Kamen Rider is playing the villain in Pretty Cure

Since you said so. Ash reached out to the team gear that was about to stop turning. If he took away the gear that was the source of power, Kaler's life would also enter the countdown. When his hand approached, Kaler suddenly opened his eyes again and raised his hand to push Ash away!

"?"

If this was a last-ditch counterattack, it was far too weak. Besides, having come this far, Kaler shouldn't have done anything unnecessary. With this thought in mind, he stood up and looked over. It was Ash who had been stunned earlier.

Amidst the even more severe sparks flying, a hand passed through Kaler's chest from behind and was holding his gear tightly in its palm. At the same time, Kaler's injuries worsened and he was bleeding from all seven orifices like a devil. The true face of the attacker was revealed behind him... It was Ash's own face.

"Wright!" Ash, alarm bells ringing in his heart, was now truly in a difficult situation. "Histim sent you to collect the forces so quickly? Too impatient! Are you guys giving up on the front lines?... No!"

As mentioned earlier, Ash was quite impressed by Light, who was said to have inherited all of his fond memories and always looked like a saint, as if in sage mode. But the guy in front of him, with his face on his shoulders, looked nothing like a saint—that is to say!

"You are—Daxter!?"

As Ash, who had defeated the opponent himself, he didn't want to admit this possibility. But there is a saying that goes, when you eliminate all impossibilities, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, is true.

"Hehe..." Dust, holding the gear firmly in his palm, remained silent, looking around at the fragments of his dream, revealing his signature madness. "You're such an idiot! You should just continue in this decadent bliss!"

"If you don't want to, then give this to me as well--!" Dust was still not satisfied after saying that, and continued to aim at Ash's "Ashes Driver" with the hand that pierced his chest, vowing to get this too!

"roll."

However, someone's sneak attack was even faster than his.

"Prim?"

The girl suddenly appeared beside Ash like a phantom, and with a cold expression, she retaliated by punching him with a fist filled with the power of annihilation. Dust pulled back his arm and couldn't help but be amazed when he saw his bare palm.

"Tsk tsk, how on earth did you tame this beast?"

"Ash, I'll get it back for you right now!" Without further ado, Prim soared into the air and kicked behind Kaler, intending to retrieve the stolen team gear as well. But the flying kick, which he thought was a sure thing, went straight through the opponent's body?

"Sorry, it's too late and I've already left. Originally, all I wanted was this key, so just consider it a greeting gift from you."

"Ash—!"

The familiar warmth hugged him from behind, creating distance between him and the remaining image of the enemy. Yashu and Prim, equally incredulous, looked at this madman who had come back from the dead.

"Why..."

"What?" Before Ash could even respond with a question, he taunted her. "You're uncomfortable in Hell, so you came back here to die again?"

Regardless of how he was resurrected, there were countless examples of people winning the resurrection match in this multiverse for various reasons. All Ash had to do was beat him back the next time he showed up!

Now he has this confidence.

"As the only universally adaptable person, relying on the system bound to you, you've been reborn countless times in an infinite world, doing whatever you want. Ash, this is you." The man, whose figure gradually dissipated, spoke incomprehensibly, with no intention of continuing the argument with Ash. "Such a person, such a you."

"The final ending will definitely not be a happy ending. It will definitely be what the sinners deserve... Hehehe! Hahahaha!"

The villain who had spoken harshly disappeared, and the existence that was worthy of being the target of their anger was also gone. No one cared about the meaning of those trash words, because there was a problem that was right in front of them.

"Prim...you're resurrected?"

Everyone's eyes were focused on the "girl" who was attached to Ash's back like a phantom.

Chapter 273: The reason for fighting is all here!

"Puka?" Having transformed herself into a healing cradle, burying the fallen Pretty Cures within, Puka was startled by her "other self" as soon as she arrived. "Puka? Prim? Prim... Puka?"

Pointing at the being in front of him with the same face as his own, and then pointing at himself with the same doubt, Puka, with his ears trembling, was almost confused by himself.

"Puka, how is everyone doing?"

"Puka... Honestly, it's not very good. The remaining strength I have is just enough to keep their wounds from getting worse."

"I understand. Send it back immediately. I will perform the surgery myself later."

After making all these arrangements, Ash returned his gaze to the "person" beside him. To be honest, when he learned that Prim had also sacrificed his life to save him, he felt regretful and mixed emotions. He didn't expect to meet him again in this situation not long after. For Ash, it was really a very delicate situation in many ways.

"I'm a Universal Qualified Person, not a New Type." He, too, hadn't expected this before, which was why he was surprised. "Where did this backstage setting come from?"

"..." Even though his true form was a miraculous monster, Prim, numbing under the intense scrutiny, rubbed his arms and averted his gaze, offering a thought-provoking answer. "To save him, I gave away my life and strength, becoming one with him."

"Perhaps because of this, when he transformed into the infinitely powerful 'Masked Rider Ash', the part of me that hadn't been absorbed into his body was also affected... But these are only temporary."

Yes.

Turning his gaze to the remaining part of Kaler on the ground, whether it was Catherine before or Prim now, they were actually drawn back to this world by his power. Once he was completely dead and his power was removed...

"Puka...still have to say goodbye to Prim, how sad, isn't it, Puka..."

"We'll talk about that later. This guy can't just die now."

Without waiting for Ash to say anything, Prim, with a cold expression, inserted his hand directly into the other's chest, transferring energy to him in an attempt to forcibly wake him up.

Compared to the speed at which life slips away, even supreme power is a drop in the bucket. Prim certainly does not intend to maintain his own survival in this way.

"Heh—" Kaler sneered as he slowly opened his half-closed eyelids. "You don't even have the respect to let people rest in peace... How can you still be considered a righteous partner..."

"I'm not righteous, nor am I a friend." Prim, his face icy and unwavering, continued to force his spirits to stay strong. "Ash wins, you lose. As the loser, you must fulfill the winner's conditions and tell us everything you know about that person."

Such a simple and direct way of thinking—yes, this is very Supreme Angel-like! Besides the innocent-looking Pooka, both Yaxiu and Yaxiu wanted to give her a thumbs-up.

"How would I know about something like that... cough!" Kaler, seemingly unwilling to answer, coughed, his eyes flickering as if remembering something. "Then let me ask you, Ash... Did you know that before we were created... there was a metal hero version of 'Ash'?"

"I know. It seems he ran away and rebelled because he didn't meet the standards, and was dealt with by Dust."

"Maybe that metal hero isn't dead yet... or maybe he's just resurrected? Hehehe cough cough cough——"

Anyone who has heard this can see that after Kaler burned to death, nothing was left except for a few minor fragments.

That’s about it, time to meet up with everyone.

"..."

In the end, Kaler, who was a member of the team but ended up like this because of his distrust of his teammates, and was finally called a puppet, found that he was not worried about dying in such a place where no one knew him.

"It's incredible... I remember back at the bar, I used to be envious of you, but I didn't really hate you that much."

“Similar people tend to attract each other, but you found something in Ash that was completely different from yourself.”

As Prim, who has walked a long way with Ash, is absolutely qualified to say such words.

"Then in that instant, kindness turned to hatred. The gap between the two was not as big as I imagined."

Prim understood, she understood very well.

"Don't pry into other people's hearts casually - ahem, I don't have any of that kind of stuff left on me..."

"Ash, hurry up—we need to leave!"

His vision gradually blurred as he could see Puka leading the Pretty Cures, beckoning everyone to leave. Memories flooded back like a tide, overturning his final thoughts. As part of all the painful memories he had acquired, the pain of each final parting with them was as clear to him as if it were yesterday.

So, Ash, don't you love them very much?

"Hahahaha... We gave you everything you wanted and needed, but you actually rejected it in the end... You're such a vile, shameless, and capricious person..."

So, Ash, there's a question I asked you that I'd like to know in the end. I asked you this when we first officially met, but you didn't have an answer for me back then!

"Everyone has reasons to stop us...but you don't - Ash!" The coughed-up blood foam spread out rusty spots on the ground, and Kaler questioned him with his last breath.

The electronic eye behind the eye socket flickered with the words: "Ash, what are you fighting for?"

"..."

"Ash, what are you fighting for now—"

The final question, uttered with all his might, abruptly ended as his pupils dilated, leaving no time for an answer. Prim shook his head and pulled his hand away. The shattered form, without even a final, dull echo, mingled indistinguishably with the windswept fragments of dreams.

"I originally thought that as long as I kept fighting against things I didn't want to acknowledge, I could live with pride."

As the footsteps of others retreating gradually faded away, the man, whose shadow covered the wreckage that was no longer recognizable, raised the rustling hem of his pure white robe and spoke softly.

"As long as you live for pride, it doesn't matter when you die."

However, this is wrong. If your mind is filled with only such thoughts, that would be real misfortune.

These are the lessons that a few ordinary girls taught me.

"All of this was caused by the existence called 'Ash', including you and me who are caught in the vortex, and perhaps also people we know or don't know."

"Someone has to put an end to it."

"I've decided to fight for this."

Chapter 274 Prim: I don’t want to leave!!!

"Hope everyone is safe..."

After completing today's cleaning under the increasingly respectful gazes of the elves of the Kingdom of Night, the head maid "Nanase Yui", who was becoming increasingly adept at cleaning the castle, wiped the sweat from her forehead and clasped her hands together before beginning her daily prayer.

She wasn't calling on any god, she was simply praying for everyone's safety.

Originally, she had wanted to fight alongside Haruno Haruka and the others to help Ash. However, the King had also commented on how lonely it would be if everyone left, leaving this castle, a place filled with so many memories, empty. After weighing the pros and cons, Nanase Yui offered to take over the care of the castle.

In the past, she dreamed of creating a picture book dedicated to princesses. Now, she also dreams of creating a happy ending picture book that everyone can enjoy.

"So this can be considered as my battle... I will protect everyone's home, Xiaoyao! You must return safely!"

The IXA fist gun in her arms was getting slightly hot, but the girl didn't notice it. She was imagining the beautiful picture book content of the heroes' return. She opened her eyes and looked at the hall where many more people were.

It seems that there is no problem in making the content of the picture book appear in reality.

"Ash—king! And everyone!"

That's right! Although everyone looked utterly bewildered, and the few who were still conscious could only manage a forced smile in response, it was indeed just as she had prayed. Everyone had returned intact, no one missing! No, it would be more accurate to say that their numbers had actually increased!

"It looks like no one is falling behind."

"only!"

"Welcome home, King!"

Seeing his current head maid shed her past immaturity and show such a perfect and elegant appearance, Ash was happy for her and just raised his lips and opened his palm without saying anything.

"Go prepare the infirmary immediately. If it's still not enough, go and prepare some more spare rooms for me!"

"Of course!"

After receiving the order, the elf team led by the head maid began to arrange and act in an orderly manner. Although Puka, who was maintaining the strength beside them, was a little tired, he also looked eager to try.

"I'll go help Puka!"

"please!"

"I'm going to go find the other Pretty Cures who aren't in your harem." Ash, standing next to her, seemed to have other plans. "Most of them are probably on the battlefield with the other heroes right now, and I have something more important to ask of them."

Perhaps it was Kale's demise, or perhaps it was the spur of Dust's resurgence. After returning, a gloomy scowl settled between Ash's brows, but the determination in his eyes made him withdraw his hand from the question.

"Is that okay?"

"Ha, who else can you trust besides me~?" She raised her eyebrows jokingly and retorted. Just as she was about to leave, she seemed to remember something and suddenly turned around and pressed on Ash's shoulder as he was about to go to the operating room.

"Wait a minute, Pooka is using energy to maintain everyone's vital signs. The situation isn't critical." He lifted his fingertips and took off Ash's gloves. "But there's one patient..."

"Need special care?"

"One last special care is needed."

They both turned their gazes towards the shadows, towards the "person" who had remained silent since returning. The airflow from the open window lifted a piece of her clothing, as if it were a sigh that had not yet been completed.

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It was said that some humanoid animals, sensing the end of their lives, would withdraw from those around them, lying alone in an unknown place, and die in obscurity. This was a joke to Prim, who had always admired strength.

She never thought that one day she would become that joke.

Not to mention that someone came to me on their own initiative, which made the joke not funny at all.

"It's almost over, but you still have something to ask me?"

The power of "Cure Supreme" strongly maintains her existence, but after Kaler went offline and lost the source of maintenance, being able to maintain it until she can accompany everyone back home is almost the limit.

What's left is only enough time for one Ultraman battle.

"That's why I'm asking because it's almost over."

Looking at the man who had come to her, she had said before that she would settle accounts with him later and that she had a lot to say. But when they met face to face, she found that she had nothing to say except for the endless reminiscence of the passionate love and the little happiness left from the wedding.

"In the past, we were both newlyweds madly in love, and at the same time, we were enemies who had to defeat each other. It was a joke."

"Can old enemies become husband and wife?"

"Who says we can't?"