Any Kamen Rider Stories Set in Honkai: Star Rail? 有没有大神写假面骑士到崩铁里面的？

1. 201 谁 Who Will Grow Old with You? 谁与你白头成眷 A Xiao阿晓29k WordsCompleted That very night, he kidnapped her parents, planning to trade their lives for the Canary’s whereabouts. Lu Chenzhou pushed his phone in front of her. On the screen, her parents were tied to chairs, with time bombs strapped to their chests. The countdown kept ticking down. 1kReads—Score109Shelves

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   A modern-day female protagonist's satisfying revenge story

2. 202 火EN Hokage: Starting with Dual Kamui 火影：从双神威开始 Long Juan龙卷Anime Fanfiction2.8M WordsCompleted While watching Naruto at home, Lin Yu unexpectedly transmigrates into Obito Uchiha! The first thing he does is reclaim Kakashi's Sharingan and attain the power of Double Kamui! Send Madara packing, kill Black Zetsu, and with Double Kamui in hand, I can come and go as I please in the Shinobi World! The power of Hashirama's cells, the Rinnegan, and the Ten-Tails Jinchuriki: I swear I'll take on the Otsutsuki! 8.5kReads9.2Score1kShelves

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3. 203 全 After Everyone Was Reborn, My Archenemy Started Pretending to Be Devoted Again 全员重生后，死对头他又在装深情 Peach for Good Luck桃个吉利Modern Romance198k WordsOngoing Everyone is reborn, and old grudges intertwine with new calamities. She is a scheming viper; he wears a thousand masks. A green-tea schemer and a white lotus want to steal her man? The devoted second male lead is just a tool. A yandere dream girl chases her love to the bitter end, while her younger brother, who has a split personality, is there to save her. When Gu Jinyun raises his knife again for revenge, Liu Yinyin grabs his wrist and smiles. "This time, I'll protect him." Watch two reborn po —Reads—Score—Shelves

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4. 204 崩 Honkai: Star Rail: I Become Kamen Rider Build 崩铁：我在崩铁当创骑 Genius Scientist天才科学家Anime Fanfiction155k WordsOngoing (I'm new at this and couldn't find anything to read, so I decided to write my own. Updates are irregular, so please forgive me.) (Kamen Rider Build + single female lead, Seele + not invincible) I transmigrated into Honkai: Star Rail? And I'm called Kiryu Sento? And I've become Kamen Rider Build? Whatever, I'll make the best of it, but... Why does [death] keep claiming my loved ones in Belobog?! Tell me! Damn you, fate! Me? I just want to use my power as Kamen Rider Build to protect the people a 13Reads6.7Score—Shelves

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   Unbelievable good fortune turns into a time-travel trigger? This adventure is too addictive! Who would have thought that a gacha frenzy would become the fuse for a time-travel adventure! The protagonist, having saved up over 400 gacha pulls for his desired character, unleashed a burst of golden light with a ten-pull—phantom effects flashed, and six rare cards appeared in quick succession, instantly achieving a full set of luck! This luck is truly the pinnacle of "lucky gacha"! But the surprise quickly turned to shock. Before he could recover from his euphoria, everything went black, and he collapsed. When he opened his eyes again, a strange world unfolded before him: he had become a six or seven-year-old boy named Kiryu Sento, standing in a snow-covered landscape, with a middle-aged couple he didn't know looking at him with delight. From the gacha pull to rebirth in another world, the sudden change in identity, the unsolved mystery of his past, and the completely unfamiliar environment… Where will this time-travel journey triggered by "overwhelming good fortune" lead? The following plot is full of exciting developments, so come and unlock this wondrous adventure!

5. 205 织 The Dreamweaver’s Paradox 织梦者悖论 A Sunny Encounter怡见钟晴Sci-Fi & Apocalypse9k WordsCompleted The Dreamweaver Paradox —Reads—Score—Shelves
6. 206 情 My Love Rival Is Carrying My Husband’s Child, So I’ve Decided to Let Them Be Together 情敌怀了我丈夫的孩子我决定成全 A Sunny Encounter怡见钟晴6k WordsCompleted My Rival in Love Is Pregnant with My Husband's Child, So I Decide to Let Them Be Together 2Reads—Score—Shelves
7. 207 灾 Bones of Calamity 灾厄之骨 A Sunny Encounter怡见钟晴Sci-Fi & Apocalypse6k WordsCompleted The Bones of Calamity —Reads—Score—Shelves
8. 208 杀 The Me Who Couldn’t Kill Yesterday 杀不死昨天的我 A Sunny Encounter怡见钟晴Mystery9k WordsCompleted The Me Who Couldn't Kill Yesterday 1Reads—Score—Shelves
9. 209 十 Ten Years Sweeping Floors, One Sword Dao 十年扫地道一剑 A Sunny Encounter怡见钟晴Sci-Fi & Apocalypse7k WordsCompleted Ten Years Sweeping the Dao, One Sword 1Reads—Score—Shelves
10. 210 寒 The Jade Pendant in the Cold Pool 寒潭玉佩 A Sunny Encounter怡见钟晴Sci-Fi & Apocalypse13k WordsCompleted The Jade Pendant of the Cold Pool —Reads—Score—Shelves
11. 211 分 After the Breakup, the Boss Turns Dark and Obsessed: Wild Seduction and Spoiling 分手后大佬黑化变疯批，野撩诱宠 Lu Yin鹿吟Two Male Leads282k WordsCompleted [Two Male Leads + Reuniting After a Breakup + Powerful CEO + Both Untouched + Possessive Takeover + Tension and Flirting + Reunion After Years Apart + Seductive Pursuit] [After He Wronged His Ex, the Big Shot Went Dark] Everyone knew the big shot was cool and dispassionate, but no one knew about the obsession hidden deep in his heart. After a carefully engineered reunion, he took the other man by force and made him move in. The darkened big shot's image crumbled: he turned wild and seductive, in 389Reads9.5Score847Shelves

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    "The Wilderness" Post: [Crazy Top x Repressed Endurance | A Suffocating Love Intertwined with Hatred and Desire] Ji Zhouye is a poisoned blade, hatred intertwined with lust, nailing Shen Li to the abyss of love and pain. In the dimly lit bedroom, he grabs Shen Li's chin, demanding his name, his kiss a punishment tinged with the taste of blood, yet his eyes churn with an uncontrollable possessiveness—this man who once abandoned him now drives him mad even with a sob. Beneath Shen Li's grievances lie old wounds, while Ji Zhouye's coldness conceals an obsession. One atones with his body but dares not speak of love, the other inflicts sadism with sex but refuses to let go. When the dismissive scoff of "can't resist" hits the cold bathroom at three in the morning, when sunlight illuminates the feigned tranquility of their embrace, this imprisonment in the name of hatred has long been torn apart by desire, revealing the deep affection beneath the mask. **Recommendation Reasons:** 1. **Extremely Tense Top-and-Bottom Character Setup:** The domineering, forceful love of the madman versus the brokenness of his suppressed endurance; every confrontation is a battle of passion and desire. 2. **Ambiguous Descriptions Full of Sexual Tension:** From the command "Kiss me" to the mocking "Can't resist," the sex scenes are filled with a suffocating aggression. 3. **A Hidden Twist of Love and Hate:** The coldness in the bathroom contrasts sharply with the embrace in the morning light, creating a sense of rift and leaving many unanswered questions about the past. "Get off me!" "Shut up." —In this wild and untamed affair, whoever softens first loses.

12. 212 西 Journey to the West: Reborn as Sha Wujing, I’m the One Every Demon Wants to Imprison 西游：穿成沙僧后妖怪都想囚禁我 Fang Guo Lai方过来Ancient Romance401k WordsOngoing [Coercive romance + everyone’s favorite + no central romance pairing + a touch of comedy + human furnace + woman disguised as a man + radical retelling] At her best friend’s recommendation, Sha Lingzhou stumbled across a Journey to the West fan comic. There was something special about this comic! Tang Sanzang was tall, handsome, and could take on ten foes at once. Brother Monkey was a roguishly handsome young man, Guanyin was a dashing beauty, and even the monsters from the Eighty-One Tribula 305Reads8.5Score—Shelves

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    It's so beautiful! All I can say is "exciting!" [Admiration][Admiration][Admiration][Admiration][Admiration]

13. 213 我EN My 26-Year-Old Female Tenant 我的26岁女房客 Super Big Tank Kobe超级大坦克科比Urban2.1M WordsCompleted After a wild night at a bar, a beautiful woman pinned him with a paternity claim, and the down-and-out young man suddenly became a father. As if things weren't bad enough, the owner of his rented home changed, and he was about to be kicked out. But his new landlady was beautiful! Should he ask to share the place? She coolly gave him a single word: “Get out!” A romantic entanglement sparked by a housing problem. 120kReads9.7Score13.9kShelves

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    At 26, my life was at a low point when a mysterious female tenant moved in. She was beautiful yet aloof, carrying a secret no one else knew. Under the same roof, everyday interactions sparked a strange connection, and an ambiguous affection quietly blossomed. As our time together deepened, her hidden story gradually surfaced, and a complex urban love triangle about love and redemption began.

14. 214 捞 The Corpse Retriever 捞尸人 Chen Shisan陈十三Mystery1.9M WordsCompleted Twenty-three years ago, his father died under mysterious circumstances. His skin was hung from the old locust tree at the entrance to the village. Twenty-three years later, the eldest brother who had been given away as a child returned. His banner read: Corpse Retriever. 3.3kReads8.3Score484Shelves

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    The shock Ershazi experienced that morning was like a pebble thrown into a stagnant pond; the ripples spread and, even after twenty-three years, had not subsided. The villagers said that what he made wasn't a human voice, but the piercing howl of a wild animal whose leg had been crushed. The sound tore through the morning mist, waking the entire sleeping village. He threw down his hoe and paced around the village entrance like a headless fly, frantically tearing at his hair and clothes, making hoarse noises, saliva and snot smeared all over his face, his eyes fixed straight ahead, as if trying to bulge their eyeballs, fixed on the willow branch—the direction where my father had hung. By the time the villagers, hearing the commotion, rushed over and restrained him, he had completely lost his mind. That diligent and honest young man, from that day on, became a true "idiot," only able to laugh foolishly at the void, or suddenly curl up in terror, repeatedly muttering incomprehensible babbling, until a few years ago he died silently in a dilapidated house at the east end of the village. My father's body, however, hung from the old willow tree at the village entrance. No one knew when or how he hung it. The night before, someone saw him carrying a shovel home after work, his back stretched long in the setting sun, greeting people loudly. Overnight, he was separated from the living by death, in such a bizarre way. The idiot who discovered the body went mad, and the scene became a forbidden place. A few brave men, suppressing their fear and nausea, lowered my father. It is said that when the body was lowered, its posture was strangely stiff, unlike the limp posture of a typical hanged person. His face… The villagers were tight-lipped about it. Every time my mother or I mentioned it, they would react as if their tongues had been burned, their eyes darting away, waving their hands frantically: "Child, don't ask, don't ask! It's a terrible thing to do…" Only vague rumors circulated like the wind in private, saying that it wasn't a human face at all, distorted beyond recognition, as if someone had seen something crawling out of the deepest hell before they breathed their last. The most puzzling thing was the scene. The old willow tree was surrounded by a compacted dirt road, and it had rained lightly the night before, which should have left some traces. But apart from the silly boy's messy, struggling footprints and the mud left by the villagers, there were no other valuable clues—no stranger's footprints, no dragging marks, no signs of struggle. My father, a strong man in his prime, had silently, as if he had walked to the tree himself, hung himself up there, and then frozen into that horrifying appearance. The officials arrived. The bailiff in his black uniform circled the village several times, asked some questions, examined the old willow tree closely, and finally shook his head, circling it in the file. The conclusion was "death by hanging." The reasons given were: no signs of foul play at the scene, no known enemies (at least not openly), and no stolen property. As for why the deceased's expression was so horrifying, and why the mentally challenged man had gone mad with fright, the bailiff was vague, only saying that "the death was so gruesome that it would be difficult for an ordinary person to withstand the shock." No one in the village believed this conclusion. My mother, in particular, didn't believe it. With her newly pregnant belly showing, she collapsed onto my father's cold body, crying until she fainted several times. She repeatedly cried out to the neighbors who came to comfort her, "He wasn't that kind of person! How could he want to die? Just yesterday he was touching my belly and saying he wanted to give the child a resounding name..." Hanging? A man full of hope for the future, about to become a father, a man who was happily planning to repair his roof after the autumn harvest just the day before—would he hang himself from the old willow tree at the village entrance without warning? And leave behind a death so unusual it could drive a strong young man mad? This explanation, as light as a willow catkin, couldn't cover the heavy, fear-laden remains. Thus, the case became a cold case. Not the kind of dusty, forgotten cold case in official files, but a living, breathing cold case, deeply embedded in the hearts of every survivor, fermenting with the years, becoming a shadow over the entire village. Twenty-three years have passed. Some of the survivors have grown old, some have passed away, and some have vanished into the fog like fools, carrying their secrets with them. The willow tree still sprouts new buds every year, the road at the village entrance is repaired again and again, but the memory of the morning my father died is branded into the bones of the village, its color never fading. And I, the child he never met, grew up in this shadow. My mother's eyes always held a lingering fear and an unwavering obsession with the truth. When the villagers looked at me, their gazes were complex, filled with pity and a barely perceptible distance, as if I too bore the ominous aura of that old willow tree. For me, the words "unsolved case" weren't just ink marks on a file; they were fragments of fear in the empty eyes of the simpleton, my mother's suppressed sobs in the dead of night, the villagers' hesitant sighs, and that old willow tree rustling in the wind, seemingly forever draped with an invisible figure. What was the truth of twenty-three years ago? Who, or what, hung my father on that willow tree? And what could cause a living person to utterly collapse at a single glance? This question took root in my heart, sprouted, and became intricately intertwined, endlessly entangled. It compelled me, twenty-three years later, to stand once more beneath the gnarled old willow tree at the village entrance. The bark, still rough and crisscrossed with furrows, resembled a silent, wrinkled face, gazing upon me, and upon that deliberately forgotten, yet never truly past, period of time. The wind whistled through the willow branches. I reached out, my fingertips touching the cold, rough bark. The answer to this twenty-three-year-old mystery might lie hidden in the grain of this old tree, in the murky memories of those who have passed away or are nearing their end, in the incomprehensible ravings of the simpleton. I must unearth it. For my father, for my mother, and for the simpleton who died in madness from fear.

15. 215 仙 The Immortal Path? The Path of Death! 仙道？死道！ Jue Love ScarJue恋殇Eastern Fantasy3.0M WordsCompleted [Horror Cultivation] + [Survival at All Costs] You are what you eat, so eating bitterness won't make you a better person. Only eating people will. An immortal once said, “If you're not at the table, you're on the menu.” Humans are the spirit of all things, born with immortal bodies and prized as heavenly medicine. In the cultivation world, the only way to cultivate is to absorb the power and fortune of others! That's why ordinary people are kept as living cauldrons. If you don't consume others, —Reads—Score—Shelves

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    The bald-headed Taoist priest boasted that once he refined the divine elixir, he could lead his disciples to ascend to immortality. The boys huddled in the stench-filled stone hall, watching helplessly as he lit the furnace. Inside, there were no spiritual herbs, only billowing, sweet-smelling steam. When the yellowish formula drifted to Jiang Chu's feet, he glimpsed the last line of small characters: "Ingredients: Forty-ninefold Fiends, replaced by a human; flesh and bones turn to mud, soul to firewood." In the damp, desolate Immortal-Severing Hall, the bald-headed Taoist priest's promise of ascension was like poison coated in honey. The cauldron at his feet steamed with nauseating steam, yet not a single immortal herb or elixir was visible, only a few dozen emaciated, trembling boys—they were the sole ingredient in that "supreme elixir"! Immortality? That was the cruelest deception in the world. When the flames roared from the furnace, the promise transformed into the most ferocious fangs. The youths were horrified to discover that their warm bodies were being used as alchemical furnaces, every inch of their flesh and bone groaning silently under the licking flames, forcibly twisted, squeezed, and melted. The so-called path to ascension was nothing more than a flesh and blood workshop forging them into "immortal beasts." Their conscious souls were imprisoned in painfully mutated bodies, witnessing themselves become a wisp of smoke on someone else's path to immortality, every breath an eternal torment. The end of the immortal path was not a place of freedom; in their desperate cries, only immortal beasts remained, eternally imprisoned in the alchemical furnace.

16. 216 哪 Ne Zha 2: The Demon Child Stirs the Sea 哪吒2魔童之闹海 Wise Jackson智者杰克逊Anime Fanfiction321k WordsCompleted The story of Nezha Conquering the Dragon King is an ancient Chinese myth. Nezha, the son of Li Jing, the commander of Chentang Pass, was born after his mother carried him for three years and six months. He emerged as a ball of flesh, and was later taken on as a disciple by the Immortal Taiyi, who gave him magical treasures such as the Universe Ring and the Sky-Mixing Sash. One day, Nezha was playing and bathing by the Eastern Sea when he waved the Sky-Mixing Sash, causing the Dragon Palace to sh 24Reads—Score—Shelves

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    The characters in "Ne Zha 2" are well-developed, the visual effects are stunning, and the film incorporates elements of Eastern aesthetics. The theme is elevated from personal struggle to a rebellion against fate and the way of heaven.

17. 217 将 The General's Wife Is Not to Be Trifled With 将军夫人惹不得 Moon Tu月荼Ancient Romance2.7M WordsCompleted Shen Wan, an award-winning lawyer who had just won a divorce case, transmigrated on a flight to Bali. She found herself in the body of a general's wife with the same name, who had taken her own life by jumping into the water after her husband married a second wife. At first, all she wanted was to nurse herself back to health, make some plans, divorce the scumbag, and live a carefree life on her own. But his scheming new wife just had to provoke her, while her predecessor's two ungrateful childre 936Reads8.5Score534Shelves

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    "Take the divorce papers, and we're even!" She flung out the divorce papers. He grabbed her wrist, however: "My lady killed my Peach Blossom and poisoned my concubine. Shouldn't you take full responsibility?" "General, you're mistaken," she smiled radiantly. "They were the ones who provoked—the untouchables—first."

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