"Weren't you supposed to need three people to get a genius idea...?"
Jade stood by the window, witnessing the Galaxy Ranger's 'We Are United' great spinning top. She watched the aftershock of the explosion, the corner of her mouth twitching.
For a moment, she didn't know what to say.
Ugh, let her think of a tactful way to express her current feelings.
Hmm...
Boothill, having undergone full-body cybernetic modification, definitely doesn't count as a person in the true sense.
And Leon is an Emanator, practically a semi-higher-dimensional being, so he's even less of a person.
In short, not a single sane person between them.
Although it was a bit blasphemous to say so, Jade was now genuinely starting to doubt if there was something wrong with Lan's judgment.
How on earth did He end up choosing these two... specimens of sound mental health?
...
...
"Mamba out!"
The propeller spun continuously, slowly descending.
🚁🚁The esteemed Galaxy Rangers are descending upon their loyal lands to punish evil and promote good🚁🚁
The two, who had both chosen to jump from the aircraft, landed steadily thanks to their great spin.
The propeller stopped. After landing, the two stood face to face, clasping hands tightly as if in an arm-wrestling match.
"Bro!"
Boothill grinned roguishly, his eyes under the brim of his hat meeting Leon's. After shouting 'Bro!', he tightened his grip.
"Bro!"
Leon responded in kind, not shying away from his heartfelt gaze in the slightest.
"Hahaha!" x2
The two stared at each other's handsome faces for a moment, then burst out laughing in unison.
"Galaxy Ranger, Boothill."
Boothill introduced himself, a smile playing on his lips.
"Galaxy Ranger, Leon. Codename: Miracle God."
Leon smiled, rarely giving out his real name.
When adventuring, he always preferred to use a handle.
Because when you're out and about, your identity is what you make it. Even an outlander can instantly become a universal big shot.
Unless someone specifically asked, anyone below the 'High-Tier' level had no right to glimpse the glorious state of a 'T0 God-Tier' like him.
Although he had no impression of Boothill whatsoever, who was clearly not a high-tier individual.
But since they were like-minded comrades, he could make a small exception.
"Good codename, bro! You're heckin' handsome!"
Boothill laughed heartily.
"Hey, your handsomeness is no less than mine, bro!"
Leon returned the revolver to him, engaging in a round of mutual business-like compliments.
"How'd you become a Ranger, bro?"
Boothill took it, twirled it a few times around his index finger in the trigger guard, then holstered it in the gun bag on his waist.
"Hmm... how hard can it be for a person to persevere?"
Leon mused for a moment before speaking.
"I don't know. Because pursuing stats and power is human nature. I was just walking my own path in life, seeking what I desired."
"Beyond that, I did nothing."
"When I came to my senses, people had already started calling me by that title: Galaxy Ranger."
Leon felt there was nothing wrong with his explanation.
Eliminate injustice, kill the Abundance.
Everything he did was for the 'God-Emperor Cup' tier he dreamed of.
Doesn't that count as walking his own path in life?
It's just that the Galaxy Rangers have made 'eliminating injustice' their trademark and built a reputation on it.
That's why people, with their preconceptions, started calling him a Galaxy Ranger for doing those things.
Is there a problem with that? Not at all!
"Yo, so it's the legendary 'Longchang Enlightenment.' Cool as hell, baby!"
Boothill let out a low whistle, expressing his amazement.
This whole 'Path' thing is idealistic at its core.
It's not surprising if you have an epiphany one day and go straight from being an ordinary person to the pinnacle of a Pathstrider.
"Unlike you."
"My entire race was secretly wiped out by those sweethearts at the Corporation, frickin' A. I willingly walked this path of no return for revenge."
Boothill released their handshake and politely shared his experience.
"Back then, I was desperate for power."
"So I prayed to the entire universe, but the only one who answered was The Hunt."
"In that moment, I knew exactly who the 'person' I had to follow was."
Boothill let out a soft laugh, a hint of nostalgia in his tone.
"Capitalist dogs really should be strung up on lampposts."
Leon nodded in agreement.
Capitalist dogs and bridge-camping dogs are two peas in a pod. Neither is better than the other.
"Tell me about it, baby!"
Boothill sighed, lamenting.
He would have preferred it if the Corporation had launched an open and honest invasion back then.
No matter what, dying with everyone on the battlefield while resisting foreign enemies would have been better than being the only one left alive now.
"You've got a heavy verbal tic, man. What's with all the 'baby' this and 'baby' that?" Leon asked, confused.
"My speech system was modified."
"Whenever I try to say something vulgar, it gets automatically replaced with these completely non-aggressive words."
Boothill shrugged.
"Whoa, a parental control system! How can you stand not uninstalling that?" Leon exclaimed.
"The person who modified my Synesthesia Beacon was a benefactor. A small thing like this is easy to get used to, so I let it be."
Boothill spread his hands, speaking helplessly.
"Speaking of which, Brother Leon, where are you headed next?" Boothill asked pointedly.
"I have no idea."
Every time Leon heard this kind of question, he wanted to say one thing.
This guy knows damn well I'm clueless about directions, yet he asks where I'm going. It's like asking a blind man if he can see.
The humor is of a similar, exquisite brand.
"I've got a big score here. You in?"
As he spoke, Boothill walked over to his side and put an elbow on his shoulder.
"What kind of big score?" Leon asked, puzzled.
"What other kind of big score could we Rangers have? Obviously, it's about eliminating injustice and righting wrongs for others."
Boothill tipped his cowboy hat with his index finger and said with feigned gravity.
"Ever heard of the Holstein Great Silence?"
"Never heard of it."
"You've never heard of such a famous incident?"
Boothill said, somewhat surprised.
The Holstein Great Silence caused a huge stir across the universe. Even the Corporation issued a notice about it.
"So what? Am I supposed to know about it?"
If I was really needed, the Trail would lead me there sooner or later. What's the difference between knowing and not knowing?
"Simply put, those lunatics from the Garden of Recollection are at it again."
"They stole all the language-related memories from everyone in the Holstein System, causing the Great Silence."
Boothill explained simply and clearly.
"The Galaxy Rangers couldn't stand by and watch, so they decided to seek justice for Holstein and have been tracking their movements ever since."
"We've got a lead now. Wanna join in, good bro?"
Boothill stretched out his left arm and familiarly slung it around his shoulder. "Are you a good Ranger or not? Can you tolerate such a massive injustice?"
"Let's go, together!"
Boothill laughed heartily, pointing behind him with his thumb.
"Sure, I don't care. Count me in."
Leon had no objections. To him, going anywhere was the same.
As long as it could raise his 'The Hunt' alignment score, it was fine.
"Hahaha, I knew you were a man of passion, bro!"
Boothill laughed, tilting his head back.
"When the time comes, I'll leave all the bullets for you. Let's blow all those darling Memokeepers to bits!"
Boothill patted his shoulder repeatedly, clearly overjoyed.
"Good idea. That'll be awesome."
Leon replied casually.
Having decided to continue their partnership, the two walked away, arms slung over each other's shoulders.
As the sun set, the fading light stretched their shadows into something out of a legend: Colossal Titans with ridiculously broad shoulders and perfect fifteen-head-tall proportions.
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PS: Book recommendation, a Tokusatsu story
Starts with terminal cancer, only three months left to live.
Fortunately, Wei Xuan binds the [Tokusatsu Troll System]. He just needs to stir up the audience's emotions to gain lifespan and special powers.
And so, it begins with Kuuga versus Geats—
The scene of the Desire Grand Prix appears before Godai Yusuke's eyes, his pupils shaking.
Sakurai Keiwa sees the final moments of his sister's life, and his spirit collapses.
Godai Yusuke: [Ukiyo Ace, does a guy like you truly deserve to be a Kamen Rider?!]
Sakurai Keiwa: [Are you trying to glamorize a heinous act like hurting people? Bujin Sword!]
Beyond that, the Riders' dark pasts are also broadcast live.
"'Truth' is the woman who could have become my mother!"
"Hojo Emu!"
"Teacher Touma running freely on the rainbow bridge.JPG"
[Strongest Secondary Rider Tournament], [Strongest Female Rider Tournament], [Secondary Rider Swap Match], etc., gradually unfold.
As time goes on, Wei Xuan discovers he possesses more and more Rider powers.
"I told you all it's just special effects. There are no Kamen Riders in the real world."
After saying that, Wei Xuan pulls a driver from his pocket, transforms into Ohma Zi-O, and kicks the monster behind him into oblivion, swaggering off while the reporters stare dumbfounded.
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