Kamen Rider: Damn! I'm surrounded by beauties

Gu Yi sat on the leather seat of the tram, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the cold window.

Outside the window is a scene unique to the Time Passage—an endless desert, where yellow sand is swirled into eddies by the gale, and even the light seems to be crushed, presenting a chaotic grayish-yellow hue.

"Mr. Gu Yi, please try this."

A clear female voice interrupted Gu Yi's daze. He looked up and saw Naomi walking over with a steaming cup of coffee, the cup bearing the exclusive logo of the electric train.

"This is a special welcome coffee I made. I hope you like it."

Gu Yi quickly stood up and took the cup. His fingertips touched the warm rim of the cup, and the warmth spread through his skin. He thanked the cup and took a small sip.

The next second, an intense bitterness swept over my taste buds, as if I had swallowed a whole spoonful of black coffee powder, without even a hint of sweetness.

Gu Yi's brows furrowed involuntarily, his lips twitched unconsciously, and he muttered in a low voice:

"so bitter……"

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached the ears of the four alien gods in the carriage with perfect precision.

Momotaros, who had been dozing off in his chair, immediately opened his eyes upon hearing this, a mocking smile spreading across his face:

"Hey, you can't even handle this? What a useless human."

Putalus pushed up his non-existent glasses and slowly echoed:

"He can't even stand the bitterness of the special coffee. It seems that Mr. Gu Yi's sense of taste is much more delicate than we imagined."

Kintaros chuckled twice, then added in a muffled voice, "Bitter? I think everything Naomi makes is delicious."

Lontaros laughed so hard he kicked the air repeatedly, like a child.

Gu Yi's cheeks flushed slightly. He awkwardly placed the coffee cup on the small table beside him, his fingertips curling slightly.

Just then, Ye Nai walked over slowly, her face filled with gentle concern. Her gaze fell on Gu Yi, and she asked softly:

"Mr. Gu Yi, what exactly happened to you? What wish did you make to the Otherworldly God that made it target you?"

Ye Nai's voice was soft, but it was like a key that pried open the long-sealed box in Gu Yi's heart.

The noise inside the carriage gradually subsided, and even the few mischievous demon gods quieted down, all turning their gazes towards Gu Yi. Ryotaro sat not far away, his eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and worry.

Gu Yi was silent for a moment, his fingertips slowly tracing the inside of the cup, his voice low and hoarse, as if carrying the texture of sand. "When I was in high school, I had a very good friend named Ji Yanyu."

Before he could finish speaking, Momotaros scoffed, "Friends? And then what? Some melodramatic story of life and death?"

Gu Yi ignored him and continued:

"Ji Yanyu is a bit introverted and not very talkative. She likes to draw, and I like to draw because of her influence. I should have been her friend, but for the sake of so-called fitting in, I watched helplessly as she was wronged and bullied, and did nothing."

"Her family owns a hotel. She went to help entertain customers and was mistaken for a prostitute. Then she was splashed with water and laughed at."

Gu Yi's voice grew softer and softer, filled with deep self-reproach.

“I was scared. I was afraid that if I stood up, I would end up like her and be bullied by that group. I just watched helplessly as she was bullied until she couldn’t lift her head, and as she transferred schools and never contacted me again.”

Over the years, that guilt has been like a thorn, deeply embedded in his heart, impossible to pull out or erase.

"what!"

Momotaros laughed without any mercy, his voice full of contempt.

"What a coward! He doesn't even dare to help when his friend is being bullied. What kind of friend is he!"

"Exactly, that's so embarrassing!"

Kintaros nodded in agreement, his tone carrying a hint of disdain.

Putalos stroked his chin, a half-smile on his face, and said:

"So that's all there is to it. You made your friend suffer because of your cowardice, and now you regret it? What a boring reason."

Lontaros remained expressionless, simply uttering a casual remark:

"coward."

Harsh taunts rained down on him, and Gu Yi's face paled slightly, but he did not refute them.

"Stop talking!"

Ryotaro abruptly stood up, his brow furrowed, and rebuked the four other demon gods:

"You have no idea what happened back then, how can you just accuse him like that? He was just a high school student at the time. Isn't it normal for him to be scared when facing a group of bullies? He must have had his own unspeakable difficulties, it's not what you're saying!"

Ryotaro's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable seriousness.

Gu Yi looked up at Ryotaro, a flicker of gratitude in his eyes. He forced a bitter smile.

"Thank you, Ryotaro. But... they're right, I really am a coward, disloyal, and shameful."

It was this deep-seated regret that caused him to toss and turn countless times in the dead of night, unable to help but think—if only he could go back to the past.

If he could go back to that afternoon, he would definitely muster up the courage to rush up and grab Ji Yanyu's hand, and he would definitely shout no to those bullies.

"I just thought it casually to myself, I didn't expect..."

Gu Yi's gaze fell on the four alien demon gods, and his eyes gradually hardened.

"I didn't expect to be targeted by the Otherworldly Gods. But don't worry, I won't let things get worse. I will definitely defeat those out-of-control Otherworldly Gods and won't cause you any trouble."

Momotaros raised an eyebrow, crossed his arms, and looked completely indifferent.

"Oh? You're going to handle it yourself? That saves us a lot of trouble. I've been wanting to avoid any problems."

Just then, Purtalos suddenly stepped forward, his gaze sharp as he looked at Gu Yi, a meaningful smile playing on his lips:

"Is it really that simple, Mr. Gu Yi? You made a wish to go back to the past, is it really just to make up for your guilt, without planning to do anything practical for that girl named Ji Yanyu?"

The question from Purtalos struck Gu Yi like a thunderbolt.

Yes, how could he not want to do something for Ji Yanyu? He wanted to help her deal with the bullies and tell her that she was not alone.

The thought had barely formed in his mind when the door at the front of the carriage was suddenly pushed open, and the stationmaster walked in. He was wearing his signature uniform, his face expressionless, and his tone was as solemn as if he were reciting some kind of commandment:

"Remember, never change the past."

The stationmaster's gaze swept over Gu Yi, his voice deep and authoritative:

Even the smallest change can trigger a butterfly effect, causing irreversible consequences. The trajectory of time cannot be altered in the slightest; otherwise, no one knows what price will be paid.

Gu Yi's heart sank suddenly, as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water. He clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

He knew the stationmaster was right; the cost of changing the past was something he couldn't afford.

"I...I know."

Gu Yi lowered his head, his voice filled with undisguised regret.

"I will not change the past."

Seeing his dejected look, Ryotaro wanted to say something to comfort him, but he didn't know how to start.

Silence fell again in the carriage, with only the hum of the electric train continuing.

Just then, Lontaros suddenly spoke, his cold gaze falling on Gu Yi, his tone calm and unwavering:

"That otherworldly being who's eyeing you possesses Kuuga's power. You both know each other inside and out. Do you have a way to deal with it?"

Gu Yi raised his head, the disappointment in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by a confident and resolute expression. He slowly curved his lips into a confident smile:

"no problem."

He paused, then lightly tapped his wrist with his fingertips, the sound soft but full of confidence:

"To deal with it, I have more than just my strength."

The moment the words left his lips, a fierce desert wind arose outside the window, and the electric train suddenly accelerated, speeding towards the depths of the time tunnel. Inside the carriage, the lights flickered faintly; a battle concerning time and redemption seemed to have quietly begun.