Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

(Is it really that good?)

An idea for Tomie came from [Tomie Network], carrying a strong sense of curiosity.

(Grilled meat, sake, honey—I want to eat that!)

Unlike Amamiya Rin's taboo, Kawakami Tomie doesn't mind eating the fake.

Especially after sensing from Amamiya Rin's thoughts that Kawakami Tomie was delicious, they became even more eager to try it.

(Dameyo!)

Amamiya Rin's thoughts were full of contradictions.

Aside from honey, the other two items are practically cannibalistic!

(It's nail-biting. Eating the things that come out of your body is just like nail-biting. Who hasn't bitten their own fingernails?)

(Damn it! I'm exercising my veto power and I absolutely disagree!)

Amamiya Rin's thoughts sent out an extra-large X.

(Hehe! Disagreeing won't change anything! I'm going to do it!)

Tomie Kawakami has a very strong drive to act! Extremely strong!

Inside the izakaya, the ramen that Amamiya Rin ordered had just been served, steaming hot.

He picked up his chopsticks, and before he even started eating, a refreshing taste with a hint of sweetness spread across his tongue, followed by the rich aroma of wine.

This tasted better than any alcoholic beverage he had ever tried before—this wasn't his own experience, but rather something that was directly synced from [Fujiang Network].

"..."

In a high-end restaurant on the other side of the city.

Tomie Kawakami, dressed in a black dress, sat alone by the window with several delicate side dishes in front of her and crystal-clear water rippling in her glass.

She picked up her glass, a mischievous smile on her face, and took a small sip.

The unexpected flavors overwhelmed Tomie Kawakami's brain.

No! A better adjective than "taste" would be "magical"!

Tomie sake possesses an indescribable allure, as if infused with the captivating charm of Tomie Kawakami herself, even producing a subtle hallucinogenic effect.

Tomie Kawakami's eyes curved at the corners, and a bewitching smile appeared on her devilish face.

Inside the izakaya, Amamiya Rin's chopsticks froze in mid-air.

(How does it taste? Delicious, right?)

(Yeah, that's so cool! I'll buy a bottle tomorrow too!)

(Wait a minute? Why do we have to spend money to buy our own things?)

(Right! Find out which unlucky guy got taken to brew wine, and take over the distillery!)

Tomie's thoughts passed through Amamiya Rin's mind; none of them considered drinking Tomie's brew a big deal.

(As expected... I can't relax for even a minute with you guys.)

Amamiya Rin pressed her index and middle fingers together against her brow, gently kneading it, a look of indescribable expression on her face.

He instinctively wanted to vomit, but nothing actually went into his stomach; he only got to taste what Tomie's body tasted like.

Wearing a mask of pain, the restaurant owner, who was bringing over the fried dumplings, noticed and asked rather unhappily, "Sir, don't you like the smell of ramen?"

She hasn't even eaten yet, and she already has this expression; it's just too disgusting.

(Why that face? Do I taste that bad?)

At the same time, Tomie Kawakami was also teasing Rin Amamiya in a mocking tone.

"No, it tastes very good, but it just reminded me of unpleasant things."

Yu Gonglin took a deep breath, calmed his mind, closed his eyelids slightly, and loosened his fingertips between his brows, forming a simple Zen mudra.

(Form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form; form is emptiness, emptiness is form. Sensation, perception, volition, and consciousness are also like this.)

The rhythm of the scriptures flowed slowly through my mind, and the eerie sweetness and bewitching aftertaste of Tomie sake gradually melted away in the face of the rising Zen.

The discomfort one feels when tasting Tomie's flesh and blood is nothing more than a manifestation of lust, an illusion intertwined with senses and obsession.

The flesh, blood, skin, and bones of the human body are all products of causes and conditions coming together; nothing is permanent, and nothing has a real existence.

He would feel uncomfortable because he had not reached the required level of spiritual attainment and could not truly achieve detachment from appearances and non-attachment. He could not truly regard the human body as an empty body formed by the aggregation of causes and conditions and the temporary combination of the four elements. The medical knowledge that Tomie and the others learned in their dreams made it difficult for him to view the human body with an idealistic attitude.

Under Amamiya Rin's meditative contemplation, the discomfort and nausea that arose in his heart gradually dissipated—flesh and blood are not real, bodily fluids are not substantial, they are merely projections of illusory attachments.

The warm yellow light fell on Yu Gonglin's face, smoothing out the wrinkles between his brows and softening his expression.

(What a boring man.)

(Men who are too serious won't attract girls.)

(Sigh! If it weren't for us, it's hard to imagine you'd have a soulmate in your life.)

(Since Lin-jun doesn't care about this, I'll buy a bottle too.)

……

Amamiya Rin was too decisive, using his meditation skills to resolve his discomfort, which disappointed Tomie and the others who were just trying to provoke Amamiya Rin. Some of them were even unwilling to give up and tried to interfere with Amamiya Rin's state of mind.

(Drinking alcohol is prohibited.)

Amamiya Rin picked up a mouthful of ramen with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth. Her expression was calm, but her thoughts conveyed an undeniable and assertive force.

(Your drunkenness will also affect me. If you don't want to keep dreaming for decades to come, stop doing things that harm others and yourself!)

The [Tomie Network] was filled with disappointment, not because Amamiya Rin forbade drinking, but because Amamiya Rin's order did not stem from any conflict with Tomie Brewing.

This means they can no longer use Tomie sake to tease Amamiya Rin.

Soon, all the food ordered by Amamiya Rin was served.

The steaming hot ramen soup was milky white, the pan-fried dumplings were golden and crispy, the mini sausages were glistening with oil, and the tempura was fried to perfection.

Hunger made Amamiya Rin put aside all other thoughts, pick up her chopsticks, and eat with all her might.

After finishing his food, Amamiya Rin paid the bill and walked out of the shop, leaning on his cane.

The cool night breeze dispersed some of the warm, cloying atmosphere emanating from the izakaya, and also helped Amamiya Rin clear her head a bit.

He walked along the street to the nearby business hotel to check in.

Entering the narrow but clean single room, he placed his backpack and sword pouch next to the bedside table, leaned his cane against the wall, and then collapsed heavily onto the bed.

So tired! Extremely tired!

Every cell in her body was screaming for sleep, but Amamiya Rin knew perfectly well that she couldn't sleep.

He closed his eyes, relaxed his body, and sank his consciousness into meditation, minimizing his physical functions and reducing mental and physical exertion.

The city lights outside the window flickered, but the room was deathly silent. Yu Gonglin's breathing became barely audible, and only the extremely slow rise and fall of his chest proved that he was still alive.

The sky outside the window changed from deep black to hazy gray, and then gradually revealed some light.

Amamiya Rin maintained this almost meditative state until the bright sunlight shone through the gap in the curtains and stung his eyelids, at which point he slowly opened his eyes.

The physical fatigue did not lessen at all; on the contrary, it seemed to have settled overnight, becoming even heavier. My brain was slightly groggy, but not as severe as the day before yesterday, and I could still think normally.