At nine o'clock at night, this was usually a time for rest. Even the moon had hidden itself today, but a group of young people thought differently. They gathered, avoiding the adults' gazes, and held an underground street race.
The young people gathered at the peak of a mountain. As the referee's countdown ended, one modified two-wheeled Beast after another roared down the mountain.
"3, 2, 1, GO!"
The road conditions on this mountain were extremely poor. The numerous bends were the least of the problems; the concrete road surface was riddled with potholes, and the streetlights flickered constantly. Even cars during the day had to be driven carefully here, let alone in this pitch-black night. The young riders could only rely on their headlights to see the road ahead.
Rumble—
The sound waves spread through the air, like a wild roar, tearing open the curtain of darkness.
The motorcycle tires howled around the twisted bends, leaving a bright trail of Fire, cutting through the night sky.
The mountain's tranquility was shattered by the rapidly moving engine sounds, echoing through the valley, conveying an exciting rhythm.
Among these crazy riders, a crimson motorcycle stood out the most. Less than halfway through the race, he had already taken the lead of the pack.
From behind, the sounds of other riders falling off their bikes occasionally reached him, but this could not stop the crimson war machine's driver from winning the race.
"I can go faster!"
The rider twisted the throttle, and the crimson racing bike turned into an afterimage. The rider's reckless driving style, combined with this heavily modified sportbike's 30% higher top speed than other motorcycles, made this motorcycle appear to be three times faster than the other racers.
How could they possibly catch up?
The riders following behind thought so, and even a few faint-hearted ones chose to abandon this unregulated underground race.
After some time, the second and third place riders slowly crossed the finish line, but the No.1, who had led them by a significant margin, was already enjoying the admiring gazes of the crowd.
In the crowd, the crimson sportbike with the golden lettering 'MS-06 S' on its body was so dazzling. As the champion, he took off his helmet, revealing a handsome and dashing face.
The young man's features were well-defined, but they differed somewhat from the many White faces around him. His skin tone was also yellowish, and his black, straight short hair was slightly disheveled after removing his helmet. His robust physique was enough to fill out his riding suit.
He confidently accepted the cheers and applause from all around him. That confident face was deeply imprinted in the eyes of the second-place rider, who was on a purple sportbike.
The second-place rider angrily ripped off his helmet, revealing golden hair and a twisted face that looked like he would bully others at school. He then loudly questioned the first-place rider, venting his anger.
"Ailer Hestia! You must have cheated."
The young man called 'Ailer Hestia' was not angry. He turned to look at the late second-place rider, smiled slightly, and retorted:
"Where do you think I could have cheated? Or have you been sucking exhaust fumes so much that your intelligence has gone to Zero? Kaitel Butte."
"I demand a rematch!" The tall Kaitel strode over angrily.
"You're wasting everyone's time, Kaitel."
Hearing this, the riders following behind immediately complained. It wasn't just him; many spectators waiting at the finish line for the first-place winner also felt the same.
Though they weren't many, they were enough to form a considerable voice.
Just then, a blonde girl leaned into Ailer's ear and whispered a warning, "Be careful, Ailer. Kaitel has been frequenting a nightclub protected by a gang lately. I'm afraid he…"
"Don't worry about me, kind girl." While Ailer noted the girl's warning, he stood up straight without any fear, speaking provocatively.
"You're not trying to renege on our bet, are you? Have you forgotten our wager? The loser tonight leaves their beloved bike."
"But I won't give my bike to a despicable person." Kaitel pouted, then said, "I don't accept this result. We must have a rematch until I'm satisfied!"
"Kaitel, that's enough! You're no match for Ailer. Don't waste everyone's time."
"The only time you'll ever be ahead of Ailer is in the womb!"
"You annoying know-it-all!"
All sorts of words constantly stimulated Kaitel's mind, causing his adrenaline to pump even more. His eyes turned bloodshot, and two sharp fangs slowly grew, unnoticed by the crowd.
At this moment, Kaitel decided to stop controlling himself. Even at the risk of being discovered, he would crush all these buzzing flies!
"Enough!"
Kaitel roared, then slammed a punch into a bystander, instantly sending a hundred-pound person flying backward until he was stopped by a tree. The person immediately fell unconscious, likely with several broken bones.
The force of that punch was incredible. Even the boxing champion Tyson would need to wind up to deliver such a blow, yet Kaitel just casually punched someone and sent him flying?
The scene instantly fell silent, and Ailer took the opportunity to observe Kaitel at this moment.
Bloodshot eyes, fangs… These exposed features reminded Ailer of an undead creature that could only live in the darkness: a Vampire.
Is Kaitel a Vampire? No wonder he thought I cheated. He probably can't accept that he's no longer human, but still can't accept the fact that he can't beat me, Ailer thought to himself.
Ailer had been transmigrated to this World for nineteen years. During this long time, Ailer noticed that his physical fitness was significantly higher than his peers, and it continued to improve with age and physical training.
"Interesting." Ailer, excited, curled his lips, then said to Kaitel, who had revealed his true form, "Looks like you want to fight again, Kaitel."
"This time, I'll definitely win!"
With that, Kaitel lunged at Ailer.
Facing Kaitel's Beast-like pounce and bite, Ailer swiftly picked up the helmet he had taken off earlier and swung it like a heavy hammer towards Kaitel.
This helmet was bought by Ailer for three thousand U.S. dollars, and its material was quite hard. When Ailer swung it with full force, it was like a heavy hammer smashing into Kaitel's face.
In an instant, Kaitel's face visibly deformed, and he himself was sent flying sideways.
"There's a monster!"
Someone in the crowd shouted this, and then half the people ran away. A few others directly hopped onto the back seats of motorcycles belonging to riders they didn't know, not caring if these sportbikes could even carry passengers, and just sat down.
After a commotion, only Ailer and Kaitel remained at the scene.
This level of injury was nothing to Kaitel. He lightly touched his jaw with his hand, and the bone snapped back into place. A hint of wariness also appeared in his eyes as he looked at Ailer.
"No wonder I didn't get first place even when I used my abilities in the race. Turns out you're an even 'stronger' monster than me."
"Monster? I'm not like you. I'm a human, a person who can bask in the sunlight."
Ailer, having recognized Kaitel's true identity, mercilessly struck at his weak point. He used the helmet as a weapon; if this mad dog dared to rush him, he would break his spine!
"Don't think that one or two strokes of luck will keep you alive. I can make one or two mistakes, but you can't make even one!"
Kaitel knew that his advantage as a Vampire was that he was difficult to eliminate, so he believed his margin for error was higher than Ailer's.
"Then let's try it!" Ailer's eyes were filled with fighting spirit. This Vampire was the best whetstone for him.
The next moment, Kaitel bent his legs slightly, then exploded with power, launching himself directly towards Ailer.
"Too slow!"
In a flash, Ailer backhanded the helmet onto Kaitel's forehead. The heavy force made his head dizzy; a normal human might have ended up in the emergency room.
After this, Kaitel and Ailer distanced themselves, then repeatedly tried to initiate attacks, but each time they failed.
So, Kaitel engaged Ailer in a drawn-out battle.
After fighting for some time, Kaitel finally seized an opportunity and knocked the helmet out of Ailer's hand.
"I'm going to suck your blood dry like I drank that homeless man!"
Kaitel, having achieved a victory, was very happy and immediately pressed his advantage. Just as he thought he could directly drain Ailer's blood, a cold glint flashed in the air, and Kaitel covered his eyes in pain, stumbling backward.
"You despicable fellow! To use such a vile trick."
Looking back at Ailer, he saw a car key clutched between his right middle and ring fingers. It seemed he had used the car key like brass knuckles to blind one of Kaitel's eyes.
"Looks like you're nothing special after all. Don't you know that in a fight, your eyes are your second life?" Ailer mocked, while also preparing to stab Kaitel's other eye if he rushed him again.
Time flew by. Reforming a delicate organ like an eye would take Kaitel a bit more time.
"His recovery ability is truly formidable." Ailer mused about the other party's recovery ability, but he didn't care about such an ability.
Because Ailer had something better.
Ailer reached into the pocket of his riding suit with his left hand, pulled out two items, and combined them at an extremely fast speed.
"To deal with a supernatural being, one must also use supernatural power! HenShin!"
With that, Ailer fastened the combined object to his waist. Then, a cold, emotionless mechanical voice sounded.
"Login"
White light glowed where the ID Core was inserted, and with the sound of a mechanical voice, a White ring large enough to envelop Ailer appeared at his waist. The White ring split into two parts, sweeping over Ailer's upper and lower body respectively.
In the blink of an eye, Ailer's entire body was enveloped in a black suit, with a White fox mask covering the upper half of his face, and a White scarf gently fluttering in the night wind.
This was a power that did not belong to this World. Its name was Kamen Rider Geats!