Global awakening! My Kamen Rider identity has been exposed!

Chapter 28 Turtle Gurongi

Jiang Lan was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, his fingertips instinctively pausing their movements. It took him a moment to realize the meaning behind Izzy's words. Before he could think further, Izzy's gentle voice came from the direction of the bathroom, tinged with apology and embarrassment: "Xiao Hua seems to be asleep. There's really no other way, I can only trouble you—"

Jiang Lan didn't refuse. He simply couldn't bring himself to say "no" to such a request—especially since it was such a small thing as handing Izzy a towel while she was showering; it was hard to refuse. He turned and walked into the living room, where he indeed saw Xia Muhua curled up on the sofa, breathing evenly, already fast asleep. Her long eyelashes cast a small, faint shadow beneath her eyelids, making her look exceptionally peaceful. On the coffee table beside her lay a neatly folded white towel, presumably the item Izzy had originally intended to take into the bathroom.

Jiang Lan walked lightly to the sofa and gazed down at Xia Muhua for a moment. The contours of her brows, the curve of her nose, even the slight pursing of her lips when she was asleep, were exactly the same as the woman named Akilela in his memory, without the slightest difference. He nodded silently in his heart, confirming his judgment, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

"Jiang Lan, are you done?" Izzy's slightly urging voice suddenly came from inside the bathroom, pulling Jiang Lan back to reality. He quickly looked away, picked up the towel, and strode towards the bathroom door. Izzy's bathroom had a frosted glass door, and the hazy light refracted through the glass, vaguely outlining a slender and graceful figure, her beautiful posture arousing endless fantasies and making the air inexplicably hot.

Jiang Lan coughed lightly twice to cover his slight unease. The next second, the frosted glass door was gently pulled open a crack, and a small, fair, and delicate hand emerged, its fingertips slender and its skin smooth and supple. He quickly handed her a bath towel, which she took steadily, feeling a slightly cool touch. "Thank you, Jiang Lan," Izzy's voice came from behind the door, carrying the steam of her shower, exceptionally gentle.

A moment later, the bathroom door opened completely. Iz emerged, wrapped in a large bath towel that barely covered her shoulders and waist, revealing a slender calf. Having just showered, her skin glowed with a dewy sheen, as smooth as a freshly peeled lychee. Her long, wet hair was tied up in a simple bun, perfectly showcasing her long, graceful swan neck and delicate collarbones. A few wispy water droplets still clung to her neck, sliding slowly down her skin, adding a touch of allure.

At this moment, Izzy might not seem stunning at first glance, but her clean and pure temperament, combined with the languidness and shyness after her bath, makes her more and more adorable and charming the more you look at her, making people's eyes linger on her.

Jiang Lan was momentarily lost in thought, his gaze lingering on her, forgetting to look away. Iz noticed his gaze, her cheeks instantly flushing crimson like a ripe apple. She looked away and asked softly, "Jiang Lan—what are you looking at—"

"It's nothing, goodnight." Jiang Lan suddenly snapped out of his reverie, his tone somewhat hurried. He turned and quickly walked back to his room. Iz stood there, watching his hasty departure, a sweet smile involuntarily curving her lips, her eyes filled with joy. Being gazed at like that by Jiang Lan, the feeling of her heart racing, inexplicably made her happy—perhaps this proved that her charm had truly attracted him.

The following morning, just as dawn was breaking, Jiang Lan once again launched his memory livestream. Without any prior promotion, a massive influx of viewers quickly flooded the livestream, and the memory exploration officially began.

"Waaaaah, Lan Shen, you've finally started your broadcast! I specially cooked noodles and was waiting to eat them, just to enjoy your memory clips!"

"Who would understand! I even paused my work on deciphering the Blue Star civilization gap in order to wait for your broadcast, afraid of missing any crucial plot points!"

"Let's make a prediction! Will Lan Shen unlock a new combat form this time? Looking forward to those epic moments!"

"Ahem, Mr. Jiang Lan, I have a friend (and I really mean a friend), whose biggest wish before he died was to get your contact information. Please grant my request!"

"Seeing the live stream notification was more exciting than celebrating the New Year! The Federation's First Memory live stream truly lives up to its name!"

The barrage of comments swept across the entire screen like a tidal wave. Within just a few minutes, the number of online viewers exceeded one million, and various gift effects were continuously displayed, almost filling the entire screen of the live stream. The popularity soared, making it a top-tier event in the Federation's live streaming industry.

The memory fragments slowly unfolded, and the scene immediately shifted to the Grongi's headquarters. In the dim and oppressive environment, a massive figure slowly emerged—Grongi Gamigo Le, a member of the Grongi Group who was about to participate in the "game." It had distinct turtle-like features, its body covered by a shell as thick and hard as rock, its muscles exuding a powerful sense of strength, its body indestructible, and its defense virtually unassailable.

It's worth noting that its shell isn't actually defensive armor; it's more of a decorative piece. Its weapons are the rings worn on the fingers of both hands. These rings can instantly transform into iron balls with chains, which it hurles like cannonballs with immense power, enough to completely bury its target. Due to its distinctive turtle-like features, the other Grongi habitually call it "Brother Turtle."

This time, Brother Turtle's "rules of the game" were extremely cruel—they had to complete 567 within 72 hours.

Individually. Upon seeing this absurd rule, the audience gasped in shock, and the live chat momentarily froze for a few seconds.

The fact that over 500 people had to carry out the killings in just three days, while strictly adhering to the so-called "rules of the game," reveals a level of strength that is truly chilling.

It's important to understand that, without the constraints of the rules, simply killing over five hundred people would be a piece of cake for a Gurongi of Brother Turtle's caliber. However, once the rules are in place, each killing must meet specific conditions, and the difficulty increases exponentially, making it no easy task.

The scene shifts to the other side, where Kaoru Ichijo and Yusuke Godai arrive side-by-side at Shuichi Tsubaki's residence, once again seeking out the expert who has conducted in-depth research on the belt's power. Shuichi Tsubaki, with a grave expression, doesn't engage in much small talk and directly delivers a worrying message: "Recently, Jiang Lan has been frequently using the power of his Ascended Form, which has already caused irreversible damage to his body."

He paused, his tone growing increasingly grave: "The electrical activity within his muscles is increasing abnormally, and the area invaded by the spirit stone Amadam at the core of his belt is constantly expanding. If this continues, and Jiang Lan persists in forcing himself to fight, he will ultimately lose all self-awareness and become a purely biological weapon that only knows how to fight!"

Chun Xiuyi's words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, plunging Jiang Lan and Ichijo Kaoru into silence. The usual clamor of the livestream viewers vanished, replaced by a screen filled with sighs and worries. To protect the world's smiles, to stop the Gurongi's atrocities, Jiang Lan had never cared about his own safety, even at the cost of his body. But if he were to ultimately become a mindless biological weapon, who would stand up to stop him then?

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, a quiet street bustled with pedestrians, each hurrying towards their destination, the air filled with the everyday warmth of life. Suddenly, a woman instinctively looked up at the sky. That one glance froze her in place, all color draining from her face, her eyes filled with terror and despair, even her scream caught in her throat.

The once clear sky was suddenly filled with countless iron balls, each tied with a long iron chain, raining down on the densely populated area like a storm! "Bang! Bang! Whoosh!" The dull thuds of impact continued, the iron balls crashing down on the ground, buildings, and unsuspecting pedestrians like a deadly rain of iron.

With each falling iron ball came a piercing scream and the cracking of bones. Pedestrians struck instantly collapsed, blood spreading rapidly through the cracks in the pavement, staining the gray-blue tiles crimson. Within minutes, the once bustling street was enveloped in a thick stench of blood, littered with debris and figures lying in pools of blood—a truly gruesome sight.

"54, 34 hits—" Turtle's figure appeared on the top floor of a tall building beside the street. It glanced down at the counter in its hand, its tone as calm as if it were counting insignificant numbers. Then it slowly put away its weapon, pausing the killing spree. Due to the restrictions of the "game rules," it had to switch areas to continue its "killing mission."

The viewers in the live stream were completely stunned, their anger and grief intertwined, and the chat was flooded with comments. "This is outrageous! These Gurongi don't care about human life at all, they treat killing like a game!" "Thirty-four innocent people—what did they do wrong to deserve this disaster!" "Lan Shen, appear quickly! You must stop this demon!"

Not long after, Jiang Lan and Kaoru Ichijo received an urgent report from the police informing them of the horrific tragedy that had occurred on the street. Their hearts sank, and without further delay, they immediately drove to the scene. Little did they know, Turtle Brother had already arrived in another area, and a new killing game had begun.

As Jiang Lan and Ichijo Kaoru drove to the crime scene, the police received a new lead: all the crime locations were on the same straight line, the victims were all killed by being struck by a giant iron ball, and the modus operandi was highly consistent. Based on the traces at the scene and the route analysis, the police quickly determined that Ichijo's next target was likely the tallest building in Sumida Ward, where he would be throwing iron balls down at pedestrians below!

Upon receiving the message, Jiang Lan and Ichijo Kaoru immediately changed their route and sped towards the tallest building in Sumida Ward. Before long, they arrived at the building's base. Looking up, the skyscraper pierced the clouds, and on the top floor, a massive and familiar figure slowly rose—it was Turtle Brother! This ruthless Gurongi powerhouse had finally reappeared!