I'm really not Kamen Rider

"You guy!"

After Tiandao returned to the house, Kamidao Sword had already been waiting for Tiandao here.

As expected, he was in a bad mood and glared at Tiandao, muttering: "You guy! Are you a dead pig?! You can sleep like that!"

It can be seen that failing to reach the top in the field of sleep is a big blow to Jindai Sword.

"It's not easy to reach the top in all aspects." Tiandao waved his hand: "Because there are things in the world that you can never finish learning no matter what."

"Even if you are a god of food, you may not be able to keep eating."

"Perhaps some fat guy from the China Culinary Training Institute will beat up the God of Cookery and become the new God of Cookery?"

What Tiandao said was so true that even the Divine Sword couldn't help but become curious.

"Is there really a God of Cookery?"

Tiandao:…

Is this what you focus on when co-authoring? !

"Yes, in Hong Kong."

Tiandao said nonsense seriously: "So, the so-called peak is just the peak you think you are. Just like me, I never think that my ability is very powerful, because there must be someone better than me."

"In which direction?" Jindai Jian answered.

"In all aspects." Tiandao stretched out his fingers and waved them in front of him.

"For example, cooking, I'm not good at much, but fried rice and instant noodles happen to be what I'm good at."

"What are instant noodles?" A confused look appeared on Kamishiro Ken's face: "I know about fried rice."

“Fried rice!”

It was okay not to mention Kamidao Sword, but as soon as he said the name Italian Fried Rice, Tiandao's blood pressure immediately increased sharply.

"Listen up!" Pulling off Jindai Ken's collar, Tiandao glared at Jindai Ken and said in a rather annoyed voice: "Anyone who dares to add ketchup to fried rice and noodles will die!"

“Only egg fried rice is the most authentic fried rice!”

"If you dare to mention Italian fried rice to me again, I will chop you into eighteen pieces with the Fire Torture Sword!"

Sword of the Gods:…

It's just fried rice, are you so serious...

…

But having said that, Jindai Ken is still quite curious about what the instant noodles Tiandao is talking about.

For an upper-class person like him, who pays attention to pomp and face, it is indeed impossible to come into contact with instant noodles, so it is normal not to know about it.

Kamidao Ken's sudden curiosity made Tiandao very helpless, especially since the old man, who was very used to Kamidao Ken, was here. As soon as he heard that Kamidao Ken wanted to try instant noodles, he ran out and bought a bucket without saying a word. Come back and hand it over to Tiandao.

Tiandao's expression at that time highlighted one of surprise.

Just make some noodles, what do you want me to do?

"Because I want to see the difference in Mr. Tiandao's instant noodles." The old man said at the time: "Maybe there is some secret in it."

Tiandao:…

What’s the secret to making noodles? Isn't it just a matter of tearing open the package, putting the complimentary seasoning packet in, pouring boiling water on it, pressing the lid with a book, and waiting for three minutes?

Is there any secret to this?

Do you really think I am the God of Cookery?

"Okay, don't look at me with that look." While silently counting the time, Tiandao complained about Jindai Sword's expectant eyes like a puppy waiting to be fed.

Looking at him like this, for some reason, Tiandao felt a lot of pressure, even more than the last time he was surrounded by a hundred zerg.

Ding~

Counting the time silently, Tiandao moved the objects on the lid and opened the lid of the cup noodles.

The next second, the golden light suddenly lit up. When the lid was opened, the golden light was like a light, and the pure golden wave was like dots of starlight, covering the entire living room.

The golden light spots that continue to spurt out are like a big river in the sky, and what flows in the river is not river water, but noodles completely transformed from golden air waves, constantly rising and falling.

There is no aroma, no spicy taste, and the rising heat has disappeared without a trace. There is only this golden ocean in the hall, which makes people feel relaxed involuntarily.

"This is…"

Kamishiro Ken, who had never seen instant noodles, saw this scene for the first time. He thought that instant noodles looked like this. Although he was amazed, he accepted it quickly.

It’s the old man who can’t accept it.

Because he watched Tiandao make noodles the whole time, and he didn't expect this to happen at all.

What is this? Extremely simple method, ordinary operation, just buy cup noodles outside the supermarket...

It obviously looks like a fast food that is just for dealing with in every aspect, and it doesn't even have much nutrition. Why is there such a commotion?

What is this golden light in the sky?

What is that transformed golden ocean?

What is that flash of light?

How come someone’s noodles are glowing after soaking in bucket noodles? ? ?

"No... Mr. Tiandao! You..." The old man opened his mouth, really not knowing what to say.

"Don't ask me, I don't know either." Tiandao stood with his hands on his hips, helpless: "I don't know why either."

"As long as the noodles I make are like this."

Tiandao only knew this when he was 11 years old.

He just bought a bucket of instant noodles from the supermarket and ate it. The moment he opened the lid, countless golden lights spewed out, illuminating the entire bedroom at once, attracting Kamiyama Taiji to come over quickly.

Then, Taiji told Tiandao at that time that instant noodles look like this after being soaked, and they will indeed glow.

At that time, Tiandao, who was still young, really believed his grandfather's words.

It was not until later that he realized that this was just a lie.

I don't believe you, the old man is very bad.

…

Let's not talk about the fact that Kamishiro Ken hit the face and his clothes burst. On the Zect side, there has been a new progress in the investigation of a murderer.

"Can't find the murderer anyway?" Mishima did not turn around. He met with the Kamen Rider who belonged to Zect completely in the dim conference room... That is, he, the summoner of the Royal Bee, had a task to assign to him.

"Yes, there has not been any big wave in Tokyo during this period of time." The summoner of the Royal Bee could not see his face clearly in the dark, but he could hear the seriousness in his tone.

"Has that killer really come to Tokyo?"

"There's no mistake, his final destination must be here." Mishima added: "No movement doesn't mean he doesn't exist, maybe... he's just observing this city."

"Huh?" The Royal Bee summoner asked.

"In any case, find it first." Mishima didn't say much. Although the man in front of him was the Royal Bee summoner, in his eyes, there was not much nobility, and he was just a guy who could be replaced at any time.

"After finding him, ask him if he wants to join ZECT, and tell him the purpose of our organization." Mishima continued: "Try not to conflict with him."

"Yes, I understand." The Royal Bee summoner was not stupid. The whereabouts and reports of the killer were quite hot. In the catalog of killing tens of thousands of people in five months counted by the outside world, in their eyes, this was clearly killing tens of thousands of alien insects.

With such terrifying combat power and mobility, whether the other party is human or not is another matter.

Even if he is a Kamen Rider, he is not sure if he is the opponent of the other party.

Be careful.

"In addition... there is another task for you." Mishima continued: "Unlike finding the killer, this task is before that."

"Recover the Kabuto insect instrument." Mishima turned his back: "What belongs to Zect belongs only to Zect. Kamen Riders who can't serve us don't need to exist."

"I understand." The summoner of the royal bee nodded, then bowed and retreated, leaving Mishima alone here.

"From the moment the Kabuto insect instrument was released, everything seemed to be out of Zect's control." Mishima Kazuto stared at the scenery outside the window. This unknown Zect headquarters was a scenery he had long seen.

Although he had some doubts in his heart, he endured and did not look for Kagami Riku.

Even if he found that guy, it would only be some vague riddles.

He, Masato Mishima, hated riddlers.