As a weirdo, I like being a Kamen Rider.

For the next few days, Lin Chen strictly followed the patrol orders given by Kurosawa. Kurosawa indeed kept his word, and the patrol area he designated completely covered the entire academy.

The playground on the east side, the teaching area on the west side, the dormitory building on the south side, the disciplinary team office building on the north side, and even the edge of the dense forest on the back mountain were all designated as locations he had to check every day. Ostensibly, he was being entrusted with an important task, but in reality, he was being worn down by endless patrols, which also allowed his spies in the shadows to keep track of his movements at all times, leaving him no chance to escape their control.

For several days in a row, the academy was unusually quiet.

There was no out-of-control Orphnoch who dared to harm anyone, and Faiz did not appear either. Lin Chen followed the prescribed route every day, patrolling round after round, always extending his senses to the maximum extent. He seemed to be doing his job step by step and being dutiful, but in reality, he had already used the opportunity of patrolling to find out every blind spot of the school's surveillance cameras, the shift change times of the informants, and the fixed activity range of the four members of Lucky Clover.

This tranquility did not make him complacent in the slightest, nor did it make him feel bored. He knew all too well the cruelty of this world—in the plot of Kamen Rider, calm was always the prelude to conflict. Faiz would never disappear so easily, and Decade and Diend, those two uninvited guests who could travel between worlds, would arrive sooner or later. Lucky Clover's wariness of him, this wild high-level species, had never diminished in the slightest. Kurosawa appeared neutral, but in reality, he always held a knife hanging over his head.

His most pressing need right now is still to improve his strength.

In his mind, he summoned the system panel; on the pale blue screen, the cold numbers were crystal clear:

Ultimate Evolution System

[Host: Lin Chen]

[Race: Tiger-type Orphnoch (Primary Form)]

Core Attributes:

Constitution 19/84 (Human Form/Orphnoch Form)

Agility 19/83 (Human Form/Orphnoch Form)

Spirit 21/58 (Human Form/Orphnoch Form)

*The three attributes complement each other; a weakness in any attribute will limit overall strength. Maxing out all three attributes unlocks the conditions for form evolution.

Lifespan: 18 years

Evolution Points: 4

His gaze swept across the panel, his fingertips curling slightly at his sides. His three attributes far exceeded those of an ordinary human by more than ten times, and his Orphnoch form possessed the power to crush ordinary low-level monsters. However, he knew better than anyone where his fatal weakness lay.

Previously, he had killed the leopard and cat-type Orphnochs by relying on the instinctive burst during awakening, the absolute overwhelming power of his attributes, and the predictive advantage brought by his mental strength. However, once he encountered a high-level Orphnoch of the same rank, especially Momose, who was also a tiger-type Orphnoch in the Lucky Clover—although his last resistance had given him a rough idea of ​​their strength, he couldn't afford to waste his time with them forever; his ultimate goal was to go home.

Putting aside everything else, the final battle at the end of the Decade TV series, where all parallel worlds disappeared, was a crisis.

Not to mention, he can't use his Orphnoch form without restraint right now. Although he had already calculated the costs and benefits: each transformation consumes one year of his lifespan, but killing a common-level monster would earn him 10 evolution points, enough to increase one attribute point, thus earning back two years of lifespan—a win-win situation. However, meaningless transformations would only waste his lifespan and allow his spies to figure out his limits, needlessly increasing Clover's wariness of him—a net loss.

He needs a systematic set of fighting techniques that he can use in human form to fully realize his superhuman attribute advantages as combat power.

I originally wanted to ask Kurosawa if he knew any suitable combat coaches.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, Lin Chen extinguished all unrealistic ideas. Ask Kurosawa for a combat coach? Absolutely not. He was currently a tool kept under the control of Clover, seemingly given the authority to patrol, but in reality, his every move was being monitored.

Once he reveals his intention to actively improve his strength, it will only make Clover, who is already wary of him, see him as a potential threat that must be eliminated in advance.

The only way is to secretly cultivate oneself, honing one's fangs silently under everyone's noses.

The plan quickly took shape in his mind.

Kurosawa demanded that he patrol day and night without any rest, but in reality, it also gave him the opportunity to openly and legitimately travel to every corner of the academy.

During the daytime patrol route, the empty lecture halls in the western teaching area, the fire escape in the stairwell, and the storage room on the ground floor of the playground stands are all blind spots for surveillance and places that the informants will not pay much attention to. During the nighttime patrol route, the abandoned basketball court on the north side is a place he checks every day. The streetlights have long been broken, and the area enclosed by barbed wire is rarely visited. The disciplinary team's patrol shift has a full 12-minute gap, which is enough for him to complete a round of high-intensity skill practice.

More importantly, his mental attributes far surpass those of ordinary people. He can sense all the presence and prying eyes within a hundred meters in advance. As long as he controls the timing well, he will never be discovered by anyone.

That day, Lin Chen began his clandestine training.

As he patrolled the designated route to the west teaching area, he used the pretext of checking for any unusual activity in the empty classrooms to slip into a locked lecture hall at the end of the corridor. Without making any large movements, he simply leaned against the wall, slowed his breathing, and repeatedly felt the trajectory of his muscles' exertion—from the twisting of his fists to the core transmission from his waist and abdomen, and then to the force of his legs pushing off the ground. He meticulously broke down and refined the instinctive movements he had made in the previous life-or-death struggle, precisely controlling every bit of power output.

His physical attributes far surpassed those of ordinary people. Even in static power training, he could clearly feel the contraction and relaxation of his muscle fibers. In previous battles, he pursued explosive power, but now, he wanted to train absolute control over power—to concentrate all the advantages of his body's attributes into a single point and strike without any waste.

During his morning patrol, he took advantage of the breaks between checking various locations to complete dozens of fragmented power-generating exercises in different blind spots of the surveillance cameras. Without making a sound, to outsiders, he was just a conscientious patrolman, diligently completing every designated checkpoint. No one knew that he had already completed the first step in building his own fighting system in a corner unnoticed by anyone.

As night fell, Lin Chen changed into the black patrol uniform that Kurosawa had provided him, walked out of the dormitory building, and began his night patrol according to the prescribed route.

Just like the previous days, the academy remained calm and peaceful. He walked at a leisurely pace, his mental energy constantly deployed to confirm the locations of his informants along the way and accurately calculate the shift changes for the disciplinary squad. When he reached the abandoned basketball court on the north side, he arrived just in time for the shift change.

Under the pretext of checking the barbed wire for damage or signs of intrusion, he slipped into the abandoned basketball court. Instead of immediately starting training, he closed his eyes tightly, expanding his mental energy to its maximum range to confirm that there were no unusual auras, no prying eyes, and no detection fluctuations from surveillance equipment within a hundred meters before slowly opening his eyes.

A cold glint flashed in his amber pupils. He clenched his fist, without using any of the Orpheus factor, relying purely on the physical strength of his human form, and slowly threw a punch following the trajectory of the force he had dismantled during the day.

The force of the punch ripped through the silent night, producing a muffled whooshing sound. This punch lacked the ferocity of the previous instinctive strikes, but it was more precise and refined, with every ounce of power landing perfectly on the fist, without any leakage.

A faint smile curved Lin Chen's lips as he calmed himself and began refining his technique. He punched, kicked, blocked, and dodged, simulating his previous encounters with the leopard-type Orphnoch and Faiz, repeatedly adjusting the angles and timing of his movements, gradually integrating the predictive advantage of his mental power with the advantages of his physical attributes.

He didn't pursue flashy moves, but only the most practical and deadly killing moves—after all, he was facing monsters and Kamen Riders who could take lives instantly, and any unnecessary movements could become fatal flaws.

The 12-minute shift change period had just ended when he immediately stopped, regulated his breathing, brushed the dust off his clothes, and walked out of the abandoned basketball court as if nothing had happened, continuing to complete the remaining patrol duties according to the prescribed route. The spies in the shadows only saw him complete the entire route methodically, without the slightest abnormality, but no one knew that in this abandoned basketball court, a fierce tiger was silently sharpening its claws.

As the days went by, Lin Chen maintained this rhythm: during the day, he would use the gaps in his patrols to do fragmented training in power generation and control; at night, during the downtime of patrols, he would hone his combat skills on the abandoned basketball court. His movements became more and more refined, and his control over his power became more and more precise. The attribute advantage that he could only rely on instinct to exert was gradually being transformed into real combat power.

He still hadn't encountered an out-of-control Orphnoch, nor had he seen any trace of Faiz, and his evolution points remained at 4, with no further growth. But he wasn't worried at all.

He knew this storm was inevitable. What he needed to do was to equip himself with enough power to overturn everything before it arrived. Only then could he survive in this cannibalistic world and find his way home.