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

finally--

When his claws pierced Oma Zi-O's chest, he could hardly believe he had done it.

Oma Zi-O looked at him, his golden eyes no longer showing indifference, but rather a kind of...

Glad?

"You... won."

Oma Zi-O's body began to dissipate.

"From this day forward... you will be... the strongest knight..."

Huang Fei stood there, watching his body turn into specks of light and disappear into the air bit by bit.

What does he want to say?

Want to say thank you? Want to apologize? Want to say I must kill you because I'm sorry?

But he couldn't say anything.

Because Oma Zi-O's cards have already appeared in his Advent deck.

That was the last card.

【Oma Zi-O: Complete Descent】

From then on, there were no rivals.

He killed everyone.

Three thousand seven hundred and twenty-four people.

He killed all the monsters.

10,863 heads.

He stood atop the mountain of corpses, looking down at everything below.

Blood flows into a river.

Corpses are everywhere.

He was the only one standing there.

He was the only one alive.

He should be happy.

He won.

He was the ultimate victor.

But he just stood there, looking at the corpses, at the blood, at those who had once been alive, the knights who had fought, the opponents who had once filled him with fear, anger, and madness—

They're all dead.

Only he survived.

At that moment, he felt something he had never felt before.

It's not joy.

It is not liberation.

It's not about being satisfied.

It is—emptiness.

It is—loneliness.

An emptiness where there is nothing.

【throne】

He walked toward the throne made of shattered armor.

That was the rule prepared for him.

All the fragments of the knight came together, becoming his final resting place.

He sat down.

At that moment, he felt the power of the rules surge into his body.

He became the master of this world.

He can control everything.

He can decide who lives and who dies.

He can turn back time and bring the dead back to life.

He can—

But he didn't.

Because those people are already dead.

He killed him.

Even if he were to be resurrected, they would never forgive him.

Even if they are resurrected, they will only continue to kill each other.

Even if resurrected—

He will never forgive himself.

So he just sat there.

One day, two days, one year, two years, ten years, one hundred years...

He didn't know how much time had passed.

Time had lost its meaning for him.

He just sat there, looking at the empty world, looking at those figures who would never stand up again.

until one day--

The rules told him that a new world was about to descend upon him.

That world is called Douluo Continent.

There are soul beasts, soul masters, titled Douluo, and gods.

The rules state that the people there will become new participants.

The rules said he could remain seated on the throne and watch them fight.

The rules state that he can choose whether or not to descend.

He simply nodded.

It doesn't matter.

He was used to watching others fight.

Anyway, he's already used to being alone.

Anyway—

He no longer knows who he is.

【now】

Memories recede like the tide.

Huang Fei remained seated on his throne, gazing down upon the Douluo Continent.

Those images still echoed in his mind—the fear of time travel, the resolve of contracting the White Tiger, the trembling when he killed for the first time, the madness when he killed Oma Zi-O, and the emptiness when he stood atop the mountain of corpses.

Those were all him.

But none of those were him anymore.

He is no longer the young man who felt fear.

He is no longer that trembling newcomer.

He was no longer the knight who would feel remorse for killing.

He was merely a shell sitting on the throne, an empty shell, something that knew nothing but killing.

"Huang Fei..."

He murmured his own name.

How long has it been since this name was last called?

Since he killed everyone, no one has called his name again.

No one can call out.

Because everyone is dead.

He looked down at his hands.

These hands have killed 3,724 people.

These hands have killed 10,863 monsters.

These hands are stained with blood.

But that blood had long since dried.

It was dried so thoroughly that no trace of it could be seen.

He worked so hard that even he himself couldn't tell what his hands originally looked like.

"who I am?"

He asked softly.

No one answered.

The rules don't answer this kind of question.

The white tiger slept inside him, but even the white tiger could not answer this question.

He is Huang Fei.

He is Kamen Rider White Tiger.

He is the ruler of the throne.

He was the ultimate victor.

He is the master of this world.

But he is also—

The loneliest existence.

In this empty world, he was all alone.

There will always be only him.

He looked down at the Douluo Continent.

There are countless people there.

Soul Masters, Soul Beasts, Ordinary People, and Even Gods.

They are afraid.

They are struggling.

They were laughing.

They have no idea what awaits them.

They will die.

They will kill each other.

You will become like him.

meeting--

Become the new him.

"Fight or die."

He repeated the rule softly.

That's his rule.

It was a rule he bought with the lives of 3,724 people.

It was a set of rules he forged with the blood of 10,863 monsters.

He used all his humanity, all his conscience, and all his emotions to establish these rules.

He looked at those who were still laughing.

Looking at those who didn't take it seriously.

Looking at those high and mighty gods.

A very faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It's not mockery.

It's not pity.

only--

envious.

They envy them without even realizing it.

I envy that they can still laugh.

I envy them for still having each other.

But for him, there was only this mountain of corpses.

This mountain of corpses was built from all the people he had killed with his own hands.

"Go."

He spoke softly, as if addressing those ignorant ants.

Go ahead and laugh.

"Go ahead and dismiss it."

"Go to the top."

"Then--"

"Come to my world."

"Come and experience the fear I've felt."

"Come and experience the despair I've felt."

"To become—"

He paused.

"A monster like me."

The wind blows through the world of knights.

In the vast expanse of heaven and earth, he sat alone on the throne.

His eyes remained blank.

Those memories still echoed in his mind.

But whether it's confusion or memories, it doesn't change one fact—

He is the king.

He is the only king.

And this king is now looking down upon his new prey.

Waiting—

The first person to step into his world.

Waiting—

Will that person become the next him?

Beneath the mountain of corpses, the people of Douluo Continent still clamor.

Above the mountain of corpses, there is only eternal silence.

In the silence, a person who is extremely lonely.

His name is Huang Fei.

He is Kamen Rider White Tiger.

he is--

There is no one left to call my name.

.....