Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"This is the Iron Maiden, a medieval European torture device. It has countless steel needles inside, and a container is placed underneath to collect the victim's blood for use in black magic rituals. I don't know where Kawahara Miyuki got her black magic from, but... she brought that medieval evil practice to the modern era."

Looking at the Iron Maiden in front of her, Lin Nao explained its uses to Amamiya Rin, a sorrowful expression on her face.

However, as the Moon's owl, Amamiya Rin didn't need Lin Nao to introduce him to such common knowledge. He picked up the yellowed old book on the table.

The pages were thick and rough, the edges worn and frayed. By the flickering candlelight, he could make out the faded words on the pages.

The font is Latin. Amamiya Rin learned this language in a long dream, through a Latin dictionary that Tomie had seen in the school library.

Yu Gonglin slowly turned the pages of the book, and as he read on, his brows gradually furrowed.

"Ms. Kawakami, do you recognize the handwriting on this?"

Lin Nao asked curiously.

"Latin, the sacred language of the Middle Ages—because knowledge was monopolized by the Church."

Before Lin Nao could ask any further questions, Amamiya Rin revealed the contents of the ancient book.

"This is an ancient book that records black magic rituals, specifically, it's about how to maintain eternal youth through certain rituals—that is, how to become a vampire."

At a specific time and under a specific lunar phase, the Iron Maiden drains the blood of a virgin, and in front of Elizabeth's portrait, while chanting incantations, the woman smears her blood all over her body, praying that the vampire Elizabeth will bestow her magic upon her.

Once the ritual is successful, one will gain the ability to live forever.

But the price is that one is forever dependent on blood for survival, and every so often, one must smear blood all over the body in order to keep the body young.

However, while the ancients focused on eternal youth, Amamiya Rin focused on information not mentioned in ancient books.

He couldn't tell whether the vampires he fought back then had eternal youth, but their physical abilities were definitely far beyond those of ordinary people.

"She's here!"

Lin Naoxu's figure flashed, and she retreated behind a load-bearing pillar in the distance.

Amamiya Rin put down the ancient book and hid behind another load-bearing pillar.

Footsteps echoed on the empty fourth floor, growing closer and closer. When the footsteps faded, the crisp sound of metal objects being touched rang out, followed by the rustling of fabric, as if someone was tidying up those strange tools.

Amamiya Rin held her breath and cautiously peeked out from the edge of the load-bearing column.

A woman stood where the candlelight flickered.

She was facing away from Amamiya Rin, but you could see that she had long brown hair, wore a light brown beret, and a light gray coat. From Amamiya Rin's perspective, you could see her fair profile and a pair of glasses with orange lenses.

Amamiya Rin had previously looked at photos of Kawahara Miyuki, and he recognized her just by looking at her profile. That woman was none other than the national-level singer, Kawahara Miyuki!

My gaze passed over Miyuki Kawahara, and at her feet lay a young girl, her eyes closed, seemingly unconscious. Was she today's victim?

Amamiya Rin's gaze sharpened, and he relaxed his body, moving silently out from behind the supporting pillar. Using the pillar's shadow as cover, he circled around to Kawahara Miyuki's rear.

At that moment, Kawahara Miyuki was bending down to lift the girl, preparing to stuff her into the Iron Maiden, when she suddenly stopped, turned her head sharply, and her gaze met Amamiya Rin's eyes precisely.

"Who goes there?!"

Before she finished speaking, Miyuki Kawahara's eyes widened slightly, a hint of amazement flashing in them.

However, this amazement quickly turned into ugly jealousy.

Give me all your blood! I am the most beautiful! Give me your beauty!

With a roar-like sound, Miyuki Kawahara's facial muscles twitched. Her skin turned bluish-gray, her cheekbones rose, her nose collapsed, her mouth stretched to the sides, her ears stretched upward and became pointed, and her eyes no longer had black pupils, only a fiery red color remained.

Like a mad beast that has forgotten its reason, Kawahara Miyuki pounced on Amamiya Rin ferociously, her speed far exceeding that of an ordinary person!

Amamiya Rin's pupils contracted, and with each breath, he quickly activated his sympathetic nervous system, raising his concentration to its peak.

The world seemed to slow down in his perception. Under the sunlight shining through the window, every speck of dust and every flicker of the candlelight became clearly discernible, and Miyuki Kawahara's movements seemed to be sped up by 0.5 times.

Amamiya Rin retreated rapidly, leaning back as her sharp claws, carrying a foul stench, swept past her nose, their sharp nails almost grazing her skin.

"Sizzle—"

The front of his coat was torn, and pieces of fabric fluttered down. Although there was no blood, the sharp claw wind sent a chill down Amamiya Rin's spine.

Using the momentum of his backward lean, he performed a backflip, landing three meters away. But Kawahara Miyuki followed closely, roaring as she pounced again, her claws lashing out in rapid succession. Though lacking any particular technique, her attacks were as dense and relentless as a storm.

Without a weapon, Amamiya Rin could only concentrate on dodging, and the keen senses granted by the Kanmon allowed him to predict the trajectory of each attack.

He shifted half a step to the left, his claws grazing his right shoulder and leaving three shallow marks on the supporting pillar behind him.

He dodged to the right, crouched down, and his second claw swept over his head, catching a few strands of hair that had been cut off.

"Stop! All you can do is hide?!"

Miyuki Kawahara's brows furrowed into the shape of the Chinese character "川" (chuan), and she let out a frantic roar, her scarlet eyes leaving afterimages in the dim light.

Instead of retreating, Amamiya Rin advanced, using a low, spinning step to cut into her blind spot, his shoulder and back lightly brushing against her back. In the instant they passed each other, he even had time to adjust his breathing.

"Hide? No, I'm best at frontal attacks... Hmm, but not having a weapon is a problem."

As he spoke, Amamiya Rin delivered a chop to the back of Kawahara Miyuki's neck.

However, Miyuki Kawahara's body was too sturdy. Even a fatal blow couldn't bring her down. She only staggered forward half a step before twisting her body around.

"Although I want you to suffer the consequences of your actions, there are victims here, so I can't just let you devour this body."

Amamiya Rin took a few steps back, his eyes gleaming as he scrutinized Kawahara Miyuki's face.

Vampires? Using Tomie Kawakami's body, he's least afraid of vampires.

Even if we just give up, we can still get rid of the vampire in front of us, but the victim over there seems to still be alive, so we can't use that method.

"Miss Hayashi Nao, the style of the battle that follows is rather unsightly. Could you please not watch?"

Without turning his head, Amamiya Rin called out to Hayashi Nao, who was hiding behind another load-bearing pillar.

Lin Nao did not answer. Instead, Kawahara Miyuki, who was in front of her, paused. Her eyes flickered and a struggling expression appeared on her face.