Started from the creation of Kamen Rider

"Hehehehe~Five-flowered~Horse~Blue-blade~Sword~"

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Su Su was undoubtedly in a very good mood when he achieved his goal, but on the other hand, Hua Jianyuan was not in a very good mood.

"Well, the twenty-first cup..."

Hua Jianyuan looked at the waiter with difficulty as he smiled and placed the coffee in front of her. She took a deep breath and forced a smile in response. Then, after the waiter turned and left, she sighed helplessly.

If coffee was Hua Jianyuan's life-saving straw in the morning, a panacea to help her resist sleepiness, then for Hua Jianyuan now, coffee has become a death-threatening ghost.

Sitting in a cafe for a whole day and drinking coffee all the time is really a hard thing...Hua Jianyuan doesn’t understand how anyone can spend a whole day in a cafe?

What kind of coffee superman is that?

You know, in order to avoid staying here all the time and causing trouble to others, Hua Jianyuan had to drink the coffee frequently and then order another cup to maintain her behavior as a qualified customer. From morning till now, after twenty-one cups of coffee, Hua Jianyuan was already worried about her sleep quality at night.

It's not like those people who spend the whole day in a cafe only order one cup of coffee all day...

"Alas... I hope I can gain something today, otherwise it will be a waste of suffering..."

With a sad face, he picked up the spoon beside the coffee cup and added a lethal amount of sugar cubes into the coffee. While stirring the coffee, Huajianyuanyi prayed secretly.

But Hua Jianyuan actually knew in his heart that he would most likely gain nothing today.

Because it was almost time for Su Su to get off work, Hua Jianyuan still couldn't notice anything unusual - Su Su still maintained a very regular behavior pattern, except for eating something at a restaurant downstairs at noon, he stayed in the company honestly the rest of the time.

Could it be that the target of my investigation was wrong? The guy who attacked Mr. Su Su had no connection with his daily life?

Or......

Without his knowledge, Su Su had actually reported his abnormal behavior that night to that guy?

Or maybe that guy is hiding in Mr. Su Wusu's company? Or is it the lacquer shop that made me suspicious?

玲梦

Taking the spoon out of the cup, Hua Jianyuan subconsciously bit the spoon, feeling the sweet taste of the melted sugar cube while trying to guess.

But no matter what Hua Jian Yuan guessed, Dad would have to wait until tomorrow to investigate the drug store. But today......

Looking at the watch again, Su Su would be off work in five minutes. Hua Jianyuan decided to give up the meaningless pursuit of Su Su and instead stay to keep an eye on Su Su's company.

If that guy was hiding in Su Su's company disguised as a human, then he must be getting off work. Hua Jianyuan decided to see if there were any monsters among the crowd leaving get off work.

And if not...

Then, I should go investigate that pharmacy...

So this time, Su Su was surprised to find that Hua Jianyuan did not continue to follow him. Instead, she continued to stay in the coffee shop as if she did not see him, staring at the other people pouring out of the company building.

Su Su naturally couldn't guess what Hua Jianyuan was thinking - but it must be a good thing that she didn't continue to follow him, so Su Su took this opportunity to turn around and go to a pharmacy far away from his home and bought a large amount of medicinal materials again.

Now that the first Kamen Rider has been born, it is natural to put the creation of more Kamen Riders on the agenda.

It's not that strange, I'm the one who did it, and it really feels like I'm the mastermind behind it...

012. Knight of Justice?

Ikebukuro neighborhood, Toshima Ward, Tokyo.

Speaking of Ikebukuro, it is actually a very famous place. Many foreign tourists have heard of this place. In fact, in the eyes of many people, Ikebukuro can be called a "bustling urban area" together with Ginza, Shinjuku, Shibuya and Asakusa.

Higashi-Ikebukuro is synonymous with hustle and bustle. There are rows of shopping mall buildings, an aquarium and a planetarium that attract a constant stream of visitors, and there is also a super-large conference center. It seems that this place is always bustling.

Nishi-Ikebukuro is completely different from the hustle and bustle of the east. It has a strong cultural atmosphere. The Tokyo Metropolitan Art Theatre and Rikkyo University are located here, and college students can be seen everywhere - it seems that this is indeed a prosperous place.

But in fact, from the perspective of "Old Tokyo", Ikebukuro...

It's just a place full of rural atmosphere.

The biggest function of Tokyo's Ikebukuro is actually to block the people of Saitama Prefecture. As a barrier, it allows these country people to get their satisfaction in Ikebukuro and not go further to places like Roppongi and pollute the environment.

It is precisely because of this that the dance shirt corresponds to the bustling flowers of Ikebukuro during the day, and the umbrella corresponds to the chaos of Ikebukuro at night.

The streets are always filled with drunks, who yell at pedestrians, destroy roadside infrastructure, and then stagger down the street drunk...

The constant presence of patrol cars on the streets may seem intimidating, but in fact it only illustrates the poor security situation in this place.

And those strip clubs and European bars that are open at night...

At this time, if there is an ignorant guy who wants to go shopping in Ikebukuro at night to experience the "alternative style", what awaits him is the chain scams between the stores, which will definitely squeeze the poor guy out of his wits and make him run away in disgrace.

The only consolation is that compared to places like "Hell's Kitchen" in New York, Ikebukuro is obviously much more gentle - at least, you can guarantee to get out safely.

Well... in most cases - if someone insists on making trouble for himself, then Ikebukuro probably wouldn't mind teaching him a lesson.

For example, Haruta Masayoshi who appears here at this moment.

“Hoo…Hoo…”

Exhaling hot air rhythmically from his mouth, Springfield Masayoshi, who was wearing a tight suit and an exaggerated toy belt around his waist, jogged at a steady pace while shyly avoiding the strange looks from passers-by.

Because it was twelve o'clock in the morning.

Although jogging at night is indeed an exercise habit for many people, it is still somewhat strange to see someone jogging in the early hours of the morning, not to mention that the person is wearing a strange tights and a toy belt around his waist.

If there weren't any cameramen around, many people would probably think this was a recording of some kind of show, right?

Not only the occasional passers-by, but even the patrol cars on patrol noticed Haruta Masayoshi - but...

In Ikebukuro, patrol cars are more intended to provide assistance to those who come forward to seek help, rather than to cause trouble - the people of Ikebukuro also tacitly agree not to cause trouble in front of patrol cars.

So even though Haruta Masayoshi looked quite suspicious, no one would take the initiative to come up and check his identity.

As for why Haruta Masayoshi appeared here in the early hours of the morning...

His fingers brushed across the belt around his waist and Haruta Masayoshi clenched his fists. He couldn't help but recall the first time he tried on the belt in the store that night.

Strength - although at the moment of pushing the belt, a pain of muscle tearing instantly spread throughout the body, making Haruta Masayoshi cry out in pain, but at the same time, Haruta Masayoshi also felt a steady stream of powerful strength surging from his body!

In an instant, he seemed to have turned into a superman with infinite strength. Driven by the power, Chuntian Zhengyi subconsciously punched out, directly smashing the barber chair in the hair salon into a pile of tatters!

Shocked by the force of the punch, Haruta Masayoshi subconsciously stepped back, then kicked a big hole in the sofa behind him. In the mess, Haruta Masayoshi instinctively thought of closing the store door to prevent anyone from noticing this place, but he ended up ripping the door off!

Finally, after a series of disastrous adaptations, Haruta Masayoshi finally managed to master his suddenly powerful body. After hastily cleaning up the barber shop, Haruta Masayoshi closed the door, forced the door he had pulled down back on, and then began to test his own strength.

However, it is not known whether it was because of the sudden power that clouded Haruta Masayoshi's mind, or because with a hammer in his hand, everything looks like a nail, Haruta Masayoshi's testing methods seemed particularly...violent.

He broke the door of the bedroom in the store, which he used for rest temporarily, with one punch. He pulled the heaviest marble sink in the store off the wall and lifted it with one hand. Driven by the desire to vent violently, Haruta Masayoshi finally punched the wall of the bathroom with all his strength.

Then, without feeling much pain at all, this punch directly shattered the tiles on the wall and left a deep hole in the concrete wall. If it wasn't a load-bearing wall and the wall was thick enough, this punch could even go through the concrete wall!

Chuntian Zhengyi, who had been fighting for many years, knew very well that if the power of this punch hit a person, it was no exaggeration to say that the opponent would fly out and fall to the ground to catch his breath. This was all the result of his ancestors' extensive connections in the underworld!

so......

"The belt...can it give me extraordinary powers?"

The power granted by the belt did not last long. After about ten minutes, the power gradually faded. After losing the power, a strong feeling of weakness began to surge up, and severe pain like a sequelae also swept through the body. However, in the torture of weakness and pain, Haruta Masayoshi collapsed on the sofa that had been broken into two sections, but his eyes became brighter and brighter as he muttered to himself.

He met the mysterious man Lin, and was led into the extraordinary world by his house. San. Lu. Jiu. Ling... All the comics and film and television plots he had read in the past began to churn in Chuntian Zhengyi's mind. Although his rationality made Chuntian feel that this was still a little inappropriate, but...

This is extraordinary power!

As for me, I am just an ordinary person, without any ability or achievement. I can only honestly follow the current life trajectory and grow old. What is there in me that is worthy of others using extraordinary power to plot against me?

The worst that can happen is my life, but...

Having access to extraordinary powers but not being able to possess them is more unbearable than dying!

He tried hard to raise his painful arm, and then put it on the belt. Feeling the hard belt, Haruta Masayoshi secretly made up his mind - no matter what, the power given to me by the belt...

I'm going to order all of them!

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After gaining power, the best way that Haruta Justice could think of using his abilities was to become a city vigilante, a superhero, to punish criminals and uphold justice.

Well... Although Hollywood's market share in Japan is getting lower and lower, it has to be said that the concept of superheroes is still deeply rooted in people's hearts...

As for punishing evil and promoting good, the best place Haruta Masayoshi could think of was undoubtedly Ikebukuro, a place that is prosperous during the day and chaotic at night.

But it turned out that Chuntian did not make the wrong choice - because when he dodged the patrol car for the third time and turned into a remote neighborhood, before he could see any human figures, he heard the sound of a man and a woman arguing.

Immediately afterwards, there were loud slaps, a woman's screams of pain, and the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground - then, turning the corner, Haruta Masayoshi saw an arrogant man... uh... no, it should be three arrogant little girls surrounding a drunk man lying on the ground and beating him crazily?

The hand pressing on the belt hesitated for a moment, and Haruta Masayoshi thought for a moment. He felt that with his physique, he could handle three women even without using the belt, so he decided not to use the belt for the time being and went forward to stop them.

However, at the moment when Haruta Masayoshi was thinking, the drunk man lying on the ground struggled to take out a knife from his arms, and swung it wildly, slashing the legs of the two little girls.

Then, amid the little girl's screams, the drunk man got up from the ground and staggered towards Haruta Masayoshi - then, before Haruta Masayoshi could say anything, the drunk man staggered and fell headfirst into Haruta Masayoshi's arms.

The dagger in his hand also stabbed into Chuntian Zhengyi's chest, going in through the gap between the ribs.

"Well--"

The sudden pain in his chest made Haruta Masayoshi's eyes widen. He pushed the drunk away with all his strength. Watching the drunk fall to the ground and struggling to stand up again, Haruta Masayoshi staggered, reached out to cover the dagger in his chest, and then pushed the belt without hesitation.

"I just got super powers...I can't die yet...Belt, save me!"

The familiar tingling and tearing sensation quickly spread throughout the body, followed by a powerful force surging from the body. The pain in the chest quickly disappeared, and the muscle fibers became tougher and firmer. Then, accompanied by a burst of muscle wriggling, the dagger inserted in the chest was squeezed out, and the cut muscles also closed tightly together to prevent a drop of blood from flowing out. Haruta Masayoshi raised his head with a heavy breath, only to feel a strong anger filling his chest.

"Looking for trouble, fighting in the street, this is a criminal...Sleeping drunk on the street, hurting people with weapons, this is a criminal..."

"You...all must be punished..."

013. Broken Sleeves and Sharing Peach

blood.

There was blood everywhere.

Scarlet, sticky, slippery, and warm, it stuck to the body, sprinkled on the ground, sprayed high on the street lights, stepped under the feet, and slid into the clothes through the collar.

But why is there so much blood?

His chaotic consciousness gradually became clear, and a feeling of weakness and powerlessness came over him like a tide. Chuntian Zhengyi staggered a few steps with weak hands and feet. He reached out to hold the wall by the roadside, but he only felt a warm movement.

What is...?

Haruta Zhengyi forced himself to be alert and tried to see clearly what was on the wall. However, when his vision gradually became clear, what he saw was...

meat!

Suddenly, the whole wall was covered with paint, like a layer of paint that was evenly applied by the patient and meticulous father... meat!

As Haruta Masayoshi pressed his hand down, the layer of meat coating slightly dented into the shape of a palm. As for the wriggling feeling, it was due to the intestines and internal organs that still retained some nerve reactions mixed in the minced meat!

“Ah! What! What is this!!”

He withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted and took a few steps back in horror. Haruta stepped on something round and tripped and fell to the ground. It was then that Haruta noticed that he had found himself in a hellish scene that looked like purgatory!

In addition to the wall of flesh and blood that seemed to be born from a horror story, there was a leg lying on the ground not far away. The thigh was straight and slender, and the white skin was covered with torn stockings. The small jade foot was crookedly wearing a fashionable sandal, and the toenails were painted the color of cardamom...

However, the only thing connected to the thigh was a half-torn hip bone.

As for the owner of this leg, he was lying quietly in the corner of the wall several meters away. His skull was broken in half, his neck was twisted into a strange angle, his lower body was torn apart from the abdomen, and his internal organs were scattered from where the legs were to the corner of the wall where the body was.

From the Japanese clothes on the bodies, it was not difficult to identify that this person was one of the three little girls that Chuntian Qi Zhishan saw before, but...

Why did she die here in such a tragic way? What about the others? The two little girls and the drunkard?

Who did this again? !

The intense fear seemed to be a giant hand grasping Chuntian Zhengyi's heart, but this fear was not simply the fear of death, but more like...

Gasping heavily, Haruta Masayoshi got up from the ground as if he wanted to run away, but his sore hands and feet caused him to fall to the ground in panic. Then, Haruta Masayoshi saw clearly the round object he had just stepped on.

It was the drunk's head - it looked as if it had been pulled out violently, with a small section of spine still attached to the cervical vertebrae.

At this moment, this dream head was staring at Wu Chuntian Zhengyi intently. At that moment when their eyes crossed, Chuntian Zhengyi finally remembered...

Why am I afraid and what am I trying to escape from?

The rage that overwhelmed reason, the abnormal rage caused by the fear of death, and...