I found a belt in the Honkai Impact 3rd world.

I Found a Belt in the Collapsed World (Author: Tang Mozi·Du)

"To deal with the Honkai, we really need the power of the Valkyries. (Shows a card)"

"Isn't it because you don't have a Knight Card? Forget it, you're brain-dead! Go ahead and attack!"

You're the one with cerebral palsy!

In short, it's a delightful journey for the foul-mouthed belt and the protagonist.

The cover is unrelated to the content (probably), there is no moe-fication plot (confirmed), there is a brief transformation (fighting as a Valkyrie) plot (note), it is a newbie work (seriously), that's all.

1. Have you ever seen a talking belt?

(No Kamen Riders appear!)

(No Kamen Riders appear!)

(No Kamen Riders appear!)

(I'll say this three times because it's important: even if there is any, it will appear in a later side story. Be aware of the minor transformation battle scenes, as the character is still wearing the belt, so please watch at your own discretion.)

So why is that?

Honestly, Mo Mo couldn't figure out how he had transmigrated.

It was just a normal school day, a normal school night, a normal time to put aside homework and play games, and then a normal nap.

When I opened my eyes, I found that the world was not right.

The simple bedroom has been turned into a tree hollow, and the beloved bed that I've slept on for years has become a few leaves that are about to rot.

Even the clothes she was wearing had changed from pajamas to unfamiliar, poorly made ones.

"Even though time travel isn't following any basic rules these days, is it?" Mo Mo muttered to himself, his heart filled with dissatisfaction.

Why don't you give such a valuable spot to someone else? I'm not the kind of person who has no ties or obligations.

The saying "since you're here, make the best of it" is utter nonsense to Mo Mo right now.

Life is going so well, and then suddenly it's cut off and you're switched to a completely different channel. Who can handle that?

Mo Mo wasn't without relatives; he still had a father living in the world, although he was rarely home throughout the year and spent his days messing around outside.

"I wonder how long it will take my dad to realize that his son is gone." Mo Mo sighed, hugging his knees.

The most urgent thing now is to find a way back; hopefully, it's not too late.

"Um, System, are you there?" Mo Mo called out tentatively. Sure enough, at this point, he could only pin his hopes on such a vague possibility.

no respond.

I've called out several times every few minutes, and it's still the same.

So I'm a transmigrator without a system? Mo Mo was a little incredulous. Or is there some method needed to activate it?

But there's nothing around here.

There were neither mysterious and ancient jade pendants, nor strangely shaped stones, nor shiny eggs.

The space, at most two square meters, contained only dry leaves.

There is no system, and no cheat codes.

Damn, this game is a bit too difficult at the start... What if it's a world full of dangers? I'm afraid I'll turn into fertilizer the moment I leave the tree hole.

While it may seem impressive to see others build their success from scratch, when it happens to you, all you can think is "mmp" (a vulgar expression).

With another heavy sigh, Mo Mo had almost given up hope.

Perhaps I was just unlucky and missed the chance to travel through time using the allocation system.

I can only rely on myself now.

Standing up slightly and brushing off the leaves stuck to his bottom, Mo Mo touched the fabric of his clothes, which could only be described as rough. The style was simple, the workmanship poor; it was either the work of someone from an era of low productivity or someone from the very bottom of society.

Or perhaps both.

Even after time-traveling, I can't become a member of the upper class. How pathetic.

Moreover, his black hair had grown quite a bit, and his bangs were almost covering his eyes.

Without a mirror, I can't even be sure if this is still my face, but I can be sure that from the outside I look exactly like a homeless person.

I've been cowering in the tree hole for hours, and this isn't going to work. I need to go out and see what the world is like.

God, please give me an easy, no, brain-dead difficulty dungeon.

After taking a few deep breaths and patting his face, Mo Mo bent down and crawled out of the tree hole.

"Ouch!"

I took a step forward and tripped over something, falling flat on my face. Luckily, there was a layer of leaves underneath, so it didn't hurt too much.

Who knew there was something buried underneath this layer?

Mo Mo subconsciously glanced back, trying to see what had given his journey to this other world a hard time.

"Uh-huh!!!"

His slightly narrowed eyes widened instantly, as if they could shoot out scorching light. Although only a corner of the eye could be seen, it still aroused great interest.

Turning its body to one side, Mo Mo brushed aside a thin layer of leaves, revealing its true form.

That familiar white exterior...

Pong, do you know Kamen Rider?

Although Mo Mo's knowledge of Kamen Rider is far less than that of those research experts, he certainly couldn't be completely ignorant of the famous belt.

The destroyer of the world, the Decade Driver possessed by Kamen Rider Decade who happened to be passing by.

Momo dug the driver out of the leaf and wiped it slightly.

Hmm...it's quite heavy, and judging by the material, it's metal?

Hey, this is interesting.

I examined this unique "toy" over and over in my hands several times, and it was almost exactly the same as the thing I remembered.

However, there are no marks belonging to the other nine knights on the front.

"Could this thing be a pirated copy?" Mo Mo stroked his smooth chin, lost in thought.

The sudden time travel, and the incredibly coincidental appearance of the Decade Driver here...

It's hard not to make those connections.

Then the problem is coming.

Having found a Kamen Rider belt that you really like in a remote jungle, there's only one thing left to do!

"Of course I'll wear it and see if it's real!"

Mo Mo firmly believed that he was not a lonely time traveler.

"Click".

Sure enough, simply placing the driver in front of his waist caused extension straps to extend from both sides and securely fasten around Mo Mo's waist.

"..." Mo Mo silently touched the metal belt at his waist.

The cold, hard texture felt so real.

Pinch your face hard.

pain.

Great, this is real, it's not a dream.

"Turtle..."

Who wouldn't want to be a Kamen Rider?

For a moment, Mo Mo put everything else aside and just sat there blankly, constantly stroking the driver in front of his waist.

Touch and touch, touch and touch...

"Get lost! Don't touch me!"

A loud male voice suddenly rang out, startling Mo Mo so much that she stopped what she was doing and looked around in a panic.

There was still no one around.

Looking up, I didn't see any talking creatures except for the tree canopy that blocked out the sunlight.

Was it a hallucination? Suspiciously, Mo Mo withdrew his gaze and began to touch his belt again.

Yes, no matter whose it was before, now that I've found it, it's mine!

"You little brat, are you stupid? I'm on your waist!" A lively voice rang out again, "Stop touching me!"

"My waist..." Mo Mo looked down, "Eh!!!"

"Hey, what are you talking about?" At least the belt didn't seem out of the ordinary. "Haven't you ever seen a talking belt before?"

Forget about talking creatures, I've never even seen one that can't talk, okay?

Good heavens! The belt has come to life!

"I've never seen anything like it before..." Mo Mo felt his worldview had been shaken once again, and he couldn't accept the shock for a moment. "Who are you?"

"I have a feeling there's something wrong with your obviously not-so-good brain." The voice coming from the belt sounded very disdainful, showing no mercy whatsoever. "System, System, do you know anything about this?"

Sure enough! Transmigrators really need a system! Although this system is a bit foul-mouthed, there's no room for complaint now.

"Since you're a system... what can you do?"

"What do you mean?"

This system seems rather unprofessional.