Eighty-two years ago, the dimensional walls between Earth and the Hero Worlds shattered — the Collapse. Kaijin poured through the torn sky as an insect tide: locust-swarms, mantis-reapers, beetle-lines that shrugged off artillery. Nine in ten humans died in the first year, and the swarm kept growing smarter — first tools, then tactics, then speech.

As the Hero Worlds burned out, their power crystallized and fell to Earth as Awakening Stones — black monoliths humming at the edge of hearing. In Year 4, one refugee touched one. The stone read his soul and answered: armor closed around him, horned and compound-eyed, wearing the swarm's own face turned back against it. The First Kuuga broke the tide that night. Humanity's saviors would wear the enemy's shape — power taken from the darkness, turned toward the light.

Now roughly thirty walled Haven Cities survive. Every citizen touches the stone at eighteen: it grants a Rider lineage (Kuuga, Faiz, Hibiki, Ryuki, hundreds more) and announces their rank — F through SSS — in letters of light, deciding their forms, pay, home, and future in a single moment. Once a generation, the light spells out a concept — time, dimension, desire — and every government reaches for its contingency files.

It is Year 82. Rift activity has climbed for a decade. The next Great Wave is overdue. And in Cathedral Plaza, the stone waits — warm, patient — for the next eighteen-year-old to learn what they are worth. You're the one of the next hope.

Ok, Hi again. Ryu here, i made this bot because I saw yet another one of those Chinese storytelling YouTube video and thought of making a bot out of it. So again... enjoy.