As Suel finished speaking, every screen in the sky vanished in an instant. Immediately afterward, hundreds of streaks of light shot across the heavens, randomly landing in the hands of those lucky individuals.
These were naturally Kamen Rider Drivers and transformation cores.
As far as Desire Grand Prix Operations was concerned, as long as they had sufficient resources, these Desire Drivers could be mass-produced.
Since this was a battle royale game, there naturally could not be merely twenty or thirty participants as before. There had to be at least three digits.
These Kamen Rider Drivers randomly fell into the hands of all kinds of people. Among them were good people, but there were bad people too!
Some were picked up by office workers on the street. Some were obtained by extremists who wanted to destroy the world. There were thieves, drivers, police officers, and bosses.
There was even a murderer who had just finished killing someone when a Driver landed before him.
Desire Grand Prix Operations did not care about the identities of the contestants. In fact, vile people becoming participating Riders was precisely the kind of plot those viewers who enjoyed hatred and misfortune loved to watch.
Once everyone picked up the Desire Driver in front of them in confusion, the rules of the Desire Battle Royale appeared before their eyes in greater detail.
There were no restrictions. They could do whatever they wanted.
Keep living until the end and become the sole winner.
This world was about to enter its apocalypse. Only by becoming the sole winner and gaining a chance to make a wish could they survive—or even become gods of the new world.
Through the Desire Driver, everyone could directly see their own rankings. The more Kamen Riders they eliminated, the higher their ranking would be.