Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

On the rich river on the Sichuan River, the evil barrier is getting deeper and deeper.

When the two aspects of movement and stillness are clearly understood, they do not arise?

Tomie Kawakami didn't care about any disturbances or upheavals; her stillness was the moment when Rin Amamiya completely belonged to her. For this, she could endure any turmoil.

Have you heard everything you've heard?

Her sense of smell and what she hears have long been distorted into a jumbled mess.

She heard her own desires, and she saw her own desires. In this chaotic state of subject and object annihilation, she experienced a kind of unrestrained pleasure.

……

The demonic realm deepened and became more and more real.

Tomie Kawakami traversed each stage of her spiritual practice, cultivating each realm in completely opposite ways, thus inducing demonic obstacles that she ultimately succumbed to with immense obsession.

This process may only take a few minutes to outsiders.

For Tomie Kawakami, however, she had plunged herself into a vortex of negative emotions and twisted obsessions, and she had willingly jumped into a demon she should have avoided.

She uses her obsession with Amamiya Rin as her sole will, as the core that unifies all chaos, negativity, and destruction.

All the jealousy, possessiveness, self-destructive tendencies, and desire to manipulate people... were swallowed up by her demonic heart filled with desire, becoming the fuel for her obsession.

Tomie, who was standing next to her, was yawning and was planning to take this opportunity to kick the imposter out of her room so she could catch up on some sleep after Amamiya Rin returned.

Having finally found a clue about the sleep demon, and no longer needing to worry about the long dreams, she absolutely refused to stay up late.

However, just as she was about to speak, she felt a strong sense of unease.

He squinted and subconsciously looked at the imposter.

The fake is still the same fake; nothing seems to have changed, but...

Her eyes changed.

Still beautiful, even more breathtakingly alluring.

But deep within his eyes, an invisible vortex seemed to swirl, settling with countless madness, obsessions, and demonic intertwined eerie lights.

An indescribable aura emanated from her, unlike the sharpness of a swordsman or the composure of Amamiya Rin, but rather a strange aura filled with temptation and terror, as if shrouded in a layer of illusory yet alluring halo.

Just one glance is enough to make one feel inexplicably uneasy, as if countless whispers are ringing in one's ears, yet one cannot hear them clearly.

"you……"

Tomie instinctively stepped back.

Tomie Kawakami chuckled softly and glanced at her.

Just one glance.

Tomie's face turned pale, and she couldn't help but furrow her brows.

A voice exploded directly in her mind—no! Not a voice! But an emotion! An intense and chaotic emotion! Mixed with countless fragmented images.

Jealousy, ecstasy, obsession, tyranny... all these are about Amamiya Rin, so intense they're dizzying.

"ah--!"

Tomie staggered a step, only managing to steady herself by holding onto the headboard. Her gaze towards Kawakami Tomie was filled with surprise and jealousy.

"You! You succeeded too?"

Her words were full of resentment.

Besides those two Tomie, there's another Tomie who has mastered hypnosis. And it's not her, it's that despicable imposter who took A-Lin to a party right in front of her and even danced with A-Lin at the party!

In an instant, intense resentment and jealousy overwhelmed all his emotions.

Don't make a fuss.

Tomie Kawakami spoke calmly, looking down at her palm and slowly clenching it.

"Fifty Yin Demons..."

Yu Gonglin's cultivation of perfect understanding through hearing requires enduring fifty trials of demonic influences without clinging or attachment before he can achieve perfect understanding.

In just a few minutes, she used her obsession with him as a guide to actively explore, absorb, and transform into her own power the various demonic realms governed by the fivety skandhas—form, feeling, perception, and mental formations.

It's not about breaking the demon, it's about transforming the demon.

It's not about achieving perfect understanding, it's about achieving Mara (the devil).

Her hypnosis was successful. It shared the same origin as Amamiya Rin's Sanskrit chants, which aimed for harmony and awakening one's true nature, yet they were diametrically opposed.

Her hypnosis directly induces the most corresponding inner demons in others: fear, greed, obsession, madness... causing them to sink into the sea of ​​desire and fall into a state of delusion forever.

Thus, he can be called Mara!

(I'll test the knife.)

On the other side, the swordsman Tomie was carefully savoring Amamiya Rin's insights into cultivation.

Although they are not the same direction of spiritual practice, they are both ultimately about cultivating the mind.

Mindset, will, insights... though different, they can be learned from.

Amamiya Rin's training and achievements, as well as his successful experience and methods of hypnosis, could indeed inspire her.

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

To advance her consciousness-slaying further, she needs to kill—to kill real living people and cultivate a killing intent that corresponds to both the demonic and Buddhist hearts.

A sword is a weapon, and swordsmanship is the art of killing. No amount of beautiful words can conceal this fact; this is reality.

Swordsman Tomie narrowed his eyes, carefully observing Amamiya Rin's location and movements.

A general sense of direction and distance emerged in my mind; we were still moving away from the city center and towards the quieter edge of Setagaya Ward.

She quickly put on a T-shirt and trousers, grabbed her sharpened wooden knife, and left her apartment.

The car stopped.

The back door was opened, and the maid picked up Amamiya Rin again.

He caught a glimpse of something through the gaps in the blanket.

A tranquil courtyard, traditional Japanese walls, and a modern yet austere side gate to a mansion. This isn't a villa for parties, but a private residence, even more valuable than a typical villa.

Amamiya Rin was led into the house, through a quiet carpeted corridor, and into a room.

The air was filled with a rich, cloyingly sweet fragrance. The maid placed him on an unusually large and soft bed, the fabric beneath him cool and silky.

The blanket was lifted.

The light was not harsh; it was a carefully adjusted warm yellow bedside lamp.

Amamiya Rin lay there with his eyes slightly open, his vision a little blurry, but enough to see the woman standing by the bed.

It's a high-rise! Or rather, a high-rise disguised as Miyuki Kawahara!

Gao Shi had changed out of her evening gown and was wearing a dark green silk robe with the belt loosely tied around her waist.

She held a glass of amber-colored wine in her hand, looking down at him with an undisguised possessiveness and a kind of burning excitement, as if she were appraising a newly acquired precious collectible.

"Are you awake?"

Gao Shi took a sip of his drink, his voice exceptionally clear in the quiet bedroom, carrying a leisurely and pleasant tone.

"I've calculated the dosage; it's time for him to regain some consciousness. That's better; it would be too boring if he had no reaction at all."

She took two steps closer, placed the wine glass on the bedside table, and then sat down on the edge of the bed.

Cool fingers caressed Amamiya Rin's cheek, sliding down her face to her neck, the movement deliberately slowed, as if she were enjoying the sensation of the touch.

"It's truly a face that you can't forget once you see it."

Takashi murmured, his fingertips lingering on Amamiya Rin's Adam's apple, his eyes revealing a fascination that was also filled with a sinister malice.

"His cold demeanor at the party makes people even more curious to see what he looks like when that face breaks down."