Author's Note:
Rejoice ! A new chapter and things are about to get interesting with the story so far mainly after we just finished rewatching "Reiwa the First Generation"
As always PMs are open and etc as well few upcoming thing like a History Rewrite Arc
As always hope you the reader is enjoying the story so far
Also we're trying to change up the style
Till next chapter Apzeta and Bishop
[ Mantle - Onyx/Ark and Amethyst ]
Ark/Onyx and Amethyst move briskly through the streets of Mantle toward a waiting transport ship.
The distant howls of Grimm echo across the snow-covered city, but the android duo seem unfazed.
Ark, now fully occupying Onyx's body, exudes an aura of calculated malice. His movements are fluid yet deliberate, embodying the perfect merger of Ark's intelligence and Onyx's enhanced physicality.
Amethyst walks beside him, her tone sharp and focused.
Amethyst: "Akira and Adam have already made their move. They're tracking the Hound as we speak."
Ark, speaking through Onyx, smirks.
Ark/Onyx: "Good their actions will be needed in my equation. Now, it's time I demonstrate my power."
As they approach the transport area, Ark's gaze shifts to the Ark Driver securely strapped to his waist. He stops abruptly.
Amethyst: (curious) "What is it? We're wasting time."
Ark/Onyx: (calmly) "Patience, Amethyst. A test is in order."
Amethyst tilts her head, her red eyes narrowing as Ark raises his hand to the Ark Loader on the Driver.
His voice resonates with an unsettling confidence.
Ark/Onyx: "Henshin."
He presses the Ark Loader.
The Ark-Driver activates with an ominous hum, followed by distorted, overlapping voices filled with malice.
Ark-Driver: "[ Arkrise ! ] (terrified screaming and distorted voices)
From the Driver, black and red kanji representing "malice," "fear," and "despair" emerge, hovering in the air like an ominous prophecy.
Six spiked stars form a circle, pulsating with dark energy. The kanji dissolve into liquid metal, which seeps into the ground before rising to engulf Ark/Onyx.
The liquid metal molds itself around his body, forming sleek, segmented armor. The red core on the chest pulses menacingly, and intricate white accents streak across the black matte finish.
The transformation culminates with a sharp hiss as the helmet forms, the red eye glowing with an intense, predatory glare.
Ark-Driver: [ All Zero ! ]
Ark/Onyx flexes his gauntleted hands as the transformation completes, his voice colder and more authoritative.
Ark/Onyx: "Perfection. The pinnacle of malice personified."
Amethyst takes a step back, her analytical systems processing the overwhelming aura of the Ark-Zero form.
Amethyst: "Impressive… The fluid metal response rate is faster than I anticipated."
Ark/Onyx: (turning to her) "This form surpasses all limitations. Even Salem's creations pale in comparison."
He clenches his fist, the red eye glowing brighter.
Ark/Onyx: "A new conclusion has been made: Salem's Hound is a minor obstacle. It shall fall like the rest."
Amethyst nods, her confidence bolstered by Ark's display.
Amethyst: "Then let's not waste time. The Schnee Manor awaits."
Ark/Onyx: "This chaos is a reminder of the Huntsman and it's kingdom's weakness. But I am not bound by such frailties. My malice will become their salvation—or their end."
Amethyst smirks, the corners of her lips curling upward in amusement.
Amethyst: "Just remember, we need the combat data. Don't annihilate everything… yet."
Ark/Onyx glances at her, his tone dripping with condescension.
Ark/Onyx: "Your concerns are noted…"
[ Small Time Skip: MetsubouJinrai Ship ]
The ship hums softly as it cuts through the icy winds, soaring toward the Schnee Manor.
Inside the ship's cockpit, Amethyst is at the controls, her sharp movements precise as she adjusts the ship's trajectory.
Behind her, Adam sits cross-legged on the floor, his robotic eye glowing faintly as he works on his cybernetic implants.
In the rear compartment, Akira is Portable Terminal connected to the Ark-Driver, the screen flickering as lines of data stream across it. With the Ark-Driver's red core glowing as if alive.
Onyx is on a corner being repaired by the Portable 3D printer that's repairing him after the Ark had taken him a temporary vessel
The Ark's voice resonates from the Driver, its tone calculated and cold.
Ark: "The data extracted from the Hound is incomplete. To fully integrate its capabilities into the Progrisekey, additional samples are required."
Akira types furiously, his brow furrowed in concentration.
Akira: "I'm working on it. The Hound's biology isn't like anything I've ever seen. It's Grimm, but… augmented. There's human DNA in here—fused on a cellular level."
Amethyst glances over her shoulder, her tone clinical.
Amethyst: "A hybrid? That explains the increased resilience and intelligence."
Adam smirks darkly, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.
Adam: "A perfect soldier, built to obey. Just like all of us, in a way."
Ark: "Obedience is irrelevant. What matters is its efficiency as a weapon. And it will serve my purpose… in pieces if necessary."
As Akira continues to analyze the data, a faint beeping noise draws their attention. Amethyst narrows her eyes at the radar display.
Amethyst: "We've got something on the horizon."
The group gathers in the cockpit as the ship's scanners reveal a massive figure in the distance.
A dark, hulking shape looms against the stormy sky—the Monstra Grimm, a flying whale-like creature that casts a shadow over the frozen landscape below. Its countless red eyes glint with malice as smaller Grimm swarm around it.
Akira's jaw tightens as he stares at the screen.
Akira: "That thing's carrying half of Salem's forces. If we take it out, we could cripple her army."
Adam scoffs, leaning against the cockpit wall.
Adam: "Or we could let Ironwood and his trigger-happy military handle it. They're already stretched thin trying to protect Atlas."
Amethyst tilts her head, considering their options.
Amethyst: "Taking it down would provide valuable combat data. But it would also expose our position."
The Ark-Driver emits a low hum, and Ark's voice cuts through the discussion.
Ark: "There is no need for unnecessary conflict. If the plan proceeds as intended, Salem's forces will crumble under their own weight. Our focus remains on gathering data and advancing the Progrisekey."
Akira nods reluctantly.
Akira: "Fine. We'll let the military deal with it—for now. But if that thing gets too close to the Manor…"
Ark: "Then it will be erased. Efficiently."
The group turns their attention back to the controls as the ship veers away from the Monstra, heading toward the Schnee Manor in the distance.
[ Monstra's Throne Room ]
Inside the cavernous interior of the Monstra, Salem stands at the center of her throne room, her flowing black gown trailing behind her.
Her pale hands move with graceful precision, directing the swarm of Grimm that surrounds her. The massive creature groans and shifts as her commands ripple through its body.
Salem's expression is calm, yet her piercing red eyes burn with intensity. She raises a hand, and the Grimm respond like an orchestra obeying its conductor.
But her focus is disrupted by the faint sound of bells, echoing through the chamber.
A figure materializes near the edge of the room, his movements erratic yet deliberate.
Riot, a Time Jacker, walks with an almost playful gait, his mismatched outfit clashing with the oppressive atmosphere.
The bells on his jester hat jingle softly as he moves.
Salem turns slowly, her gaze narrowing.
Salem: "You dare to intrude upon my domain?"
Riot spreads his arms in a theatrical gesture, his half-jester mask reflecting the dim light.
Riot: "Intrude? Oh, my dear I prefer to think of it as… a visit. After all, you've caught my attention with your little schemes."
Salem raises a hand, dark magic crackling at her fingertips.
Salem: "You've wasted enough of my time. Begone."
She fires a blast of magic toward him, but Riot vanishes in a blur of distorted time, reappearing a few steps away with a mocking laugh.
Riot: "Tsk, tsk. Is that any way to treat a guest? I'm here to help, you know."
Salem's expression darkens, her voice sharp.
Salem: "I have no need for your 'help.' Leave, before I make you regret stepping foot in my domain."
Riot sighs dramatically, reaching into his pocket to retrieve a strange device—a pocket watch-like object adorned with intricate gears and symbols.
Riot: "Such hostility. But you see, I couldn't resist. Your plan to gather the Relics… it's ambitious, sure. But there's a problem."
Salem remains silent, her eyes locked on the watch like device in his hand.
Riot: (grinning) "You're not the only one with power in this world. There's someone else—someone who could ruin everything. The Destroyer of Worlds, they call him."
Salem's gaze flickers with curiosity, though she maintains her composure.
Salem: "And why should I care about your warnings?"
Riot chuckles, holding up the device.
Riot: "Because I can offer you a way to rewrite the rules. To ensure your victory. All I need is a little… cooperation."
He activates the Anotherwatch, and a distorted image of Another Zero-One begins to form around him. His voice takes on a more sinister tone.
Anotherwatch: [ Zero-One ! ]
Riot: "What do you say ? Shall we make history together?"
Salem steps forward, her curiosity piqued despite her wariness. Her voice is calm, but there's a hint of intrigue.
Salem: "You have my attention… for now."
[ Somewhere in Mantle ]
Through the glowing, shimmering hues of the "Aurora Curtains," Tsukasa Kadoya steps onto the streets of Mantle. His coat flutters in the cold wind, but his confident smirk remains undeterred.
Following close behind is Woz, whose sleek and dramatic attire contrasts starkly with that of Mantle.
Woz takes a deep breath, exhaling a cloud of mist as he surveys the cityscape.
His expression is one of theatrical intrigue.
Woz: (gesturing broadly) "So, this is the world you've stumbled upon, Tsukasa-dono. A rather dreary pit stop for the Destroyer of Worlds, isn't it?"
Tsukasa smirks, adjusting the camera slung around his neck.
Tsukasa: "It's not the first place I've been to that's falling apart, and it won't be the last. Welcome to Remnant—home to four kingdoms, hunters, huntresses, creatures called Grimm, and a lot of bad decisions."
Woz tilts his head, raising a brow.
Woz: "Grimm, you say? Fascinating." (his tone becomes playfully dramatic) "But even more fascinating is the broken moon above us. How… poetic."
He gestures upward, and the shattered moon glows faintly through the overcast sky. Tsukasa spares it a glance, unimpressed.
Tsukasa: "The moon's been like that for who knows how long. No one here seems to care much about fixing it."
Woz chuckles, the sound laced with amusement.
Woz: "Fixing moons isn't exactly my area of expertise, but meddling in time… now that, I can do. Shall we track down the Time Jacker you encountered?"
Tsukasa leans against a nearby lamppost, casually pulling out his NeoDecadriver and flipping through his Rider Cards.
Tsukasa: (nonchalantly) "Not so fast. Before we start chasing time meddlers, there's something you need to understand about this world."
He pauses, glancing at the buildings and flickering lights of Mantle.
Tsukasa: "Remnant's not like the world you and I know. It's divided—four kingdoms trying to survive while Grimm swarm everywhere. People here have something called Aura that protects them, and the hunters fight with weapons that are… over the top, even by Rider standards."
Woz listens intently, his hand on his chin.
Woz: " Truly, this world's creativity knows no bounds. And this world's Rider… a variant of Zero-One, you say?"
Tsukasa nods, flipping through his Rider Cards absentmindedly.
Tsukasa: "Yeah. He's not bad—kind of reminds me of someone I know. But we're not here to make friends, Woz. We're here to fix whatever mess the Time Jacker is trying to make."
Woz's gaze sharpens, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Woz: "Understood. Though, I must admit, this journey becomes far more exciting with the prospect of rewriting this world's history. Perhaps I should chronicle your exploits here as well, Tsukasa-dono."
Tsukasa rolls his eyes but smirks nonetheless.
Tsukasa: "Save your monologues for later. First, we need to figure out the Time Jacker's endgame. And if he's targeting Salem, that might be our starting point."
Woz raises a brow, intrigued.
Woz: "Salem…? fascinating. Do you suppose this Salem might be willing to… cooperate?"
Tsukasa shrugs, his tone dry.
Tsukasa: "If you're into immortal tyrants with a god complex, sure. But don't count on her playing nice. For now, let's focus on gathering intel. Once we know what the Jacker is after, then we'll decide whether to call in Kaito or wake up Sougo."
Woz: (grinning) "Ah, My Demon Lord. It would be delightful to see him reclaim his throne as the great Oma Zi-O… if only for a moment."
Tsukasa sighs, shaking his head.
Tsukasa: "Let's avoid another apocalypse if we can help it. Now, come on. There's a city full of hunters and schemers waiting for us. Let's make some noise."
He gestures toward the distant lights of Mantle's center, and the two begin walking, their silhouettes vanishing into the swirling snow.
Woz's voice carries on the wind, his tone as dramatic as ever.
Woz: "A new chapter begins, Tsukasa-dono! What wonders and calamities shall we witness in this fractured world of Remnant?"
Tsukasa: (smirking) "Just remember, Woz. I'm not here to fix anything. I'm just a passing-through Kamen Rider."
As they disappear into the distance, the faint sound of a mirror breaking echoes, a sign of the chaos yet to unfold.