I am a Kamen Rider in my world!

First, it was the noon sun, and villagers with big noses in robes were walking on the busy streets.The sound of battles could be heard from time to time from the training ground in the distance, and the nearby blacksmith shop was repairing and enchanting equipment for the soldiers who came in need of repairs and enchantments.

Everything was so harmonious, as if everything he was experiencing was an illusion.

Facing the familiar scene with a suffocating crowd of people, Ye Ming grabbed his head hard.

"I can't understand it anymore..."

The pain engraved in his memory still existed, but Ye Ming could no longer understand it.

As soon as he said these words, he was overwhelmed by the feeling of dizziness and vomiting, and fell to the ground on the spot.

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"Is the little guy okay? He suddenly collapsed in front of my blacksmith shop. Was it heatstroke?"

When he woke up again, he was in the blacksmith shop in the village. The blacksmith villager appeared in front of Ye Ming with a towel wrapped around his head and thickly wrapped body.

He was placed on a bed, and the ice pack on his forehead made him feel very cool and his mind was clear.

Worried about Ye Ming who suddenly collapsed in front of the store, the blacksmith not only took care of him, but also prepared a medicine box (containing healing potions) to put on the bedside.

He was discovered by the soldiers who were going out. When they saw Ye Ming collapsed, they hurriedly asked the blacksmith for help, and the blacksmith put him down without hesitation. Now the soldiers went to find doctors and villagers for help.

Ye Ming slowly stood up and sat on the bed. The ice pack fell from his head and landed on his abdomen.Wiping away the water droplets dripping down his bangs, he gritted his trembling teeth, not because of the coldness of the ice pack.What flashed in my mind was the light of the blade and him dying in blood.

I died three times.

The first time was when he was killed by the leader of the Ramblers in a war.

The second time, he was killed by the traitor Orson.

The third time, although it was ignored by the lazy author, the content is: I wanted to tell everyone that Orson was a traitor, but he was treated as a strange person and put in prison. Then the prison exploded, and he was also killed by the mutated monster in the prison. They were killed.

"what……"

There was a spasm deep in his throat, and Ye Ming, who was hugging his legs, couldn't stop his whole body from trembling.

Such fear and despair were something Ye Ming had never experienced before, who had been living an ordinary life so far.

I don’t want to think about anything anymore, and I don’t want to think of everything. I just want to hide in my shell and forget everything.

The memory he didn't want to recall revived vividly, making him want to spit out the uncontrollable passion directly from his throat.He was retching, retching toward the ground like an ostrich who suddenly avoided, and retching as if he was suddenly about to vomit out all his internal organs.at this time--

The blacksmith patted Ye Ming gently on the back.

"You don't have to get up if you haven't had enough rest. Young people are so impatient."

He had no idea what he had experienced. It seemed to others that only a few minutes had passed, but Ye Ming had experienced death three times...

No matter what, he dared not imagine what would happen to him if this continued, would he become crazy?Will he become "You are so lazy"?

Ignoring the blacksmith's subsequent attempts to stay, he walked out like a drunk patient.

The pace was empty, Ye Ming was like a person without bones, walking staggeringly, not knowing where to go.

Some villagers passing by saw Ye Ming, but they avoided him, as if they were worried about getting into trouble for letting him act like this.

Ye Ming didn't know where he was going, he just wanted to leave here.

Maybe——it would be better to just leave it like this.

What happened to this village was none of my business. My selfish thoughts of just wanting to survive somehow appeared in front of me.

He started running.

As I ran, my mind was filled with many incredible questions.

But he didn't want to think about it at all.

The amount of information that was crammed in was too much, and it was impossible to process it all despite being so overwhelmed.Even without these, the situation of dying three times today is enough to make people confused.

"Someone please be gentle to me! Why did you summon me to another world?"

Cursing at the unreasonable situation, he staggered into the dark alley.

Ye Ming bumped into someone.

"Guian."

He raised his head. Due to his height, he always had to raise his head to see people.

Under the hood, there is a smiling face.

It was the guy I met for the first time. Since then, I haven't seen him at all.

Ye Ming seemed to have seen a life-saving straw.

"Hey...you know something, right? You must know something! Tell me what is going on!"

Ye Ming grabbed his clothes and shouted a series of words at him emotionally.

However, the man just smiled and gently let go of his hand.

"Please don't get excited, I exist to provide you with clues."

The man opened the book slowly, and only then did he see the words written on the book clearly.

"The Demon's Advent Calendar" should be like this.

"If you can, please establish a relationship with the little girl you met for the first time. Of course, I have to warn you - as the Demon Lord of Time... you absolutely cannot die, because this is not consistent with history."

Closing the book, the man said with a smile.

"above."

When he wanted to ask again-especially what the Demon Lord of Time was, that man...had disappeared.

"Who is this...the little girl I met for the first time...Evielu?"

Ye Ming scratched his head. Because of this, he felt a little relaxed.

I don't know how much time has passed, but looking at the time, it seems... it's half an afternoon.

After that, in the other half of the afternoon, the only thing I can do is...

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After all, Ye Ming didn't have the courage to go find Evielu.

He has not been good at communicating with girls since he was a child.I never had many friends and spent most of my time in games.

It's as if the game has become everything to him.

Whenever the real world is too painful, only games can bring comfort to Ye Ming. What is youth?He didn't know, because Ye Ming spent most of his youth in games and... that kind of thing.

And then when he looked back...

He became afraid of communicating with people, and he was also afraid of... going to school, and becoming a child that made his parents worry a lot.

"...It really makes me wait..."

Ye Ming squatted near this prison made of iron blocks.

He wanted to know what was going on. If he could prevent the prison monster from escaping at this time, then the remaining time would be enough to prevent Orson from destroying the defense projects.

If no one believes what Ye Ming says, then I will just show it to you with your own eyes!

As the night got darker, his eyelids began to yawn.

Just when I couldn't bear it anymore, suddenly, something quietly appeared from nearby.

It was a person, an object, or a ghost wearing night clothes. Although Ye Ming didn't know what this person did, he saw that under the night clothes was a diamond pickaxe.

It’s self-evident what the other party does.

The man in night clothes came to a wall and kept groping. He found that this piece was not the one, so he turned to look for another piece.

I kept groping like this until I found the piece, and started pounding it with a diamond pick.

After a while, he knocked out a hole the size of two squares. After looking around to see if there was anyone, he quickly got in.

"What a real catch."

He followed quietly.

As long as you remember what the other person looks like, even if you die, you can directly understand who it is next time.

Orson, Orson, do you think you have an accomplice?Now I will write down everything you and your accomplices have done, and see what you do! !

Ye Ming squeezed into the prison.

It was a dark and damp prison with a hole in the solid iron fence. It should be a solitary cell with no one in it.

Therefore, his body was relatively slender, and he could almost slip through the iron fence. Of course, this is a digression. When Ye Ming came to the inside of the prison, he felt something was wrong.

No matter how fast you are, you can't disappear from such a big prison in an instant. You really shouldn't.

——Did I see it wrong? ?

At this moment, his steps suddenly became unstable, and his knees lost strength and he fell.He pushed his hands forward, scolding himself for being stupid enough to fall over now.

"Oh, so strange..."

He tried his best to stand up, but his arms on the ground were shaking, and he couldn't lift his body no matter how hard he tried.Not only that, he couldn't even lift his upper body.

"Ah, let's do it..."

Hearing the anxious voice, Ye Ming turned his head and looked over, and then discovered——

——As he fell to the ground, a diamond pickaxe penetrated his entire lower back and passed through his stomach.

The moment he realized it, his throat was clogged with unbearable severe pain.It was an extremely pure and primitive painful impulse.

- I was stabbed!Stabbed, stabbed, stabbed, stabbed, stabbed, stabbed, stabbed.

"poor guy."

The pickaxe was pulled out, and the amount of bleeding became even greater.

Ye Ming was turned over, blood was flowing all over the floor, and his health was slowly decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In addition to the severe pain, other pains were superimposed, and the screams before death were forcibly cancelled.

There was nothing left, no strength left to cry out for help and curse.

Repeated hoarse and disordered breathing, his throat was soaked in the rising blood, as if he was drowning.The feeling of my hands and feet is getting farther and farther, and even now, my thoughts are flickering and about to be interrupted.

The vision turned into darkness again.Just like last time, this time it will be over.

——What this time?

It's really sad that I cling to thoughts that are so stupid that I should give them up.

Since we want to grasp that sad thinking, we might as well grasp something more practical.

——Consciousness will transfer when you die, so take control of the world before you die.

The eyes are dead, the hands and feet are useless, and only the nose and ears are left usable.That being the case, use these two until the last possible second.It didn't matter what lingering smell it was, or what roars he heard.The damp stench of the prison, the smell of blood and rust gushing out, now, the nose is dead too.There seems to be only a little function of the ears left.

The attacker passed in front of him, and his vision gained some awareness at this time.

That was a guy with pure white and strangely colored eyes.

"Rest in peace. I didn't want to kill anyone, but this matter is important."

Only fragments of the conversation were heard.Although I heard it, my brain that understood those few words was dead, so I really just listened.I don’t know if I can remember what I heard.Remember what?Remember what to do next?What do you mean?What does it mean——

As if obeying the brain that died first, other functions also stopped breathing one after another. After finally exhaling a hoarse breath that seemed to be separated from the body, Ye Ming breathed for the fourth time——

Died.

Before he died, the bell that he never wanted to hear again appeared again.

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Chapter 10 The End of the Beginning (Additional update for Mid-Autumn Festival)

When Ye Ming regained consciousness, he was in darkness.

Realizing that it was the darkness he had created, he gently opened his closed eyelids.The dazzling sunlight burned his pupils, and he muttered softly and blocked the light with his palms.

The sun is high in the sky and the gentle wind caresses the skin.Big-nosed villagers were passing each other on the main road, and just now, a convoy transporting white-eyed monsters passed in front of him.