Global awakening! My Kamen Rider identity has been exposed!

Chapter 38 The Final Battle!

The Amazing Omnipotent Form is the final transformation before Kuuga's ultimate form arrives.

Above that is the ultimate form, symbolizing ultimate power.

Before Jiang Lan transmigrated, she had watched the entire tokusatsu series "Kamen Rider Kuuga," so she already knew the subsequent scenes that were about to appear in her memory.

At the summit of the snow-capped mountain, a biting wind whips up swirling snowflakes. Black angels bow their heads and weep, while white demons laugh wildly, their extreme contrasts painting a bizarre and tragic picture against the frozen landscape.

Although Jiang Lan's exploration of Kuuga's memories was about to come to an end, he still decisively paused the live broadcast at this moment.

This time, he had been immersed in memory exploration for over twenty hours straight, an intensity that even the most diligent draft animal could not match. If he did not pause to rest, his body would eventually be unable to sustain it—at this moment, he had not yet inherited even a fraction of Kuuga's power and was still just an ordinary mortal.

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Inside Jiang Lan's room, the hatch of the hibernation pod slowly opened to both sides. After more than twenty hours of immersion in memory exploration, Jiang Lan slowly opened her eyes and sat up from the hibernation pod.

Upon waking, he habitually checked his personal account. When his eyes fell on the string of numbers on the screen, his pupils contracted slightly—the account had accumulated nearly ten million in savings.

Gazing at the string of numbers that could change his life, Jiang Lan was filled with emotion. Not long ago, he was struggling to pay next month's rent, so strapped for cash that he had to carefully consider even a bowl of instant noodles; now, he was a multi-millionaire. This money, as long as he didn't squander it recklessly, would be enough to live a comfortable life.

Indeed, the path of memory exploration can completely rewrite a person's destiny.

After checking his account balance, Jiang Lan casually logged onto a web forum, his gaze sweeping over the pinned and popular posts, almost all of which were related to him:

Jiang Lan has become even stronger with yet another double attack! In-depth analysis of her amazing all-around form!

[Energy output comparable to a nuclear explosion, yet it can precisely limit the range and direction of the impact!]

[Rumor has it that the military may be about to take action, most likely inviting Jiang Lan to join the military!]

[I am Jiang Lan's cousin. I urgently need to transfer 300 yuan for taxi fare. My younger cousin will repay double the amount upon my arrival home!]

[Jiang Lan's exploration of memories encounters obstacles; the strongest monster in history makes its appearance!]

The top dozen or so pinned posts all focused on Jiang Lan. Undoubtedly, he had become the most prominent figure on the Memory Exploration Forum. Previously popular figures like Li Yi and Delis paled in comparison to his popularity.

However, among the massive number of posts, one piece stood out and successfully caught Jiang Lan's attention:

[Jiang Lan has absolutely no chance of inheriting his past life's abilities. Perhaps, possessing these memories will only lead him to become a guinea pig in the Federal Research Lab!]

Jiang Lan clicked on the post and discovered that the poster had concealed their identity. The reason why the poster was so certain that Jiang Lan could not inherit the abilities of her previous life was very simple: Jiang Lan's abilities in her previous life were too heaven-defying, and such power could never have descended upon this era.

This post generated a huge amount of discussion; within just a few hours of being posted, the number of comments exceeded ten thousand.

"That makes sense. Jiang Lan's abilities in his previous life were too outrageous, and it's highly unlikely that they will be repeated."

"Don't underestimate Jiang Lan. Whether he can inherit the ability will ultimately depend on him completing all his memory exploration!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Who knows what outrageous things Jiang Lan of this era would do if he obtained such heaven-defying power as in his previous life!"

"I believe the Federation should intervene to prevent Jiang Lan from inheriting the ability; otherwise, there is a high possibility of uncontrollable hidden dangers in the future!"

Comments came into view, including supporters, opponents, and even some who hurled insults at each other in the comments section.

But Jiang Lan quickly noticed something amiss: the most vehemently critical comments all used similar sentence structures, and the accounts that posted them were all "three-no accounts"—no profile picture, no nickname, and no past works, clearly newly registered accounts.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Lan instantly realized that she had been smeared by online trolls hired by someone.

So, who exactly is targeting me like this?

After a moment's thought, a figure gradually became clear in Jiang Lan's mind—Li Yi. Only he possessed sufficient motive.

Before the memory exploration began, Jiang Lan had learned about Li Yi's background: the second son of the Li Group, with an older brother named Li Yang. Li Yang was exceptionally talented from a young age and was always the family's focus of attention; while Li Yi's grades were mediocre, and he never received much attention from his family. In this long-term unbalanced environment, he gradually developed an extreme and biased sense of jealousy.

Now that he has become famous overnight by relying on his memory, stealing the limelight that originally belonged to Li Yi, it is understandable that he would hire an online army to smear him.

Having figured out the key points, Jiang Lan's lips curled up slightly, forming a cold arc.

He glanced at the time and put his phone down. It was already past 3 a.m., and he had no choice but to change his plans, deciding to cook for himself instead of going out to find food.

Jiang Lan got dressed, pushed open the door, and had barely stepped out of the room when she heard soft footsteps coming from the direction of the living room. The footsteps were extremely light, as if someone was walking barefoot on the floor.

Jiang Lan's brows furrowed suddenly.

In the dead of night, a stranger was walking around the house barefoot. Could it be that a thief had broken in?

He quietly returned to the room, grabbed a fruit knife, and strode into the living room, where he abruptly switched on the light.

It would have been fine if the lights hadn't been turned on, but the moment they were, the fruit knife in Jiang Lan's hand fell to the ground with a "clang," making a crisp sound.

The person walking in the living room was not a thief.

It turned out to be Iz's best friend—Akirela, or rather, Natsuki Hana!

What shocked Jiang Lan the most was that she was completely naked.

With a clatter, the fruit knife in Jiang Lan's hand suddenly fell to the ground, the crisp metallic clang echoing in the quiet living room, piercing the stillness of the night.

The air suddenly froze, and even breathing felt like it was frozen.

Jiang Lan initially thought it was a thief who had sneaked into the living room, but when she looked up, the figure standing against the light was clearly Xia Muhua.

It would have been fine if it were her, but the sight before him made Jiang Lan's breath catch in her throat. Xia Muhua was only wearing a pair of underwear tied with a pink bow.

Jiang Lan froze on the spot, her gaze uncontrollably fixed.

At this moment, Xia Muhua slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes, still slightly drowsy from just waking up, gradually showed a hint of confusion, but when her gaze fell on Jiang Lan, who was staring intently at her, doubt crept onto her brows.

She blinked blankly, still sleepy, and instinctively wrapped herself up tighter, only to feel something cold—not the touch of a blanket.

A cool sensation spread across her skin, and Xia Muhua's heart skipped a beat. She hurriedly looked down. When she saw that she was only wearing her underwear, her mind went completely blank. It was as if a thunderclap had exploded in her skull, buzzing and shattering her thoughts.

The next second, a blush swept across her pretty face at a visible speed, spreading from her cheeks all the way to her ears. Her skin was so hot that it felt like it was about to burn. That bright color was like a ripe peach, so full that it seemed like it would drip water at any moment.

She was naked, and Jiang Lan saw it all clearly.

Innocence, gone.

"Cough cough—" Jiang Lan cleared his throat, turned his face away and pretended to be calm. He said, "I didn't see anything," but his gaze was uncontrollably fixed on the other person. In this situation, the only person who could look away was probably a saint with a calm mind. He was just an ordinary person.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Xia Muhua screamed, "Aaaaah—you're not allowed to look!"

She hurriedly crossed her arms over her chest, covering her private parts tightly, her cheeks flushed red. She turned around almost in a disheveled state and stumbled back to her room.

boom!

The heavy door slammed shut, the dull thud echoing through the living room. Jiang Lan stood frozen, at a loss for what to do, unsure how to react.

Inside the room, Xia Muhua slid down to the floor, her back against the door, the blush on her face lingering. She staggered into bed, wrapping herself up tightly, her chest heaving violently, her heavy breathing unusually clear in the quiet room.

The scene kept replaying in her mind, each recollection making her heart pound. She couldn't understand how she could have ended up in the living room when she was clearly asleep in bed.

She was sleepwalking—she must have sleepwalked into the living room. And to make matters worse, Jiang Lan happened to be there to catch her.

"Why am I so unlucky—" Xia Muhua buried her face in the pillow, her voice trembling with sobs, "How am I supposed to face him now—waaaah—I've been seen naked, how can I ever get married again?"

A sob escaped from under the covers, and I felt all the blood rushing to my face.

Meanwhile, Jiang Lan sat on the sofa in the living room, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the edge of the sofa, his expression complicated. He never expected that simply opening the door would lead to such an awkward scene.

Although they had certainly enjoyed the sight of each other, the thought of living under the same roof and seeing each other all the time made them feel incredibly awkward, wishing they could dig a hole in the ground and disappear into it.

As Jiang Lan was pondering how to pretend nothing had happened and calmly handle their future interactions, the door to Xia Muhua's room was gently pushed open again.

Xia Muhua had already changed her clothes, but a blush still lingered on her cheeks. She walked up to Jiang Lan, her eyes darting away, yet she forced a tough stance, as if she felt uncomfortable in his presence even while fully clothed.

"Hey, Jiang Lan," she bit her lower lip, her voice trembling slightly, "Just pretend nothing happened tonight, okay?"

"Huh?" Jiang Lan looked up, her face completely innocent, and asked blankly, "What did you say?"

Xia Muhua stared intently at the corner of his mouth, that faint, wicked smile completely shattering his facade—if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would have almost believed his lies!

"Hmph, anyway, Iz absolutely cannot find out about this!" Natsume Hana emphasized, her tone full of warning.

As soon as she finished speaking, the door to the other room was suddenly pushed open. Iz, wearing loose pajamas, her hair disheveled and plastered to her cheeks, walked out sleepily, her eyes still stained with tear stains from not having woken up properly.

"Hmm?" She scratched her head, her voice soft and slightly hoarse from being woken up. "Isn't it only a little past three? Why are you all making so much noise in the living room in the middle of the night? I think I just heard Xiaohua scream—"

Upon hearing Izzy's words, Natsume turned sharply to look at Jiang Lan, their eyes meeting. Jiang Lan raised an eyebrow, his eyes conveying—you're the one who woke her up, so you're the one who should clean up the mess.

Seeing his indifferent attitude, Xia Muhua was so angry that her teeth itched, but she had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward, her brain racing, searching for an excuse.

"Uh—it's because there were cockroaches!" she stammered, her eyes darting around. Even she herself thought the reason was incredibly far-fetched. "I got startled and screamed, and then Jiang Lan heard the noise and came out. We chatted for a bit—yes, that's it!"

Iz glanced at her suspiciously, clearly doubting the reason, but then she thought that Xia Muhua and Jiang Lan had only met a handful of times, so there shouldn't be anything else going on, and she didn't ask any further questions.

Jiang Lan stood aside, secretly surprised—Iz actually believed such a far-fetched reason? Sure enough, this girl is very simple-minded.

He slowly got up and walked towards the kitchen, originally intending only to make a bowl of instant noodles for a late-night snack and continue exploring his memories the next morning. However, he couldn't resist Xia Muhua and Iz's persistent pleading. Xia Muhua even patted her chest and said she would cook two dishes herself, which startled Jiang Lan, who quickly took over and skillfully prepared his signature dishes.

After a cozy late-night snack, the three of them went back to their rooms to rest, and the living room returned to silence.

The following afternoon, the setting sun shone through the gaps in the curtains, casting warm golden rays onto Jiang Lan's bedding. Jiang Lan slowly awoke from her sleep, quickly washed up, ate something to tide her over, took a deep breath, and resumed her memory exploration.

coming!

At the summit of the snow-capped mountain, that was his final battle, fought in the name of Kuuga!