Soul Saga Kamen Rider Geats (No 2)

Daybreak 7: The Next Game is...

A/N: I'm going to say we got fiveish more chapters of Arc 1 Before I work on a Special chapter for Ending Arc 1 one.

The Enigma Game Master had a devious glint in his eyes as he added his special twist to the upcoming round of the Desire Grand Prix. Kohana, the navigator, could only speculate about what he had in store. His enigmatic nature made it nearly impossible to predict his intentions.

The anticipation among the Riders grew as they prepared to enter the next round, wondering what challenges and surprises awaited them. It was becoming increasingly clear that the Desire Grand Prix was not just a competition; it was a complex and ever-evolving journey filled with mysteries and unexpected turns.

With each new twist and revelation, the desire to uncover the truth behind the Desire Grand Prix only intensified, pushing the competitors to confront their motivations, fears, and hopes in ways they could have never imagined. The game was far from over, and the enigma surrounding it continued to deepen.

The Desire Temple, a place that had become increasingly familiar to the Riders, held an air of anticipation as they gathered once more. Kohana, the navigator of the Desire Grand Prix, had a sense of responsibility weighing on her shoulders. She held all the information about the main game but was in the dark about the impending twist.

As the Riders assembled, they exchanged curious glances and murmurs, speculating about what the next round of the competition might entail. Each of them had grown and evolved through their experiences in the Desire Grand Prix, but the element of unpredictability kept them on edge.

Kohana, standing at the center of the temple, addressed the competitors. "Riders, the time has come for the next game. I have all the details about the main game, but there's a twist that even I am unaware of. Be prepared for the unexpected, and may your desires guide you through this challenging round."

The Riders nodded, their determination unwavering. They had come this far, and they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. The Desire Grand Prix had brought them together under unique circumstances, pushing them to their limits and forcing them to confront their innermost desires and fears. With each new game, they inched closer to uncovering the secrets of this enigmatic competition.

The Game Master himself entered the room. His face is covered by a mask with the Eye of Providence. "An Audience member had asked me to make an appearance in the Desire Temple. The Main Stage for all the Riders. There is more."

He unfolds a huge piece of paper. "Fan mail."

The Riders watched in surprise as the Game Master entered, his masked visage lending an air of mystery to the proceedings. The mention of fan mail piqued their interest; after all, they were participants in a globally popular competition. Curiosity filled the temple as the Game Master unfurled a massive piece of paper filled with messages.

Fan mail for the Riders was an unexpected but welcome addition to the Desire Grand Prix. Each message carried words of encouragement, admiration, and curiosity from the audience that had been following their journey. It served as a reminder that, beyond the competition and its twists, there were people who genuinely supported and cared about the Riders.

The Game Master continued, "Riders, as a special treat from your fans, you will be receiving these messages during the next game. However, there is a twist. In this game, you will not have access to your Raise Buckles. You must rely on your wits, teamwork, and the messages from your fans to navigate through the challenges that await."

The room buzzed with a mix of excitement and apprehension. The absence of their Raise Buckles meant they would face this game without their signature abilities. It was a true test of their adaptability and resourcefulness.

The Game Master's mask concealed his expression, but his eyes held a glimmer of anticipation as he looked at the group of Riders. "Are you ready, Riders, for a game that will truly challenge you, both mentally and physically?"

The Riders exchanged determined glances and nodded. They were prepared to face this unexpected twist head-on, driven by their desires and the support of their fans.

Corey sleeping on the floor from his late night shift. "Wait, we have fans?" Amber questions, slightly confused about this. "I thought nobody knew about the DGP?"

"To be fair." Zeal, Nanshi's supporter, looking at Amber. "The DGP is a game show from the Future."

"What?" Amber was at a total loss.

Amber's mind was spinning with confusion. The idea that the Desire Grand Prix could have fans from the future was beyond her comprehension. She had entered this competition with the belief that it was a hidden, secretive ordeal, known only to those who were directly involved.

Nanshi, sitting nearby, tried to clarify things. "It's possible that in the future, the Desire Grand Prix becomes a legendary event, known to many. They might be watching our past actions like it's a historical show."

Zeal nodded in agreement. "Exactly. Our present is their past, and they're watching it unfold like a thrilling drama. It's like time-traveling viewers."

Amber blinked, still struggling to wrap her head around the concept. "So, our every move, every victory, every defeat is being watched by people from the future?"

"It seems that way," Nanshi replied with a thoughtful expression. "But don't let it distract you. We're here to compete and achieve our desires, no matter who's watching."

As the Riders pondered this newfound twist, they couldn't help but feel the weight of their actions in the Desire Grand Prix, now knowing that their audience extended beyond their own time and place.

"Before we begin, can I ask a question?" Eclipse adjusting his belt. "Can I get an explanation of This Raise Buckle?" He had the Build Driver Raise Buckle.

"Is that the one from the guy who had the Best Match?" Nanshi looked at it. His eyes were very intrigued. "Kamen Rider Build."

Zeal, who had a good knowledge of various Kamen Rider series, decided to provide an explanation. "Yes, Eclipse, that's the Build Driver Raise Buckle from Kamen Rider Build. It's quite a unique one. The Rider, Sento Kiryu, could transform into different forms, or 'Best Matches,' by combining two Fullbottles. Each combination gave him unique powers and abilities."

Nanshi, who had shown interest in the topic, added, "The Build Driver also allowed Sento to create powerful weapons and gadgets. It's a versatile and formidable piece of technology."

Eclipse nodded, absorbing the information. "I see, so it's all about combinations. Thanks for the explanation. It's fascinating how these Raise Buckles and Drivers work."

With their curiosity satisfied, the Riders were ready to face the next challenge in the Desire Grand Prix, armed with both their unique abilities and the support of their fans from the future.

Ruli looking over her Legendary Rider Buckles. "I see."

"Build, Zi-o what next?" Kamen Rider Gurran looking at the Build Raise Buckle.

"Tomorrow we'll begin the game." The Game Master heading back to his office.

The Riders nodded in agreement as they prepared for the upcoming game. Each of them had their unique Raise Buckles, which held not only their powers but also their personal histories and journeys. With the support of their fans and their own determination, they were ready to face whatever challenges the Desire Grand Prix had in store for them.

As the night settled in, they knew that the next day would bring new trials, new mysteries, and new opportunities to prove themselves as the true Desire Grand Prix champions. With their identities hidden behind their masks and their desires as their driving force, they embarked on this extraordinary journey together.