Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"whispering sound!"

Tomie Kawakami gave a look of disgust.

No! It's more disgust than dislike.

She took out the matchbox she had prepared beforehand from her pocket and took out a match.

The moment the match was struck, the orange flame danced in the dim light.

The workers, their faces contorted with madness, vigorously stirred the body parts and liquor in the barrel, focusing almost all their attention on the Tomie inside—this Tomie hadn't been cursed by Azawa Yuuma, and even as a piece of flesh, her charm was far greater than that of Kawakami Tomie.

When Kawakami Tomie lit a fire here, the worker who was stirring the corpse water immediately noticed it. He turned around abruptly and saw Kawakami Tomie holding a match, his face turning extremely ferocious.

"What are you doing? What do you want to do!"

The worker dropped the mixing rod and lunged at Kawakami Tomie with a roar, his angry expression as if he wanted to tear her to pieces.

"Get out of here."

Without even glancing at the worker, Tomie's arm instantly swelled and deformed, and she slapped the worker who was lunging at her, sending him flying backward.

At the same time, the match fell from her fingers, tracing a faint arc, and landed in the pinkish-red wine barrel.

With a soft "hiss" sound.

The moment the flame touched the liquid, the orange light suddenly dipped downwards, and then the layer of oily sheen burst into a ball of blue flame that quickly spread.

The cheek fragments floating in the barrel quickly curled and turned black in the flames, the eyeballs burst open with a "pop," and murky liquid splashed onto the rim of the barrel. The sweet aroma of wine mixed with the smell of burnt meat, becoming pungent.

"ah!!!"

One after another, inhuman screams burst forth from the barrel. It wasn't the voice of one person, but countless voices superimposed together, so shrill that they seemed to pierce the eardrums.

The flickering flames revealed distorted faces, their eyes wide open, their red lips twisted, opening and closing painfully in the firelight.

"Stop! What are you doing? Stop it now!"

The workshop erupted in chaos as other workers noticed the fire and dropped what they were doing, rushing over from all sides.

They had bizarre dark circles under their eyes, bloodshot eyes, and expressions of utter madness. Tomie coldly watched these men who had gone mad, her arms rapidly expanding and lengthening, precisely grabbing the throat of the first man who rushed at her, throwing him away and sending him crashing into a worker behind her, both of them falling into the wine barrel.

"Boxer briefs! Boxer briefs! You mere mortals dare to defy me, Tomie?"

Before the remaining people could react, Tomie had already burst into the crowd, her deformed hands chopping and grabbing with such speed that only afterimages remained.

Accompanied by dull thuds and brief screams, workers who were near Tomie would often be sent flying back at an even faster speed.

In less than two minutes, all the workers were lying sprawled on the ground, none of them capable of resisting, their bulging eyes fixed on Tomie.

"Congratulations, you insignificant humans! I now rule over you. Kneel before my blood and power!"

Tomie Kawakami stood on tiptoe, leaned back, and announced to the fallen workers in a haughty and intoxicated tone.

Looking down at that towering figure, even the workers, who had already gone mad, instinctively felt a chill creep up from their feet to the top of their heads.

The flickering firelight danced behind her, stretching and twisting her shadow, casting it onto the mottled walls and the fallen bodies.

When the workshop's iron gates opened again, the workers had become Tomie's servants.

On their heads, hidden beneath their black hair, was a tiny, pulsating bud, its tendrils reaching deep into their brains, firmly controlling their thoughts.

Far away in Tokyo, Amamiya Rin walked through a small alley and arrived at his destination.

"It's right here."

Lin Nao, who was leading the way, slowed down.

Amamiya Rin also focused her attention and looked up. There stood an abandoned office building all alone.

The exterior walls were dilapidated due to years of neglect, and most of the windows were shattered. Under the gradually setting sun, the entire building cast a long and oppressive shadow, enveloping him and Lin Naoxu, with a heavy sense of unease.

"Let's go."

Amamiya Rin's gaze sharpened slightly as she and Hayashi Nao entered the abandoned building together.

The afternoon sunlight was fragmented by the building's exterior structure, slanting in through the broken windows and casting a few dim yellow spots of light on the dusty ground. Tiny dust particles floated in the air, silently dancing in the occasional beams of light.

Amamiya Rin and Hayashi Nao climbed to the fourth floor and walked out of the stairwell into an open space without partitions.

Originally planned as an office area, it now consists only of load-bearing concrete pillars, standing like silent giants in the dim light.

"there."

Lin Nao's voice echoed in the spacious room. Following her guidance, Amamiya Rin's gaze pierced through the maze of dim light and pillar shadows, looking towards a corner on the fourth floor.

Between several thick load-bearing columns, an area has been cleared out. A table is placed against the wall, with a brass candlestick on the tabletop. A slender white candle is inserted in the candlestick, and the candlelight flickers, casting shadows all around.

Scattered on the table and the ground around it were some strangely shaped utensils, including small knives and bowls that looked like silver with unidentified dark stains on the edges, several open earthenware jars containing dried, herbal mixtures, and some objects bound together with feathers and thin bones of unknown purpose, as well as an open, yellowed ancient book.

And, an Iron Maiden!

It was about the height of a person, shaped like a standing human coffin, with a dark metallic surface. There were two double doors on the front, covered with rust. Short nails could be vaguely seen arranged on the inside of the doors, their tips gleaming with a dull light.

Amamiya Rin and Hayashi Nao walked over, and the closer they got, the more Amamiya Rin could smell a strange odor, an incredibly strong smell of blood and dust mixed together.

"It's right here..."

Lin Nao couldn't help but rub her eyes, as if trying to erase the terrifying scene she had witnessed.

As he passed between the load-bearing columns, Amamiya Rin noticed an old portrait hanging on the wall.

The woman in the painting is beautiful, almost sickly beautiful, with an air of evil. She is clearly dressed as a European noblewoman, and her beauty is unlike anything one would expect in a classical painting.

"Elizabeth Bathory..."

Amamiya Rin murmured the name. If his guess was correct, the woman in the painting was indeed the prototype of the Great Dragon Girl. In this world where different types of vampires and black magic exist, Elizabeth might very well really be a vampire.

Miyuki Kawahara became a vampire like Elizabeth through special black magic.