Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"Bang—crash!!!"

No unnecessary preparatory movements, just a pure and simple rear straight punch!

Twist your waist! Slide your shoulder! Rotate your wrist! All in one smooth motion!

Meat-modified Tomie's fist, like a battering ram, slammed into the very center of his chest, with a straight trajectory!

A terrifying force erupted instantly!

First came the muffled sound of the sternum cracking, followed by the dull thud of muscle tissue being crushed!

Gunfire Tomie's eyes bulged out suddenly, and her body bent backward as if she had been hit head-on by a high-speed train!

The fabric on her back ripped open first, and then her fair chest skin caved in, revealing a hole the size of a bowl that pierced through her body.

Meat-modified Tomie's fist pierced right through, leaving it covered in sticky blood and shattered tissue.

Broken bone fragments and chunks of heart flesh, mixed with scarlet blood, spurted from two huge wounds, splashing onto the tarpaulin and the weapons nearby, and also splattering all over Meat-Modified Tomie.

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

An angry voice came from the side; it turned out that the three of them and Amamiya Rin were not the only ones in the living room.

Tomie, whose upper body and waist had not yet grown out, was placed at the other end of the sofa, like a human mannequin.

Because of her limited mobility... even if she was limited mobility, it was no use. The blood that splattered from Tomie's body also splashed onto her body, and even mixed into her still healing wounds.

"Baka! You imposter, you actually mixed blood in here! If I can't clean it out, won't this imposter grow out of my body again?"

Half-body Tomie glared fiercely at the suddenly attacking Meat Modified Tomie and Armored Tomie, and shouted angrily.

"So what if it gets longer? It's nothing new."

Gunfire Tomie, whose heart had been pierced by a punch, glanced at the furious Tomie and said nonchalantly.

"If you have to blame someone, blame this muscular woman."

"Shut up! Do you want me to beat you to a pulp?"

Meat-modified Tomie pulled his arm out of Gun-gun Tomie's chest, a fierce grin spreading across his face.

With a sharp weapon in one's heart, the desire to kill arises spontaneously.

Although the meat-modified Tomie doesn't have any special weapons, the principle is the same.

Her muscles weren't for nothing; the sheer power she exuded slightly altered her personality, making her a bit more irritable than the other Tomie characters.

Smelling the strong smell of gunpowder, Amamiya Rin sighed, leaned on her cane, and walked straight through them toward the bathroom.

"I'm going to wash my face."

He left a comment, closed the bathroom door to block out the outside noise, then turned on the tap and splashed cold water on his face.

The cool water stimulated his skin, clearing his drowsy mind considerably.

Yu Gonglin leaned against the edge of the sink, looking at her pale, tired face with dark circles under her eyes in the mirror, and at the wrinkled clothes she was wearing, soaked with sweat and then dried.

My muscles are still aching, with a soreness and burning sensation from overuse.

I can't hold on much longer!

He had originally planned to last two days and two nights, but now it seems... he probably overestimated himself.

Having experienced so much, and with so much accumulated pressure and exhaustion, Amamiya Rin had a premonition that she would fall asleep before nightfall—otherwise, she would simply die suddenly.

(Got it? If you have anything to do, put it aside for now and find a place to sleep.)

With this in mind, Amamiya Rin's thoughts also sent a signal to [Tomie Network].

Shaking the water droplets off her head, Amamiya Rin wiped her face with a towel and walked out of the bathroom.

The arguing in the living room subsided, turning into a silent stare.

Each of the several Tomie's occupied their own territory, ignoring the others.

There's no way for anyone to truly eliminate the other side. Even if you punched Tomie through the chest, the injury wouldn't even make Tomie lose consciousness.

"You should go wash your hands too."

Ignoring the strange atmosphere, Amamiya Rin walked to the sofa, gave an order to the meat-cut Tomie, and sat down in a different spot from where the half-body Tomie was.

He took out his notebook from the inside pocket of his coat and opened it.

On today's itinerary, a few lines were scribbled down:

Alchemy ointment test.

Routine training.

Weapon acceptance.

Black magic ritual.

I consulted Terumi Fujino about the two sisters in the entertainment industry.

Consult the professor about information on masters of hypnosis.

Investigating the Slit-Mouthed Woman.

……

Amamiya Rin's gaze lingered on the two consultations and investigations for a moment, a wry smile appearing on his face.

I'm a bit overwhelmed. There are too many things to do, and I have limited energy today. It seems unlikely that the plan will get to that point.

"Aren't you going to introduce the weapon?"

As she thought about it, Amamiya Rin looked up at the weapon Tomie.

The weapon that I asked Tomie to make yesterday was completed very quickly, and it's already quite advanced today.

It was precisely because the Tomie Network sensed today that the weaponry Tomie had already manufactured several types of firearms that Amamiya Rin included the investigation of the Slit-Mouthed Woman in his itinerary.

The reason he didn't object yesterday after Inudou Ranko warned him, nor did he ask to act together, was because of this.

After all, he couldn't very well use a homemade weapon in front of the police, could he?

Even before that incident where the Assassin's Creed was used to prove his worth, the homemade firearms were already a sensitive issue in this gun-free country.

"Electromagnetic coil drive, although it requires battery power and is a bit troublesome, the coil can generate a strong magnetic field, instantly propelling the steel ball at a speed of 300m/s, which is three times stronger than an air gun. There's also a shotgun, five nitroglycerin mixtures, five hand grenades, and one hexanitrostilbene micro armor-piercing round. Although it's not very stable, you can make do with it."

Tomie, the arms dealer, placed the electromagnetically modified rifle on the coffee table, kicked the weapons laid out on the floor, and introduced them in a casual tone.

"Not very stable..."

Yu Gonglin repeated these four words, carefully picking up the electromagnetic rifle.

It felt heavy in my hand, with rough solder joints and exposed colored wires clearly visible. The coils were not neatly wound, and traces of electrical tape could even be seen at the connection between the barrel and the power supply line.

The reliability and safety of this thing seem just as questionable as its power.

He strongly doubted whether the enemy or himself would be injured first when using that electromagnetically modified rifle.

"If you're scared, you don't have to. Of course, you can also beg me to let you meddle in other people's business together."

Gunfire Tomie looked up at Amamiya Rin and smiled contemptuously.

"Hmph! What use is this junk? Ah Lin, there's no need to use these external tools. Muscles are the most powerful weapon humans have. If you're worried about not being able to beat that slit-mouthed woman, I'll go with you."

Tomie's voice came from the bathroom, filled with arrogance and strong self-confidence.