correcting him: "First of all, let me correct you, that's not pink, it's magenta."

Tony took the belt; it felt slightly cool to the touch. His fingertips unconsciously traced the texture on the driver's surface, examining it several times, his curiosity almost overflowing. Hearing this, he couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Fine, magenta. They're all the same anyway, pretty flashy."

He casually complained, but inside he was itching to try it. This palm-sized belt had neither an energy interface nor an armor storage structure, and it was completely impossible to tell how it could transform into a complete set of armor and unleash combat power that could overwhelm the Iron Tyrant.

"How do you use this thing?" Tony looked up at Wang Huanbo, his tone clearly eager to try it out. Having witnessed the devastating power of the Decade armor, it would be a lie to say he wasn't tempted. He could create top-tier Iron Man armor, but he couldn't create this kind of dimensional equipment that could conjure armor out of thin air, and he had long wanted to experience it for himself.

Wang Huanbo was generous, gesturing for Tony to stand up straight and placing the Decade Driver firmly on his waist. With a soft "click," black straps automatically popped out from both sides of the driver, wrapping around his waist and tightening as if they were alive, perfectly fitting his waist.

He then pulled the Rider Card with Decade's image on it from the card holder on Tony's waist and handed it to him: "This is the Decade Driver, full name Kamen Rider Decade. Insert the card into the card slot in the center of the driver, push the levers on both sides with both hands, and shout 'Henshin' to complete the form change."

"Kamen Rider Decade..." Tony repeated the name softly, his fingertips twirling the edge of the card to feel its weight. The card's material was unique, neither like plastic nor metal, possessing a slightly cool, dimensional feel, and the embossed Rider patterns on its surface were incredibly detailed. His interest deepened. "What an interesting name."

He was naturally fearless, and the more novel and unknown the power, the more he wanted to try it himself. Tony aimed at the card slot in the center of the driver and pushed it in steadily. The card clicked into place and fit perfectly. Then he gripped the push rods on both sides of the driver with both hands, his knuckles applying slight pressure, and he could feel a clear mechanical resistance.

Without the slightest hesitation, he pushed inward with both arms at the same time, and the push rod smoothly locked into the slot with a crisp locking sound.

"Transform!"

【Kamen Ride!】

A clear and powerful electronic sound suddenly exploded, resounding throughout the entire terrace!

The moment the words left his mouth, a surge of warm energy exploded from his belt, rushing up his spine to the top of his head. Tony instinctively tensed his back, only to see countless black and white card phantoms bearing knight crests flashing past his eyes, carrying tiny fragments of dimensional electricity that densely covered his limbs and bones.

It wasn't the heavy, burdensome feeling of mechanical armor like the Mark armor pressing down on you; it was more like a second layer of skin formed from condensed energy, spreading upwards from your ankles, calves, and waist. You could clearly feel the infusion of power into every inch of your skin. There was no sluggishness of mechanical transmission, no delay of the control system. The energy and flesh blended perfectly, surging through your veins to your entire body.

【Decade!】

As the second powerful sound effect faded, the card storm abruptly subsided! The iconic magenta armor instantly enveloped the entire body, its sharp, angular lines clearly defined, and the circular Imperial Knight emblem on the chest glowed with a faint golden light. The last piece of the helmet snapped shut with a soft click, and two translucent emerald compound eyes suddenly lit up, like jade gleaming in the dark night.

The wind stopped, and the light settled.

Kamen Rider Decade, transformation complete.

The moment the helmet was fastened, Tony's vision changed abruptly. Instead of obstructing his vision, the emerald green compound eyes granted him a wider range of perception, allowing him to clearly detect even the frequency of bird flapping over the distant sea and the crawling sounds of insects on the lawn below.

He subconsciously clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking crisply. A surge of power coursed through his arm, as if a single punch could shatter a thick alloy steel plate. He tried raising his arm and standing on tiptoe; the entire suit of armor felt almost weightless, perfectly synchronized with his nerves, every movement responsive and effortless.

"Wow! That's incredible!" Tony couldn't help but exclaim, his voice booming with metallic excitement through the armor's speakers. "I feel like I'm bursting with power! It's a completely different feeling from the Mark III—there's no clunky mechanical feel, the power feels like it was born right here!"

He glanced down at his magenta armored arm, then stretched his neck, the crisp cracking of his joints clearly audible. Having experienced the power of the Dimensional Knight, the genius inventor's eyes shone with an astonishing fervor, filled with the fervor and curiosity of discovering a new continent.