The power of belief was a mysterious thing.
Especially in worlds like Ultraman World or Kamen Rider World.
One moment, someone might be sunk in despair, thinking life amounted to nothing. Why was I alive? What was I living for?
Ah, I have no dreams, nothing to protect. What am I even living for? Might as well die.
But the next moment, his whole body would jolt. An epiphany would pour into his heart from somewhere unseen, and brilliant light would burst forth, illuminating mountains and rivers.
Then he would understand his dreams, what he wanted to protect, and why he was alive.
This beach—I'll protect it!
And then his power would explode, climbing higher and higher.
Ignoring the gap in the numbers, a Rider with one ton of punching force could knock down a Villain with fifty tons of strength, or even a hundred.
More outrageously, one punch could blow up a planet.
Of course, there was no such thing as the most outrageous. Things could always get more outrageous.
Kamen Rider World could get pretty absurd.
Because dreams gave them endless power!
In a world of immortal heroes, it would be like a Cultivation novice at the Qi Refining stage establishing his Dao Heart and understanding why he cultivated.
Then punching a Foundation Establishment Great Power to death.
Later, when he met a Golden Core Ancestor or a Nascent Soul Monster, he would reaffirm his Dao Heart.
And flatten them with another punch.
That was how ridiculous it was, but it was also what gave the world its character.
Of course, that kind of absurdity was surely limited to their own world.
If a Kamen Rider really crossed worlds and landed in a Fantasy world or a world of immortal heroes, then unless the crossing transformed him,
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