kamen rider polar fox twins

Chapter 117 Everyone's Doubts

At a ramen stall.

Neelam sat quietly in his seat, waiting for the boss to serve him steaming ramen.

Samarth asked softly, standing next to Neelam with his hands folded on his belly.

"Lord Neelam, why have you been letting things go with Yusuke Aomura?"

Neelam didn't even look back, watching the boss' cooking method of ramen attentively, and replied quietly.

"It's none of your business."

Samas frowned, his expression a little serious.

"Lord Neelam, if you continue to let him go, he will become a game administrator and will know more information about the Desire Grand Prix."

"Why not veto his and Hidetoshi Ukiyo's wishes?"

The boss cooked a bowl of ramen and served it to Neelam.

"Guest, your face is ready."

Neelam clasped his hands and said politely: "I'm starting."

Neelam took out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick barrel and picked up a handful of noodles.

“It’s my decision who becomes the game warden.”

Samas took a step forward and asked in confusion.

"If you let Aomura Yusuke be free, you should at least veto Ukiyo Hidetoshi's wish. What if he becomes the God of Desire in the end?"

Neelam swallowed the noodles in his mouth, with a satisfied smile on his face, picked up a piece of barbecued pork and said lightly.

"Him? Play the long game and catch big fish. He also has secrets, doesn't he?"

"Why did he say his mother was Mitsume?"

Samas said thoughtfully and doubtfully.

"Yes, normally this is impossible."

Neelam turned to look at Samarth and said expressionlessly.

"It would be okay if it was a lie by the fox, but if it were true, he would become a being who shakes the rules of the world."

Samas nodded and asked.

"If it were Lord Yusek, would he know something?"

"Do you want to ask Mr. Yusek?"

Neelam's hands paused, and his eyes flashed, as if he was thinking about something.

A shout pulled him out of his thinking state.

"Uncle! Same old thing! Let's have a bowl of the best ramen!"

Yusuke Aomura opened the curtain and sat at the booth.

Matsuura Bunta raised his head and saw Yusuke Aomura, with a big smile on his face and said enthusiastically.

"Brother, you're here again, but you haven't been to my stall for a long time."

Yusuke Aomura smiled slightly and chatted familiarly.

"I've been a little busy lately. Why don't I come see you when I have some free time? I miss your specialty ramen very much."

Matsuura Bunta laughed heartily a few times, tightened the headscarf on his head, and rolled up his sleeves.

"Don't worry, come to your uncle's place, I guarantee you will be satisfied with the meal."

After saying that, he started cooking ramen.

Samarth on the side saw Yusuke Aomura appear and his expression changed. Seeing that Nilam didn't respond, he had to stand aside silently.

After Nilam tasted the delicious barbecued pork, he turned to look at Yusuke Aomura.

Feeling Neelam's gaze, Aomura Yusuke just glanced at it and ignored it.

Thanks to Ukiyo Hidetoshi, Aomura Yusuke is also well known to ordinary citizens, and it is common for him to be recognized on the street.

However, it seemed like it was the first time to be recognized by a man, especially an urban elite wearing a suit.

Neelam looked at Aomura Yusuke for a while and said softly: "Do you come to this store often?"

What's going on with this rather familiar tone?

Aomura Yusuke was puzzled in his heart, but remained calm on the surface.

"Well, uncle's craftsmanship is very good. You can try it more if you have the chance."

Matsuura Bunta laughed, raised his head and said.

"Brother, based on your words, I will give you some extra ingredients."

Yusuke Aomura smiled and said, "Uncle, you don't need me to promote this store."

Matsuura Bunta smiled confidently, "That's right, I think back then..."

Bunta Matsuura began to talk about what happened to him back then. Nilam looked at Yusuke Aomura with a smile on his face, lowered his head and took a bite of noodles.

"It is indeed delicious."

After eating ramen, Aomura Yusuke got up and walked towards home.

After walking not far, Yusuke Aomura turned around and said calmly.

"Follow me what to do?"

Neelam took his hands out of his pockets and placed his fingers on his chest.

"Introduction, my name is Neelam, the operations manager of the Desire Grand Prix."

Aomura Yusuke looked at Neelam, with an imperceptible thought flashing in his eyes.

"What does this have to do with you following me?"

Neelam took two steps forward and spoke eloquently.

"I just happened to meet him and came to say hello."

"After all, you are the hottest star in the Desire Grand Prix."

Yusuke Aomura sneered, "It turns out that the managers of the Desire Grand Prix also come out to eat at roadside stalls."

Neelam said with a smile: "Of course, this is to pursue authenticity."

This was something that Yusuke Aomura couldn't handle, so he repeated in confusion.

"Pursue truth?"

Neelam nodded and said excitedly.

"For example, it feels like sitting at a roadside stall and eating a bowl of hot ramen in cold weather!"

Neelam closed his eyes, raised his head slightly, and looked a little intoxicated.

Yusuke Aomura felt that this man named Neelam was a little mentally disturbed. No normal person would call this feeling real.

“Reality should be what you experience, not what you experience.”

"What you experience is just a temporary state."

Neelam's expression darkened and he stared into Aomura Yusuke's eyes.

"So, is everything you're going through now real?"

Yusuke Aomura nodded calmly, "Of course."

Neelam asked with a serious expression: "Are you real?"

Yusuke Aomura still remained calm, "I am who I am."

Neelam's expression changed and he smiled again.

"Looking forward to your performance in the Desire Grand Prix, please continue to work hard."

After speaking, he turned and left.

Samarth followed Neelam and looked back at Yusuke Aomura. He didn't understand why Neelam came over to say this to Yusuke Aomura.

Yusuke Aomura didn't take this matter to heart. He just thought he had met a weirdo. He recalled the conversation in the Hall of Desire after the game.

"I wonder if Namao asked anything."

……

Sakurai Keikazu complained as he rubbed his shoulders.

"Why does the thruster buckle hit me every time?"

Kurama Neon heard Sakurai Keikazu's complaint and rolled her eyes with a smile.

"Maybe it's because Jinghe is very lucky and keeps drawing it. It's showing that it likes it."

Sakurai Keihe said confusedly: "Is that so?"

Azuma Taoist Priest chuckled from the side and said, "This can be regarded as a side effect of your luck."

The instigator and user of the propeller buckle, Ukiyo Hidetoshi, crossed his arms and smiled without saying a word.

After all, he used the thruster buckle the most. Almost every time the thruster buckle hit Sakurai Keikazu, he was there, and it was always related to him.Zimli bowed slightly to everyone and said with a smile: "Players, please wait for the next call~"

Sakurai Keikazu raised his right hand, just like a primary school student raising his hand to speak in class.

"Wait a minute! Well, Zimli, which platform is the Desire Grand Prix broadcast on? It doesn't seem to be available online."

Zimli smiled slightly and replied: "Yes, you can't see it on TV or the Internet."

Sakurai Keikazu said in confusion: "Then where did everyone watch the Desire Grand Prix from?"

Zimli smiled mysteriously, "Sorry, no comment."

After saying that, he left the Hall of Desire directly without giving Sakurai Keihe a chance to ask questions again.

Everyone showed puzzled expressions, not understanding what the Desire Grand Prix was hiding.

Isuzu Daichi touched his chin and said softly.

"Can only certain people see it? Chaebol? Government?"

Aomura Yusuke, Ukiyo Hidetoshi and Sakurai Keikazu set their sights on Kurama Neone. The three of them knew that Kurama Group was the sponsor of the Desire Grand Prix.

Kurama Niyin bit her lip and said softly: "I will go back and ask my father."

……

Yusuke Aomura raised his head and looked at the dark sky.

"No matter who you are, I will definitely close the Desire Grand Prix."

In the originally dark night sky, a star lit up, very faintly, but very conspicuous.

The front door of Kurama's house.

Kurama Neone looked at the door with complicated eyes and murmured.

"I'm just asking about the Desire Grand Prix, it's nothing."

The two bodyguards saw Kurama Nione and said respectfully.

"Miss, welcome home!"

Kurama Nione smiled and nodded, walked into the home, and then went directly to the study to find Kurama Guangsheng.

Kurama Guangsheng was sitting on a chair, busy processing documents.

Kurama Nione knocked on the study door and then walked into the study.

Kurama Guangsheng raised his head, saw Kurama Niyin walking in with a serious face, and said.

"What's wrong, Ni Yin, you are so serious, what do you want to say?"

Kurama Niyin asked seriously: "Dad, Kurama Group is the sponsor of the Desire Grand Prix, right?"

Kurama Guangsheng's expression was indifferent and he did not deny it.

"Well, you discovered it. She is indeed my daughter."

It should have been a happy or gratifying sentence, but Kurama Guangsheng said it coldly.

Kurama Neon, who had long been used to her father's indifference, continued.

"What on earth is going on with the Grand Prix of Desire?"

Kurama Guangsheng raised his body back, leaned on the back of the chair, and spoke in a gentle voice.

"You are participating, shouldn't it be clear? A live show in front of the audience."

Kurama Nione asked eagerly: "Who is the audience? Obviously there is no channel to watch whether it is TV or the Internet, where do the audiences come from!"

Kurama Guangsheng's eyes changed, and his sharp eyes gave Kurama a heavy sense of oppression.

"You only need to perform well in the Desire Grand Prix and become the God of Desire. You don't need to worry about other things, and you shouldn't worry about it."

"But……"

Kurama Nione opened her mouth and wanted to say something else, but was blocked in her throat by Kurama Guangsheng's glare.

"I still have things to do, please go out."

Kurama Niyin lowered her head and whispered: "Okay."

After Kurama Niyin left the study, Kurama Guangsheng's eyes were no longer as sharp as before.

"Ni Yin, this is all for the Kurama Group and for yourself. Become the God of Desire."

……

Sakurai's house.

Sarai Sakurai walked into Sakurai Keikazu's room and saw Sakurai Keikazu tinkering with his tablet, and asked curiously.

"Jinghe, what are you doing?"

Sakurai Keikazu quickly put the tablet on the table and said hurriedly: "Nothing, sister."

Sakurai Sara narrowed her eyes slightly, looked at Sakurai Keikazu suspiciously, and then said seriously.

"It's okay, Jinghe. You've grown up too. My sister won't care about you. Just don't watch her too often."

Sakurai Keikazu nodded. He was about to say that his sister was considerate, but suddenly he realized the ambiguity in Sakurai Sara's words.

"What! Sister, what are you talking about! I'm just checking something!"

Sara Sakurai nodded, showing an 'I understand' expression, "King and you, please check it out slowly."

After that, he closed the door and left.

Sakurai Keikazu put his head on the desk in distress and was about to pick up the tablet when Sakurai Sara opened the door again and stuck his head in.

"Jinghe, don't check too late, go to bed early."

Sakurai Keiwa turned around and shouted loudly: "I know! Sister!"

Sara Sakurai closed the door, and this time she really left.

Sakurai Keikazu locked the door and picked up the tablet.

"I really can't find it at all. Who are those viewers?"

……

Hidetoshi Ukiyo stood on the rooftop, flipping the coins in his hand and looking into the distance.

"Mother, I'll find you soon. It's time for the reincarnation of more than 2000 years to come to an end."

Aomura Yusuke's indifferent words broke into his mind, and Ukiyo Hidetoshi clenched the coins in his hand.

"Mother, am I so obsessed with you that I am really numb to life."

……

Inside the evil demon's shed.

"what!"

"ERROR"

Sumida Souto was knocked to the ground by the electric current emitted by the Desire Drive, and a broken ID core fell to the ground.

Beloba curled her lips and said unhappily: "Tsk, it seems that even if it is broken, there will be no loopholes."

"Then how can I get your ID core back?"

Sumida Kanto got up from the ground and looked at Beloba with resentment.

"Are you kidding me?"

Belloba looked at Sumida Soutou arrogantly and said lightly.

"You were eliminated, who's to blame? I gave you another chance to compete. If you can't come back as a player, then you can come back as a demon disciple."

Sumida Soutou frowned, "You want me to turn into such a monster?"

Archimedes said unhappily: "What monsters! They are all my precious children!"

Sumida Kanato turned his head to the side and said, "Tch."

Beloba took out a Demonic belt buckle and Demonic ID core, her eyes flashing with the joy of playing with the toys.

"Want to try? It may be painful, but it is also very powerful. You should have seen it."

Sumida Souto recalled the last time he was shocked and refused.

"No, I can't use that at all."

Beloba put down what she was holding in disappointment, holding her chin with her right hand, and flicking her index and middle fingers on her face.

"How do I get your ID core?"

……

in a room.

Casper sat alone on the sofa and took out a card from his coat pocket.

The outside of the card is a transparent shell, and inside is a black pattern with a torn paw print printed on it.

"Did you expect the changes in the Desire Grand Prix? Yusek."

(End of this chapter)