Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

When Amamiya Rin opened his eyes, the first thing he felt was the heaviness of the real world.

Compared to the body that had been tempered and refined in the dream, this body now appeared incredibly stiff, every muscle feeling as if it were filled with lead.

Then, what I felt was the sunlight squeezing in through the gaps in the curtains.

The weather seemed nice; the morning sun was dazzling, shining on Yu Gonglin's face, causing him to subconsciously close his eyes.

Open your mind, don't think about anything, and slowly process the memories of the dream.

He lay flat on his back with his limbs outstretched in a starfish shape... but it was unsuccessful.

The person sleeping next to him blocked his view.

Amamiya Rin turned his head and saw a flawless profile pressed against his shoulder, with long, black hair spread out on his pillow, a few strands of hair slipping into the collar of his pajamas.

The other side was even more imposing, with a strong and well-proportioned arm draped across his chest. The owner of the arm lay on his side facing him, his bare shoulder and back gleaming with a healthy glow in the sunlight.

Amamiya Rin felt something pressing down on her legs.

He raised his head slightly and looked over his arm across his chest.

At the foot of the bed, the third person, Tomie, was curled up, her head resting squarely on his calf.

She slept relatively quietly, but she had rolled up most of the blanket, wrapping herself up like a silkworm cocoon, with only half of her face showing. Her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she was dissatisfied with her sleeping environment.

With too many people and a small bed, Yu Gonglin had no choice but to give up any big movements and lay motionless on the bed, continuing to sort through the memories in her brain.

Gradually, [Fujiang Network] became lively.

One after another, a group of Tomie woke up, and nearly a hundred thoughts traveled along their nerve lines, exchanging their experiences and gains in the dream world.

(Has it been tested? What is the true ratio of the alchemy formula?)

Amamiya Rin's thoughts also echoed in [Tomie Network].

(Hmph, the true proportions have been tested, and it is indeed part of the Paracelsus system, but... it's just garbage.)

The alchemist Tomie's voice carried a hint of disdain, as if she looked down on the effects of that alchemy ointment.

(What does that mean?)

Amamiya Rin was confused.

No matter what, Bean Dad is a top-tier alchemist. It's hard to avoid his name in any anime that involves alchemy. So why is the alchemist Tomie so dismissive?

(Because it's useless to us. Paracelsus's goal is the Philosopher's Stone of Immortality, which we have already obtained.)

(As for his apprentice's notes, the alchemical recipes recorded there aimed to mix humus with hematite, cultivate specific molds to decompose iron ions, and create a skin-nourishing mud. When applied to burn wounds, the mold's metabolic products could promote the growth of granulation tissue.)

(Simply put, it's about using microorganisms to repair tissue; or even more simply, it's about allowing damaged muscles to grow a new layer of skin.)

Alchemist Tomie spent a full thirty years experimenting in various ways, and even developed a variety of useless byproducts and failures.

The most effective, seemingly most in line with Paracelsus's original intentions, and mentioned in other Paracelsus legends, is this Skin Nourishing Mud formula.

(Tsk! There's no need to waste time on such fools who dream of immortality. No matter what kind of immortality it is, it's nothing more than enhancing vitality and regeneration. Such things are just junk to us.)

The alchemist Tomie was quite disgusted.

(It's already very impressive, but we just don't need it.)

Of course, only Tomie and her friends were disgusted, but Amamiya Rin's eyes lit up.

This skin-nourishing mud formula is far superior to current skin repair technologies. More than twenty years later, it seems that more advanced synthetic technologies have emerged, but in this era, we can only use traditional skin grafting techniques.

This technology is extremely valuable!

Not only is it extremely valuable, but it can also help Kawabe Maya solve her problem, allowing her to grow a new layer of skin.

And, what else could it be...?

Amamiya Rin pulled his arm out from under Tomie's body, rubbed his temples, then sat up straight against the wall and took his notebook from the bedside table.

It's been too long, and I need to refer to my notes for some important inspirations.

The noise woke up the people nearby.

The vampire Tomie let out a lazy groan, stretched her body like a cat, and naturally wrapped her arms around Amamiya Rin's waist.

She opened her eyes, her pale golden pupils taking on an almost supernatural, eerie quality in the morning light, yet her smile was excessively sweet: "Good morning, Ah Lin~ Did you sleep well?"

Before Amamiya Rin could answer, Meat-modified Tomie also woke up.

She moved the arm that was across Yu Gonglin's chest, nimbly turned over and sat up, exposing her full curves to the sunlight.

Rougai Fujiang stretched, picked up the alarm clock on the bedside table, and glanced at the time—9:25.

"You slept for so long! Morning training has already started."

Her brows furrowed immediately.

"Never mind, let's wait for the afternoon round."

However, she didn't dwell on it; her brows quickly relaxed, and she turned and got out of bed.

"Let's eat first, then a 10-kilometer run, 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, and 100 squats to warm up. Let's do it together!"

"Meat-clad Tomie said to Amamiya Rin in a matter-of-fact tone, while reaching out to grab Amamiya Rin's arm, intending to pull him to exercise together."

"Wait a minute!"

Amamiya Rin quickly dodged backward, avoiding the strong arm.

"You're planning to make a patient run 10 kilometers?"

Although after undergoing two stress training sessions, Amamiya Rin's physical condition has recovered to about 70-80%, and she can move around normally even without crutches, her physical fitness is no less than that of an amateur fitness enthusiast.

But a 10-kilometer run? 100 push-ups? 100 sit-ups? 100 squats? Can he handle this Saitama-style training method?

"Integrity! It can overcome anything with integrity!"

Meat-modified Tomie failed to catch Amamiya Rin, and stood with his hands on his hips, full of self-righteousness.

"...I am not a Primal Stone Lv5 from Academy City."

After a moment of silence, Amamiya Rin sighed and said...

"Hmph, so they've already built their muscles into their brains?"

Tomie, who was lying at the foot of the bed, also sat up. Her voice was as sarcastic as ever. The cocoon-like blanket slipped off, revealing a simple slip dress underneath.

She reached out and tidied her long hair, which was a little messy from sleeping. Her eyes swept over the muscular body of the body-bound Tomie, and her eyes were filled with disdain.

She not only disliked Tomie's muscular physique, but also her recent violent thoughts.

With so many imposters around these days, none of them have the same brain circuitry as this guy, which is almost like a muscle. He's clearly the least like Tomie among these imposters.

Meat-modified Tomie turned around, crossed her arms over her chest, and her full pectoral muscles bulged slightly with the movement.

"Want to get beaten up again?"

She raised an eyebrow at Gunfire Tomie, her muscles radiating a powerful sense of pressure.

Without flinching, Tomie met her gaze head-on: "Is your thought process completely filled with muscle fibers? You only know how to solve problems with brute force, you think of crushing trouble with your muscles when you encounter problems, and you think of suppressing differing opinions with violence. What's the difference between you and those beasts whose brains are filled with only primal impulses and who flaunt their size?"

"Fool! Violence is the fastest way to solve any problem."

Meat-modified Tomie reached out and grabbed Gun-gun-modified Tomie by the neck, lifting her up. Her eyes revealed the same contempt as Gun-gun-modified Tomie's.

"Yes, for any problem, powerful violence can bypass the convoluted thinking in your heads and solve the problem directly and to the core."

Her voice became low, and her expression was calm, seemingly unperturbed by the anger of Tomie Gun, but rather possessing her own complete logic.

The vampire Tomie leaned against the headboard watching the commotion, while Amamiya Rin didn't join in.

Anyway, Tomie is immortal, so even if a fight breaks out, no one will die.

For them, even if the fighting is bloody and brutal, it's just a form of entertainment.

Amamiya Rin opened her notebook and glanced at today's schedule.

First, increase physical strength through stress training.

Second, ask Professor Matsuura for help inquiring about the legendary hypnotist.

Third, ask Fujino Terumi to keep an eye on the Living Spirit Duo.

Fourth, ask Yuka Mamiya if she knows anything about the Slit-Mouthed Woman.

……

There are quite a few things to do, and now we have to add another one: help Kawabe Maya prepare a skin-nourishing mud, and see if the formula she developed in the dream can work wonders.

Amamiya Rin scratched his head and flipped through a few more pages of his notebook.

"Found it! This is it!"

The inspiration I wrote down back then might be an effective way to deal with the human head balloon.

Well! That's what I say, but whether it will work is still uncertain. We can only put it into practice after we actually encounter a human head balloon.

Putting down her laptop, Amamiya Rin picked up her phone from the bedside table, skipped over a few unimportant notifications on the screen, and went straight to Professor Matsuura's number, dialing it.

His hypnosis skills had long since reached a bottleneck, and he had long wanted to find that legendary hypnotist to learn how to advance further, but he had been delayed by too many things in the past.

Amamiya Rin has made up her mind. She can't delay any longer. There are more and more things to do, and if she doesn't start studying soon, she'll have fewer and fewer opportunities to learn.

The phone rang a few times before being answered. The background noise was somewhat loud, seemingly coming from a school or police station.

"Feed? Amamiya-kun?"

Professor Matsuura's voice was as gentle as ever, even tinged with surprise.

"It's been a long time since we last contacted each other. How are you doing?"

"I'm fine, please forgive me, because of all sorts of things that have happened, I haven't had a chance to greet you."

Amamiya Rin felt somewhat ashamed. Since their last meeting, he and Professor Matsuura had indeed lost contact for quite some time. He had only called Professor Matsuura this time to find out about the hypnotist mentioned in "The Giver".

"Oh, don't worry about it. I've heard about it too. You've been involved in some dangerous things lately. I also want to thank you on behalf of the victims for helping to catch the real killer in the serial murder case. Is there something you need when you call me now?"

Professor Matsuura had also heard from Junya Kazemi that Rin Amamiya was involved in both the dissolution incident and the vampire incident.

Adding to the phenomenon of long dreams, it's honestly a miracle that Amamiya Rin has survived this long.

"It's about hypnosis; I'd like to ask you for advice."

"Oh? Have you hit a bottleneck?"

Professor Matsuura's voice was encouraging.

He was one of the few people who knew about long dreams. As the duration of the dream lengthened, it was likely that Amamiya Rin's hypnotic skills had already surpassed his.

"We have encountered some hurdles."

Amamiya Rin carefully considered her words.

"My hypnosis skills have probably reached their normal limit, but I've recently had a vague feeling that the depth of hypnosis goes far beyond that. I've heard that there's a true master in Japan, perhaps the strongest hypnotist. I'd like to know if there's any way to contact this senior, or to get some guidance."

"You've heard about it too?"

Professor Matsuura was surprised, but his tone became more serious.

"The most powerful hypnotist..."

Professor Matsuura slowly repeated the word, speaking in a deep voice.

"Amamiya-kun, there are many excellent experts in the field of hypnotherapy, each with their own strengths. But if you're asking about the strongest hypnotist, it's probably only that one person."

"That legend that's talked about privately by people in the industry, but almost never officially acknowledged by any academic body, yet those who truly understand it can't help but admire it..."

He paused for a moment, as if recalling something, or perhaps sighing.

"Yes. If we limit ourselves to the title of strongest, disregarding those empty names and titles, and only considering the exploration and control of hypnosis, I'm afraid only that person stands out."

"Could you tell me more about that person?"

Amamiya Rin immediately pressed for more information.

"He was a true genius, or rather... a monster. The depth and duration of his hypnotic effects surpassed any known hypnotist. His methods were unbelievable, completely breaking the traditional steps and theoretical framework of hypnosis. Lin Jun, can you imagine? All it takes is a beam of light, a spark, a flashlight, anything, just a single ray of light to attract the target's attention, and then, by speaking, the target can quickly enter a hypnotic state."

The gentleness in Professor Matsuura's voice was replaced by a profound sigh, even mixed with an indescribable sense of awe.

"You know, hypnotic induction has its classic paradigm—environment, trust building, focus… step by step, to relax the target's mind and body. But he skipped all those steps… His voice seemed to have magic; he didn't need a specific environment or props, just something to attract the target's attention… He didn't even need that. If the other person wasn't focused, he could implant a suggestion with just a few casual words as he passed by!"

Professor Matsuura became more and more excited as he spoke. In his view, it was not hypnosis at all, but magic.

Amamiya Rin also recalled some fragments.

In the story "The Giver," the hypnotist did indeed use only a candle to implant a suggestion in a sleeping man that would continue into his life.