Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"Clang!"

At the same time, the meticulously crafted mechanical greatsword slipped from her suddenly limp fingers and slammed heavily onto the dojo floor with a dull thud.

The sound reinforced the impression of the severed right arm.

Tomie was startled awake by the sound. Coming to her senses, she subconsciously touched her right arm with her left hand.

I felt it! My right arm is still there!

Even with this thought in mind, she still couldn't sense the existence of her right arm. She gritted her teeth and tried her best to break through the implication that her arm was broken, but the more she concentrated, the stronger the sense of disconnection became.

"As expected, you used an external substance, and its purity is too low."

A swordsman... no, she defeated Tomie, who used technology and ruthless skills, with sheer strength. The level of a swordsman is no longer sufficient to describe her; she can be called a sword master!

Moreover, he is a heroic swordsman!

Swordswoman Tomie's gaze shifted to the large katana lying on the ground.

"I noticed earlier that the greatsword you're using is thicker than a normal greatsword. If I'm not mistaken, it must be due to sound waves, right? If you weren't using an external device, given the abilities you just displayed, it's impossible that you haven't yet escaped the influence of my Heavenly Eye."

The so-called "Heavenly Eye" is the result of Tomie's years of arduous training. Its purpose is to improve the precision of her consciousness slash, entrusting her entire existence to her gaze and projecting it toward her destination. Through the focus and guidance of her gaze, she makes the opponent imagine which part of her body she will slash.

Without the aid of the Heavenly Eye, her Consciousness Slash would be no match for this heretical practitioner.

"whispering sound!"

The evil path of Tomie clicked her tongue in displeasure.

"It's infrasound, plus the assistance of modified swords. The advantage is that it's unavoidable; even mindless beasts will be affected. The disadvantage is that I have to use a hypnosis app; my own hypnosis skills aren't good enough to hypnotize without tools."

However, she didn't hide it, since once the dream ended, Tomie in front of her would be able to find out her methods through the [Tomie Network].

Spiritual cultivation cannot be replicated, but technical skills can be replicated by anyone.

"The Nine Sounds Fixing Sword?"

Swordswoman Tomie tilted her head.

She remembered a martial arts novel she had read in the library of the Dreamland. She wondered who had read it and then materialized it in the Dreamland. The novel mentioned a certain weapon.

The Nine Sounds Sword is four feet two inches long, with a wavy edge and nine holes. When used against an enemy, the sword produces a powerful sound that disturbs the enemy's mind.

It's similar to the mechanical greatsword of the heretical Tomie, but this guy's greatsword is even more exaggerated.

"Even if I lose this time, I'll modify my weapon again and I'll definitely beat you next time."

The heretical Tomie picked up the mechanical greatsword with her still-movable left arm, uttered a few words, and left in a disheveled state.

Meanwhile, in the real world outside the dream world.

The night was deep and the apartment building was silent.

A figure appeared silently on the balcony of Tomie's residence. She was of medium height, dressed in black clothes that allowed for easy movement. She was slender but had strong muscles in her limbs. Beneath her neat black short hair was a flat face with little expression. If anyone who had attended a party were here, they would definitely recognize her as the waitress from Takashi City.

In this dark universe, evil deeds are never delayed, revenge is never postponed, and arrests are never delayed.

The maid was acting on Takashi's orders to capture Amamiya Rin and use her as his bed partner.

Entering the room and sneaking into the bedroom, I saw three figures lying on the same bed, breathing evenly, fast asleep.

The waitress raised an eyebrow, lifted the blanket, glanced at it, and her eyes revealed a look of surprise.

It's so clean!

The bed was spotless, and the clothes of Amamiya Rin and the two Kawakami Tomie were impeccably clean... Wait a minute!

"two?"

A look of surprise appeared on the waitress's face.

It was already surprising enough that Amamiya Rin and Kawakami Tomie shared a bed but didn't have sex, but the fact that Kawakami Tomie, who was completely incompatible with her, was actually in the same bed shocked her even more.

Are there errors in the organization's records?

She was filled with doubt and surprise.

"Could it be... Tomie's change...?"

The waitress remembered something Takashi had once mentioned to her: Kawakami Tomie was undergoing some kind of change and had apparently taken away a black magic book that contained information on becoming a vampire.

However, we don't need to worry about those things for now.

She only needs to carry out the orders given to her by the mayor; there is no need to cause any unnecessary trouble.

He took out a pre-prepared syringe from his pocket, inserted the needle into the jugular vein, and pushed the plunger.

Amamiya Rin frowned slightly in her sleep, but the muscle relaxant quickly took effect, and the slight reaction subsided.

The maid put away the syringe and covered Amamiya Rin's mouth and nose with a towel soaked in a special medicine for a few seconds to ensure that he would not be able to shout or resist even if he woke up in the middle of the process.

Then, he wrapped Amamiya Rin's body in a thin blanket and easily hoisted her onto his shoulder.

The evacuation was equally quiet and efficient. She returned to the balcony via the same route and nimbly slid down the pre-installed rappelling rope along the exterior wall.

In the shadows downstairs, a black sedan waited quietly.

The car door opened and closed again. The maid threw Yu Gonglin, who was wrapped in a blanket, into the back seat and got in herself.

"Walk."

She gave the instructions to the driver in the driver's seat.

The driver glanced in the rearview mirror, immediately started the car, and smoothly drove into the night streets.

Amidst the turbulence, Yu Gonglin's consciousness broke free from a chaotic void.

The first thing to recover was hearing: the deep hum of the engine and the sound of tires rolling over the road.

Then there's the sense of touch: the feeling of being bound by fabric, the sensation of a car seat beneath me, and an omnipresent weakness, as if every muscle has stopped obeying my commands.

He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt incredibly heavy, as if he had been awake for three days and three nights. However, his thoughts were slowly returning.

Fifty years.

Fifty years of memories in a dream world overlap with several hours of fragmented sensory experiences in reality.

Fortunately, this practice allowed his mind to grow to a higher level, and his awakened self-nature sorted out his memories, enabling Amamiya Rin to quickly understand the current situation.

He seems to have been... kidnapped?

Moreover, only about an hour had passed since he fell asleep.

Until this problem is resolved, the issue of long dreams is that no matter how long you spend in a dream, it only corresponds to one second in the real world, and interrupting sleep cannot interrupt the dream.

Of course, that's no longer a problem for him.

Amamiya Rin pondered calmly, while slowly adjusting her breathing, trying to regain some strength.

However, for some reason, I felt unusually weak, and the breathing exercises were not very effective.

Were they injected with any kind of drug?

Amamiya Rin calmly guessed.

However, it's not a big problem.

Those who kidnapped him were unlucky to have chosen today.