Watching the Kamen Rider army—
The charging monster army froze in place as if someone had hit pause on a videotape.
The terror of once being ruled by the Kamen Riders, the memories etched into the depths of their genes and data, rose to the surface once more.
In response, there was only the roar of engines, the crisp ring of weapons leaving their sheaths, and killing intent rushing straight at them.
Without the slightest hesitation, the Kamen Rider army charged toward the monsters.
As Kamen Rider 1 and 2 passed Zhang Qi, they nodded at him.
Then the two big brothers of the Showa era crashed into the densest monster formation from opposite sides like two green cannonballs.
Watching their backs, Zhang Qi could not help but feel emotional.
This time, they were no longer fictional data, nor were they temporary summons.
They were Takeshi Hongo and Ichimonji in person—
Tsukasa Kadoya's journey had recorded and preserved the core data of every destroyed world, every defeated Rider, and every ruined world.
They were genuine heroes returned from history.
"Alright, time to wrap this up."
Zhang Qi withdrew his gaze and handed the thick stack of cards back to Tsukasa Kadoya. "Clean up your own mess."
Tsukasa lowered his head, looking at his hands stained with dust and blood, then at the stack of cards.
The images of the Riders on the cards had not disappeared—
He raised his head and looked toward the battlefield, which had already descended completely into chaos. Red Kuuga, blue Agito, silver Faiz—
The figures he had once defeated were now fighting to correct this flawed world.
What was he? A destroyer of worlds? Or a bridge connecting them?
Perhaps he was both.
Complex emotions churned in his chest. Without further hesitation, he drew out