Knights descend upon Douluo Continent; death awaits if they do not fight.

silence.

Eternal silence.

Huang Fei sat on the throne of the Corpse Mountain, looking down at the world below.

That world, the world he had ravaged through countless days and nights.

The shattered earth, the burning sky, and the ever-present stench of blood.

Those are the marks of his battle, proof that he survived.

But now, it all belongs to him.

this world.

This rule.

This throne is made from the bones of 3,724 knights.

He is the ruler of the throne.

The final victor.

The master of this world.

But as he looked at all this, there was no joy, no pride, no satisfaction in his eyes.

I'm just confused.

I am deeply confused.

"Who...am I again?"

He muttered to himself, his voice echoing in the empty world of knights, without any response.

Yes, who is he?

He remembered that he once had a name.

Huang Fei.

It's a very ordinary name.

So ordinary that he sometimes forgets that the name once represented a living, breathing person, not a killing machine sitting on a mountain of corpses.

Memories flood back like a tide—

[Time Travel]

It was an ordinary night.

He was scrolling through his phone in his rented room, watching clips of Kamen Rider Ryuki.

The sight of those knights fighting each other to survive both shocked and fascinated him.

"If only I could travel to that world," he jokingly muttered to himself.

Then--

He crossed.

It's not like I've been transported to the world of Dragon Knights.

Instead, they were transported to a place even more brutal than the Dragon Knights.

Countless knights, from different eras, different planes, different worlds, and different spaces—Showa, Heisei, Reiwa, and even those knights whose names he had only heard of—all gathered together.

They are going to fight each other.

Until only one person remained.

He remembers the fear he felt at the time.

The fear was so real, so deeply etched in his memory, that even now, recalling it, he could almost feel his heart pounding as if it were on the verge of collapse.

"No... I don't want to die..."

He remembered shouting that.

But no one listened to him shout.

Because everyone is shouting.

Everyone is afraid.

Everyone is fleeing.

Then, everyone started killing.

【contract】

He encountered a white tiger.

That was the third day after he traveled through time.

He hadn't slept for three days, hiding in a corner of the ruins, listening to the sounds of fighting outside, his whole body trembling.

Then, a white tiger appeared in front of him.

It's not an ordinary white tiger.

It is the White Tiger, one of the four sacred beasts in Chinese legend. It is in charge of the metal element of Geng (庚) and is the ruler of the west. It is the embodiment of war and slaughter.

It looked at him, and in its golden eyes, there was no murderous intent, only a kind of... scrutiny.

Do you want to live?

The voice of the white tiger echoed in his mind.

He was stunned.

"I want to...I want to live..."

"Then let's fight," said White Tiger. "Make a contract with me. Become Kamen Rider White Tiger. Then, kill everyone."

Kill everyone.

Five words.

But those were the five most important words in his life.

He reached out and placed his hand on the white tiger's forehead.

At that moment, he felt an unprecedented surge of power flowing into his body.

At the same time, the will of the White Tiger also surged in—to fight, to kill, to become stronger, until there were no more opponents.

The contract is established.

He became Kamen Rider White Tiger.

That day, he transformed for the first time, fought for the first time, and killed for the first time.

He remembered that opponent.

He was a Showa-era knight, wearing black armor and with two antenna-like things on his helmet.

The knight saw him trembling and laughed contemptuously.

"A newbie? Then let's send you on your way."

Then he rushed over.

Then Huang Fei—no, at that time he wasn't qualified to be called Huang Fei—instinctively reached out his hand, and the power of the White Tiger erupted in that instant.

The claws pierced the knight's chest.

Warm blood splattered on his face.

The knight lowered his head, looking at the wound on his chest, then raised his head again to look at him.

His eyes were full of disbelief.

Then, the knight's body turned into specks of light and vanished completely.

His first summoning card—[Sword Summoning]—was obtained from that knight.

He remembers standing there, looking at the blood on his hands, trembling all over.

The white tiger's voice echoed in my mind: "You killed someone."

"I...I killed someone..."

"You survived."

In that instant, he understood.

In this world, killing is the only way to survive.

[Slaughter]

From then on, he began killing people.

Kill the Showa Knights.

Kill the Heisei Knights.

Kill those knights whose names he did not know.

He killed the heroes he once admired.

At first, he would vomit after killing someone, have nightmares, and wake up in the middle of the night thinking that the person he killed had come to take his life.

Later, he stopped.

It's not because I'm used to it.

It's because he's tired.

I'm so tired I don't even have the energy to have nightmares.

I'm so tired that I can fall asleep as soon as I close my eyes, but as soon as I open them, the battle begins.

He was so exhausted that he couldn't tell whether he was killing someone or just breathing.

He remembered killing a knight like Decade.

The knight's belt is magenta, and when he transforms, he says, "I'm just a little demon king passing by."

He really liked that knight and had watched many of his videos before he traveled through time.

But as he stood before that knight, watching the other raise the card to insert it into his belt—

His white tiger claws had already pierced through the opponent's chest.

Before the knight fell, he looked at him and said something.

"Are you... also a knight?"

He paused for a second.

Then he said, "It used to be."

The knight vanished in a speck of light.

His Advent deck now includes a set of magenta cards.

He has never used it.

【Oma Zi-O】

That was his toughest battle.

Oma Zi-O – the one known as the “Most Benevolent and Kind Demon King”, the king who possesses all the powers of the Riders, and the one who is almost invincible in the setting.

When Huang Fei stood before him, he knew this was the final battle.

If he wins, he will be the ultimate victor.

If he loses, all his killings, all his perseverance, all his blood and tears will vanish into nothingness.

Oma Zi-O looked at him, his golden eyes devoid of any emotion.

"You're a good killer."

"Thanks."

"But you can't kill me."

"Give it a try."

How long did they fight?

he does not know.

It could be three days, it could be three months, it could be three years.

In that world, time has no meaning.

He only remembers falling down again and again, and getting up again and again.

The power of the White Tiger burned within him, and the killing intent of Geng Metal made it impossible for him to admit defeat.

He remembered that time had stopped when Oma Zi-O was on the verge of death, and he managed to break free by relying on the killing intent of the White Tiger.

He remembered Oma Zi-O's Rider Kick, which he used all the power of his cards to withstand.

He remembered Oma Zi-O's final arrival, when he transformed into the true form of a white tiger and clashed head-on with him.

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