The screen flickered to life once more, showing the battle that had captured the hearts of countless viewers across the Three Realms.
Mamoru's blade whistled through the air, but Oren twisted his body with fluid precision, narrowly dodging the attack. Dust kicked up around them as their clash rattled the battlefield. Oren's voice rang out, clear and commanding, heavy with conviction.
"Wake up, Mamoru!" he shouted, his eyes sharp with determination. "You are not that kind of person!"
But Mamoru's expression remained clouded, his movements mechanical, his will swallowed by the tampered programming.
From the sidelines, Xun sneered softly, his voice dripping with disdain. "How naïve," he murmured, before turning his back on the scene and leaving without another word.
Izzy's voice quickly broke the silence, explaining with urgency, "Once the data of the Xumagia is tampered with… it can never be restored."
Her words sent a ripple of despair through the onlookers.
"Then what should we do?" someone asked, almost desperately.
"There is no other way but to destroy it," Izzy answered, her tone grim, final, and unshakable.
"No way!" Oren's reply came instantly, almost as if his heart had rejected the very thought before his mind could process it. He clenched his fists, his body trembling with emotion. "I will never do that. I know Mamoru—I believe in him!"
The scene shifted, cutting to another corner of the battlefield.
The Kuhn Magic Machine hovered with cold, soulless eyes, its voice devoid of emotion as it declared, "I will kill all humans."
Ren Weia raised her gun and fired, but the click of an empty chamber echoed instead of a bullet. Her eyes widened. No ammunition left.
"Damn it," she hissed, before diving for cover as the machine lunged toward her.
Just as the steel menace swooped down, gunfire rang out. Sharp, precise bullets drove the machine back. Buba Jian stood tall, rifle smoking in his hands, his face carved with unshakable resolve.
"I will annihilate all the Xumagia!" he roared.
His hand moved swiftly, pulling out his transformation belt. The sight sent a chill down Ren Weia's spine.
"No, stop!" she cried out. "You can't control that power right now!"
But Buba Jian's expression was like steel, hardened by scars of the past. "I am a man who keeps his word," he declared, strapping the belt around his waist. "I am the rule."
His eyes darkened as memories surfaced—the night he was nearly killed by the Xumagia, the blood, the flames, the desperate struggle to survive. His hatred had been forged in that fire.
"I will never forgive them!" he shouted, voice breaking with fury. "I will never let Xumagia go free!"
Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the battlefield, Oren stood still, his gaze distant, his voice calm but heavy with meaning.
"Without the Xumagia," he murmured, "there would be no me."
The world dissolved into a memory.
"Oren!"
The child-sized Oren looked up to see the sky consumed by a massive explosion, the searing blue flames racing toward him. But strong arms wrapped around his small body, shielding him. His father's embrace was the only barrier between him and annihilation.
The blast roared like a storm, but when the smoke cleared, Oren was alive—protected.
He glanced up, and his eyes widened at the sight of the familiar headphones on his father's head. They were not just an accessory. They were the mark of what he was. His father… was also a Xumagia.
"Dad!" Oren cried out, his young voice breaking.
His father smiled, even as the fire burned around them. "Oren! Fly toward your dream!"
"Dad! Dad!" the little boy screamed with all his heart, his voice drowned by the roar of destruction.
The vision shattered, pulling Oren back to the present.
His face, now mature and firm, reflected unshakable conviction. "It was the Xumagia who protected me at that time," he declared. His words carried the weight of truth, of lived experience. "The Xumagia are not killing machines! They are the dream of mankind!"
The screen cut back to Buba Jian, his gun raised high.
"Xumagia hurt mankind," he spat, his voice harsh, unforgiving. "They are the enemy of humanity. I will destroy them all."
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Super Chat Group
The stream of reactions flooded the chat almost instantly.
Funina: "Hmm? This is hilarious!"
March 7th: "Yeah! Oren is literally defending the Xumagia like they're saints, while Fuwa Jian is out here vowing to wipe them all out!"
Himeko: "It's fascinating, though. This clash of ideals—it's the heart of every great story. Two people, same battlefield, but completely opposite beliefs."
Sambo: "Ohhh, are we about to get one of those classic rivalries? Love, hate, destiny, and all that jazz?"
Hanabi: "Haha, exactly! I'm so looking forward to this! The contrast is spicy, don't you think? It's also fun to watch!"
Hoshi: "Mark my words—they're totally going to fight each other next. And when they do, sparks will fly!"
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On the battlefield, the tension escalated.
"Authorization!" the system's mechanical voice rang out as Buba Jian finally snapped the upgrade key in half.
"Kamen Rider… transform!"
His armor materialized with a flash of light, coating his body in sleek blue and white plating. The system's chant followed:
"Shooting Upgrade! Shooting Wolf! Rapid firing, bullets out of the barrel!"
Gasps rippled across the realms. Audiences everywhere leaned closer to their screens.
"He looks… amazing," one viewer whispered.
"With that armor, he's unstoppable!" another exclaimed.
Indeed, Buba Jian's transformation was dazzling. His figure, clad in striking colors, radiated both power and charisma.
He charged into battle against the Kuhn Magic Machine, each movement precise and deadly. After several fierce exchanges, he landed a crushing blow that sent the machine sprawling to the ground.
"Unbelievable!" Blade Wei gasped, quickly pulling out her phone. "He actually did it! Fuwa has transformed into Kamen Rider Vulcan! This… this is where the real story begins!"
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Meanwhile, Oren stood tall, his resolve as strong as his fists.
"Jump!"
His belt responded immediately.
"Transform! Program Upgrade!"
The energy surged around him, gathering in his legs as the system announced:
"Leap in the air, Knight Kick!"
He and A Shou collided mid-air, fists and feet clashing with thunderous force. The intensity of the fight shook the ground beneath them.
Then, with a sudden burst of speed, Oren's leg lashed out.
"Bang!"
His kick struck true, slamming into A Shou's head. The enemy crumpled, crashing hard into the earth.
"Argh!" A Shou groaned, staggering to his feet. But instead of surrendering, he mounted his motorcycle and sped off.
"Stop him!" Izzy cried urgently. "President, you can summon our company's motorcycle with the upgrade phone!"
Her words reminded everyone of something familiar.
"Motorcycle application, start!"
The audience in the Three Realms erupted with laughter and nostalgia.
"Haha! It's just like Chuangqi!"
"Super motorcycle transformation incoming!"
True to their words, the system's voice echoed:
"Motorcycle mode! Please be safe!"
With a crash, the ceiling shattered, and a gleaming motorcycle descended amidst smoke and sparks.
"Motorcycle Upgrade! Upgrade Locust Motorcycle!" the system declared.
"Perfect. Then I'll use this!" Oren said, his voice filled with determination as he mounted the bike.
The chase was on.
He sped through the battlefield, weaving skillfully through debris, until he caught up with A Shou. With a daring maneuver, he kicked him off balance while still riding, sending A Shou tumbling to the ground.
Oren drifted to a stop, his motorcycle skidding dramatically before halting right in front of his fallen opponent.
Drawing his sword, Oren leveled the blade at him. His eyes blazed with conviction.
"The only one who can stop you… is me."
"Upgrade Key Authentication! Prepare to use Locust Power!"
The energy surged, lifting him into the air.
"High Leap Briefcase Assault!"
With a mighty slash, Oren brought his blade down.
"Boom!"
The explosion that followed was colossal, a fiery detonation that painted the battlefield in light. The blast resembled a nuclear fireball, smoke and flames rolling like a storm.
But Oren didn't look back. His silhouette stood tall and calm, walking away from the explosion like a hero born of fire.
Across the realms, the audience erupted.
"This scene—so iconic!"
"He didn't even look back! That's the definition of cool!"
"Absolute cinema!"
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Elsewhere, Buba Jian's fight reached its climax.
"Totally destroy!" he growled.
"Bullets!"
His gun spat a storm of rounds, nailing the Kuhn Magic Machine to a container wall. Then, channeling all his strength, he fired again.
"Shoot and Blast!"
A beam of light ripped through the machine and the container alike, leaving behind a massive hole.
And through that hole… stood Oren.
The two warriors' eyes locked.
At that moment, music swelled, heightening the tension, the anticipation.
Every viewer in the Three Realms held their breath.
Two men. Two beliefs. Two destinies.
Enemies—or something more?
The atmosphere crackled with energy, and everyone knew: the true story was just beginning.
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