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

However, if the story ended here, what would happen next?!

Yes, a silver light flashed in Nian Zhuo's pocket, and the silver, round object flew out of his pocket.

As the dark ball of light drew closer and crushed everything, the silver light on the circular object kept flashing.

A barrier enveloped Nian Zhuo's body, emitting a pale silver glow.

Meanwhile, behind the unseen Nianzhuo, a huge silver clock unfolded, and the ancient clock emitted a dull tinkling sound.

However, Nian Zhuo, enveloped by the barrier, breathed calmly, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Behind them, a huge silver clock gradually rotates counterclockwise, starting from twelve.

The pitch-black ball of light directly crushed the silver space surrounding Nianzhuo, then passed through Nianzhuo without any abnormalities occurring.

The barrier continued to spread, tearing apart the silver space beneath Nian Zhuo. However, judging from Nian Zhuo's still steady breathing, the silver barrier had saved his life.

However, the price was that a huge crack appeared in the center of the silver clock behind Nianzhuo.

However, this still could not stop the clock hands from turning backward, and two silver rings extended from the center of the clock, enveloping Nianzhuo's body.

Gradually, he was absorbed into the ever-reversing clock as he fell into a deep sleep.

The silver watch face slipped into Nian Zhuo's pocket at the last moment, and was absorbed into the clock along with him.

Then, the colorless temporal turbulence that followed instantly shattered the already cracked clock, and everything returned to the void.

Apart from Nian Zhuo, who had been sent away, he was breathing evenly at the moment, his eyelids trembling constantly.

He had a dream, a dream that wasn't his.

He became a person, a person whose identity was unknown.

No, it's not that I didn't know who he was; Nian Zhuo knew his name from the very beginning.

—Tokiwa Sougo

No, it can't be said that he became a person; Nianzhuo merely passed through his life like an audience member.

—The life experience of Tokiwa Sougo in 2068.

The beginning remains unchanged: Sougo's parents were in a car accident and died. He survived and demonstrated his talent and power to the Time Management Bureau, yet he was unaware of all this.

However, when Nianzhuo saw that the person presenting the belt to Zhuangwu was not Woz but a man he had never seen before who called himself the Time Administration Bureau, Nianzhuo keenly sensed that something was wrong.

What happened next was even more problematic.

There is no Tsukuyomi or Gates here, no Ora or Phil, not even Swartz or Woz.

He was all alone, Zhuang Wu alone, living with his uncle in the 9-to-5 hall.

Little by little, from the initial excitement of gaining power to the decisiveness of taking away the power of his predecessors.

Defeating the Alien Knight and single-handedly destroying the meteorite teeming with Zerg, the boy's back view appeared remarkably mature.

However, all of this is a conspiracy by the Time Management Bureau.

They used Sougo as a test subject, wanting to sever all the history of the Riders, and even planned to eliminate Sougo after he had seized the power of all the Heisei Riders, so as to use the power of the Riders to achieve their goal of ruling the world.

The joy of victory goes unnoticed, but the pain of defeat is borne alone.

Behind the boy was only his gentle uncle, whose tolerant family affection warmed Sougo's broken heart.

Then, something unexpected happened.

In his second form, he was invincible against Another Riders until he encountered Another Zi-O O2.

The defeat was devastating. It was extremely difficult for the second-tier warrior to fight against him, not to mention that the opponent could freely attack any of Zhao Huan's alien knights.

So, that figure that had always been behind me, that figure that was willing to gently accept everything about me, is gone.

Zhuangwu embraced his uncle's body, golden tears welling in his eyes.

The boy, who aspired to become king, was completely awakened from that moment.

Look up at the heavens, for Regulus XIV is now in his shining day.

Standing on lava, Sougo coldly looked at the large number of Time Bureau personnel and Another Riders in front of him.

— To ascend the throne.

With a wave of his hand and a snap of his fingers, everything turned to ashes and vanished.

Any enemy who dares to stand in the way of the King will be overwhelmed and destroyed by the King's powerful and desperate force.

However, since fighting was not an option, the Time and Space Administration chose a second method: rhetoric.

They transformed Sougo into the most wicked and lowest-ranking demon king, and the Time and Space Administration, which destroyed most of the world, placed all the sins on the boy.

He had no way to resist. With everyone pointing fingers at him, he was unable to defend himself. Even if someone was willing to believe him, they would be quietly erased by the Time and Space Administration.

He had no choice but to bear the infamy that was not his.

From 2018 to 2068, the king sits alone on his throne, his hair gray but too lazy to change it.

If he were to use his power, he could probably instantly return to his prime.

However, he didn't. Zhuangwu felt that this was the only thing he could show his uncle.

To this day, Wang remains deeply lonely and utterly alone.

"..." When Nian Zhuo opened his eyes, he found himself in a pitch-black space where he didn't know where he was.

However, none of that mattered anymore; he looked at the tears that were dripping onto his palm, tears he could no longer hold back.

In his dream, he looked at Sougo, at the old demon king who had spent over fifty years alone, yet was still willing to bear the infamy to preserve the human race, and even the servants he commanded were machines he had created himself.

He dared not use servants, because doing so might harm his family.

Wang erected high walls around his heart, building a hard shell to protect himself, and then added sharp spikes to that shell to prevent harming others.

But Nianzhuo saw it—that deep-seated feeling in the king's heart, that defiant young man who was determined to become king even if he was misunderstood.

So he cried, feeling bad that he couldn't help him.

With shared senses, Nian Zhuo didn't know who had constructed this world and was showing him this kind of thing.

He really wants to be by that old devil's side right now, to give him a hug, to give him... hope.

Let him know that at least someone knows his efforts, at least someone remembers his hardships, at least, at least... even if it can alleviate the Demon King's anguish, Nian Zhuo thinks it would be worth it.

“My king, where are you going?” Nianzhuo wiped away his tears, looked at the king who was all alone, and pinched his nose. “If I can really see you, I will swear to become your subject, your right-hand man, and also your close friend who can stay by your side.”

As if in response to his prayer, the pocket at Nianzhuo's waist emitted a silvery light.

The surrounding darkness quickly faded, replaced by a scorching wind that even Shi Nianzhuo could feel, along with swirling dust in front of him.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a huge statue appeared before him as the surrounding darkness dissipated.

"Tokiwa Sougo, First Transformation Commemorative Statue".

“Finally—” Nian Zhuo couldn’t help but smile happily. The wear and tear and erosion of the statue in front of him told him that he had achieved his long-cherished wish.

We've arrived in 2068, the world of Oma Zi-O!

Oma Zi-O... his gender seems...?

The endless yellow sand obscured his eyes, and Nianzhuo couldn't help but raise his hand.

The moment his vision was obscured, Nianzhuo could sense that someone had appeared in front of him.

Despite the rising yellow sand, Nianzhuo lowered his hand, deciding to first verify who was standing in front of him.

Then, he felt his breathing become sluggish, and cold sweat instantly seeped out from his back, soaking his clothes.

Crimson eye armor, a golden time ring wrapping from the shoulders to the lower abdomen, and a mask inlaid with glittering gems.

Not to mention the protruding black spikes on its shoulders and the golden 'silk fish cake' at its waist.

"Ah~ I really miss it." For some reason, unlike the voice Nian Zhuo had heard before, the voice of Oma Zi-O in front of him was noticeably more delicate. "It's actually true that humans have come here again."

“Oma Zi-O…” Even though he had seen the other’s life before, Nian Zhuo couldn’t help but feel a sense of fear.

The Demon King, born in 68, had been betrayed for a full fifty years. The number of people he had killed and the scenes he had witnessed should far exceed my own mere twenty-odd years of experience.

If the other party thought I was from the Time Management Bureau... Nian Zhuo didn't dare to imagine what the consequences would be.

"Hmm...Do you recognize me?" Clearly, the fact that he hadn't yet made a move demonstrated the Demon King's absolute confidence in himself. Looking at Nian Zhuo, who involuntarily took a step back, he asked, "Hey, who are you?"

"..." Upon hearing the Demon King's question, Nian Zhuo forced himself to stay alert. "You...hello, my name is Nian Zhuo. I am—"

Just as I was about to say that I was an ordinary person who had accidentally wandered into this place...

Those scenes, that long-standing lonely figure, reappeared before Nianzhuo.

"—I have come to become your subject!" Then, a surge of passion rushed to his head, and Nian Zhuo shouted these words without thinking.

"...?" Then, the scene fell silent. It was clear that even the Demon King in front of him was slightly surprised by the sudden shout.

Oh no! That was Nian Zhuo's only thought. In a moment of impulsiveness, he blurted out his purpose. The problem was, whether Feng Mo in front of him would believe him was another question!

"...Is that so?" His tone was unexpectedly calm as he looked at Nencho before him, Oma Zi-O raised his hand. "So, you defected from the Time-Space Administration Bureau? Or did you hear of my infamous reputation and want to join me—?"

No matter which one, Oma Zi-O will not show mercy.

"...No! I'm not from the Time and Space Administration! I haven't done anything illegal! I'm just an ordinary person!" Since he had already said it, Nian Zhuo simply revealed everything: "I came here to become your subject, and I came to help you!"

"I see—" he drawled, the red armor on Oma's face flashing, but he suddenly turned around.

"Then you can leave, I don't need it." With his back to Nianzhuo, Oma Zi-O took off the golden driver from his waist, and the Oma armor on his body gradually turned into golden and black light particles and dissipated.

"Huh...?" Before he could even ask a question, Nianzhuo was stunned by the scene before him.

The girl with long black hair that reached her waist and wearing a white dress was undoubtedly Oma Zi-O from before.

No, no, no, Nianzhuo quickly shook his head and ran to Oma Zi-O.

The girl's beautiful face came into view, causing Nianzhuo to catch his breath.

"...Is there anything else?" Like a clear spring, the girl's voice entered Nian Zhuo's ears without any change. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she looked at Nian Zhuo in front of her. "I'm in a good mood today and don't want to kill you, but you took the initiative to chase after me?"

"No, no, no, what I want to say is still what I just said." He knelt down, half-kneeling before Oma Zi-O, "I wish to become your subject, and I wish to be able to—stay by your side."

"Is that so? Then my answer is the same: no need." Looking at Nencho kneeling before him, Oma Zi-O couldn't help but feel a little doubtful.

"Why—" Nian Zhuo had expected this outcome, but he still wanted to understand why she refused.