"My wish?"
"Please let this universe be destroyed quickly."
"Huh? Can't do it?"
"Okay, then I'll change it. I hope the belated end of the world will come tomorrow."
"No way?!"
"What about an asteroid hitting the earth? A solar helium flash? How about changing the densities of water and ice? Or..."
I reported several thoughts that flashed through my mind while working overtime for countless times, but they were all embarrassingly rejected by the girl who looked like the cosplayer of Hope's Peak principal. Nozomi Igarashi, who was laid off before the New Year, sighed.
I'm such a fool. I want to dump the pressure of this terrible adult society on my children. It sucks. Both this world and this guy named Igarashi suck...
"Little sister, I'm sorry for saying some strange things. Please find someone else for your street interviews."
The expected cameras and staff did not appear, only the yellow prop box held out firmly by the girl in black and white clothing, and the guidance voice as if entering a game:
"Congratulations, from today on, you are a Kamen Rider."
Intention: It's enough to believe everyone
