After nightfall, Wang Xiaoming lay in bed, quietly studying a Soul Beast illustrated guide.
"Wind-Chasing Ghost Leopard, swift as lightning. Most of the Soul Skills it provides are speed-based, making it suitable for Soul Masters with speed-type Beast Martial Souls to absorb..."
"Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo, known for its toughness. Its Soul Skills may involve pole-vaulting or summoning bamboo shoots, making it suitable for Soul Masters with plant-type Tool Martial Souls to absorb..."
In truth, he had no idea what kind of Soul Ring he should look for and absorb.
That was because Decade was a real mystery.
It could accommodate and wield power from any system.
Whether it focused entirely on offense or defense, it was outrageously powerful.
If he had to describe it, it was a balanced all-rounder.
If it were another Rider, he could at least find some corresponding insect or something to absorb.
But there certainly wouldn't be a Soul Beast resembling a barcode on the Douluo Continent.
At that thought, he flopped onto the bed.
"Maybe... I should just find a few random bugs to absorb. Kamen Riders aren't picky anyway.
"I wonder if there are any Soul Beasts related to time on the Douluo Continent. If I find one, I can turn into Zi-O and play around..."
Just as that thought crossed his mind.
A faint sound like something bumping into something else suddenly came from within the room.
"Who's there!?"
Wang Xiaoming instantly sat up on guard, a Decade transformation card held between his fingers.
It was something he hadn't shown Ning Fengzhi and the others.
He could always say later that he'd figured it out himself.
He quickly jumped out of bed and walked barefoot toward the hall, one step at a time.
The sound had come from over there.
He usually didn't have servants stay in his rooms, lest they discover his little secrets and spread them around.
The front hall was silent, without a single lamp lit.
Even so, by the faint light spilling out of the bedroom, he could tell that something in the hall had changed.
A strange object had appeared on the table beside the main seat.
It looked like a rectangular box.
Rather than going any closer, he pulled out Ning Rongrong's card, aimed it at the object that had suddenly appeared, and flicked it with his finger.
The card flew wildly through the air, traced an erratic arc, and landed back at his feet.
Wang Xiaoming: "..."
Now he couldn't even use a problem with the card as an excuse.
Ning Rongrong on the card seemed to be silently mocking him.
He couldn't be bothered to keep scaring himself, so he slid the card into the driver, ready to transform at any moment.
When he approached the table, he finally saw what the object was.
It was an old magenta camera.
The moment he saw that color, Wang Xiaoming's heart settled completely.
He reached for the camera, and the instant his fingertips touched it, a faint mechanical voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
[Go forth and record, and reclaim the power that belongs to you...]
The voice lasted only an instant before vanishing.
Then a map in the form of a screen of light appeared before Wang Xiaoming.
There were several points of light on it.
The points of light were scattered across the entire Douluo Continent.
Nearly all the places were ones he knew well.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Suotuo City, Spirit City, the Star Dou Great Forest, and so on...
Wang Xiaoming had a feeling that those places probably represented the power he needed to reclaim. But a Martial Soul could only have ten Soul Rings in total... Did he need that much power?
Unless those things weren't all Soul Rings... but something else.
After studying it for a while, he discovered that the closest one to him was actually the crown prince's residence, where Xue Qinghe lived!
How strange that the crown prince's residence actually held power he needed.
He waved his hand, and the screen of light turned into a streak of light and flew between his brows, allowing him to examine it at will within his sea of consciousness.
At the same time, he learned what the camera did.
Its purpose was to recover scattered power.
Well, all he needed now was a suit, and he'd really become Wang Xiaoming.
After returning to his room, he was no longer in a hurry about the Soul Ring.
A red dot was waiting for him in the Soul Hunting Forest near Heaven Dou City as well.
So... he took out the Diendriver-his Second Martial Soul.
It hadn't been convenient to take it out and play with it during the day, but things were different now.
It was a deep-blue gun that felt heavy in his hand.
His two Martial Souls worked in tandem.
He could use the Diendriver to summon a copy of anyone he had defeated.
As for the cards, it could share the Decadriver's card case. At the same time, it could also summon puppets of people he had defeated or killed to fight for him.
Unlike Decade's forced control, the Diendriver's specialty was beating the opponent into a card and then forcibly controlling them.
Wang Xiaoming chuckled at that.
Keeping this thing as his Second Martial Soul had indeed been the right choice.
It was practically an Evil Soul Master.
Still, it wasn't without benefits.
He took out Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda card again, inserted it into the Diendriver, and gently pulled the slide.
[**Kamen Ride-**] [**Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda-!!**]
The next moment, a streak of light flew from the muzzle and landed on the floor of the room.
It was someone who looked about eighty percent like Ning Rongrong, holding a small seven-colored pagoda in her hands.
She only looked eighty percent alike because she was completely expressionless, nothing more than an emotionless puppet.
And right now, she was just a decoration.
Since Ning Rongrong had no Soul Skills, her puppet naturally didn't have any either. All she could do was throw the little pagoda at people.
The thought flashed through Wang Xiaoming's mind.
The very next moment, the "Ning Rongrong" in front of him threw the little pagoda, smashing a small dent into the wall.
Wang Xiaoming: "..."
Fortunately, Ning Rongrong couldn't see this. So the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was that hard.
Otherwise, she might very well want to switch to being a Battle Soul Master or something... That was her dream, after all.
Still, he'd better not tell her about this, lest Ning Fengzhi cough up blood and die.
Summoning this "Ning Rongrong" had directly drained a third of the Soul Power in his body.
As things stood, he could summon at most two puppets to fight.
Its initial ability was considerably simpler than Decade's, but just as powerful.
The only limitation was probably his own Soul Power.
The puppets he summoned were the same level as him. The stronger he was, the stronger the puppets he summoned would be.
The "Ning Rongrong" before him was an example: she had a Martial Soul, but no Soul Skills.
Partly because Ning Rongrong herself had yet to obtain any Soul Skills.
And partly because he had yet to absorb a Soul Ring and break through level ten.
In theory, there was no upper limit to this ability.
When he reached level ninety-nine, his opponents would have to face dozens of level ninety-nine Limit Douluo!