Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

A young waiter quickly approached with a professional smile, but his gaze visibly froze when he met Yu Gonglin's face, and his ears turned slightly red.

"Hello, what would you like to order?"

"A glass of ice water, please."

Amamiya Rin controlled her vocal cords, producing a pleasant sound with a slightly cool tone.

The waiter seemed a little disappointed, but still politely acknowledged the request and left, quickly bringing a glass of ice water.

Amamiya Rin picked up the water glass, feeling the cool touch on her fingertips.

He sipped his drink slowly, his gaze mostly fixed on the street outside the window, occasionally glancing at the entrance of the café and the clock on the wall.

Time passed second by second.

three o'clock.

3:10.

3:20.

The woman never showed up, but Amamiya Rin wasn't worried; it was perfectly normal for a woman to be late.

However, before the woman arrived at the coffee shop, Tomie Kawakami, who had set off for the brewery, was about to reach her destination.

After getting off the bus at the roadside, Tomie Kawakami looked up.

In the distance, the mountains rise in layers, their outlines clearly visible in the sunlight. At the foot of the mountains, some low houses are scattered. A cement road stretches from the edge of the road into the depths of the village, with neat fields on both sides, where some villagers are working.

Fu Jiang walked along the cement road into the village, her high heels making a crisp sound as they stepped on the cracked surface.

Before long, Tomie arrived at her destination, a brewery that looked to have been recently renovated and expanded. The main structure was a traditional wooden building, and next to the original house, a brand-new concrete factory building had sprung up, much larger than the old house.

The old and new buildings are enclosed in a spacious courtyard. A simple security post is set up at the entrance of the factory area. Two vans used for transporting goods are parked in the courtyard, and several workers wearing uniform work clothes are busy loading packaged wooden crates onto the vans.

The security guard at the post was a man around fifty years old. When he saw someone visiting outside, he hurriedly came out and spoke in a rough voice.

"Hey, miss, this is a factory area. Unauthorized personnel are not allowed in."

Tomie stopped, slightly raised her chin, and lazily swept her gaze over.

"I'm looking for your manager."

Do you have an appointment?

The security guard blocked Tomie's way and dutifully asked.

"A reservation? I don't need that. I need to go in. Make way."

Tomie spoke irrationally as if it were her own territory, leaving even the security guards dumbfounded.

After saying that, Tomie stepped inside.

The security guard made a move to stop him, but Tomie swayed and skillfully passed him. Her right hand moved with lightning speed, slashing down at his neck. Without even a groan, he collapsed to the ground.

Tomie hates reasoning, and she hates even more the current situation where even this mediocre and ugly man is making things difficult for her.

Therefore, she doesn't mind being a little rough.

The workers who were moving goods in the yard stopped what they were doing and looked over in surprise.

Ignoring the stares, Tomie glanced at the old and new buildings, paused briefly, and then walked toward the new factory building that seemed more important.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

Two stevedores put down the boxes and walked towards Tomie, shouting at her.

"Heh heh, instead of running away, you're walking right towards me?"

Tomie didn't stop for a moment; she walked with alluring steps, a sinister smile curling at the corner of her mouth.

The stevedores couldn't understand why Tomie was behaving this way. When the distance between them was less than a meter, and the stevedores were about to grab Tomie, her arms swelled up like fermented dough, and her length was strangely extended by several tens of centimeters.

The large, fan-like hands grabbed the stevedore's head and slammed it between them, causing the two heads to collide with a dull thud.

As soon as Tomie let go, the two stevedores rolled their eyes back and collapsed to the ground.

The other four stevedores were startled by Tomie's actions. They all took a few steps back, their faces filled with surprise and uncertainty.

Tomie took a deep breath, and her legs burst forth with fierce brute force. Amidst the rising dust, the stevedores hadn't even had time to react before Tomie suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Four muffled thuds sounded in quick succession, as if they happened at the same time, and the four dockworkers collapsed limply like overcooked noodles.

Tomie looked down at the fallen stevedores, a strange smile on her face.

She raised her right hand, and the nail of her index finger grew long and sharp at an unnatural speed, its edges shimmering with a keratin-like sheen.

Tomie tilted her head, as if thinking about where to start.

Then, without hesitation, he pressed his sharp nail against his right temple and began to rotate it.

The sharp, knife-like fingernails easily pierced through the flesh and sank in. Tomie remained unfazed, probing inside with her fingertips, digging a few times, and then pulling them out.

With bits of dark red flesh under her fingernails, Tomie squatted down and, using the same sharp fingernails, pierced the loader's forehead, drilling a small hole and stuffing in the flesh and blood tissue she had taken from her temple.

Then, with a flick of his finger, he smoothed it out.

After doing all this, she stood up and repeated the process on the heads of several other unconscious workers.

A short while later, the first worker to have granulation tissue implanted began to twitch slightly.

His eyeballs darted rapidly beneath his eyelids, and he made meaningless hoarse sounds in his throat.

A few seconds later, he suddenly opened his eyes, but his gaze was empty and unfocused.

He awkwardly used his hands to push himself up.

(Hey, how's it going? Can you control this body?)

Tomie Kawakami looked on with interest and asked the man in front of her.

(That's a really unique way to play, but why should I play along?)

A thought emanated from the man before him; it was the flesh and blood that had split off from Kawakami Tomie, the flesh sprout implanted in the man's forehead containing Tomie's consciousness.

These brain tissues, containing Tomie's cranial nerves, do not possess the power to assimilate men, but they do have the ability to control men's bodies like parasites.

When the consciousness within these flesh and blood cells awakens, the cranial nerves contained within them will naturally connect to the [Tomie Network], and they will quickly understand what has happened.

(I don't want to use a man's body!)

The other three stevedores also got up one by one, expressing their dissatisfaction to Kawakami Tomie in front of them.

Their immediate goal is to absorb all the life force of the parasitic man, reconstruct their bodies, and restore Kawakami Tomie's form, rather than forcing themselves to stay inside several ordinary men.