I'm really not Kamen Rider

“Poka!”

He broke away from the world created by the special technique, flew in the air and then fell heavily to the ground.

His body was filled with countless sparks, and he lifted the transformation at the moment when he was about to break.

Niram lay on the ground, and the calm expression on his face completely disappeared, replaced by heavy breathing and a weak body.

After the barrier completely dissipated, Tiandao knelt on his knees, covered his chest and appeared between heaven and earth with a bloody face.

There was still some blood on the driver in his hand, and the ninja fell to the ground, no one cared.

"You win." Niram covered his chest and gasped for breath, saying hatefully: "But don't forget, I'm just the producer of this game, the real masters will come soon!"

"Are you from some immortal sect? After the younger ones are beaten, the older ones come, one after another, endless." Tiandao spat out a mouthful of blood foam and stood up from the ground: "If you still don't accept it, you can try again!"

"No matter you or that master, don't think about taking Tsumuri from me!"

"I hope you can have such confidence when you face the desperate reality." Niram covered his chest and got up with difficulty. After taking a deep look at Tiandao who was kneeling on the ground, he picked up the driver on the ground and limped into the darkness.

Without the intention of looking back, he disappeared in front of Tiandao, making it difficult for the two bodies, which were severely injured in the fight, to continue.

In the field constructed by Xingtian's killing technique, the two who had no intention of taking action originally broke out in such a battle.

No one knows why they fought and why they fought to this extent.

The forbidden boundary of heaven and earth sealed all the secrets.

Only the two people in the boundary would understand what happened.

…

Suel moved quickly. Almost a few hours after Samas contacted him, Suel came directly from the future to this era and appeared directly at the location of the statue of the goddess of creation.

And here, Samas was like a statue, motionless, waiting here for a long time.

As soon as Suel came, Samas went to meet him and bowed his head respectfully.

"Mr. Suel."

"Samas, bring Niram back to me." Suel's voice sounded under the hood. Although it seemed to outsiders that it was just a robe and a piece of clothing moving, the invisible Suel did not exist.

"No matter what excuses he has, he is the producer of the Desire Grand Prix. He is a bit derelict in his duty as a game producer to sit back and watch the contestants do such things."

"Yes." Samas was originally a chess piece that Suel had placed next to Niram, and was an eyeliner to monitor Niram's every move.

In essence, this is his man.

So of course Samas obeyed his orders.

After Samas left, Suel turned his head and looked at the statue of the goddess of creation that he had created, especially the obvious cracks on the wings.

"The statue of the goddess of creation, which can still hold on for a while, has cracks at this moment..." Suel pondered: "Did anyone do anything?"

Suel, who was not in this era and did not supervise this area all the time, could only guess at everything that might happen when looking at the scene after the incident.

…

"Come on, Tendao."

Holding the cooked soup and sending it to Tendao's mouth with a porcelain spoon, Tsumuri sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over: "It's time to take medicine."

"Can you please not say such things to me in such a tone?" Tendao, who was lying on the bed, rolled his eyes: "I won't go to that extent."

Having said so, Tendao still opened his mouth honestly and enjoyed the tenderness brought by the goddess.

You should know that when he was still in the world of Kuuga, he was very envious and jealous every time he was injured and could only watch the fifth generation who was carefully taken care of by Sakurako.

Now that he finally has the same scene and the same treatment, he has to enjoy it first.

"You had a fight with Niram last night." Tsumuri asked while feeding him: "As long as the game manager's belt is still in your hand, the Grand Prix can always lock your position, and you can't escape."

"It's useless even if I throw that thing away." Tendao shook his head, leaned forward slightly, and stretched out his hand to touch Tsumuri's delicate collarbone without hesitation.

Feeling the delicate skin on his fingertips, Tiandao went up and touched Tsumuri's neck with his fingertips.

The one worn on Tsumuri's snow-white and slender neck was just an accessory of clothing.

A black collar made of knitting.

"Tsumuri contestant?" Tsumuri asked.

"The relationship between you and me has developed to the point where we are so close, and you are indifferent?" Tiandao sighed: "Don't you feel uncomfortable wearing this?"

"This?" Tsumuri was puzzled as she reached out and touched the collar on her neck: "This is something that I was born with this outfit, and was born with me. Why should I feel uncomfortable?"

"Because you should feel uncomfortable." Tiandao answered quite straightforwardly: "Because this is like a collar that binds you tightly."

"Even if this is something you are born with, is it right to be born like this?"

Tian Dao did not remove the collar for Tsumuri, because it was a meaningless act.

"Is it right to be born like this?" Tsumuri touched her neck: "Of course, this is my duty."

Tian Dao exhaled, and he knew that this would be the answer.

The hand touching her neck also dropped, but at the moment when it was about to drop, it was picked up again.

Tsumuri, who put down the bowl and spoon, clasped Tian Dao's hand with one hand, picked it up again, opened its five fingers one by one, and put it on her neck.

"Is there anything else you haven't said?" Tsumuri asked.

"...Don't have any emotions other than hatred for me, Tsumuri." Feeling the delicacy and temperature in his palm, Tian Dao's fingers slightly exerted some force between his palms.

Tsumuri hummed, and as expected, she showed an uncomfortable expression. Her raised eyebrows made her look more beautiful and moving, and gave people a feeling of pity.

A pair of eyes narrowed because of some sadness were filled with mist-like flowing weakness. Just looking at her eyes, you can feel that they seem to be able to speak.

Tiandao unconsciously loosened his hand, and the slightly applied force dissipated.

He was very sure of his hobbies, but he couldn't continue to treat a girl like this, and he owed her something.

"There is only a simple relationship of use between us, and you are here just because I don't want to hand you over to the people of the Desire Grand Prix, that's all." Tiandao released the hand that was holding Tsumuri's neck and said coldly: "You don't know how important you are."

"So no matter what, I won't let you go to anyone." Tiandao retracted his gaze and didn't look at the expression on Tsumuri's face: "You can only stay by my side."

After coughing a few times, Tsumuri covered her neck and lowered her head, so she couldn't see the expression on Tiandao's face at this moment.

However, Tiandao couldn't see the strange expression on Tsumuri's face at this moment when she lowered her head.

Is this... a declaration of wanting to occupy herself alone?

From the moment she was born, she lived for the Grand Prix of Desire. This was her duty, and Tsumeli also believed that she would always be like this.

But Tiandao's overbearing words at this moment, bluntly expressing that she only belonged to him, also brought Tsumeli an unprecedented and wonderful mood.

She couldn't describe her heart at the moment in words, nor could she understand what this mood was like.

But she knew that she didn't hate this declaration that she was listed as someone's property.

It's better to say that she was born for the Grand Prix of Desire, but at this moment she felt a little happy that she would belong to someone.

"Knock knock!"

Just when the two were silent and fell into a strange atmosphere, such a voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Is anyone there? Take the express."

The two who were suddenly disturbed raised their heads together, looked at each other first, and then looked at the door together.

At this time, what express could come?

Thinking of this, Tiandao stood up, walked to the door and opened it, but found that the expected courier did not exist. There was only a box sealed with tape in front of the door, indicating someone's visit.