Chapter 195: Decade’s Doubts

Seeing Han Yu voluntarily deactivate his transformation, Decade and Diend couldn't hold on any longer either. They canceled their own transformations, propping themselves up with hands on their knees, panting heavily.

When they heard Han Yu's words, they froze in disbelief, utterly dumbfounded.

"What do you mean you 'just realized' what was happening?"

Wait, so all that intense fighting just now… was purely instinctive?

What kind of monster is this guy? What kind of absurdity is this?

In just a few minutes, Decade and Diend felt like they'd gone through something that would take a lifetime to recover from.

Before Han Yu could finish his sentence, he caught sight of a faint red light drifting toward him from the corner of his eye.

The way the red light made its entrance felt oddly familiar to Han Yu. Before he could think it through, the light surged into his body.

A cascade of fine white sand trickled down from the hem of Han Yu's pants. In the next moment, a red scarf wrapped itself around his neck, and his hair turned fiery red—completely out of sync with his usual style.

In that instant, Han Yu realized which Kamen Rider world he was in.

"This is the world of Kamen Rider Den-O! The one famously known as the 'nightmare of second uncles!'"

With his hair now a bright crimson, Han Yu's smile grew noticeably wilder, taking on a cocky edge.

His sudden transformation left everyone stunned. Before anyone could react, Han Yu scanned his surroundings, his gaze locking onto a man passing by nearby. Without hesitation, he bolted toward the man.

Grabbing the man by the collar, Han Yu demanded, "Hey, you're in there, aren't you? Come out right now!"

The man's face flickered with panic—an expression of being completely exposed—but within seconds, he masked his fear with a more ordinary look, appearing merely startled by someone grabbing his collar out of the blue.

Seeing the man's refusal to admit anything, "Han Yu" didn't ease up. His tone grew sharper as he threatened, "If you're really going to play stubborn, I won't hesitate to beat this body until you're forced to come out. You can feel pain, can't you?"

Stunned by Han Yu's resolve, the man's expression shifted dramatically. His panic gave way to sly cunning.

A faint yellow energy ball emerged from his body, landing on the ground and transforming into a metallic mole-like monster.

This was an Imagin, the antagonistic creatures from Kamen Rider Den-O. These beings grant humans' wishes but distort them by traveling into the past and altering reality in ways they see fit, all to grow stronger.

"Heh, so you've finally decided to show yourself."

"Han Yu" chuckled, pulling out a belt that was entirely different from the one used by Decade and Diend. He strapped it on and produced a sleek black box, swiping it across the belt.

"Transform!"

But before he could finish the command, his body shuddered. A flash of red energy burst from within, forcing out a humanoid figure composed of white sand that tumbled to the ground nearby.

"What the heck do you think you're doing? Transform, transform, transform—who said you could transform?!"

The figure was Momotaros, a unique Imagin who fought for justice. His mission was to protect time and prevent evil Imagins from altering the past.

"You… You actually forced me out through sheer willpower? How is that even possible?"

Momotaros looked utterly bewildered at Han Yu. It was his first time being expelled by someone's conscious effort—it was unprecedented.

In the blink of an eye, so much had happened that even Momotaros was left dazed. And Decade and Diend, standing on the sidelines, were completely at a loss.

"What on earth is that sand-man thing?" Decade muttered under his breath.

Han Yu eyed the sand figure and remarked, "It seems like without a host, you can't maintain a physical form. How about this? I'll give you a body to use."

With a snap of his fingers, green energy coursed into Momotaros. In an instant, the sandy form morphed into a red demon-like figure—Momotaros's true appearance.

Everyone at the scene, except Stark, was utterly shocked by Han Yu's actions. What kind of move was this?

Still wearing his belt, Han Yu extended his hand and effortlessly grabbed the card box at his waist, transforming it into the Card Box Sword.

Running his hand along the blade, Han Yu shifted his gaze toward the other side, where the sinister Imagin stood.

The moment the Imagin saw Han Yu looking in his direction, an uncontrollable shiver ran down its spine. Though Han Yu was clearly human, the faint smirk on his face was as chilling as being plunged into an icy abyss.

The sinister Imagin instantly abandoned any thoughts of fighting. To him, Han Yu was the most terrifying figure among them all.

One thought dominated his mind: Don't provoke him at any cost!

"I'd better get out of here."

The Imagin turned to flee, but before he could make a move, the sharp sound of two gunshots rang out. He hadn't even turned around when excruciating pain shot through both his legs, and he fell forward, landing face-first on the ground.

When he looked back, he saw that the Card Box Sword in Han Yu's hand had transformed into a Card Box Gun. The dark barrel was still aimed at him, leaving no doubt about who had fired the shots.

"Is that all? Don't underestimate me!"

The Imagin still tried to maintain his bravado. Struggling to get up, he realized escape was impossible. If he couldn't run, he decided he'd take at least one Kamen Rider down with him—even if it cost his life.

"You're fine lying there. Don't get up."

Han Yu's calm, smiling words echoed from behind his mask. As the Imagin tried to rise, Han Yu squeezed the trigger again, firing several energy bullets that hit the Imagin's knees.

No matter the species—human or monster—the knees are critical for standing. Having already taken hits to his thighs, the additional blows to his knees left the Imagin screaming in pain. His body, which had barely lifted off the ground, collapsed again.

Han Yu didn't stop there. He kept firing, each shot precisely aimed at non-lethal points: after the knees, it was the arms, then the stomach, then the chest...

Over a dozen shots in total, every single one perfectly accurate yet deliberately non-lethal.

Decade, Diend, and Momotaros, who were standing nearby, were stunned into silence. It was their first time witnessing someone torturing a monster so methodically.

"Uh... could you wrap this up already?" Momotaros, being an Imagin himself, couldn't bear to watch any longer. This was just too brutal.

"What's the matter? Feeling pity?" Han Yu glanced at Momotaros, his gun still trained on the downed Imagin. "Don't you usually slice your enemies to bits and blow them up directly?"

"No, it's not that. It's just... his screaming is annoying. Let me finish him off quickly."

It wasn't about compassion. Imagin like Momotaros weren't known for being sentimental.

"Fair enough. Let's end this—I'm getting bored, too."

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