Keiwa didn't think time would stop as soon as he fell into the hole after Michinaga dangled him on it. While he wasn't questioning this brief extension of his life, he didn't think he could save himself from falling to his death either.
"Are you just going to accept what he said?"
Keiwa heard a voice, not unlike his own.
"Be the sacrifice for everyone's happiness?"
"No!" Keiwa rejected the notion. "No one deserves to be sacrificed!"
"You've even said that if everyone's happy then you are happy," The voice continued. "Wouldn't you be happy if the end of your life achieved that?"
"No! I deserve to be happy as much as everyone else does!" Keiwa exclaimed.
"Good, then you do not accept this reality," The voice that was like his own voice stated. "Let's lay siege to the enemy and forge a path of our own."
Keiwa's glowed blue as he began to stand upright, even as time around him stopped.
"I am thou, thou art I, from the sea of thy soul I cometh, I am Hanzo." A glowing figure wearing traditional ninja garb appeared before Keiwa. "Now, show me thine path that thou shall forge."
"Traesto!"
Time resumed and in Keiwa's place were a number of bubbles.
"I will end this bullshit world!" Michinaga declared as held on to the vision driver he got as a spoil of war. "I will wipe out the Desire Grand Prix and all the Kamen Riders!"
"Wait!" Ziin was about to give chase but the holders of both Vision Drivers transported themselves to a different place.
The place where the Goddess of Creation resided.
It was a sculpture of a woman surrounded by wings that idly floated at the center of pillars.
"Now, grant me my wish," Michinaga raised his Desire Card. "Give me my ideal world."
As soon as the bells were heard, both Michinaga and Beroba smirked as victory was at the palm of their hands.
"Panta Rhei." A different voice echoed through the goddess's chamber as a tornado formed above Beroba and threw her aside.
"Who's there?!" Michinaga immediately equipped his Desire Driver on his person, ready for who the attacker was.
"So that's the goddess of creation." Keiwa revealed himself by walking out from behind the pillars.
"Tycoon, you're supposed to be dead." Michinaga growled.
"And here I am."
"How-" Michinaga shook his head as something glowed on his hands, the fever buckle. "No matter, you'll die again."
"Set – Fever – Zombie – Fever Zombie."
"Michinaga-san, I'm not here to fight, I just want my wish granted, is that so bad to ask?"
"'Not here to fight', you just blew Beroba with what you just did!" Michinaga rushed at Keiwa with his chainsaw and attempted to hack at the untransformed man.
Michinaga continued his attempts at hacking at Keiwa, who responded by subtly dodging his strikes.
"Ho-"
"Tetrakarn should still be in effect," Keiwa whispered as he stood still, not attempting to dodge one oncoming strike.
Michinaga slashed Keiwa… only for 'Keiwa' to turn into him and the next thing he knew was him taking damage.
"I shouldn't be affected by attacks…"
"That's the thing, I'm not a Kamen Rider now, am I, Michinaga-san?"
"What?"
"Look, I just want everyone sacrificed to be the goddess's fuel to come back alive."
"In the end, you're just as selfish as all the others." Michinaga tried to attack again.
Keiwa was unable to dodge the attack, but it seemed he didn't have to as an ethereal figure momentarily appeared in front of him and parried Michinaga's chainsaw and slashed at him at the same time.
"Wha-" Michinaga growled. "What was that?!"
"Nothing you need to worry about, just grant me one wish."
"What wish? World peace?" Michinaga scoffed. "You walked over other people just to get that one wish?"
"Did I?" Keiwa looked Michinaga directly in the eye. "Tell me, Michinaga-san, Did I walk over other people just to get myself a very selfless wish?"
"Of course you did! Being a Kamen Rider is evidence of that."
"Kamen Riders have existed before us, Michinaga-san, since the 1970s." Keiwa started a history lesson. "The ones we fought were Kamen Riders who were in the same situation as us; a Rider Battle for just one wish, the Desire Grand Prix wasn't the only battle tournament to grant one wish to the winner."
"Then I am right, all Kamen Riders are the scum of the Earth," Michinaga smirked.
"Kido Shinji, Kamen Rider Ryuki, the red Rider who appeared at the end of that battle, has always fought to stop everyone from fighting," Keiwa continued his lesson. "He simply became a Kamen Rider to stop Mirror World monsters from eating people for sustenance."
"Naïve, just like you."
"Is he?"
"Let's stop this farce!"
Michinaga attempted to slash Keiwa with his chainsaw once more, only for it to be parried by the same ethereal figure and be attacked right back.
"Wha-"
"Rider powers aren't the only supernatural abilities in this world, Michinaga-san."
"A Desire Deity wished to have a different ability on top of being a Kamen Rider."
"Clearly there is no reasoning with a rampaging bull," Keiwa sighed. "How about a competition, Buffa."
"Whatever you're thinking, you're not beating me." Michinaga proudly declared.
"If I beat you, you and Beroba-san are going to grant me my wish, my second wish." Keiwa amended his statement from earlier. "If you win, I'm going to let you drive that chainsaw of yours into my gut."
"Haaaa!" Michinaga scoffed.
"This is exciting! Accept the wager, Micchi~!" Beroba just lounged on the floor where she was thrown and watched the events unfold.
"Problem?" Keiwa asked. "Surely you're accustomed to having blood on your hands, you've killed half of the population of Tokyo this week: men, women, and children."
"I did not kill them." Michinaga growled. They're just casualties of war."
"You kinda did," Beroba interjected. "You let me design the game."
"What she said."
"No, because they've all been brought back when I made the wish."
"I'm not so sure about that~" Beroba whispered to herself, she can't wait to reveal what she knew to her Kamen Rider later.
"I see, so you only see mine's, Ace's, and Niram's deaths as your kills." Keiwa hummed.
"You're not dead."
"Am I?"
"Yes!"
"My point still stands; you should be accustomed to having blood on your hands when you killed at least three people."
"You know, Tycoon, if you had been this fun, I would probably have supported you too." Beroba plopped a jellybean in her mouth.
"No, thank you, I already have an old frog for that." Keiwa rolled his eyes.
Beroba just giggled in her place, finding entertainment in what she was witnessing.
"What's this? The great Jamashin is afraid of a little blood?" Keiwa goaded.
"Accept it, Micchi!" Beroba giggled.
"Do we have a deal?"
"Fine, you better not regret this Tycoon!" Michinaga growled.
"I'll be the referee," Beroba stood up as she stood in between Keiwa and Michinaga, in Buffa Fever Zombie form. "On my mark, fight!"
Michinaga immediately rushed towards Keiwa, who still has yet to transform into Tycoon, but he didn't need to because he was winning this.
"Persona, Tetrakarn!"
A person giving off an ethereal blue glow appeared behind Keiwa and placed something invisible in front of him.
Buffa did not care what was placed in front of his enemy as he charged right through and slashed Keiwa.
Keiwa's figure changed into his own as the same chainsaw hacked on Buffa's armor.
"Hanzo, Mahamaon!"
Papers began to fall from above everyone, and some even stuck to Michinaga's suit. Beroba was intrigued why papers were falling down when wishes haven't been involved yet, she certainly hasn't granted any wish since Michinaga's wish was granted.
Not a moment later, all of the papers on the ground, on air, even the ones that stuck to Buffa's armor glowed yellow and the next thing was Michinaga, untransformed, clearly in pain.
"Huh, I guess being the Jamashin gives you perks."
"He was supposed to die with that attack, wasn't he?" Beroba smirked, she wasn't aware Tycoon had this mean streak.
"I could easily revive him," Keiwa shrugged. "Besides that was for involving my sister in his games."
"What was that?! It felt like I was burning endlessly!" Michanaga growled as he stood up, wincing in pain in the process.
"Really? When I struck with that attack, it was painless death." Keiwa raised an eyebrow. 'I guess it makes sense considering you didn't die at the instant the papers glowed.
"Winner, Tycoon!" Beroba announced gleefully. "Although, I would like to say that using the zombie buckle was made him survive all lethal attacks against him."
"Ah, so there is a possibility that being the Jamashin didn't give him immortality, good to know." Keiwa nodded.
"As per the rules of the wager, we will grant you your wish, Tycoon." Beroba handed Keiwa a blank desire card and a pen. "What will it be?"
Keiwa wrote his wish on the Desire card and gave it to Beroba.
"As selfless as ever, I see," Beroba smirked. "Micchi, if you would."
"Fine."
"Heeeeh, Tycoon didn't revive Geats," Beroba stated to Michinaga as they listened to the news story about Ace being missing. "I thought he'd try to revive everyone, including Geats and Niram."
"He probably knows something we don't." Michinaga clicked his tongue, still angry at the fact that Tycoon, without being transformed into a Rider, managed to defeat him.
"They won't remain biting their fingers, you know."
"Bring it, then."
"I'm sorry, but from now on, you're a Kamen Rider." Tsumuri forcefully handed a firefighter a yellow box.
"A Kamen Ri – wait."
Tsumuri didn't wait for the firefighter to form his response as she left him to his own devices. The man opened the box and touched the circle that was protruding from the box.
"And I'll be taking that now," Keiwa appeared out of nowhere and grabbed the box from the man's hands.
"H-hey You're that kid I saved from back then."
"Thank you for saving me back then, Shirowe-san." Keiwa bowed at the firefighter.
"If you're taking that box that means…"
"I'm Kamen Rider Tycoon." Keiwa nodded.
"But why are you taking away my driver and ID core?" Shirowe couldn't help but ask.
"Michinaga-san is on a rampage, he's killing every Kamen Rider."
"Buffa," Shirowe hummed. "He finally went the deep end, huh."
"A lot of things have happened since you died after saving me and Neon-chan." Keiwa shook his head.
"If that's the case, why make me remember?" Shirowe couldn't help but ask.
"I figured, that if you remembered your time from the Grand Prix, you'd be back to your usual self, I can't risk someone as noble as you be warped into something unrecognizable all because your desires were taken when you lost the DGP."
"I knew there was something wrong with my colleague when he retired from the Grand Prix."
"I became a gambler myself," Keiwa gave a sheepish laugh. "All because I retired from the Grand Prix, once."
"You're a good kid, Tycoon, if you want, you could volunteer to be a firefighter, being a Rider yourself, you must have great reflexes."
"Maybe when things calm down and Buffa's taken care of."
"See you later."
"Sakurai Keiwa," Sae growled. "Why're you here?"
"To take the driver and your ID core away from you." Keiwa answered truthfully.
"Why?"
"Michinaga-san is on a rampage, he's killing ALL Kamen Riders." Keiwa answered.
"I don't know why you waited for me until I touched my ID core, but go, you've done your job."
"Neon-chan once said in passing that you loved your family, I can't risk that being warped into something unrecognizable."
"I have done well for myself even with my desires taken from me, thank you very much." Sae rolled her eyes. "If you're done here, you need to go before that bullhead comes after me because you were here."
"See you later then, Ganaha-san."
"I am a Kamen Rider."
"Not anymore, you aren't." Keiwa retrieved two yellow boxes from the suited foreigners.
"Hey.. you're that boy Ojou-sama's hanging out with a lot of times."
"Kamen Rider Tycoon," Keiwa introduced himself with his Rider designation. "Tsumuri'll probably give Neon-chan a driver and her ID core."
"Why take our drivers away?" John asked. "Shouldn't we need to defend ourselves from Buffa."
"No Rider attacks affect him now, now that we're living in his desired world." Keiwa shook his head. "I don't even think the Game Master could put a dent on him."
"What about you?"
"Don't worry about me." Keiwa smiled at the two bodyguards.
Neon was entertaining the man her mother arranged for her to meet for a potential partnership.
It got weird when a woman in black and white clothes placed a box on her side of the table.
Both she and the man she's with were terribly curious about what was inside the box the forlorn woman gave her. She opened the box only to find two weird objects: one was a black contraption while the other was just a circle with a weird cat-like face on it.
She was about to touch the circle, out of curiosity, when one of her bodyguards, Ben, was unceremoniously thrown inside.
A bull monster went inside the room after Ben was thrown inside. He strutted dangerously after her bodyguard.
"Ben!" Neon yelled at her bodyguard in worry.
"Gaaaah! Monster!" Yelled the man Neon was with before everything went to shit.
"Don't touch that, not unless you want to fall by my blade." The bull monster was talking to her and he was clearly referring to the yellow box that was on the table.
"Stay away from her!" John went after the bull monster and kicked him for good measure, not that any good happened after. "Runaway, Milady!"
Neon nodded as she ran away from the chaos inside the restaurant leaving everything inside. The last thing she saw was someone pulling John away from the bull monster while saying.
"Really, Michinaga-san?"
"Tycoon."
"She really is something."
"Keiwa." Neon greeted the guy that just arrived.
"I take it you remember everything now?"
"Were you also going to let me forget everything?" Neon asked her friend.
"Truthfully, I wasn't sure which was the good option for you, like for the others there is a real chance for them to be warped because they lacked their desires." Keiwa answered. "With you, you'd forget every kind of suffering that Beroba put you through."
"Which is why I think it was best you forgot about everything." Kyuun supplied.
"Of course, it wasn't," Neon denied the notion. "Make me remember."
"Now that you remember, what's your next move?" Kyuun asked.
"You can start by giving me your ID core and driver." Keiwa opened his palm towards Neon.
"Why?"
"Why?" Kyuun questioned.
"As you have witnessed, Michinaga-san is killing Kamen Riders now that we're living in his desired world."
"So in the end he won, huh?"
"He killed Ace." Keiwa nodded.
"So he's coming after all the Kamen Riders."
"Only the ones who have a driver and their ID cores," Keiwa added. "I've tried to save some but in a game about granting wishes, they didn't trust me, and Michinaga-san got to them."
"So he really killed them." That was when Neon realized who were previously Kamen Riders. "What about Ben and John?"
"Your bodyguards are safe," Keiwa assured her. "Once he realized that they didn't have their ID cores and Drivers with them, he left them."
"I'll keep Neon's ID core and Driver, I think there's a game starting soon." Kyuun stated.
"Kekera-san, please tell me you're not about to make my nee-chan a Kamen Rider, are you?" Keiwa barged into his apartment.
"Sakurai Keiwa! You're alive!" Kekera exclaimed.
"Keiwa? Is that really you?" Sara rushed to hug his brother. "Where have you been? Why didn't you call?"
As Sara hugged her brother, she unknowingly touched an ID core in Keiwa's jacket, making her remember everything that's happened since.
"Keiwa? H-how? I…"
Sara hugged her brother as tight as she could. She could not believe that her brother was here with her. He was alive.
Sara did not know how her brother was alive, but she wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.
"And you've touched a core." Keiwa sighed as he removed his jacket from his person cupping it for a rogue ID core inside after his sister released him from her hug.
"I felt it in one of the front pockets." Sara helpfully offered.
And sure enough, Keiwa found the rogue ID core, Ginpen's ID core.
"I saw you fall… I saw the bubbles from the hole."
Keiwa retrieved a box and a ring from the same jacket he just removed from his person.
"Wear this," Keiwa ignored his sister's question. "Just trust me on this."
"Eh, what is that?" Kekera asked curiously. "Sakurai Keiwa, why're you giving your sister a ring, a cheaply made one at that?"
Sara ignored the musings of a frog and nodded at her brother's request. She wore the ring her brother gave her.
Sara was still curious why her brother was giving her a ring in the first place, but she knows she can trust her brother.
As soon as Sara wore the ring, Keiwa opened the box and everything in the room turned green.
"We should be safe from prying eyes and ears, for now." Keiwa sighed as he slumped on the couch.
"Keiwa? How?"
"So remember the stories mom told us about people using past heroes or mythological people as weapons to save the world?"
"They're just stories right?" Sara frowned. "It's not like someone could call upon the power of Izanagi-sama and smite anyone they feel like."
"It turns out, being a Kamen Rider, isn't the only thing that makes people extraordinary."
"No…"
"I think Mom and Dad were even involved with it," Keiwa massaged his temples. "I tracked down the guys who gave us our supposed inheritance after they died and they basically confirmed everything."
"You can summon past people, don't you?"
"I've got Hattori Hanzo."
"But how?"
"When I fell…"
"Are you…" Sara couldn't help but want to ask the one question plaguing her mind but she was also afraid of the answer her brother might give.
"I'm alive, nee-chan, don't worry."
"But… the stories mom told us about those heroes…"
"And the Desire Grand Prix, the one that the frog was asking you to join, is using a goddess to grant wishes," Keiwa sighed once more. "Considering there are no other active Persona-users, that's the name of the power, it's left to me."
"But… Keiwa, the stories, the heroes all had their friends by their side when they faced those godly enemies!" Sara exclaimed. "What if…"
"I know, nee-chan, but I can't risk anyone in the DGP awakening to this power." Keiwa answered truthfully.
"But, what about you? I don't think I can take losing you a second time." Sara hugged her brother once more, as tight as before.
"I know…"
"Can you not do it, right now?" Sara looked at her brother with tears in her eyes.
"Don't worry, nee-chan, I'm still waiting for Ace to return."
"So the bull actually killed Ace-sama?"
"He'll be back, he's the goddess's son, after all."
"Eh?"
"Yeah, heard all about it, but I'm still trying to verify the source," Keiwa sheepishly smiled. "Trying to unlearn the habit of believing everyone at their word."
"Huh, what will you do now?"
"Stay here, let's not talk about everything in front of Kekera-san, that frog." He pointed at the silent frog statue. "Me being here would stop him from entering you into the Desire Royale.
"Desire Royale."
"A new game where Kamen Riders kill for their wishes."
"So the ring?"
"Oh yeah, it stops people from turning into coffins or monsters when exposed by this box."
"A bit morbid..."
"Tell me about it."
"Why are you so sure we're safe from prying eyes?" Sara couldn't help but question.
"Well, technology and this box don't mix well." Keiwa smiled as he gestured at the box. "That and this box actually stops time in an enclosed space."
"Stops time… Keiwa!"
"It's the best I can do without having anything getting leaked to them, they've been watching everything I do, how do you think that frog became my, so-called, biggest fan?"
"Ew!"
"And with that, we're abandoning this topic, I don't want to think about the implications of what I just said."
In the end, Sara ended up joining the Desire Royale, despite her brother's protests. She had argued that she wanted a wish of her own granted.
Even with the sacrifices made.
In the end, Keiwa had to acquiesce to her sister's will and let her join in.
While in the middle of the game, Nadge-Sparrow ambushed her sister and Neon and when Daichi managed to knock her sister out, all he saw was red.
Keiwa knew that no one should know about the power he now wielded, so he decided to turn into Tycoon after he charged at his sister's assailant.
"Tycoon, I'll pay back the man himself."
Keiwa attacked Nadge-Sparrow only using his Rider powers, and the other's experience was so apparent.
There was a reason Daichi was one of the all-stars that was invited to the Grand Prix with Sae-san.
As Keiwa and Daichi traded blows, they were attacked by a powered-up Michinaga, prompting Keiwa's opponent to retreat.
"All you had to do was not remember and then I wouldn't have to put you down." Michinaga walked slowly as he pushed the lever of his chainsaw and gathered energy.
"Really, Michinaga-san?" Keiwa detransformed from his Rider suit and faced the purple Rider.
"Keiwa?"
"Tycoon."
"My sister is a new participant, how could she have the choice of forgetting things she didn't have in the first place?"
"She's here, isn't she?"
"Gee, why do you think she was forced to join in this competition where Kamen Riders kill left and right."
"She wanted to revive you." Ace revealed himself as he drew his own conclusion.
"But you're here; she has no reason to join." Michinaga growled.
"Oh, my supporter, dangled my life in front of my sister and made a promise that he'd revive me if she joined."
"That's, that's not right."
"Neon-chan, this is the Desire Grand Prix, they live off of our misery." Keiwa stated bitterly.
"Then why are you here?"
"To protect my sister."
"You do know when to be selfish, Tycoon." Ace remarked.
"Regardless, wear these."
Keiwa threw the three Riders three golden rings for them to wear.
"Rings?" Neon caught the ring with her guitar's head.
"Just wear them."
Michinaga clicked his tongue and detransformed and wore the ring he was given with. The other two followed suit, seeing as the strongest of them, relatively speaking, let down his guard and wore the ring without question.
As soon as Keiwa saw the three Riders he's known for so long put on the rings he gave them, he retrieved a box from his person and opened it.
And the surroundings changed: Everything turned green, liquids turned red and it was eerily silent.
"Welcome to the collective unconscious." Keiwa welcomed the three of them.
"Hanzo, Samerecarm."
A blue ethereal figure appeared behind Keiwa and raised its nodachi, summoning a kaleidoscope of blue butterflies that landed on the man's sister before they disappeared.
"Wha-"
"Oh Keiwa!" Sara immediately hugged her brother as soon as she woke up. "I really hoped it wasn't true, everything you told me…"
"It's alright nee-chan." Keiwa assured his sister. "I promise I won't end up like the heroes who fought gods."
"He- fought gods?" Michinaga exclaimed, unable to comprehend what was happening. "Oi, Tycoon what is really going on!"
"I'm curious myself." Ace stepped forward, a frown on his face.
"Both of you spill, what do each of you know about the goddess of creation, and please do not repeat Beroba's drivel." Keiwa glared at the man in black clothes.
"The DGP has been using her to grant wishes of the Desire deities without her consent." Ace growled.
"She's been using the lives and happiness of the people as fuel," Michinaga growled. "That is the truth, think what you will about Beroba, if there's one thing she's not, is a liar."
"Of course, you'd defend your supporter." Keiwa scoffed.
"Using the…" Neon tried to repeat Ace's words. "Of course, why wouldn't it just that I replaced someone else, of course, there had to be some people who were sacrificed for me to exist."
"You're merely a product, Neon-chan," Keiwa shook his head. "You have nothing to do with the sins of the others and the administration."
"But."
"He's right, you're not at fault for existing."
"What is the point in doing this, Tycoon."
"I just wanted to know what you have learned about the goddess." Keiwa sighed. "Without cameras looking and eavesdropping on our conversation."
"Technology doesn't work with the world in this state."
Everyone checked on their respective spider phones, finding that it did not function at all.
Neon tried transforming back into Na-go, but she wasn't able to.
"This changes things, if your mother was really innocent like you claim to be – "
"She is."
"Then maybe…"
"Maybe what?"
"Maybe the actual goddess is controlling things behind the scenes."
Ace and Michinaga looked at each other.
"Or it could be the person who started the Desire Grand Prix." Ace dropped.
"Who could also be in contact with the actual deity." Keiwa hummed.
"Keiwa… you're only one person, those stories…"
"No one else awoke to their powers, nee-chan." Keiwa shook his head. "I awoke to it when I fell from that game."
Ace looked at Michinaga, as if asking for information, but the other man remained silent.
"Keiwa… you could die, I don't think I can handle losing you again." Sara hugged her brother.
"Keiwa… you died?"
"Ask our Jamashin-sama for the details, Neon-chan."
"How could you?!" Neon exclaimed.
"He was in the way, and he's a Kamen Rider, what part of killing all Kamen Riders did you not get." Michinaga growled.
"Oh because we're all Kamen Riders, we're all at fault for the sins Kamen Riders, before Keiwa and I joined, committed against you."
Michinaga clicked his tongue before responding.
"All Kamen Riders are selfish and are the scum of the Earth, they trample all over people because of their greed."
"Pot calling the kettle black." Neon sneered, actually sneered.
"Okay, Neon-chan, I did and did not die that time." Keiwa corrected some facts. "I was sent somewhere else to fight a god."
"You already fought one?"
"I had a team then, nee-chan."
"You mentioned an attack that instantly killed you." Michinaga's eyes widened.
"I was fresh off of my last battle when we met back then, at the goddess's temple." Keiwa smiled. "Sorry if I was a bit aggressive."
"Tycoon."
"Sueru, or should I say Eros, or do you go by Cupid now."
"You know your mythology, Tycoon," The red-robed man commented. "You even recruited Geats, Buffa, and Na-go to your cause."
"When we humans have a common enemy, we can set aside our differences," Tycoon set aside his Desire Driver. "This time is no different."
"When spiders unite, they can take down a lion is a saying from Ethiopia." Ace commented.
"That is true, but would you still support his cause, Geats, if I tell you what happens to your mother if you destroy me?"
Ace looked at Keiwa, as if he was waiting for the other man to yell to stop.
"Your mother will be destroyed alongside myself, can you still support that cause?"
"Really?" Tycoon responded. "I heard differently."
"Heard, what could you possibly know, circus animal."
"You're the manifestation of the future's desires," Keiwa replied as he donned a battle stance. "You bestowed one of your navigators the power of granting wishes, without her knowledge, and hid it deep inside her to make it seem like it was her power, to begin with."
"How-"
"Is it really important how I became privy to that kind of information?"
"I guess you're right, Hamaon!"
A single piece of paper fell on top of Keiwa before it glowed white, but no screams were heard. As soon as the glow faded, a straw-man doll was turned into ashes in front of him.
"A voodoo doll, handy for light and darkness attacks." Keiwa grinned. "Hanzo, Hailstorm."
An ethereal being appeared behind Keiwa and began dropping a myriad of swords in every location, skipping over where Ace and the others were located, every sword connected with Sueru's form, dealing huge damage.
"You're clearly skilled, Tycoon, let's see how long you can keep this up." Sueru growled as two floating armors appeared behind the red-robed man.
The armors rushed at Keiwa only for them to be destroyed by their copies that seemingly appeared out of nowhere.
"Impressive," Sueru clapped. "I'm done treating this as an RPG."
Sueru rushed at Keiwa, bare-fisted, and began attempting to punch the living daylights out of his opponent.
Keiwa dodged the first few strikes before the ethereal blue figure from before appeared in front of Keiwa and parried defended him from any and all strikes from the current game master.
Sueru stopped and gestured a 'come at me' in Neon's direction as Neon's guitar-axe heeded the call and flew straight towards him, straight at Keiwa's back.
Keiwa, aware of what's happened, flipped backward over the incoming guitar, grabbed the handle, and slashed his opponent with the guitar's edge.
As predicted, there were no fluids that gushed out of the wound that Keiwa just inflicted, attributed to the fact that he was facing a god who was merely playing with Keiwa.
"Is that all you can really do, are you so weakened because you gave all of your powers away to Mitsume and made her believe that it was her innate power?" Keiwa goaded.
"Is he out of his mind?" Michinaga growled. "Why's he goading the final boss?!"
"You insignificant – if you want to see the full might of a god, then so be it." Sueru growled.
Sueru glowed red as the statue of the goddess of creation glowed gold. Cracks were forming on the statue before it broke and released the woman it held within.
"Mother!" Ace rushed towards the newly released, but still petrified, woman.
Sueru on the other hand grew ten times its former size laughing confidently at his advantage.
"What now, Tycoon?"
"This, Hanzo, Salvation."
The ethereal figure clapped his hands twice as golden light from above cured the woman and healed everyone else's wounds.
"Wha- Why you?!" Sueru bent down in an attempt to grab Keiwa by his gigantic hands.
The ethereal figure appeared in front of Keiwa and swatted the giant hand away. He then rushed towards the giant opponent and conjured a myriad of swords that stormed the giant's head.
"You need to get away from here now!"
"What about you, Keiwa?"
"I got this, I can't use my full power if you're still here." Keiwa assured.
"Don't use that one attack, Keiwa, please." Sara mouthed at him.
"I'll try." Keiwa mouthed back.
Once everyone has evacuated, he dropped the guitar-axe he had been holding and looked up at the gigantic Sueru.
"So you have saved Mitsume," Sueru scoffed. "You're here all alone, Tycoon."
"That's just the way I want it," Keiwa replied. "That way they won't be hurt by my next attack."
"What could you possibly hope to accomplish now that I have all of my powers back? I am the embodiment of human wishes, I can simply call on a wish and grant them for myself."
"Just as you're the embodiment of wishes, there have been other deities like you, even one who's the embodiment of lies, another who's the embodiment of control, another who's the embodiment of death, they've all been stopped.
"A mere human stop a god, preposterous."
"But that's what I intend to do."
Keiwa stood his ground, he retrieved a card from his person and threw it in the air.
"Hanzo, Armageddon."
"Arma- what?!"
Hanzo, the ethereal figure that has been fighting on Keiwa's side looked at Keiwa and nodded at him, as if understanding what has been decided.
The ethereal figure flew circles around the gigantic Sueru, creating a twister with them at the center. A number of swords materialized all around them and grinded and clashed at each other creating sparks and charging the air in the eye of the twister with electricity.
The ground caught fire as the sparks from the grinding swords accumulated on it and evolved into a raging inferno.
"Keiwa…"
Once five of the six people in the Desire Temple were teleported back to the Earth, a huge boom was heard. It startled the civilians outside the building they just teleported in.
Sara looked around to see if anyone had noticed them appear when she saw Keiwa's older sister sobbing silently holding onto the purple shuriken.
"Sara-san?" Neon called. "Keiwa will be fine, I'm sure of it."
"I know he's not, Neon-chan." Sara shook her head as tears continued to pour from her eyes.
Michinaga and Ace looked at the sobbing woman, trying to process what she just said.
"Armageddon."
"The end of the world." Ace whispered to himself.
"Is an attack that Keiwa acquired when he continued to interact with the people our parents were working with even when the Desire Royale was taking place," Sara shared. "That boom we just heard was Keiwa using that attack on Sueru."
"Tycoon, has an attack that could end the world?" Michinaga frowned at the information.
"Then Keiwa should be fine." Neon tried to reassure the man's older sister.
"Casting the attack comes with no cost." Sara held onto the purple shuriken tightly. "It's controlling the attack that's…"
"Controlling it comes with a huge cost."
"Oi, oi, you couldn't possibly tell us that –"
"Tycoon, no, Keiwa sacrificed his life for us."
"No, Keiwa said he would be fine." Neon slumped on the floor. "He said he would be fine and he'd catch up to us!"
Suddenly, a blue light shone in the space between all of five people inside the building. They looked at it expectantly hoping for good news.
As soon as the blue light faded, it left a standing Tsumuri and an unconscious Keiwa on the floor.
"Keiwa!" Sara immediately rushed to her younger brother and immediately worked on touching the wrist and neck.
Sara looked at Tsumuri expectantly but the other woman simply shook her head.
With the silent confirmation, Sara cradled her brother's head as she wailed silently, losing the only family she has left.
Neon, feeling about to burst herself, steadied herself and approached her long-time fan and took Sara into her arms, after gently placing Keiwa's head on the floor, and let the older woman cry on her.
"Sakurai Keiwa-sama has perished in his battle against Sueru-sama." Tsumuri announced with a heavy heart.
"Surely, if he's that powerful, he could have found a way to defeat that god, and come out of it alive." Michinaga huffed.
"Are you so sure, Buffa?" Ace spoke once more since the realization of Keiwa's death.
"He's apparently done this before, right? He told us himself."
"I overheard Sara-san and him talking about how Keiwa needs a team in dealing with a god but he can't have one because it'd risk leaking this kind of power to the people of the grand prix."
"Was it worth keeping the power a secret?" Michinaga growled.
"What's this, I didn't know you cared a lot about Keiwa, Buffa."
"Tycoon isn't like most Kamen Riders in the Desire Grand Prix."
"And yet you killed him." Sara whispered.
"What?" Neon looked at the older woman who had calmed down enough to listen to the conversation. "Keiwa said…"
"Keiwa always deflected when the Heaven or Hell game was touched upon." Ace shared his observation.
"No matter, Keiwa's dead now because he wanted to save us." Sara looked at her brother who lay on the floor, unmoving. "Let's not talk about that, for now…"
"I'll help you file the papers, Haku- Sara."
"Thank you, Ace-sama.
