Douluo Dragon King: My Martial Soul is Kamen Rider!

Time flies, and three years have passed quietly. The introductory courses at Red Mountain Academy are about to come to an end. In these three years, the tides still rise and fall on the coastline of Aolai City, the sycamore trees in the academy are still lush and green, and the two teenagers have also undergone earth-shattering changes. Zhou Yang and Tang Wulin's friendship has grown stronger and more trusting as they spend time together day after day.

Zhou Yang gradually let go of his concerns and got used to having such a younger brother by his side.

Zhou Yang, who was originally 1.2 meters tall, has now grown to 1.5 meters, making him stand out among his peers. His fair skin remains clean, and as his features have matured, he has shed his childishness and gained a cool and handsome look. The aloofness between his brows and eyes has faded, but he still has a kind of "numerical monster" aura, making him popular with young girls and aunties wherever he goes.

Lang Yue, in particular, was no longer satisfied with just petting Tang Wulin. After petting him for the first time, it was as if she had opened the door to a new world. She would often pet their hair with one hand in each hand, laughing and teasing Zhou Yang and Tang Wulin: "Our little Zhou Yang and little Wulin are getting more and more handsome. They're probably going to charm a lot of girls in the future."

Whenever this happens, Zhou Yang would helplessly turn his head away to avoid it, but in the end he would still be absorbed into Lang Yue's palm. Tang Wulin would grin and smirk to himself, his eyes full of youthful vibrancy.

Tang Wulin was not to be outdone, and he also grew from 1.2 meters to 1.5 meters, the same height as Zhou Yang. His originally cute face gradually matured, and his handsome features gradually became more prominent.

During these three years, there was another thing that Zhou Yang cared about very much—

According to the original plot, the Silver Dragon King Na'er should have appeared long ago, but there was no news of her until they graduated from junior academy.

Zhou Yang sometimes wondered if his appearance had changed the plot.

However, he didn't delve too deeply into it. Perhaps the absence of Na'er was actually a good thing for Tang Wulin, at least it would reduce some conflicts.

Although the pitiful soul beasts are almost slaughtered to extinction, if they try to harm innocent people, that clueless guy Silver Dragon King with his mind full of amazing wisdom should just wait to suffer his final blow.

On the eve of graduation, Tang Wulin followed the original story and became Mang Tian's apprentice. He saved up his pocket money for three years and finally saved enough to go to the Spirit Pagoda to draw lots, preparing to exchange for his first soul spirit.

Zhou Yang accompanied him to the Spirit Pagoda. Looking at Tang Wulin's expectant yet nervous expression, he couldn't help but think to himself: The Tang family's education is truly perverted. No matter which generation, they all like to "abuse" their children from a young age. Despite their wealth, they insist on making their children struggle on their own, calling it "forging their will."

It's still the familiar Spirit Pagoda, the familiar Spirit Master, and the familiar card-drawing process.

Three years have passed, and nothing has changed. The poor grassroots staff can only climb to a tiny position through years of hard work and dedication. Yes, he was talking about the Spirit Pagoda.

Seeing Tang Wulin's nervous expression, he finally pressed the sinful single-draw button, drawing everyone's attention.

After all, gacha is essentially a form of gambling, and when there's no result yet, everyone will have expectations for that unknown outcome.

Of course, gambling addicts shouldn't be allowed in House.

The result was obvious: it turned out to be a complete disaster.

A small soul spirit storage sphere fell out, inside which curled up a small, grayish grass snake, its body surrounded by weak soul power. It was none other than Tang Wulin's ten-year-old flawed soul spirit, the grass snake.

Tang Wulin picked up the storage ball, his expectation vanishing instantly, replaced by deep disappointment and regret. His lips drooped slightly, and his eyes dimmed: "How could it be a grass snake..."

He had saved up for three years, hoping to exchange his money for a good soul spirit, but he could only gamble on luck in the lottery. He mustered up his courage to take the plunge, but in the end, he got such a useless soul spirit. The disappointment in his heart was indescribable.

Seeing his dejected look, Zhou Yang took the Soul Orb, looked at it, sighed helplessly, patted his shoulder, returned the Soul Orb to him, and said in a calm but gentle tone, "Wu Lin, don't be sad. If it doesn't work, I'll take you to buy one."

As he spoke, Zhou Yang took out a black card from his pocket and waved it in front of Tang Wulin.

This is the money he earned over the past three years by using his reborn memories to write novels and compose music. After all, this is the world in Douluo Continent that is closest to modern times, and the gifts his mother gave him in the past world were not limited to his strong mental power.

He obtained a black card with enough money to buy a top-quality, hundred-year-old spirit. But in Tang Wulin's eyes, the money in this black card was undoubtedly the pension left by Zhou Yang's grandmother for that martyr, Zhou Yang's most precious possession.

Tang Wulin looked at the black card, his eyes instantly reddening. A warm feeling welled up in his heart, but he also felt guilty, thinking of blaming himself.

Tang Wulin firmly refused, saying, "Brother Zhou Yang, no, I can't accept this! This is the pension that Grandma left you, your most precious possession. How can I use it to buy a soul spirit? Although I haven't saved much money, it's money I earned through my own hard work. Even if I draw a grass snake, I'll accept it."

A feeling of respect welled up in his heart for Zhou Yang. Having a friend like Zhou Yang was a stroke of luck he would probably never meet again in his entire life.

Zhou Yang frowned, wanting to persuade him further: "Wu Lin, this isn't compensation. Don't overthink it. This is money I earned myself, enough to buy a good soul spirit. Just take it... consider it my investment."

"I won't take it!" Tang Wulin interrupted him, his tone firm, his eyes full of stubbornness. "Brother Zhou Yang, even so, this is money you worked hard to earn. You should value it more and use it on yourself. Besides, I have a gut feeling that this grass snake might be able to help me. Please trust me this once, okay?"

Upon hearing Tang Wulin's words, Zhou Yang was taken aback for a moment, then a hint of relief and understanding flashed in his eyes.

What? So that grass snake has something special about it?

She secretly acknowledged Tang Wulin's character; he hadn't gone astray and was still a good, sensible child who stayed true to himself. He hadn't let down Tang Ziran and his wife's education, nor had he let down their guidance over the past three years.

Since Tang Wulin didn't want to accept, he didn't force him. He smiled and said with feigned helplessness, "Alright, I believe you. You wait here for a bit. I'm a little thirsty. I'll go get some water at the reception desk and be right back."

Tang Wulin nodded, still clutching the storage ball containing the grass snake, the disappointment in his eyes still lingering.

Zhou Yang turned and left, but in reality he went to the Soul Spirit Zone to buy a hundred-year-old Soul Spirit. He then rushed to a certain place to prepare to carry out his operation.

There is only one place in the world that is normally least likely to be monitored: the toilet.

The transformation of heroes in the show is an essential part, a fact already documented in Ultraman OOO and Ultraman Zeta.

Of course, what has changed is—

A golden bee flew through the window and into Zhou Yang's hand. The bee was none other than the infamous "Ten Thousand Riders" from Kabuto—Zha Bi (crossed out), cough cough, The Bee.

Having mastered the history of Kabuto, Zhou Yang was naturally able to use other Kabuto Riders as well.

He loaded the wasp onto the drive in his left hand.

"henshin!"

His body was enveloped in golden light, enhanced with special effects to increase his height, and combined with the yellow, silver, and black armor, a 1.92-meter-tall figure appeared.

"Cast off!"

The masked form appeared for less than a second before its armor was mercilessly shattered. Fortunately, Zhou Yang controlled it well, and the toilet was big enough that the shattered armor did not cause any damage.

"Clock up!" With the buckle on his belt sliding, Zhou Yang entered clock-up mode.

It can only be said that the Acceleration series was too underhanded. If Toei hadn't forced the changes to the original setting for the Rider Wars, the Acceleration series would have been much less of a disadvantage.

Back then, he often used Time-Up to go out and play on rainy days. After all, the scene that was comparable to time stop was too beautiful, especially the collision and flow. No one could resist that temptation.

The accelerated operation of the Ascension made everything around seem as if time had stopped. Zhou Yang quickly ran to Tang Wulin and swapped their souls before returning.

Clock over!

As the acceleration time ended, Zabi also deactivated his armor and vanished into the void.

Get it!