"Interesting… he actually transformed into Decade. That transformation has always been exclusive to him. I didn't expect Alex Ray to possess the same ability."
Not only could he summon other Riders, but he could also transform into them directly. An enviable power, indeed.
"Dai Shocker was destroyed by Ashu—how the hell are they still able to develop a new transformation system?" Kaito Daiki muttered to himself as he watched Alex Ray shift into Kamen Rider Decade before his eyes.
"I wonder if that belt can be used by others. What a treasure," he added greedily, eyes locked onto the device around Alex's waist.
His own transformation device had been stolen in the past, so he knew all too well the addictive thrill of stealing such powerful tech. He was fully aware of the might stored within that belt.
"But even if he turns into Decade, he won't beat me. Nobody knows that Rider better than I do." With that, Kaito Daiki lunged toward Alex Ray.
On the other side of the battlefield, Wanda Maximoff and Loki were equally locked in a magical clash. Both skilled in the arcane arts, their spells collided midair, warping space with chaotic energy.
The intensity of the battle didn't go unnoticed—crowds began to gather.
"So many Riders fighting... Is this some kind of movie shoot?" a passerby asked, puzzled.
"No, I just saw the pink Rider—he's the Lord of Hell, Alex Ray. He just rescued a bunch of hostages from those green-skinned thugs," someone else answered.
"Yeah, I saw it too. There were some wealthy folks in there—I recognized a few from the finance sector. They bolted like rabbits. Must've been a kidnapping!" added another bystander.
"Why are the people from Hell's Kitchen always the ones rescuing us? What the hell is the federal government doing? We pay ridiculous taxes, and yet it's the very people we look down on—Hell's Kitchen street rats—who come through?" an angry voice cut through the crowd, and it struck a chord.
Grumbles of agreement rippled through the crowd as frustration with the government mingled with reluctant gratitude toward the underworld heroes of Hell's Kitchen.
Amid the chaos, the hostages Loki had taken managed to escape. Their faces were pale, still etched with fear—survivors who'd barely clawed their way back from the brink of death.
Despite having groveled in front of Loki just moments before, once free, many quickly returned to their usual arrogance.
After all, anyone attending this kind of party was either rich, powerful, or both. These people were used to living above others, particularly above the federal agencies they indirectly controlled.
"Unbelievable! I'm filing a complaint the moment I get home! Is security in the New York really this pathetic?" shouted a man in an expensive suit, his voice trembling as he tried to hide his fear behind a facade of outrage.
"Ugh, I can't believe I got saved by trash from Hell's Kitchen," a woman sneered.
Even though she owed her life to Alex Ray's intervention, her prejudice toward Hell's Kitchen ran deep.
"Well, I think the folks from Hell's Kitchen are more dependable than the feds. This is the second time Alex Ray has saved me. Those streets may look rough, but I'll be damned—I'm donating to them when I get back," a middle-aged man declared.
He had clearly developed a deep trust in Alex Ray—and perhaps even a sense of guilt.
"But they both turned into the same Rider. Are they just staging this whole battle?" a young woman asked, frowning.
"That's bull! I saw that arrogant bastard in the green cloak take us hostage! How dare you question the guy who saved us? You deserve to get kidnapped again," another man snapped.
His tone burned with both anger toward Loki and gratitude toward Alex Ray.
"Okay, okay, enough! Let's just get out of here before something else explodes. I'm leaving the Big Apple—this place isn't safe anymore!" a woman said in a trembling voice.
The group dispersed, each processing their trauma in their own way. Some were thankful, others resentful, and more than a few simply fled in silence, overwhelmed by the whole ordeal.
But none of it mattered to Alex Ray or Wanda. Saving those hostages had been a side effect, not a mission.
Still, since he'd saved them, he would expect compensation—eventually. Alex wasn't a saint, after all. He didn't need to personally extort them either. That's what Wilson Fisk was for. The Kingpin would handle the dirty work. Those people could forget about walking away for free.
The fight between Alex Ray and Kaito Daiki escalated. Their silhouettes flashed across the battlefield, each clash ripping the air apart like thunderclaps.
Meanwhile, Loki's side was becoming more desperate.
His once-calm expression had morphed into a scowl. Cracks and scorch marks marred his Asgardian armor, a testament to the punishing blows he'd suffered from Wanda's chaos magic.
He was growing anxious.
Wanda's magical prowess far exceeded his expectations.
Loki was a master of illusions, adept at sowing confusion on the battlefield by projecting false images and traps.
But against Wanda, his illusions were completely useless.
No matter what he conjured, she pierced through it with uncanny precision, as though she could see through reality itself.
Frustration crept into Loki's thoughts. His illusion magic—his most reliable strength—was nullified. And Wanda's attacks were only becoming more relentless.
He couldn't help but wonder: Are all the people around Alex Ray monsters? How are they so strong?
Lost in his thoughts, Loki didn't notice Wanda's next spell.
This time, she wasn't holding back.
The air crackled and twisted under the pressure of her chaos magic. The scent of raw magic filled the battlefield like ozone before a storm.
"All because of this pretty boy in a cloak, my date with Alex got ruined!" Wanda shouted, fury burning in her eyes.
"Anyone who ruins my date has to die!"
If not for Loki, she and Alex would still be enjoying their evening together—maybe even taking things to the next level.
But now, all of it was ruined.
Fueled by rage, she raised her hands. Chaos magic surged from her fingertips, coalescing into four blazing phoenixes, each one shrieking with deafening cries.
They circled above her for only a second before she pointed toward Loki—and they launched.
Four red phoenixes tore through the sky, streaking straight for the God of Mischief.
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