Thanks for the invitation. I'm in Type-Moon, inheriting the legacy of Zi-O.

At the same time, Nian Zhuo finally arrived in front of him, and the rainbow-like sword blade swung down, bringing with it a deathly terror.

However, it seems that even death cannot take away this immortal monster.

"Bloody Hell Blade—!"

Bearing the power of 21 memory units, a silvery-white light emanated from the dagger in his hand, colliding with the rainbow-like blade swung by his opponent.

The eternal silver-white and the rainbow-like flowing light collided and briefly broke through the surrounding air.

The world fell silent, but the next moment, it was as if thunder had exploded in their ears, assaulting the eardrums of two—no, four people.

The entire Wind Tower creaked under the strain, and the aftershocks of their attacks alone caused the towering building to tremble continuously.

The sword and dagger clashed repeatedly, yet neither could gain the upper hand.

"—Don't joke around!" However, Eternal suddenly roared angrily, the silvery-white light gradually turning golden. "How could I lose here? How could I lose to you!"

"This is my Mirror World, it belongs to me! Fengdu!" Then, at a visible, slow pace, the golden blade light gradually passed over the rainbow-like stream of light in Nianzhuo's hand.

Hearing the sounds of flesh breaking and then healing, Daido Katsumi frowned as he looked at the familiar knight before him.

He could have dodged Nian Zhuo's attack by using the bird's memory while simultaneously utilizing the power of other memories. Why did he have to use all his memory abilities at once?

—But I can't do it, not that I can't, but simply that I don't have that damn idea.

Eternal stared at the purple eyes confronting him, the golden eye armor gleaming.

I don't know why, but I just don't want to back down when I see this damn guy.

I always feel that if I back down to this arrogant, boastful guy, I'll feel like I've lost somewhere.

"So how could I lose to you!" In the end, even the green aura around his body naturally flowed into the blade's light, and the golden sword light finally showed signs of overpowering Nian Zhuo.

Just as he was about to be suppressed by the Great Dao of Self-Discipline, Nian Zhuo also struggled to hold on to his sword hilt.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, and the weight of the blade in front of him made him feel extremely uneasy.

"—This time, it seems I really can't hold back anymore." Even the green gas surged into the opponent's attack. Feeling the immense power transmitted through the blade, Nian Zhuo bit his lip tightly.

Once the thought of giving up takes hold, it will grow uncontrollably.

Gradually, even Nianzhuo felt that this attack would be blocked by the opponent.

In reality, the rainbow-like stream of light gradually shrank and was swallowed up by the golden attack.

However, some people feel that there is still a chance for things to turn around.

"What are you talking about, Nianzhuo?" A familiar voice came from beside him, and green and purple data streams formed hands resting on the blade.

Nianzhuo's eyes widened as he looked at Shotaro and Philip, whose figures were gradually becoming visible beside him.

"—That's right, don't give up now." The boy who appeared beside him and gripped the sword with him said with a smile, "The Nian Zhuo we know has the courage to dance with demons."

"—So, don't give up until the very end." Shotaro focused intently on pressing down on the blade of his sword, yet still had the strength to place his hat on Nianzhuo's head. "You're not fighting alone now."

"Ah, I understand." Then, the thought of giving up in his heart was blown away by the wind and sent to who-knows-where by the ace. Nian Zhuo rekindled his desire for victory, and the three of them gripped their swords tightly together.

"Bearing the most sinful burden, I will defeat you!" He then made this declaration.

"It's not me, it's us, right, partners?" Shotaro said helplessly, and then the three of them worked together to reawaken the rainbow-like sword light.

The power emanating from Nian Zhuo's sword suddenly increased, and rainbow-like sword light grew between the golden crevices, gradually enveloping them.

"My sins? — Can you still count them now!" However, Eternal, equally unwilling to admit defeat, increased her power. The momentum of both attacks continued to rise, constantly canceling each other out while also constantly being reborn.

In the end, neither could determine a winner. Both figures were thrown back by the violent recoil of the impact and stood on the ruined Fengdu Tower.

It must be admitted that after enduring such an attack from the two people, the towering giant tower has not yet collapsed.

Both of them were panting heavily, staring at the enemy not far away who was also breathing rapidly.

“This won’t do…” Looking at Eternal’s equally weak body, Nianzhuo struggled to grip the blade. “Right now… my current strength isn’t enough to take him down in one blow—”

However, even more unfortunately, the system's voice suddenly rang out at that moment.

"Beep, the host's Gale Ace Extreme State trial card has one minute left. Please end the battle as soon as possible."

"—???, I didn't use it?" Nian Zhuo was full of question marks, even though there was no record of him using that experience card in his memory.

"...After the update, as long as the system detects that the host has used the power of the corresponding knight, it will be considered as a use." The system's voice paused for a moment before echoing in Nian Zhuo's mind.

What to do... what should I do...?

As Nianzhuo felt his physical strength recovering... and his power being lost, he couldn't help but show a frustrated expression.

Time is running out, and I have less than a minute left...

Even so.

Nian Zhuo gripped the Prism Radiance tightly in his hand, staring at Da Dao Keji opposite him.

He had no time limit; this was still his mirror world, and each of the 21 memory cells within him was incredibly troublesome…

"But so what?" Nian Zhuo asked himself softly, looking at his trembling hands. "But so what?"

He repeated the same words, seemingly asking himself, and also seemingly asking the other person.

"What does it matter how great the difference in strength is—" He raised his sword, together with Philip and Shotaro.

"Humans will not back down because of such difficulties." A lush green wind gently enveloped the blade, as if to blow away its weariness.

"Come on! Kamen Rider Eternal—!" Raising his sword again, the flames of his primordial energy still burned brightly, and the wind still howled.

“Wait a minute—” However, Shotaro suddenly grabbed Nencho’s shoulder, closed his eyes as if sensing something, “Can you feel it, Philip?”

"Ah, I knew it, Shotaro." Following his partner's words, Philip, who had closed his eyes, also showed an expression of enjoyment.

"Shotaro, and Philip... what's wrong with you...?" However, Nencho didn't sense anything at the moment and stared at the two behind him in confusion.

“It’s the wind, the wind of Fuuto.” Shotaro tapped Nencho’s forehead and said with a smile, “Feel it carefully, that gentle breeze that seems to be blowing on your body.”

Nianzhuo closed his eyes and carefully felt the flow of air.

Indeed... a wisp of green breeze brushed against my body.

But...why?

The windmills of this Wind Tower should have been shattered by the Great Dao's self-discipline and fallen to the ground below.

Moreover—Nian Zhuo sensed the difference in the wind.

That was not a natural wind, but a wind with a clear direction and a clear will.

"Who...is it—" he murmured, unaware that the wound on his hand, which was gripping the sword, was gradually healing.

“Didn’t I tell you?” A hand rested on his shoulder, and Shotaro looked extremely relaxed. “You’re not fighting alone.”

“The two of us alone are far from enough to defeat him.” Philip placed his hand on Nianzhuo’s shoulder as well, looking at his companion and noticing the knowing look in their eyes.

"What exactly are you talking about?" Nian Zhuo was completely confused, but he could still feel that his body was recovering and his strength was returning.

Then, he suddenly heard a sound.

"Go for it, Kamen Rider!"

The voice came from behind him, but when Nianzhuo turned around, there was no one there.

"Who exactly is it?" He became increasingly puzzled, and at the same time, he could hear more and more voices around him.

"Don't lose! Kamen Rider!" "You have to win! This time too!" and so on, more and more voices filled Nian Zhuo's ears.

"—This is the power of Fuuto, junior." Patting Nianzhuo on the back, Shotaro and Philip's eyes flickered with a strange look. "The wind of Fuuto is not all gentle wind."

“And there are also the strong winds that can inspire us to rise up and work even harder.” Philip closed the book, his eyes glistening with tears. “And these winds come from the people of Wind City.”

"—Logically speaking, their voices shouldn't be able to reach this point." Nian Zhuo looked at the shattered building beneath his feet, realizing that this was still the towering Fengdu Tower. "How could their voices possibly reach—"

However, the voices in my ears were not fake; they were genuine voices cheering for me and for Kamen Rider.

"Well, who knows?" Walking to Nianzhuo's side, Philip's body surged with green light. He stretched out his hand to Nianzhuo. "Come on, Nianzhuo. Ride this wind, this wind of everyone, and soar high!"

Although Nianzhuo still couldn't understand, he still clasped Philip's hand in his.

Then, the green light traveled along Philip's arm and reached Nianzhuo's body.

This gust of wind seemed to have swept through the soul, turning half of Nianzhuo's body emerald green.

"Hey, partner, it's not over yet." Shotaro laughed, his body also radiating purple light. "And feeling the Gale's doubled efforts, how can I, as the ace, lose?"

Then, he reached out his hand to Nianzhuo.

"Come on, Nianzhuo, hold my hand... Our hands carry everyone's will. Let's give that guy a good blow and take back the victory!"

Nian Zhuo also grasped Shotaro's arm, and purple light enveloped half of Nian Zhuo's body along his hand.

"..." He remained silent, but in reality, a two-colored light surged from Nian Zhuo's body, and he opened his eyes.

"The Great Way is Self-Discipline!" He shouted the name of the enemy in front of him, placed his hand on the top of the W dial at his waist, and pressed the button.

Yes, he heard it—the cheering voices, the voices of those people.

He saw it too... Following the power of the gale, he could feel the raging wind below, a gale formed by the convergence of everyone's thoughts.

"Look! This is the miracle that humanity can achieve!" The watch face at his waist was also enveloped in light.

Below the tower, everyone was shouting, cheering for those fighting on the tower, cheering for those who wore masks.

"Phew..." Accel shook his aching arms and looked at the gust of wind gathering on the platform. "Really, calling everyone over is exhausting—"

However, looking at the citizens surrounding him, he couldn't bring himself to be angry.

"However, as soon as I mentioned trouble, everyone started clamoring to come and do something—" Feeling his eyes getting a little wet, Terui Ryu shook his head. "I don't want to think about it anymore. But if those three guys still haven't been beaten up by now, then I'm going to give them a good beating."

Then, he raised his head and gazed at the top of the platform.

"Go for it, Kamen Rider!"

"What—!" Dao Keji stared in astonishment at the raging winds gathering around Nian Zhuo, unable to believe it. "This is my Mirror World, how could this be—how could you possibly be—!"

“You don’t understand.” Shotaro and Philip’s voices rang out, causing Daido Katsumi to widen his eyes. “This is the Fuuto you remember, which means… the will of the people of Fuuto has also been perfectly reproduced!”

"Finish Time—!" The raging wind around him surged wildly into Nian Zhuo's body.

“…Just as I expected.” He said this, then flipped the driver at his waist.

"The wind in the windy city is wonderful."

Subsequently, Zi-O: Cyclone Joker's body also changed due to the infusion of wind.