Even with his enhanced endurance and the advantages granted by reincarnation, it still took Liam Young several grueling minutes to climb to the top of the Stark Tower. He had relied solely on his determination, sheer grit, and the edge offered by his status as a Reincarnator.
But from the moment he was flung off the top floor, the entire descent took no more than five seconds. Five terrifying seconds. His body plummeted through the night like a blazing meteor, too fast to register, like a blink in time.
"BOOM——!"
The impact shook the street like thunder rolling through steel canyons. The explosion of sound echoed violently off the glass and concrete of Midtown. The shockwave rattled nearby cars, sending a ripple through the stagnant city air.
Liam's body hit the asphalt with a force that cracked the surrounding ground. Dust billowed upward like the fallout of a localized earthquake.
As the dust settled, Liam's figure slowly emerged from the debris. Blood streaked from the corner of his mouth, his uniform tattered, grime etched into every cut and gash. One hand clutched his chest—his heart pounding like a war drum—while the other braced him as he slowly dragged himself from the crater.
He had survived. Barely.
Stark Tower, the tallest skyscraper in New York City, towered over a hundred floors high. Even for a hardened Reincarnator like Liam, falling from that height was near-certain death.
Though his body was far beyond that of a normal human—tougher, stronger, reinforced by Reincarnation modifications—he still felt it. The raw, crushing impact of gravity, the feeling of his organs rattling against his bones. It brought with it not just pain, but despair.
Panting heavily, he forced himself upright. His legs trembled, barely holding his weight, but he didn't fall. He looked up—far, far up—toward the dizzying spire of Stark Tower. His vision blurred, but the hatred in his eyes burned bright and sharp.
"Damn you, Evolto… you cursed Kamen Rider…" he growled hoarsely. "I'll remember this. I swear I'll pay you back. Just wait—once I've grown stronger… I'll climb back up there and crush you myself!"
He spat out a mouthful of blood onto the cracked pavement.
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High above, on the gleaming penthouse floor of Stark Tower, the man known as Evolto stood by the window, bathed in golden citylight. He was relaxed, elegant, and entirely unconcerned.
He wore a simple but refined apron over his tailored clothing, carefully pouring hot water over fresh grounds. The scent of red-label Gesha beans—a rare, high-end roast from Tony Stark's own private reserve—filled the air.
The coffee ritual was performed with practiced grace, almost reverently.
"I'm terribly sorry for the interruption, Tony," Evolto said casually, his tone light, though the smirk tugging at his lips made it clear he wasn't sorry at all. "A guest tried to drop in uninvited."
He set the handcrafted ceramic cup down on the sleek table before Tony Stark, who was seated on a leather couch, observing everything in silence.
"Still, I must admit—your taste in coffee is exquisite," Evolto added, placing the kettle down and removing the filter with delicate precision. "Red-label Gesha—one of the rarest beans in your collection. You really do know how to live."
Moments earlier, Liam had stormed into Stark Tower, hoping to confront Evolto. But before he could take a single step, Evolto had lifted a single hand.
That was all it took.
A crimson mist, dense and shimmering with unnatural power, surged outward. The force was crushing, inescapable. In an instant, Liam had been hurled from the top floor like a rag doll.
Evolto wasn't from Earth.
He hailed from Mars, once a prince of the now-extinct Blood Clan—a race of living weapons that had ruled that world in silence and shadow. He had been drawn into the Main God Space after losing his war over the Pandora Box to Sento Kiryu, the Kamen Rider known as Build.
Now, he was no longer a simple Kamen Rider—he was Black Hole Evolto, and he had no interest in meaningless missions.
The so-called "Massacre of Hell's Kitchen," the objective given by the Main God for this cycle, bored him. If he really wanted to, he could reduce Earth to cinders with a snap of his fingers. But why bother?
Coffee was far more interesting.
More interesting still… was Alex Ray.
Evolto had sensed something—a pulse—something hidden deep within this universe. A familiar aura. Something… connected to him. Or perhaps something that shouldn't exist at all.
So instead of following the Lord God's orders, Evolto had come here.
To Tony.
To watch. To listen. And maybe… to remember.
—
Tony sat still, his mind racing behind a calm expression. He knew Evolto was dangerous—very dangerous. He wasn't just a Reincarnator. He was high-level. Probably ancient. And definitely not from this world.
But Evolto wasn't attacking. Not yet.
And Tony wanted answers.
"So… what?" Tony asked slowly. "You came here just to brew me a cup of coffee? Is that how Reincarnators operate these days? So casual?"
He eyed the steaming mug cautiously, but didn't touch it.
Evolto's smirk deepened.
"I like your skepticism," he said, moving to unfasten his apron and draping it neatly over the back of a nearby chair. "You remind me of someone I once knew. A genius, always tinkering with impossible things."
Then his tone shifted—deeper now, almost reverent.
"But more than that… you have something. Something impossible. Something… you shouldn't have."
Tony stiffened slightly.
"Something inside you," Evolto continued, "something that doesn't exist in your counterparts across the multiverse. A sliver of a god. A trace of entropy. Whatever it is, it doesn't belong in you—or in this timeline."
Tony's eyes narrowed.
"You're talking about Alex Ray," he said quietly.
"Bingo," Evolto replied, almost gleefully. " Alex Ray. God Slayer. Whatever name he uses, he's the reason the Lord God sent us here."
"I didn't think anyone would ever pull a trap on the Lord God. But he did. And now the game's changed. Massacres? Reincarnator rankings? All just a smokescreen."
"Everything leads back to him. Everything leads back to you."
Tony's gaze darkened. He leaned forward slightly.
"So what now?" he asked. "You looking to finish the mission?"
Evolto chuckled.
"If I were, you'd already be dead," he said. "No, Tony… I came here for answers. And to get them, I'm going to fight you."
Without warning, he reached into the air, pulling forth a black-and-gold transformation device from the void—a Kamen Rider belt with twin bottle slots. He inserted a shimmering Nebula Bottle and a glowing red Knight System Canister.
The belt roared to life.
"Cobra!"
"Knight System!"
"EVOLUTION!"
"Are you ready?"
"BLACK—HOLE!"
He slammed the belt shut.
"!"
Light exploded around him, sucking inward toward the center of his chest. His body was engulfed in obsidian armor—dark, swirling, and seemingly alive. Behind him, space itself warped, and a spiraling singularity bloomed—a black hole, pulsing with reality-bending energy.
Kamen Rider Black Hole Evolto had arrived.
Evolto extended his hand, beckoning.
"Come on then," he said, eyes gleaming beneath the helmet. "You know what I'm after. You feel it too."
"No… I should say this."
His voice dropped, cold and absolute.
"This world's Build—show me what you've got."
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