Knights: The journey of support starting with Faiz

Inside the wards of St. John's Medical School, the smell of disinfectant was pungent.

A man suffering from a serious illness lay in his hospital bed, looking at his autistic son who was sitting in the corner playing with building blocks, his eyes filled with reluctance and worry.

He knew his days were numbered, but he was unable to leave his son any final words of advice.

Suddenly, a soft light illuminated the entire room.

An invitation card, shimmering with a faint light, appeared before the man; the words on it flickered.

"You have a special invitation from the realm of consciousness. Will you accept?"

The man reached out with trembling hands, his fingertips touching the invitation, and then he disappeared from the hospital room.

His son, however, remained engrossed in playing with the blocks, as if nothing had happened.

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The ocean of data in the space of consciousness rippled gently.

Baosheng Qingchang slowly opened his eyes, the pungent smell of disinfectant still lingering in his nasal cavity.

He tried to sit up, but found his limbs heavy, and the weakness brought on by the disease followed him everywhere.

All around were flowing data streams, and blue light intertwined into a web in the darkness.

The faint hum of machinery could be heard in the distance, and everything here made him feel both unfamiliar and uneasy.

... .... ...

"Welcome to the Consciousness Space, Baosheng Qingchang."

A calm voice came from behind.

Bao Shengqing turned around and saw Jiang Ye walking slowly towards him.

He was surrounded by a soft blue light, and behind him were three people with completely different auras.

Red Heart II, with his white hair and sharp eyes; Rick, dressed in a black outfit; and Setsuna, with her cool and aloof expression.

"Where...where am I? How did I get here?"

Bao Shengqing's voice was hoarse, as if there was shards of glass stuck in his throat.

He instinctively touched his chest, where the IV tube that had been inserted was now gone.

Jiang Ye nodded, his gaze scrutinizing her.

"This is the consciousness space, and you are the fourth member of the group."

Hongxin Er stroked his beard, looking Baosheng Qingchang up and down, his eyes full of suspicion.

"Him? There's not even the slightest energy fluctuation on him, let alone any combat ability. What help could he possibly be?"

Although Rick and Setsuna didn't speak, their expressions revealed the same confusion.

Chapter 236: Playing House

Baosheng Qingchang felt extremely uncomfortable under everyone's gaze.

He lowered his head to avoid eye contact, but the image of his son, Emu Hosho, suddenly flashed through his mind.

Memories flood back of those parent-teacher meetings I missed because of work.

Those cold responses to his son's enthusiasm, and the disappointed look in Emu's eyes at the end... guilt overwhelmed him.

Do you play games?

Jiang Ye's question interrupted his thoughts.

Baosheng Qingchang was taken aback and tried hard to recall.

"I used to play with it occasionally when I was a child, but I've been busy with work since I grew up and rarely play with it anymore."

He suddenly realized, "One Four Three," that the game was in his life.

It's like a forgotten corner, yet it's intricately connected to her son.

In the past, Emu would always excitedly tell him about the adventures in the game, but he would always give perfunctory answers.

Redheart Two snorted coldly.

"Playing games? We're fighting Killbus, not playing house!"

Jiang Ye raised his hand to signal Red Heart Two to calm down.

"Let him rest here for a while."

His gaze toward Baosheng Qingchang held a newfound understanding.

"It seems that a fourth energy bottle will not be produced for the time being, but there is no need to rush. There are more important things to do right now."

At this moment, Red Heart Two's expression suddenly turned serious.

He stepped forward, exuding an aura of authority.

"Jiang Ye, do you know the power of the Killbus? It's not something that can be resisted by individual strength alone. Once two Killbus merge, what will be born is a cosmic-destroying creature beyond conventional understanding!"

His gaze swept over everyone present.

"I doubt whether the people of this world are capable of resonating with that and unleashing that legendary, idealistic, destructive strike."

Jiang Ye remained silent for a moment.

"We have to try. If we fail, not only this world will suffer, but my world will suffer too."

He clenched his fists.

"The threat of Killbus is imminent, and we have no way out."

Bao Shengqing looked at Jiang Ye in shock. He never imagined that he would hear such terrible news as soon as he arrived in this unfamiliar space.

"But...can we really do it?"

He muttered to himself, his voice filled with uncertainty.

"As Kamen Riders, it is our responsibility to protect everyone's dreams."

Jiang Ye's voice was strong and clear.

"No matter how many difficulties lie ahead, we must not back down."

His gaze swept over Red Heart Two, Rick, and Setsuna in turn, finally landing on Kiyonaga Hosho.

“Everyone here has a unique mission. Baosheng Qingchang, perhaps you don’t understand your own value yet, but I believe you will eventually find your own strength.”

As Baosheng Qingchang looked into Jiang Ye's resolute eyes, a strange power surged within him.

He thought of his son, Yongmeng, a child who was always full of enthusiasm and hope.

If you give up on yourself, what right do you have to be a father?

"I...I want to try."

He raised his head, his eyes filled with unwavering determination.

"Even if I can't be of much help, I don't want to stand idly by."

Jiang Ye smiled with satisfaction.

"That's right. Rest well and recover your strength first. The time flow in the consciousness space is different from the outside world, so you can adjust your state here."

He turned to the others and spoke.

"We continue to study the rim system and energy bottles in preparation for the upcoming battle."

The steak sizzled on the stainless steel plate, glistening with oil, and the red wine sauce poured over it shone enticingly under the warm yellow light. Jiang Ye then placed a plate of sashimi garnished with edible flowers on the table, the whole process flowing smoothly and effortlessly.

Kiryu Sento stared at the exquisitely presented seafood pasta plate, the edge of his trigger unconsciously tapping lightly on the table in his palm.

"Was this really made from materials from ruins?"

“You’ll know after you try it.”

Jiang Ye untied her apron and wiped the thin layer of sweat from the corner of her eye with her fingertips.

I couldn't contain myself any longer, so I grabbed a knife and fork and cut into the steak. The aroma of the meat juice mixed with black pepper immediately filled the air.

He stared wide-eyed, his mouth full of bloodshot meat. The meat chunks burst with rich, meaty aroma between his teeth, the crispy skin and tender interior creating a wonderful texture.

"This tastes...how can it be even better than what I've had at fancy restaurants?"

Zhan Tu twirled the spaghetti onto his fork and put it in his mouth. The sweet and sour taste of the tomato meat sauce and the chewy noodles exploded on his taste buds, and fragments from deep in his memory suddenly surged up.

One late night, while working overtime, he wearily pushed open the office door. On the table was a plate of pasta like this, with a sticky note next to it.

Chapter 237: Interesting Weapons

Even genius physicists need to eat on time.

At the time, he thought it was Misora's thoughtfulness, but now, looking at Jiang Ye's faint smile, his throat suddenly tightened.

"In another world, we fought side by side for three years."

Jiang Ye poured freshly ground coffee into a bone china cup; fine oil floated on the surface of the dark brown liquid.

"You like to add three spoonfuls of sugar to your coffee. I hate carrots but love carrot cake."

He pushed the coffee decorated with latte art in front of Zhan Tu.

"Even the latte art pattern is a formula shape designed by you."

Ebert quietly cut the foie gras on his plate, his scarlet pupils reflecting the flickering candlelight.

Unlike Zhan Tu and Long, I wolfed down my food.

He ate slowly and deliberately, the silver cutlery clinking against the porcelain plate with a crisp, rhythmic sound.

Jiang Ye watched his movements and suddenly spoke.

"The Ebert I know from 07, eating is just a necessary procedure to maintain bodily functions, and he would never show such...enjoyment."

The vampire monster paused for half a second, and the blueberry sauce it had picked up with the fork looked like congealed blood beads under the light.

"It seems that the 'me' in this world has been tainted by quite a few of humanity's worst traits."

He tilted his head back and drank the red wine in one gulp. As his Adam's apple bobbed, strange dark lines appeared on the veins of his neck.

"However, this 'humanization' might become an interesting weapon."

Jiang Ye met his gaze, her eyes filled with both scrutiny and expectation.

"I hope you will always remember the temperature at this moment."

However, this rare tranquility came to an abrupt end with the sharp crack of the steak knife hitting the ground.

The entire building suddenly trembled violently, the ceiling lights swayed wildly, and the red wine in the wine glasses surged like a raging torrent.

Jiang Ye's palm suddenly glowed with a blue light, indicating that his ability to reorganize matter had been activated.

The entire base emitted a metallic, rumbling sound as it rose from the ground at a visible speed.

When the building was suspended hundreds of meters in the air, the black substance that had been flowing out of the cracks in the ground had already swallowed up the spot where it had just been.

Ebert flicked crimson energy from his fingertips, which coiled around the surface of Pandora's Box.

The damaged box reassembled itself in a way that defied the laws of physics, with dark purple patterns twisting and turning.

The moment he took out the Evolution Driver, the light in the entire space was stained blood red.

Wan Zhanglong pulled down his goggles, and the belt around his waist emitted a piercing alarm.

"This aura... is even more terrifying than the previous Killbus!"

The blood mist washed over the windowsill like a living tide.

It solidified into a human shape on the ground.

On that face that looked exactly like Jiang Ye's, the corner of his mouth was torn to the ear, revealing a long, scarlet tongue covered with barbs.

"Weak crawlers, witness the arrival of the supreme being!"

He raised his hand and waved it lightly, causing space to shatter and countless fragments of memories to pour out from the cracks.

Design drawings in Sento's laboratory, and a photo of Ryuga and Sawa.