Starting with Firefly, Speedrunning the Worlds, Part 50

"So now the Desire Grand Prix had become a game of finding Sam of the Stellaron Hunters and taking back the Driver?"

After returning home, Kurama Neon immediately sold out Desire Grand Prix Operations and told Firefly everything.

She had Firefly notify Mr. Sam to watch out for Desire Grand Prix Operations and those Rider contestants.

After hearing this, Firefly found it somewhat interesting.

But she did not take it too seriously. At least for now, none of them could be called her opponents.

Even if they really found her, they would only be walking into their deaths.

"So it's not a problem?"

"Didn't you say the Stellaron Hunters had very few members, Firefly?"

Kurama Neon was a little worried. According to Firefly, there were many future people behind the Desire Grand Prix—not just the Operations staff, but also the audience. Would all those future people join in?

Could the Stellaron Hunters really stand against so many future people?

"The Stellaron Hunters do indeed have few members, but there's no need to worry. Dealing with them... won't be difficult..."

"Compared to the disasters caused by Stellarons, Desire Grand Prix Operations is nothing."

With the trump cards Firefly currently possessed—especially those she herself could not even control—she truly felt no pressure at all when facing those future people.

Instead, she was somewhat looking forward to it...

The point rewards for fighting those future people should be even higher.

Those future people could watch the show, but very few of them would truly dare to step into the arena.

Or there was Suel's case, where he made the audience part of himself after transforming.

But speaking of Suel, the Kamen Rider Regad Ω he transformed into had abilities that were indeed somewhat troublesome.

It possessed the power to enact the authority to destroy worlds, as well as the ability to accelerate and slow time, even reverse it and rewind it.

Against the power of time, ordinary attacks were difficult to make effective.

No matter what, it would not hurt to farm more points before facing Suel.

That way, she could obtain even more trump cards.

Compared to dealing with those future people, there was currently another place she needed to handle first. Its threat was far more immediate.

Firefly had not known its location before, because it had been concealed by Desire Grand Prix Operations.

But now that the Vision Driver was in her hands, she had already determined that place's location.

It was... the base where the Jamato were cultivated.

Before continuing to deal with Desire Grand Prix Operations, she would clear out that place first!

Destroying such a great menace would surely bring no small reward as well.

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Jamato Garden...

"It was hidden really deeply..."

Firefly stood atop a cliff in the mountains, looking at the completely abandoned city ahead.

Its location truly was excellent. Mountains and forests surrounded it on all sides, and the abandoned city was entirely enclosed by the surrounding woods.

Like a city in the mountains...

Combined with Desire Grand Prix Operations deliberately concealing its data, it would normally have been impossible to find this place. Even Firefly had not received the slightest clue before.

Otherwise, she would have destroyed this place long ago.

The Jamato were not something worthy of pity. Their existence was a threat to humanity—a monstrous one.

Fortunately, with the Game Master's Vision Driver, even the most hidden corners could be easily located.

Before Suel appeared, this thing truly was the lifeline of the Desire Grand Prix.

"There really isn't anyone around. Good, this will make things even easier."

She swept her gaze over the surroundings. This place was hidden and remote, simply the most suitable location for battle.

Without further thought, Firefly leapt from the cliff and jumped straight toward the ruined city ahead. After exchanging for a large amount of Path of Destruction Power, she no longer needed to transform into Sam. Her own strength had already reached a terrifying level.

Ordinary Jamato and Kamen Riders were no match for her at all.

As Firefly drew closer to the city ruins before her, the girl could clearly sense the dense aura of life and demonic power within.

The garden that cultivated Jamato was inside this ruined city.

Most of the city before her had already been completely overrun by Jamato plants, making it difficult to see its original appearance.

After Firefly entered, what sounded like the cries of infants echoed from within the abandoned city.

Hearing cries like those of a child, two light swords resembling ice crystals—the wings on her transformation device—appeared in Firefly's hands.

Even outside her Sam state, she possessed extensive combat experience and swordsmanship.

She slowly walked toward the sound, and then Firefly saw a scene that utterly disgusted her: an unknown plant was cultivating fruit-like Jamato heads.

Just looking at it made her sick.

And beneath the plant, buried in the damp, soft soil, were the remains of all kinds of people wearing Desire Grand Prix participant uniforms, along with the ID Cores representing their identities.

Most of them had not even been properly covered, merely tossed there.

With just one glance, Firefly spotted several cracked ID Cores still exposed outside.

One of them belonged to Kamen Rider White Bear...

A few of the corpses had not fully decomposed either. Their faces and features could vaguely be seen through the moist soil.

There were countless corpses and remains here, enough to make anyone recoil.

These people had chosen to participate in the Desire Grand Prix for their own wishes. After paying with their lives, they ultimately became nourishment for the Jamato.

They gave birth to the very Jamato they had fought with their lives.

How tragic.

This was the Desire Grand Prix...

From beginning to end, they had stood high above everyone else, treating this world they saw as the past—and humanity—as toys and game pieces.

Trampling upon the dignity of human nature...

Logically speaking, as a weapon designed for interstellar warfare, Firefly had long grown accustomed to death. She had personally erased an incalculable number of lives.

She should have long since felt nothing toward death.

Yet for some reason, the moment she set foot in this filthy place, she still felt as though countless wronged souls were wailing.

The corpses used here to cultivate Jamato were all former Desire Grand Prix contestants who had been eliminated by the Jamato.

Some of them were purely evil people who had become Kamen Riders for power, fought the Jamato, and ultimately became nourishment here.

But there were also many idealists like Sakurai Keiwa. They had fought the Jamato with ideals of justice and preserving peace.

Yet after battles in which they had staked their lives, this was the result they received...

A place like this should not exist in this world.

It should be destroyed!

"Perhaps this is also one of the meanings of walking the Path of Destruction!"

Thinking this, Firefly raised the swords in her hands.

The Path of Destruction blossomed at that moment, instantly making the sky feel oppressive. The newborn Jamato being cultivated all around sensed death approaching and began to thrash wildly.

They struggled in their final moments.

Having absorbed the nourishment of countless contestants, this new generation of Jamato could already think and possessed emotions and thoughts of their own.

Naturally, they were unwilling to die before they were even born.

But it was all useless.

"Weep for the dead!"

As Firefly's sword fell, destruction swept through the plant cultivating the Jamato. Together with the surrounding buildings and land, it was reduced to nothingness.

Only then could they be considered at rest.

May we weep for the dead, our tears falling like rain, filling the river that carries souls across. Like a rising tide, may they lead you home.

While Firefly was taking action here, on the other side, Archimedel—the gardener devoted to the Jamato's future—was carrying a little watering can and tending to the Jamato he had carefully cultivated, humming a tune as he worked.

Many years ago, he had followed producer Nemeru's orders to modify the Jamato, and had diligently remained here ever since, cultivating these monsters.

Although Nemeru had warned him at the time that the consequences might become uncontrollable, Desire Grand Prix Operations would bear no responsibility. Archimedel had not taken it to heart at all.

The Jamato he carefully cultivated were beings born only to be defeated.

But over the years, at some point, Archimedel had begun to grow attached to them—to these Jamato.

Perhaps, in his eyes, each Jamato had been raised by his own hands, like his own children. Having experienced the role of a father, he naturally no longer wished for his children to become expendable pieces in the Desire Grand Prix.

So he resolved to create a world where the Jamato could be happy, while everyone else fell into misfortune.

And now, that possibility seemed increasingly likely. The opportunity was already right before him.

"Grow well, grow quickly..."