Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

Kayako was genuinely scared.

The difference in power between the two sides is significant. Even if Kawakami Tomie enters her strongest form, she cannot shake Kayako's power.

But... cockroaches!

For Kayako, Tomie Kawakami was undoubtedly a cockroach-like creature.

They are difficult to kill completely, reproduce extremely quickly, and can be easily crushed, but the bursting sap and eggs cannot be completely cleaned up. They easily provoke emotions, making people disgusted and helpless.

In Kayako's eyes, Tomie Kawakami was precisely this kind of disgusting existence.

The women spent half a day making a fuss outside, but still couldn't get any feedback from Kayako.

In the end, no one had the energy to continue making a fuss.

"What should we do?"

"What do you mean, 'what to do'? Don't ask such a cowardly question."

"Amamiya..."

"Let him fend for himself. We can't expect him to take the initiative to find a solution for him, can we?"

"Thinking and commanding are his job. If he is helpless and dies at the hands of that ugly woman, it only shows that his capacity has reached its limit."

"Hehe, what a cold-blooded statement."

……

Tomie and the others smiled languidly and spoke in a casual tone.

However, their eyes also revealed their anticipation for Amamiya Rin.

(Alright, I'll think of another way to handle this.)

Amamiya Rin's calm voice rang out in [Tomie Network], interrupting their pretentious discussion.

(You all stay where you are and don't move. Go to Tomie in Tokyo and send them some clothes. Although you probably don't care, being out on the street disheveled will attract unnecessary attention and cause trouble.)

A few ambiguous chuckles and lazy responses echoed from 【Fujiang Network】, indicating acceptance of the arrangement.

After ending his conversation with Tomie and the others, Amamiya Rin turned his attention back to Mamiya Yuka, who was laughing uncontrollably.

Amamiya Rin stared at her shoulders, which were trembling from laughing, his brows furrowed.

Those two comedians are obsessed with becoming top-tier celebrities, so there's no need to worry about Mamiya Yuka dying of laughter like the family that was silenced in the manga.

However, we can't let her keep laughing forever.

Something has to be done.

Amamiya Rin closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and guided her consciousness to a deeper level.

Number, follow, stop, observe, return, clean.

The Six Wonders flow through the mind, and distracting thoughts are swept away like dust.

He quickly entered a deep meditative state, his senses receded inward, his perception of the outside world became blurred, while a more mysterious intuition, or rather, a sixth sense, was quietly amplified.

Amamiya Rin slowly opened her eyes, looked at Mamiya Yuka, and her gaze fell on her right side.

He didn't see anything, but an inexplicable intuition told him—there was something there.

Just like how sometimes people inexplicably feel that someone is behind them, that someone is watching them, or that they are certain that something will happen without any reason.

Amamiya Rin also had this feeling, something was on Mamiya Yuka's right side, making Mamiya Yuka keep laughing.

This intuition was unfounded, yet incredibly clear.

Amamiya Rin's will locked onto that invisible presence. He clenched his right palm like a knife, used his left hand to support himself against the wall, and staggered toward Mamiya Yuka.

"There's something there, it's bound to hit!"

Strong self-suggestion made Amamiya Rin's thoughts pure and focused.

There was no process of doubt or hesitation; the decision was made directly.

With a swift and clean chop, he slashed diagonally towards the right side of Yuuka Mamiya, carrying the will of Amamiya Rin.

The air seemed to be sliced ​​open by an invisible blade.

Amamiya Rin's hand slashed precisely into that empty space, without any sound of impact, flash of light, or presence of any physical object.

However, at the moment the hand made a slash, Amamiya Rin did indeed feel a very clear tactile sensation.

It felt as if a sharp blade had sliced ​​through something tough and viscous, like jelly? Or water? An unpleasant feeling of resistance flashed through the nerves in my arm.

"belch……!"

Yuka Mamiya's laughter seemed to be abruptly cut off, stopping very abruptly, leaving only a loud burp.

The smile on his face, after a brief moment of stiffness, turned into a blank stare.

She touched her cheek and rubbed her stomach, seemingly still not quite understanding what was happening. Yu Gonglin simply waved his hand, and suddenly the urge to burst into laughter vanished.

Amamiya Rin slowly withdrew her hand and sat back down on the tatami mat.

The fleeting, eerie sensation seemed to linger on his fingertips, but the feeling that something was there had completely vanished.

"This is what it means for the mind to triumph over material things..."

Amamiya Rin muttered to herself.

Belief itself is a form of power.

I learned about the theory of mind over matter from the abbot, and I also witnessed Tomie Kawakami practicing the philosophy of mind over matter and controlling her own internal conflicts.

However, this is the first time I've personally tried to present this concept using my own abilities.

"How did you do that? That's amazing!"

Yuka Mamiya rushed over and knelt outside the tatami mat, staring intently at Rin Amamiya's arm, her black pearl-like eyes seemingly sparkling.

There was absolutely no fear of the situation they had just been in; all they felt was excitement at witnessing Amamiya Rin resolve the problem with a single chop to the neck.

This girl is incredibly carefree.

"Simple exorcism techniques are no different from sprinkling salt."

Amamiya Rin leaned back against the wall, putting all her weight on it to reduce the burden and fatigue on her body.

"Sprinkle salt? I've used that before."

Yuka Mamiya turned around, stuck out her buttocks, and lay face down on the ground. She swept her hands across the ground, and it was only then that Rin Amamiya noticed that there were still a lot of white salt grains on the ground.

Yuka Mamiya gathered the salt grains together, grabbed a small handful, and handed it to Rin Amamiya.

"Because your heart is not sincere..."

As soon as he said it, Yu Gonglin realized that his words sounded like those of a charlatan, so he immediately explained.

"Although it sounds like a lie, if your will is not strong, even salt grains will not be able to exorcise evil spirits."

"A lack of willpower... Miss Higa said something similar. But, exactly what constitutes a strong will?"

Yuka Mamiya tilted her head and asked, looking troubled.

"Higa..."

Amamiya Rin heard a somewhat familiar name.

In his past life, he had watched a horror movie where the female lead and Japan's number one exorcist shared the same surname, Higa. Moreover, that horror movie also had a novel version and a manga version, which he had specifically sought out and watched.

"She's a psychic whom a senior colleague at the publishing house knows. She's a very cool and beautiful woman."

Yuka Mamiya explained with great interest.

"It seems to be someone I know, but that's not important."

Amamiya Rin nodded slightly. From Mamiya Yuka's words, he could tell that this Higa was the same Higa he knew.

However, he wasn't surprised. This world was clearly a mixture of countless Japanese horror works, so it was nothing unusual and insignificant.

After all, even the combined might of the three so-called Demon Kings wouldn't be enough to swallow Hell Star whole.