The crimson storm slowly dissipated, and when Jiang Xia opened his eyes again, he had been teleported to another place.

A valley surrounded by loess, with slightly green mountains surrounding a larger area of ​​loess.

In addition to the storm that teleported Jiang Xia here, another storm that teleported people also appeared within his sight.

Following another red storm, the people who were teleported over exclaimed when they saw Jiang Xia and the people standing behind him, and ran towards them quickly.

However, none of them came to find Jiang Xia, but to find the person behind Jiang Xia.

But Jiang Xia didn’t care. He pushed his hat down and disappeared silently in front of everyone.

When he appeared again, he was already standing above the valley, looking down at the heroes who were forcibly teleported by the storybook.

“Kamen Rider 01 – Hiden Orto, Kamen Rider Saber – Kamiyama Touma, the Four Idiots of the Train, Full Driver Caesar, his companions, and some of the team members.”

Jiang Xia just silently looked at them as they were greeting each other at the bottom of the valley. He glanced at them a few times and then shifted his gaze elsewhere.

They are not important. What is important is Shotaro Ishimori. As long as we find him, we can find out what happened.

However, there is no need to look for him specifically, because the enemy that brought these heroes together will naturally bring Shotaro Ishimori here.

“Haha, you guys finally fell into our trap.”

A burst of arrogant and unpleasant laughter suddenly rang out from the middle of the green mountain.

Dozens of strange-looking people emerged from the bushes one by one like pulling carrots, weapons in hand, pointing at the knights and teams gathered in the valley below.

“What is your purpose?” Kamiyama Feiyuzhen questioned them as he looked at so many strange people who suddenly rushed out.

“Our goal, hahahaha, our goal is to combine all of you guys’ stories into one, and then destroy you all together.”

The monster, whose entire body was red and whose head was like a book of fire, waved the mace in his hand and pointed the tip at Kamiyama Touma.

“But you gathered us together and concentrated our fighting power, and you monsters also gathered together.” Kamiyama Touma looked up at the densely packed monsters halfway up the mountain and said.

These weirdos don’t seem to have very high IQs.

If they were really smart, they should have used their group advantage, outnumbered the minority, and eliminated them directly. Why would they have gone to the trouble of mixing up the stories?
According to normal logic, they should have some other purpose.

As a novelist, he attached great importance to the logic of the story, but it was obvious that the logic of the weirdo in front of him was different.

“Haha, we are much more in number than you.” The red monster disagreed after hearing what Kamiyama Touma said.

“It will be easier for us to rule the world if we gather together and kill them all. Come on!”

Following his order, the monsters from different worlds halfway up the mountain all raised their weapons and charged towards Kamiyama Touma’s group with shouts.

“I won’t let you succeed.” Shenshan Feiyuzhen took out the holy sword and shouted: “Transform!”

Now we can only finish the fight first.

The others also transformed, and a battle between the Knights and the monsters began.

Just as the fierce melee broke out, a young man with a mushroom-shaped hairstyle, wearing a white shirt and black trousers appeared out of nowhere on the top of a mountain.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, spread out the drawing board in his hand, and wrote and drew on the board while watching the battle all over the mountains. He looked exactly like an ordinary sketching boy.

“I found you, Shotaro Ishimori.”

Jiang Xia, who was observing at the top of the mountain, noticed Ishimori Shotaro the moment he appeared. Although he was just an ordinary boy without any power and looked ordinary, the authority he possessed over this world was terrifyingly high.

After all, he is the original author of Knight and Sentai. Even though many things that came later were not created by him, their significance is the same as that of Kuuga to the Heisei series.

Without him there would be no origin.

Under Jiang Xia’s gaze, Shotaro Ishimori completed the first draft of his hero.

The white drawing paper was divided into two parts, and two warriors with completely different looks stood on both sides of the picture. The one on the left wore a helmet, had two original eyes, a long brocade ribbon tied behind his neck, and the muscles on his body bulged high.

Although it was not colored, Jiang Xia could tell from Shotaro Ishimori’s excellent painting skills that he was drawing Kamen Rider No. 1, the No. 1 from the Showa era.

On the other side of the white drawing paper, there are two round eyes on the helmet, and a warrior wearing sportswear. He also has a half-length cape on his back.

The origin of the Super Sentai, the first Red Ranger among the Secret Five Rangers, but also without color.

At this moment, a strange figure suddenly appeared next to Shotaro Ishimori who was painting.

He was a middle-aged man with black hair combed neatly back. He wore a black shirt with a collar on his upper body, a long black leather jacket on the outside, and black clothes and black pants.

No matter what work this kind of outfit is in, it usually represents the villain. The protagonist will not wear all black and sneak up on a child.

“Have you drawn the hero in your mind?” The middle-aged man in black walked up to Shotaro Ishimori, supported himself on the grass with his hands, and sat down.

“It is you.”

Shotaro Ishimori knew him, and it was he who brought himself into this world, saying that he would help him draw the hero that only existed in his imagination.

He said his name was Asmodeus, which is the name of the demon god in mythology, one of the seventy-two pillars of Solomon, ranked thirty-second, and also represents the king of demons.

“Well, let me see if I can help you.” Asmodeus pointed at the fighting Saber and the fully-powered one and said, “I have shown you so many heroes, you should have gained a lot.”

“Thank you. I really gained a lot.” Ishimori Shotaro smiled and said, “Everyone you showed me was very handsome. Although they were not what I expected, they also gave me a lot of inspiration. These heroes are really strong and handsome.”

“Would you like to see the hero I drew?” Shotaro Ishimori became excited when he mentioned what he had gained.

“Oh, then I really want to see your work.” When Asmodeus heard what Shotaro Ishimori said, his pupils shrank as small and sharp as a needle tip, his long eyebrows trembled violently, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

“Let me show you. I have decided that I will become a cartoonist after I graduate from high school. I have even decided on a name. I will write the stories in my heart through comics. The one on the left is called Kamen Rider, and the one on the right is called Red Ranger, and he belongs to the Super Sentai.” After handing the drawing in his hand to Asmodeus, Shotaro Ishimori stood up from the grass, shining in the sun.

He found his dream through the hero shown to him by Asmodeus. The inspiration in his heart was constantly colliding in his mind, bursting out with all kinds of indescribable wonderful ideas.

Although he is still in school and does not have much time to draw comics, he can first record these inspirations in words and start creating formally after completing his studies.

“I see. Your future will be very bright.”

Asmodeus flipped through the line drawings drawn by Shotaro Ishimori one by one, and his expression and tone became excited.

His hands were shaking so much that he could hardly hold the drawing, as if he had seen some extremely precious treasure.

But contrary to the excitement in his words, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and in the end there was even a hint of chilliness.

However, he used the draft to block his cold gaze, so Shotaro Ishimori, who was immersed in the inspiration in his mind, did not notice the gaze that seemed to want to eat him alive.

After reading through the drawings of Kamen Rider One and Red Ranger by Shotaro Ishimori, Asmodeus held the drawings in one hand and slowly got up from the ground.

“I think so. I will let the hero in my heart pass on to every child and let them understand that this is a story of justice.” Ishimori Shotaro stretched out his hand to Asmodeus. “You have finished reading it now, right? Shouldn’t you return my drawing to me?”

“Okay, I’ll give the drawing back to you.” Asmodeus handed the drawing back to Shotaro Ishimori with a smile on his face.

“Thank you again for showing me the story of the hero.” Shotaro Ishimori also walked towards Asmodeus with a smile on his face.

Just at the moment when Shotaro Ishimori took the drawing.

“Pfft!”

Hot blood spurted out from Shotaro Ishimori’s abdomen. The white shirt on Shotaro’s upper body was instantly dyed red by the flowing blood. A sharp dagger was inserted right into Shotaro Ishimori’s abdomen.

When Asmodeus was about to return the drawing to Shotaro Ishimori, a dagger suddenly slipped out from his sleeve and, with the help of the cover of the drawing, stabbed directly into Shotaro Ishimori’s abdomen.

The strike hit the target immediately, and he twisted the hilt of the knife fiercely, feeling the blood of the God of Creation spurting out of his body, splashing a warm area on his chest.

Asmodeus threw the drawing in his hand to the ground, stretched out his hand and pushed Shotaro Ishimori to the ground. The gushing blood dyed the ground red in the blink of an eye.

“I’m really sorry. I didn’t want to kill you.” Asmodeus sighed and shook his head. He squatted down and looked at Shotaro Ishimori’s pupils which were still bright, as if asking him why.

It was clearly he who brought me into this world to see heroes, but why did he want to kill me now?

The dream in his heart had just begun to sprout, but he no longer had the chance and would never be able to see the hero in his heart be born.

“Well, since you want to know so much, I will let you die knowing full well.” Asmodeus adjusted his black leather jacket. Black is good because it can cover up the blood produced after killing someone, not to mention that it is a high-end waterproof product.

“I brought you to this world because I wanted to use the heroes you are not familiar with to interfere with your creative desires, so that you will not be able to draw stories about Kamen Rider and Super Sentai in the future. That is, I want to use the power of God to eliminate the heroes, and then drive you out of the world of the story. This is our plan to rule the world.”

“But I didn’t expect that my actions would actually help you and strengthen your determination to create,” Asmodeus sighed, “which makes it very difficult for me.”

“Generally speaking, the characters in the story cannot harm the author in any way, even if the author is powerless, because the so-called ability settings are written by the creator. No matter how powerful the fantasy is, it cannot affect them.”

“So I made two preparations in advance. Although the story is fictional, the words can affect real people. In other words, the characters in the novel cannot directly influence the creator, but can indirectly influence them through other aspects. The dagger that pierced your body came from your real world.”

“Of course, only things from the ‘real world’ can harm you, the God of Creation.” Asmodeus looked down at Ishimori Shotaro’s pupils that were slowly losing their light. He whispered, “Don’t worry, God of Creation, I will continue to write your story for you. Heroes will disappear one by one, and villains will rule the world. Isn’t this an inspirational example?”

“The puppet controlled by fate killed his creator and liberated his own destiny. How inspiring and successful.” Asmodeus raised his arms and laughed.

“boom!”

Asmodeus’ laughter was suddenly interrupted by a sudden burst of fire and explosion. It was a powerful explosion from below the valley.

He turned his head and saw that the Holy Blades represented by Kamiyama Touma and Goshikida Suketo’s fully transformed Caesar had each transformed into their final forms and were quickly clearing out the corresponding monsters and villains.

“Why don’t the heroes disappear? Even if Shotaro Ishimori dies, it won’t work?” Asmodeus said puzzledly as he looked at the battle situation.

Then Asmodeus turned his attention to Shotaro Ishimori. In this case, either he had not killed him yet, or something else had happened that he didn’t know about.

“Could it be!”

A rich blood color filled Asmodeus’ eyes, and his pupils instantly shrank to the size of a needle tip. He found out why the heroes did not disappear.

The uncolored drawing that he had just thrown on the ground was now covered by Shotaro Ishimori’s own blood.

Kamen Rider One and the Red Ranger of the Secret Five Rangers were both dyed red by Shotaro Ishimori’s blood.

The red-dyed drawing soared into the sky the moment it was filled with color.

The bright red figures of Kamen Rider One and Red Ranger instantly condensed into entities.

Countless Kamen Riders and teams extended out behind No. 1 and the Red Rangers.

At the moment when the 50th Kamen Rider and the 45th Super Sentai gathered, a red blood shock wave suddenly erupted with the drawing floating in the air as the center.

“Ahhh! How could this happen?!”

Asmodeus was hit head-on by the impact,

As punishment for killing gods, he was subjected to an attack a thousand times more painful than lingchi, and his body was blown to pieces in a ten-thousandth of a second.

The army he formed by joining forces with the villains from the Super Sentai and Kamen Rider worlds, intending to rule all the worlds after the heroes disappeared, was instantly turned into powder by the impact of this god.

The picture froze here. A red beam of light stood on the ground, and Jiang Xia’s figure slowly emerged.

He looked down at the dead Ishimori Shotaro and sighed: “So this is the source of the crisis. It seems that after your death, although Kamen Rider continued, it has encountered very serious problems.”

Then, he flashed away, exited Oma Zi-O’s memory world, and returned to reality. (End of this chapter)