When a Filipino got Isekai'd with a twist!
" Only I can summon those!"
Chapter 8 : collision!
The air cracked as Kieth and the newly armored Riders squared up to Frank, Jack, and Josef. But before they could clash again, the battlefield shuddered—thick, choking miasma rolling like a tide.
A deep, guttural laugh echoed across the plains.
From the haze stepped several towering figures, their horns and armor marked with the insignia of the Demon King's court. The remaining generals. Their presence alone warped the battlefield; soldiers collapsed in terror, and even the ground beneath them blackened as their mana leaked.
At their head lumbered one Kieth knew all too well.
"Kurakabe…" Kieth muttered, eyes narrowing.
The hulking demon general's massive form was half-scorched, his chest plate scarred from the wound Kieth had left long ago. He grinned, exposing rows of jagged teeth.
"Kieth Martin!!! I've waited for this moment!! To crush you by my own hands!! I won't forgive you for burning me and for the humiliation you gave me!!" Kurakabe roared, voice like boulders grinding.
Kieth blinked, amusement flickering. "Ah—well, who are you again?" he replied, voice laced with confusion and that crooked smile.
"Gahhh! I'll shred you into pieces to make you remember me!" Kurakabe screamed, saliva and malice spitting with every word.
Kieth shrugged, relaxed as ever. "Okay, good luck with that, bruh."
There was a beat—earth holding its breath—then Josh cracked a grin and said loud enough for the four to hear over the approaching clash, "Hey guys, we're five, right?"
"Yeah. What are you getting at?" Vismond snapped, blade already humming.
Josh cocked his head, grin widening. "Ah well… we're more like Power Rangers than Mask Riders."
Cane barked a laugh. "Suits me. I always wanted to try the team pose."
Chris rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the smile creeping over his face as the lines closed.
Kieth finished cocking his sabers. "Alright then—let's put on a show."
The air exploded as both sides surged forward—anti-heroes and generals snarling, blades flashing, the earth splitting beneath their weight.
Kurakabe charged directly at Kieth, roaring loud enough to shake the heavens.
Their clash split the battlefield, past and present colliding.
Kurakabe's colossal fist met Kieth's twin sabers, the impact detonating a shockwave that ripped trees from their roots and sent soldiers tumbling like ragdolls. Sparks scattered like fireworks, illuminating the demon's snarling face.
"YOU'RE MINE, KIETH MARTIN!" Kurakabe howled, his claws swiping like guillotines.
Kieth ducked, sabers crossing to parry, the ground beneath his boots cracking with every block. "Man, you really love shouting my full name. What are you, my mom?"
"RAAAHHH!" Kurakabe slammed his horned head down like a battering ram.
Kieth sidestepped, smirking. "Careful, kebab-boy, hit me with those horns and you'll get stuck in the dirt."
The general roared, every vein pulsing with fury.
Meanwhile, Josh was locked blade-to-blade with Jack the Ripper. The assassin's daggers blurred, each strike angling for the kill. Josh countered with precise, economical swings—his Rider form amplifying every movement.
"Not bad for a copycat," Jack sneered, licking blood from his blade.
Josh scoffed, twisting his sword in a sudden riposte that nearly caught Jack across the throat. "Funny, I was about to say the same to you. Shame your style's second-rate."
Cane barreled into Frank Abigneil, shield glowing, spear stabbing with earthshaking force. Frank shimmered, his chameleon skin flickering in and out of sight.
"Can't hit what you can't see!" Frank taunted, vanishing completely.
Cane grinned, planting his feet. "Then I'll just hit everything!" He spun his spear in a wild arc, sparks and shockwaves lighting up the battlefield until Frank's cloaked form staggered back, exposed.
On the far side, Vismond clashed with Josef Mengele. The grotesque doctor laughed, his body splitting apart and regenerating faster than blades could cut. His claws lashed, forcing Vismond to flicker in and out of shadow, striking vital points in rapid succession.
"You can't kill what won't stay dead!" Josef hissed, chunks of flesh sloughing off only to stitch themselves back together.
Vismond's eyes narrowed, movements sharp and surgical. "Everyone has a weak point. You're not an exception."
Chris hovered behind them, hands glowing as he layered magical seals and Rider energy into devastating blasts. He hurled one skyward, the explosion blinding several of the lesser generals who had begun to close in.
"Oi, focus!" Chris snapped at Kieth as Kurakabe's fists hammered the earth like meteor strikes. "Stop mocking him and just kill the bastard already!"
"Relax, I've got this!" Kieth shouted back, sabers flashing in a blur as he redirected Kurakabe's next punch, sending the massive demon staggering a step. He winked at Chris mid-spin. "Besides, making him mad means he'll slip up sooner."
Kurakabe's eyes bulged, froth at his mouth. He raised both arms, gathering demonic mana until the air warped. "ENOUGH! I'LL TURN YOU INTO ASH, HERO!"
Kieth tightened his grip, sabers glowing brighter. His smile never faded. "Alright, kebab-boy… let's dance."
The battlefield trembled as their duel became the eye of the storm—heroes and monsters clashing in every direction, sparks of light colliding with shadows of despair.
Kurakabe's roar cracked the heavens. His body swelled, muscles ballooning like boulders, scars from their first battle glowing with demonic fire. His horns twisted upward, black armor fusing with molten skin until he towered like a walking volcano. Veins of red mana pulsed across his chest as his jaw split wider, rows of jagged fangs spilling out like a nightmare unleashed.
The ground quaked with every step he took. Lava hissed beneath his feet, the very battlefield rebelling against his presence. Soldiers screamed, collapsing from the pressure.
"KIETH MARTIN!" he thundered, voice booming across the plains. "NO MORE GAMES! I'LL CRUSH YOU INTO PASTE AND FEAST ON YOUR BONES!"
Kieth tilted his head, sabers humming, his grin sharp as ever. "Damn, someone had too much protein powder."
Kurakabe's molten eyes burned like suns. "THIS IS MY TRUE FORM! NO WOUND CAN HARM ME! NO HERO CAN STOP ME!"
Kieth clicked his tongue. "Guess it's time I stop holding back too." He tossed the twin sabers aside. In their place, a belt shimmered into existence across his waist—sleek, glowing with familiar Rider energy.
"Alright then… let's change it up a bit." He raised a card, sliding it into the slot with a sharp shhk!
"Transform!"
Light erupted. Metallic armor materialized piece by piece, interlocking over his frame until he stood reborn. The beetle-shaped crest gleamed on his chest, his mask sharp and angular like a blade's edge. His entire body pulsed with a golden-blue aura, wings of pure energy briefly flashing before folding back.
Mask Rider Blade stood where Kieth had been.
Kurakabe stopped mid-step, blinking once—then bursting into a guttural, mocking laugh. "PFFFT—BAHAHAHA! A BUG?!" He pointed with a claw, voice dripping with ridicule. "YOU CHOSE THE FORM OF AN INSECT TO FACE ME?! A WEAK LITTLE BEETLE! I'LL CRUSH YOU UNDER MY HEEL LIKE THE PEST YOU ARE!"
Kieth cracked his neck, rolling his shoulders. "Bug, huh? Funny thing about bugs…" His voice dropped, calm yet confident. "…they're hard as hell to kill. Step on one, and ten more crawl out."
Kurakabe snarled, stomping forward. "YOU DARE MOCK ME, WORM?!"
Kieth raised his sword, its edge glowing with elemental energy drawn straight from the belt. "Not mocking. Just warning." His stance sharpened, aura flaring. "This beetle bites."
Kurakabe roared, lunging like a meteor. Kieth charged straight in, Rider Blade's sword clashing against volcanic claws. The collision sent out a wave of light and fire, splitting the battlefield in two.
The battlefield shook with every strike. Kurakabe's claws ripped through stone and steel, his molten aura scorching the ground, but Kieth—now clad as Rider Blade—met every blow head-on. Sparks showered as blade met claw, their clash sending shockwaves across the lines.
Kurakabe snarled, veins of fire bulging. "IS THIS IT?! THIS IS YOUR BUG FORM?! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A TOY FOR ME TO BREAK!" He hammered a fist down like a meteor.
Kieth blocked, the impact driving him a step back, boots grinding trenches into the dirt. "Huh… you talk a lot for a guy who got roasted by a rookie version of me." He slid a glowing card between his fingers. "Guess I'll have to shut you up properly."
Kurakabe's grin widened with rage. "YOU CAN'T EVEN SCRATCH MY TRUE BODY! I AM IMMORTAL, HERO!"
Kieth smirked, eyes flashing behind the mask. "Immortal, huh? Let's test that theory."
He drew a series of glowing cards, each shimmering like fragments of destiny itself. With one motion, he slammed them into the belt.
"King Form!"
The world erupted in golden light. Energy surged outward, forcing demons and soldiers alike to shield their eyes. Armor unfolded over Kieth like living flame—gleaming gold and silver plates interlocking, runes shimmering across the surface. The beetle crest expanded, transforming into a regal emblem. A luminous cape of energy unfurled behind him, flickering with the essence of all the elemental powers sealed in his deck.
The Rider standing before Kurakabe was no longer just Blade—he was Blade King Form, radiant like a golden monarch born for battle.
Even the other heroes paused mid-clash, their breath caught.
"Holy shit," Josh muttered. "Now that's an entrance."
Chris shook his head with a crooked grin. "Leave it to Kieth to one-up even himself."
Vismond smirked faintly. "He never changes."
Kurakabe's eyes widened—not with fear, but with twisted excitement. "YES! THAT'S MORE LIKE IT! SHOW ME YOUR TRUE POWER SO I CAN RIP IT TO SHREDS!"
Kieth rested the golden blade on his shoulder, his smirk sharp as ever. "Careful what you wish for, barbecue boy. You wanted a king?" He leveled the blade forward, golden aura surging like a storm. "Well… you got one."
The ground shattered as both of them lunged at once—gold against magma, king against monster—their clash splitting the battlefield with light and fury.
The clash of gold and magma sent another shockwave ripping across the plains, dust and flame swallowing everything around them. Kieth skidded back, cape of energy flickering, Blade King Form gleaming like a miniature sun. His golden sword still smoked from the last strike, but Kurakabe stood tall, his molten body steaming as if he had simply shrugged it all off.
Kurakabe let out a guttural laugh, pounding his chest with clawed fists. "IS THAT ALL, HERO?! YOUR 'KING' FORM CAN'T EVEN LEAVE A SCAR ON ME!"
Kieth twirled the sword once, then slid it into the belt. His smirk never left. "Damn, barbecue boy… you really are built like a brick oven." He tilted his head toward the sky, voice calm. "Hey, Metatron—you ready?"
The system chimed, its voice echoing like a machine from heaven.
"Affirmative."
Kurakabe sneered, smoke snorting from his nostrils. "What are you changing for? Because your bug form didn't do much to me?!"
Kieth's smirk widened. "Nah… I just wanna show off." His tone shifted, carrying that edge of respect. "…but to be honest, you're strong. So stand tall, my guy—because I'm stronger."
The atmosphere trembled. A whistling roar echoed overhead. Both armies—demon and human alike—looked up as the clouds split.
Something massive descended from the heavens: a giant metallic contraption, its silhouette glowing red-hot from reentry. Piece by piece, it tore through the sky, locking onto Kieth with surgical precision.
Kurakabe's molten eyes flared in alarm. His instincts screamed danger. With a roar, he lunged forward, claws glowing like molten swords. "I WON'T LET YOU FINISH IT!"
Kieth spread his arms wide, grinning like a madman. "Too late, barbecue boy."
WHAM! The first piece slammed onto his arm, plating unfolding like a gauntlet. CLANG! Another struck his shoulders, locking into place. The battlefield quaked as chunk after chunk of the metallic beast latched onto him in midair.
Kurakabe swung—only for a blinding repulsor beam to erupt from Kieth's half-formed gauntlet, blasting the demon general back in a fiery explosion.
"Just stalling you, buddy," Kieth called out as more armor clamped onto his body, hydraulics hissing, servos locking. The chest plate snapped down with a thunderous clang, glowing reactor core blazing to life. His legs armored up, boosters folding into place.
Finally, the helmet descended, sealing shut with a hiss of compressed air. The eyes blazed blue, and the metallic giant straightened, towering with the weight of unstoppable power.
The ground itself seemed to bow as the transformation completed.
Kieth's voice rang out through the suit's speakers, deep and resonant. "Alright, barbecue boy…" He cracked his armored knuckles, the sound like metal mountains grinding. "Time for round two."
Kurakabe snarled, smoke blasting from his molten jaws. "WHAT IS THIS?!" His claws raked across the ground, carving molten furrows. "NO TOY OF METAL CAN STOP ME!"
Kieth flexed inside the Hulkbuster-like armor, his HUD glowing with data streams. The system hummed with precision, every servo locked, every thruster primed. He tilted his head, helmet eyes flaring blue.
"Toy?" Kieth chuckled, his voice booming from the external speakers. "Nah, big guy… this is my knuckle sandwich machine. And guess what? You're the first customer."
Kurakabe roared and charged, molten claws glowing white-hot as he slashed upward with the force of a collapsing volcano.
THOOM!
The claws connected—only to be caught mid-swing by Kieth's massive armored gauntlet. The shockwave split the earth beneath them, sending cracks spiderwebbing for miles. Sparks danced where magma met steel.
"Nice try." Kieth's other gauntlet cocked back, thrusters screaming. "My turn."
BOOM!
The punch landed like a meteor strike. Kurakabe's massive body was launched back, crashing through ranks of lesser demons like a cannonball through paper. The impact sent a shockwave that toppled entire platoons.
The human alliance roared, their hope rekindled by the sight of the once-terrifying general being flattened like a ragdoll.
Kurakabe staggered upright, lava drooling from his mouth as fury twisted his molten face. "YOU… WORTHLESS… HUMAN!" His mana flared, geysers of magma bursting around him. "I WILL TURN YOUR SUIT INTO SCRAP AND YOUR BODY INTO ASH!"
Kieth tilted his armored head, reactor core pulsing brighter. "Yeah, yeah. Heard that before. Lemme guess—you'll shred me, burn me, blah blah blah." He raised his gauntlets, fists glowing as repulsors charged. "Newsflash, barbecue boy—"
SHOOM! SHOOM! SHOOM!
A barrage of repulsor blasts rained down, carving glowing craters into Kurakabe's molten hide. The demon staggered, shielding himself with his massive claws as explosions erupted across his chest and shoulders.
Kieth's boosters flared, lifting the hulking armor off the ground in a thunderous leap. He came down like a comet, fist-first.
CRAAAAASH!
The impact cratered the earth, pinning Kurakabe beneath a mountain of steel and fire.
Inside the suit, Kieth grinned, wiping sweat from his brow. "Damn… feels good to finally punch something without holding back."
The battlefield held its breath—until a guttural roar erupted beneath him. Lava burst upward as Kurakabe shoved against the armor, molten claws digging into the Hulkbuster's chest plate.
The HUD blared warnings.
[ALERT: Armor Integrity—87%]
[Warning: Heat Levels Rising]
Kurakabe's molten eyes blazed with madness. "IS THIS YOUR GREAT POWER, HERO?! I'LL RIP YOU OUT OF THIS TIN CAN AND EAT YOUR HEART!"
Kieth pushed back, servos straining, blue thrusters roaring to hold the line. "Damn… you really don't shut up, huh?"
Kieth gritted his teeth, the metal of his gauntlet groaning under the immense, superheated pressure of Kurakabe's claws. The smell of superheated metal and sulfur was thick, even inside the heavily filtered cockpit. The main reactor whined, demanding more power to stabilize the suit's core temperature.
"You talk too much for a pile of hot rock," Kieth growled, pushing every ounce of his suit's strength into the counter-force. The ground continued to crack and churn beneath them.
Kurakabe's face, a contorted mask of magma, was inches from the suit's visor. "I AM THE SWORD OF THE ABYSS! I AM THE END OF YOUR PATHETIC AGE!" With a titanic shove, he managed to roll Kieth's massive armor onto its back.
KRRSSSH!
The suit skidded across the broken landscape, leaving a gouge the size of a highway. The HUD flashed a furious red: [CRITICAL: LIFE SUPPORT TEMPS RISING] and [ARMOR INTEGRITY: 75%]. A molten fissure had opened in the chest plate where Kurakabe had been digging.
Kieth flipped a series of switches, his fingers flying across the controls. "Time for a gear shift, you overgrown lava lamp!"
As Kurakabe lumbered forward, ready to tear into the downed machine, Kieth triggered the suit's escape maneuver. Twin ports on the back of the armor opened, and two massive, anchor-like harpoons shot out, burying themselves deep into the bedrock.
ZRRR-CHANK!
The lines snapped taut, and the Hulkbuster-like suit didn't just stand up—it sprung to its feet with explosive force, using the anchors as a pivot point. The action threw Kurakabe off balance for a split second.
"Say goodnight, you fiery fossil!" Kieth roared.
His right arm, still glowing from the repulsor blasts, split open in three places. Instead of another repulsor ray, a weapon unlike any other deployed: a massive, gleaming, multi-faceted energy blade, humming with an intense, surgical blue light. The Plasma Claymore.
Kieth brought the blade down in a clean, vertical arc.
VWEEEE-SHING!
It sliced through the demon general's hardened, molten shoulder and torso. The cut was so precise and so hot that it didn't splatter lava; it instantly cauterized the wound, leaving a clean, glowing blue-white seam across Kurakabe's body, from his collarbone to his opposite hip.
Kurakabe froze. His molten eyes widened, not with rage, but with a terror Kieth had never seen on a demon's face.
"No…" he whispered, his voice losing its thunder, becoming a dry, cracked sound.
Kieth planted his feet, the suit's frame vibrating with stored energy. "There's the newsflash, buddy," he said, his voice deadly calm. "I didn't just bring a toy to this fight. I brought the divorce papers."
He pushed the blade straight through. The two halves of the great demon general, separated by the searing hot cut, shuddered. A moment later, with a sound like a mountain collapsing, Kurakabe disintegrated into a massive cloud of ash and cooled, black rock.
The silence that followed was absolute.
The human alliance, who had been bracing for the demon general's counterattack, stared at the immense crater, then at the smoking, monolithic suit of armor. Slowly, tentatively, a cheer began to rise—a cheer that quickly became a deafening, unified roar of victory.
Inside the cockpit, Kieth leaned back, the suit's intense vibration slowly fading. The HUD was still red, still flashing warnings, but the emergency klaxons had stopped. He brought his gauntlet up and rubbed the blade against the thigh plate, cleaning off the residual slag before it folded back into his arm with an intricate series of whirs and clicks.
"Okay," he sighed, exhaustion finally hitting him. "One down. Let's see what the rest of the invasion force thinks about me now." He straightened his posture, the armor's external speakers crackling to life.
"The General is retired! Anyone else feel like making today their last day?" he challenged, his voice booming over the broken battlefield.
The remaining demon forces hesitated. Their leader, their mighty Kurakabe, was gone, erased by a single man in a suit of metal. The tide, for the first time, was not just turned, but broken.
Kieth didn't wait for an answer. He took one step, the massive foot grinding rock into powder. His helmet eyes, still flaring with brilliant blue light, scanned the field.
"Get your collective rears in gear, folks," he commanded over the general alliance comms. "The show ain't over yet. Let's sweep the rest of this garbage off our planet!"
What happens next? Does Kieth engage the rest of the demon army, or does he need to deal with a new, perhaps more powerful, threat emerging from the retreating forces?
To be continued