I Became Spider-Man's Cousin in Anime Crossover

Chapter 467 The Kamen Rider Who Passed By

However, the pain Felicia had anticipated did not come.

"Bang bang bang—!!!"

Three gunshots rang out without warning, exploding almost right next to her ears!

It wasn't the typical blast of a pistol, but a deeper, heavier gunshot with the unique buzzing and strange scraping sound of an energy weapon!

This was followed by the ear-piercing sound of metal being violently impacted and torn apart, and a muffled groan from the mysterious man that he tried to suppress but still managed to let out.

Felicia suddenly opened her eyes.

The mysterious man who had seemed so confident just a moment ago, about to end her life with a heavy blow, was now retreating three meters away, looking on with suspicion.

Moreover, on the mysterious man's left arm armor, which was made of a special material, three deep, charred grooves with molten metal edges had appeared! Wisps of smoke were rising from them, emitting a pungent, burning smell.

Did someone shoot her to save her?

who is it?

As this thought came to mind, the two of them turned their heads almost simultaneously to look at the source of the gunshot, which was the only entrance to the alley.

There, a figure stood quietly at the boundary between light and shadow, as if he had been standing there from the beginning, merging with the darkness.

Magenta.

As the golden rays of the setting sun barely outlined the figure, that color forcefully dominated Felicia's entire vision.

It wasn't the shimmering pink or fuchsia commonly found in young women's lipsticks, nor was it the fiery red of blood or flames; rather, it was a unique, indescribable magenta.

It settles on the thick armor plates, appearing restrained and dangerous in the dim light, yet it also exudes a cold mechanical beauty due to the precise and clean cut lines of the armor itself.

The armor on the torso and limbs is thick and solid, with silver-gray joint components and black dividing lines cleverly interwoven to create a unique structure that far exceeds popular aesthetics.

What is particularly striking is the black and white interwoven cross pattern diagonally inlaid on the breastplate and shoulder armor. Like a resolute declaration, it adds a touch of solemnity to the eerie figure.

However, Felicia only glanced at him briefly before her gaze bypassed these astonishing external features and, as if drawn by a magnet, became fixed on the newcomer's waist.

There, the source of power for those wearing this armor is a driver, predominantly magenta in color, shaped like an old-fashioned camera, with various strange symbols engraved around the lens.

Felicia had seen Riley take out this unique driver and wear it on his waist more than once!

This also made Felicia realize instantly that Riley had noticed something was wrong and had come to save her himself!

This sudden conjecture, like lightning cleaving through the darkness, instantly shattered all the psychological defenses Felicia had painstakingly built.

Nerves stretched to their limit snapped suddenly, like a red-hot wire.

An overwhelming sense of security, mixed with the exhaustion of surviving a disaster, overwhelmed Felicia's consciousness like a tidal wave.

So much so that the excruciating pain she had been enduring, the chill from blood loss, and the exhaustion from overexertion, once the suppression of her unwavering will was gone, surged back fiercely. The darkness at the edge of her vision continued to spread, rapidly engulfing Felicia's consciousness.

Before her body triggered its self-protection mechanism, pulling her consciousness completely into boundless darkness and plunging her into a deep coma, Felicia looked at Riley, her pale lips moving slightly, as if she wanted to apologize to Riley for her recklessness and impulsiveness.

Felicia, who was quickly exhausted, could only let out a pitiful whimper before her body went completely limp, losing all support and falling heavily forward.

That's why Felicia didn't see it...

In the instant she collapsed unconscious, the light in the magenta knight's green compound eyes flickered almost imperceptibly. A fleeting, almost human-like anxiety seemed to flash across those cold, mechanical eyes.

Immediately afterward, his once steady and unwavering figure transformed into a blur that was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye! As if ignoring the barrier of space, just before Felicia's body was about to make contact with the cold, dirty ground, a pair of arms covered in magenta armor steadily and gently pulled her into their embrace, preventing secondary injury.

"Pink armor? Interesting. Another guy I've never seen before... When did so many unsung heroes start appearing in New York?"

At the same time, the mysterious man suppressed the sharp pain and shock coming from his left arm, and kept looking at Riley's figure.

But that highly recognizable magenta armor was completely unfamiliar to the mysterious man. The astonishing speed it had just displayed made his heart skip a beat.

But he was, after all, an experienced mercenary, and he instantly transformed his shock and unease into a heightened level of vigilance.

Then, his whole body tensed up, preparing for battle. At the same time, his voice, disguised by a voice changer, carried a hint of doubt as he questioned the person in front of him.

"Who exactly are you?!"

"Just a Kamen Rider passing by, remember that! Also, this isn't pink, it's magenta, you bastard—!"

At the same time, to conceal his identity, Riley's voice also had a distinctly electronic, synthesized quality. However, his tone was exceptionally clear and calm, and one could even detect a hint of almost rigid correction to the misinterpretation of the colors.

After looking around, he found a clean spot, laid out some discarded cardboard, and temporarily settled the unconscious Felicia. During this process, he gently infused the magic of the horse charm into Felicia's body.

In just a few breaths, the unnatural indentations on Felicia's chest and abdomen visibly returned to their original position and the swelling subsided. The wounds on her face, which could have left hideous scars, healed quickly, scabbed over, and fell off, giving way to skin even whiter and smoother than a baby's.

Her pale face regained some color as her injuries healed. Her breathing became steady and long. However, the excessive exertion left her still in a deep sleep.

After doing all this, Riley's icy rage, fueled by Felicia's serious injury, was briefly suppressed in the face of the fact that Felicia was out of danger.

But then, the soft, delicate body in his arms, whose wounds had healed but whose brows were still furrowed and whose body trembled from time to time, ignited an even more intense and furious rage in Riley's already protective heart!

In fact, the moment Felicia missed the scheduled contact time and insisted on going deep into the area alone, Riley, who had sensed something was wrong, had already quietly opened the dimensional barrier and lurked in the shadows of nearby buildings.

He witnessed how Felicia fell into the trap, fought desperately, and was gradually driven to the brink of despair by the mysterious man who had just learned from her and used a bizarre fighting style that combined Spider-Man's data with his own skills.

He had considered taking immediate action.

Every time Felicia was in grave danger, his fingers tightened around the edge of the driver.

But reason, or rather a deeper consideration, held him back.

Protecting those around you too closely is like shielding fledglings from the wind and rain forever; it only deprives them of the power to soar through the sky.

Since Felicia actively chose the path of becoming a "superhero" after gaining superhuman strength,

She needs real training, not just casual practice sessions on the training field.