Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"Um...? I'm sorry! Amamiya-san! Are you alright?"

Feeling that the "ground" beneath her felt wrong, Shizuka Marikawa frantically tried to prop herself up, but in her panic she slipped again and fell heavily back down.

It was another heavy squeeze.

Amamiya Rin felt like she was about to suffocate.

"Ms. Shizuka, please get up."

Saeko Busujima had somehow appeared beside them.

She bent down slightly to help the still somewhat dizzy school doctor to stand up, and then reached out to pull Yu Gonglin up from the ground.

"Cough, cough... I'm saved..."

Amamiya Rin was panting heavily, her face still bearing the marks of being sullen from being sullen.

"I'm sorry, Amamiya-san."

Shizuka Marikawa finally stood firm, but she still looked confused and didn't understand what was going on. She put her hands together in prayer for Rin Amamiya.

"I should be saying thank you for the treat."

Amamiya Rin rubbed his face, his gaze sweeping over Shizuka Marikawa's chest.

Shizuka Marikawa tilted her head in confusion, her finger touching her pink cherry lips.

"Now is not the time to talk about this; we should leave."

Saeko Busujima interrupted their conversation, glancing outside the convenience store. The explosion had temporarily cleared out the surrounding zombies, but more were gathering around.

"Teacher, can you drive?"

Amamiya Rin hurriedly asked Shizuka Marikawa.

"Hmm? Yes, I will!"

Shizuka Marikawa nodded, her expression finally becoming a little serious.

"My car was parked across the street. I came out to buy something, but those strange people stopped me from leaving. Everyone's acting really weird."

Shizuka Marikawa looked troubled; this airhead didn't seem to be in the zone yet.

"Having a car makes things much more convenient!"

Amamiya Rin and Busujima Saeko exchanged a glance, quickly gathered a large amount of food, and pulled the dawdling Marikawa Shizuka out of the convenience store.

Shizuka Marikawa seemed a bit dazed, but her driving skills were surprisingly reliable. The car skillfully navigated the chaotic streets, dodging abandoned vehicles on the road, and drove into an apartment building in just over ten minutes.

Everyone carried their bags up to the fifth floor of the apartment building. Shizuka Marikawa took out her key, opened the door, and called out in a strong voice.

"I'm back!"

There was no response from inside except for the echo. Shizuka Marikawa walked into the entrance hall first, turned around, and greeted the two people outside the door.

"Bukushima-san, Amamiya-san, welcome to my home."

Shizuka Marikawa's tone still carried a hint of naivety and ease, and Rin Amamiya and Saeko Busujima were already used to her mannerisms. As they carried various supplies into the house, they found that Shizuka Marikawa's home was full of life.

A person with low emotional intelligence is described as being too messy. Various items are placed haphazardly, with several brightly colored underwear draped over the sofa, and snack bags and empty beer cans scattered on the coffee table and floor.

Shizuka Marikawa put down her medical kit, kicked off her shoes, and stepped barefoot onto the floor. She patted her stained doctor's coat and turned to Saeko Busujima, asking, "You're so dirty... Busujima-kun, want to shower together? My bathroom is quite big."

Saeko Busujima sniffed the blood and grime covering her body, smiled and nodded.

Amamiya Rin then collapsed headfirst into the sofa.

He is too tired.

(That damn long dream!)

Amamiya Rin complained inwardly, her gaze blank as she stared at the ceiling, motionless.

(Moving freely in the dream world is too taxing; let's conserve our energy.)

Amamiya Rin sighed, even her thinking gradually becoming lazy.

After an unknown amount of time, Amamiya Rin was awakened by the sound of a spatula clattering and the faint sounds of conversation.

He blinked his dry eyes and slowly sat up.

"...He actually fell asleep in his dream again?"

Yu Gonglin muttered to himself, rubbed his temples, and looked around.

The warm kitchen lights illuminated two busy figures, but the sight made him freeze in place.

Saeko Busujima stood in front of the stove, intently flipping the fish pieces in the frying pan.

Her long, flowing purple hair was pulled back, revealing the graceful lines of her nape and her smooth back. A light-colored apron was tied in front of her, but the apron's ties were loosely draped behind her waist, leaving her snow-white skin completely exposed to Amamiya Rin's gaze.

There was nothing under the apron.

Beside her, Shizuka Marikawa was humming an off-key song while busy stirring the soup pot.

She was only wrapped in a bath towel, the white towel barely covering her impressive bust, and the hem just barely covering the curve of her hips. Large expanses of snow-white skin and slender legs were dazzling.

The towel was tied at her side, looking like it might come undone at any moment, but she didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with it.

"Oh my, Lin-kun, you're awake?"

Saeko Busujima was the first to notice Rin Amamiya's awakening. She turned to him and gave him a slight smile.

"Amamiya-san, are you hungry? Just a little while longer, you'll be able to eat soon."

Shizuka Marikawa also turned her head, her smile bright and natural.

Why aren't you wearing clothes?

Amamiya Rin felt that her brain was processing information too slowly.

(Am I subconsciously too sexually repressed?)

(Pah! What do you mean by sexual repression? I'm not a eunuch, this is a normal physiological need!)

Amamiya Rin punched away another pretentious thought, and looked at Busujima Saeko and Marikawa Shizuka with righteous indignation.

Saeko Busujima followed his gaze and looked down at herself, a blush rising on her face.

"The laundromat has been closed for the past few days, so we haven't been able to wash the clothes that Ms. Juchuan has changed out of. We'll just have to make do with these for now."

"Hehe! Anyway, we're at home, so it's fine!"

Shizuka Marikawa gently touched her head with her fist, stuck out her tongue, and didn't even notice the towel slipping down with her movements.

"Please be sure to do this in the future to enhance my initiative."

Amamiya Rin clasped his hands together and said sincerely.

In the days that followed in the dream world, Amamiya Rin relied on the rewards he received from Busujima Saeko and Marikawa Shizuka to overcome the fatigue imposed by the dream world and turn his desires into motivation.

Saeko Busujima instructed him in kendo every day, repeatedly refining each move from basic structure to sharp strikes.

Although Amamiya Rin's body felt heavy, his mind became more focused, and his movements gradually became more agile. Just like a swordsman practicing swordsmanship under a waterfall, the difficulty increased, but the results were also significant.

Using the zombies' bodies as targets, Amamiya Rin honed his competitive swordsmanship into the shape of a killing sword, instinctively aiming each strike at the target's vitals.

Shizuka Marikawa massages Rin Amamiya every day. Her technique is surprisingly skilled, even better than Rin Amamiya remembered. Perhaps one of the other five girls connected by Kara had studied massage.

During his period of clarity, Amamiya Rin continued to study the formulation of chemical weapons, such as thermite bombs, sugar incendiary bombs, and ammonium nitrate diesel explosives. Using the high school knowledge he had reviewed in the past thirty days, Amamiya Rin became the most dangerous terrorist in the city.

The nightmare that had lasted for a hundred days quietly faded away amidst the sound of swords slicing through the air, the moans of his female companion, and the roar of explosions.