I want to become a Kamen Rider

'I know.'

A glimpse of silver caught my eye; it was still that face, but the silly smile was gone.

She stood up in front of him, glanced around at the empty space, and forced a playful smile:

"This is not only the boss's revolving lantern, but also Xiao Feng's heart. The reason why the boss appears here is because the boss lives in Xiao Feng's heart."

"Such cheesy pickup lines, you're not Xiao Feng, are you?"

Only his consciousness remained active, yet the girl before him could communicate with him without any difficulty.

"To be more precise, I am the clever Xiao Feng, while the one the boss usually sees is the silly Xiao Feng."

'That Mimasaka Kaze who seems to have come from the future to steal the Decade card?'

The girl gently shook her head, her silver hair swaying slightly against the pure white background.

"Wait a minute, Xiao Feng isn't from the future."

Strangely, he went from being only left with a lingering consciousness to now being able to move slightly.

The girl nestled naturally into his arms, offering no explanation whatsoever, and began to speak on her own:

"I've thought about it very seriously, what kind of life I want to live with my boss after everything is over."

"Since our boss has gotten involved with too many girls this time, we might as well escape to a place like Iceland or Mars. We can build a small house there, without having to face the sea or have spring flowers blooming. As long as our boss is there, that's enough."

"Our boss has always worked very hard, fighting with all his might, no matter which world he's in. So, let Xiao Feng reward him. Xiao Feng is very obedient and virtuous. Although he can't destroy an entire planet with one punch and doesn't have a lot of money, Xiao Feng loves our boss very, very much."

She rested her head on his chest, looked up at him, her eyes filled with longing.

"However, we still have to go through the normal process. Following the Japanese style, I'll confess to the boss while wearing a yukata and kimono under the fireworks display. Well, the boss is a tsundere, so I have to take the initiative. Then, the boss will accept my confession, and we'll snuggle together and exchange saliva under the fireworks. When we get back to the hotel, we'll exchange bodily fluids."

The girl's eyes sparkled as she spoke.

"If we have a boy, we must make him hardworking and upright. Without a doubt, after everything is over, the eldest will definitely become a terrible, idle person. Xiao Feng will have a hard time then, but it won't matter since he's the eldest. If we have a girl..."

She continued to make assumptions and then drew conclusions.

"It's best if there aren't any girls."

'Why? ’

"Because I was worried that it would take away the eldest brother's love."

'Is it okay if it's a boy?'

"It's okay if it's a boy."

'That boy really has it tough. I think it's better for men and women to be more equal.'

The girl continued talking, but as she spoke, her smile faded, and water droplets slid down her face and onto the ground.

"Xiao Feng has really tried his best. He has tried so many times and tried all sorts of methods. No matter what, he wants to go all the way with the boss."

'...'

"But Xiaofeng can't be a selfish woman, she can't cause trouble for the boss. The boss is there to protect the whole world, so..."

She took a deep breath, as if using all her strength, and made an extremely painful decision:

"Xiao Feng must return the things that were lent to Xiao Feng to the boss."

'...'

"Even if it's lonely for someone to disappear, Xiao Feng must give the future back to the boss."

Large tears rolled down her cheeks, and her voice was broken and fragmented.

A golden glow rose from the silver-haired girl's hand; she was crying very sadly.

Fan Kang stared in astonishment at the golden glimmer of light. The pitch-black fire had burned away everything he had ever known; he never expected this…

There's one more thing here.

He stared expressionlessly at the girl who had been talking and pouring out her heart, offering neither comfort nor wiping away the tears from her eyes; he simply watched it all unfold.

The girl noticed his calm demeanor and didn't blame him, but was just a little curious.

"Did the boss know from the beginning what was going to happen next?"

He nodded, and with the appearance of that golden glow, his limbs were able to move again.

"I once jokingly discussed with a guy named Sakuta Azusagawa that if my story were adapted into a game, I couldn't think of any selling points. All I could think of were endless monsters to fight and countless motorcycle parts to repair. In that case, it would most likely be canceled because players wouldn't buy it or vote for it. A more ruthless development team might even kill off all the characters for reasons like wanting to take revenge on society."

The girl tilted her head, tears streaming down her face.

"Boss is still suffering under the influence of Sister Yuyan, so we still have to use a game analogy at times like this. However, I think I understand now. Judging from the expression on your face, Boss, you've already gotten used to the tragedies that happen to you."

'Yes, I'm used to it.'

Over time, he had become accustomed to all sorts of tragedies that befell him, and he found it difficult to cry for himself anymore.

"That's good too. At least, the last time I saw our boss, he wasn't crying."

The girl's body began to transform from the edges into tiny, shimmering specks of light, like stardust scattered by the wind, gradually dissipating into this pure white space.

Unexpectedly, the boy reached out and placed his hand on her arm.

'Just a casual question, what are your reasons for liking me?'

"Xiao Feng couldn't explain why he liked the boss, but he knew very well that the boss was the reason he didn't like anyone else."

‘That’s it. ’

A second arm was placed on her shoulder, and the girl saw the golden glimmer dissipate and dissipate in the wind.

"Boss, are you crazy?"

'I'm not crazy.'

"You're still going to protect this world, aren't you?"

'It has nothing to do with that kind of thing.'

He raised his hand.

'I told you, didn't I? Since you've uttered so many complaints and made so many wishes, you should know that I told you, right?'

Golden flames enveloped her as the boy pulled her back.

"I became a Kamen Rider to end the tragedies that befall others."

Interlude 1 [Implementation]

The ruins left by Godzilla's rampage resembled clay sculptures ravaged by a giant god, devastated and deathly silent. Charred steel bars twisted and pierced the leaden-gray sky stained by radioactive dust, and mountains of broken concrete lay piled up, the air thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder, dust, and a faint stench of blood.

Even though Godzilla is gone, despair still seeps into every inch of the land like a cold tide, freezing the hearts of the survivors.

Most of the refugees managed to escape, but some were trapped in a dead end from the very beginning due to the shamelessness of politicians and the incompetence of bureaucrats.

People, like frightened birds, ran futilely through the ruins, crying out and digging.

A young mother knelt before the collapsed apartment building, scrambling through the cold concrete rubble with her bare hands. Her fingers were already a bloody mess. In her arms, she tightly clutched a small, blood-soaked body, barely breathing. Her heart-wrenching cries pierced the deathly silence of the ruins: "Baby...baby, wake up...look at Mommy...please..."

Not far away, an elderly man with white hair was struck on the forehead by a flying stone. Blood gushed down his deeply lined face, soaking his faded old clothes. He leaned blankly against a half-collapsed wall, his cloudy eyes unfocused, as if his soul had been ripped away by this sudden disaster, leaving only his body awaiting its end.

Then, golden, holy, and enormous feathers of light fell from the sky.

Many people have seen this light.

It did not come from legends, nor was it engraved on murals; it was a fire that lit up the long night in a corner of the shadows in the past.

It is a light that can soothe all the wounds and traumas of the world.

The collapsed buildings cannot be repaired, the damaged land cannot be filled, but the lives that are about to perish can be saved.

The sky... brightened.

It wasn't the kind of brightness where sunlight pierces through dark clouds. It was like countless enormous feathers, purely composed of golden light, falling silently from the smoke-covered sky, like the softest snowflakes.

The edge of the ruins.

The woman, huddled in the corner of the broken wall, tightly held the baby in her arms, whose body was already lifeless, cold, and stiff.

Her throat was already hoarse from crying, leaving only a silent tremor and empty eyes. Tears mixed with the dust on her face, washing two despairing streaks down her cheeks. She seemed to have merged with the coldness in her arms, falling into boundless darkness.

A huge feather of light, like a living spirit, gently drifted down and covered the woman and the baby in her arms. A warm golden light instantly enveloped them.

Immediately afterwards...

Tears seemed to be refilled in the woman's withered eyes, gushing forth once more, but this time, they were no longer the tears of despair. For the small, cold, stiff body in her arms trembled slightly. Then, a faint yet incredibly clear babbling sound pierced the deathly silence.

"Mother?"

The child's innocent voice was like heavenly music.

The woman looked down sharply, staring in disbelief at the infant in her arms, whose little face was contorted with tears as it began to breathe again. Overwhelmed with joy and the shock of finding what she had lost, she trembled violently. She held the child tightly in her arms and burst into a heart-wrenching yet vibrant wail, no longer a mournful cry, but a primal and powerful shout of life rekindled.

Not far away, the white-haired old man lay beside the rubble, a deep, bone-revealing wound to his forehead cut by flying stones. Blood stained half his cheek and silver hair, and he was barely breathing. Dust fell on him like a fine rain. The gruesome wound stopped bleeding, healed, and scabbed over at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only a faint red mark in the end.

The old man slowly opened his cloudy eyes, vaguely feeling the pain on his forehead disappear and the warmth flowing through his body again. He trembled as he raised his withered hand and touched his undamaged forehead. Cloudy tears silently slid down his face, filled with the bewilderment and gratitude of surviving a disaster.

Golden feathers of light, like a silent rain of redemption, sprinkled across every corner of the ruins.

Those trapped under the rubble, desperately awaiting death, found their fatal wounds quietly healing in the golden light; children suffocating from inhaling toxic fumes saw their pale faces quickly regain their color, and they began to cough and cry again; survivors, driven to madness by witnessing the deaths of their loved ones, cowered and trembled, their despair and hatred dispelled by the golden light, replaced by bewilderment and a glimmer of renewed hope…

That light illuminated the entire long night.

The city center ravaged by giant beasts.

The heavy concrete block was gently moved aside by a soft yet irresistible force.

A girl who once dreamed of ruling the world struggled to extend a hand, stained with blood and dust, from beneath a pile of cold rubble. She thought she had fallen into eternal darkness, her consciousness fading amidst excruciating pain and the chill of blood loss, the scent of death so clear.

However, when she struggled to open her heavy eyelids, what came into view was no longer a picture of hell, but... warm and sacred golden feathers falling from the sky.

A feather of light landed precisely on the back of her outstretched hand, and in an instant, an indescribable warmth surged through her entire body. The excruciating pain from her broken bones lessened, the dizziness from blood loss subsided, and her cold limbs once again felt the warmth of her flowing blood.

This is not an illusion; it is a real future obtained through the exchange of "future".

That man never prayed to God, never sought miracles; he simply raised his fist and stood there, time and time again.

Now, he's not standing there anymore.

She lay on her back amidst the ruins, staring blankly at the golden light that was falling from the sky.

The light illuminated her smoke-blackened face and azure eyes. A distant voice, the one that sustained her desire to "leave" something, resonated once more in her weary heart, accompanied by this sacred scene before her:

"Being a genius alone is not enough to become a hero. Conversely, even someone without any talent can become a hero as long as they persevere in upholding their beliefs."

Eleanor's lips moved silently, and tears welled up without warning, mingling with the dust on her face and sliding down her cheeks.

"Being a genius alone isn't enough to become a hero. Conversely, even someone without any talent can become a hero as long as they persevere and uphold their beliefs, right, Mom..."

She whispered silently, her voice hoarse and choked with sobs.

"But to achieve this, how many times would it take? How incompetent would someone have to be, how desperately would they have to work, how hard would they have to try, to finally come up with such a tender thought..."

Many of the crying stopped.

She looked up and saw a whole world restored and protected.

[Reminder at the end of the volume]

Given the few negative reviews of the branch ending A of Volume 1, which is indeed not well written, this is a special reminder.

It's actually optional; the author is just adding a side story that doesn't affect the overall plot...

That concludes the basic structure of Volume 1 up to Chapter 101... (￣┰￣*)

So, didn't I already remind readers at the end of Chapter 110 that those who don't like this kind of plot can skip it or wait to finish reading? (ORZ)

Volume Two is about capturing... scratch that, contracting different types of Godzillas to participate in the Knight Wars as contracted beasts...

[Two days later, this reminder will be moved to Chapter 101 to remind new readers ○|￣|_]

"Branch A" Seed / The World Where You Are Not (4K)

"The Day of the End" will be half a month later.

On the shore of Tokyo Bay, there is a high observation deck that was not directly destroyed by Godzilla's path.