At the Beginning, I Became the Summoner of Xingtian

Special Shot Group Portrait+Armor Warrior+Kamen Rider+Apocalypse I traveled through time, but I didn't dress as an adult. I became a shapeshifter that couldn't move or fight on my own. The first qualified person was a temporary worker in a funeral parlor. He is timid, socially afraid, and only laughs when bullied. He doesn't look like a hero in any way. Until a corpse crawled out of the incinerator, wearing the face of the dead, trying to take on the identity of the living. His chest was torn open and he was kneeling in a pool of blood, but he held me tightly. That night, Xingtian Armor arrived. I can't give him power, I can't unlock his form for him. I can only watch him dying again and again, burning out his life again and again, and rising from the ruins again and again. Later I realized that Armor never chooses perfect people. It only chooses those mortals who are clearly afraid but still willing to take a step forward. And when the names of the fittest people of all ages lit up the Hall of Valor, the world finally heard that belated declaration: "Descendants, take the knife."