This café actually connects to another world?
"No matter what your identity is, I'm going to be with you for this entire life, so don't think about leaving me behind." Having heard him out, Akira retained her determined stance, closing the distance and tightly embracing Raven. She didn't want to be separated for even a second.
"I feel the same way, onee-chan." Seeing her devotion, Raven immediately lifted her face, leaning down to kiss her.
Akira proactively cradled Raven's head, completely disregarding the feelings of Touka and Yoko standing nearby. It wasn't until she was nearly breathless that she and Raven reluctantly parted lips.
Only then did she notice the two other women beside them. Her cheeks immediately flushed. However, from the way they looked at Raven, she knew their relationships were certainly not ordinary. But Akira was sensible and magnanimous; she chose not to challenge them, tacitly accepting their presence.
After all, the current Raven was not someone she could monopolize. Having a few more sisters would help to share the burden.
"Onee-chan, let me show you my current abilities," Raven immediately said to Akira. "You've been trapped for a few days, and you don't have any clothes to change into here. Let me give you a new outfit."
"New clothes?" Akira hadn't fully processed it.
The next second, with a snap of Raven's fingers, all the clothes on her body vanished. "Ah!" Her reaction was much more intense than Yoko's had been before.
Raven's eyes lingered on her curves for a moment before he finally gave Akira a new outfit: Black stockings, a camisole top, a mini-skirt, and a pair of crystal high heels. With these items on Akira, she was instantly transformed into the most alluring of angels.
"I... what am I wearing..." Akira stared blankly for a moment, then looked down at her new attire. Weren't these the very clothes she had always seen in magazines, but only dreamed of because of the exorbitant price?
"From now on, whatever you want to wear, just tell me," Raven said to the women collectively.
If the Golden Fruit had consciousness, it would be both furious and amused to know he was using the power of creation for such a purpose.
Meanwhile...
Following Raven's successful interception of the missile, which saved Zawame City from destruction, nations around the world were abuzz. They had just witnessed a miracle.
At the same time, the mortally-ill Kaito Kumon, having just finished a battle with several Inves, was physically depleted. It was then that the lurking Ryoma Sengoku finally appeared.
He had received the latest intelligence from DJ Sagara: that by winning the final test, there was still a chance to possess the Golden Fruit. This revitalized the previously demoralized Ryoma, who immediately began plotting anew. He decided to eliminate Kaito first, waiting in the shadows until his opponent was significantly exhausted before showing himself.
"You bastard, why are you showing up now?" Kaito eyed Ryoma warily.
"Simple. To eliminate you, of course." Ryoma smirked viciously.
"We'll see who dies first!" Kaito moved to transform again using the Genesis Driver. But the next second, Ryoma pulled out a remote control switch, pressed it, and the belt was instantly destroyed.
"Hahaha..." Ryoma laughed triumphantly.
"I anticipated fighting others who possessed Drivers, so I prepared in advance."
"You scum... if that's how it is..." Kaito reached into his clothes and pulled out another Driver—the Sengoku Driver he had used earliest. Just like that, he transformed once more into Kamen Rider Baron.
"I almost forgot you still had that. True, I didn't tamper with that particular Driver." Seeing this, Ryoma had no choice but to pull out his Energy Lemon Lockseed and transform. "But that's only because there was no need."
The transformed Ryoma, leveraging the superior data readout of his Genesis Driver, proceeded to utterly overwhelm Kaito. In just a few moves, he struck him down, sending him tumbling across the ground.
"The only humans who pose a threat to me are those two. You are still unworthy." Ryoma mercilessly crushed Kaito's dignity. Finally, he charged a finishing attack, hitting him dead-on and forcing his transformation to undo. Kaito collapsed to the ground, his mouth open and eyes closed.
Right in front of him, mere inches away, lay a fruit from the Helheim Forest. "Ugh... Ah..."
At that moment, the wounds on Kaito's arm flared up again. Ryoma walked over and contemptuously ripped the bandage off his arm.
He then spoke with a dismissive tone: "Tsk, tsk. With injuries like that, you're beyond saving, aren't you? It's a miracle you could even fight."
"I've been used to pain for a long time." Kaito struggled to climb back to his feet. Over this time, he had already become accustomed to the corrosive power of the Helheim Forest. "This much pain is nothing at all!"
"Hahaha, fool! This kind of suffering can't be overcome by sheer willpower alone," Ryoma scoffed, completely confident in his victory. In his eyes, Kaito was already a dead man.
"No. I've been enduring ever since I was a child." Kaito turned and looked at the Helheim Forest fruit lying beside him, snatching it up. "That was the pain of weakness!"
"What are you planning to do?" Ryoma watched with curiosity.
"Helheim's poison has already spread throughout my entire body. I'm going to die sooner or later anyway, so there's no need to cherish this life," Kaito said, staring intently at the fruit in his hand. "You enjoy running experiments, don't you?"
"In that case, what happens if I, someone already accustomed to the toxin, consume it?"
"Are you insane?" Ryoma challenged him.
"Hahaha, at most, I'll just end up like Hase." After saying that, Kaito took a massive bite, consuming the fruit—skin, flesh, and all.
Instantly, his body began to undergo an abnormal transformation, emanating a green light. In this state, he slowly walked toward Ryoma.
Ryoma subtly retreated, constantly vigilant that his opponent would not devolve into a mindless beast.
But the next second: "AARRRGH!" Kaito let out a massive roar, his entire body covered in plant-like vines, finally transforming into a visually awe-inspiring Over Lord form.