Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"This face belongs to Miyuki Kawahara. Speak to me with your own face."

Looking at Kaohsiung City so close at hand, the greed and desire surging in those eyes, almost tangible, were so intense they were suffocating.

However, when faced with all of this, Yu Gonglin's heart remained completely undisturbed, devoid of sorrow or joy, anger or hatred, only a clear and tranquil mind after a thorough understanding.

He didn't even raise his voice, but spoke the simple request in a tone as casual as if he were talking about the weather.

These words, when they reached Kao Shi's ears, had a strange effect.

It didn't feel like an external command, but rather like a dormant thought in her own heart. Without any thought or buffer, her body had already carried it out.

She raised her hand, her fingers unconsciously touching the belt at the waist of her silk nightgown.

Tick ​​lightly.

The slippery fabric, like water that has lost its support, quietly slumped onto the luxurious carpet, while the light poured unhindered onto her exposed body.

At first glance, her body was indeed well-maintained, with skin that shone with a delicate and soft luster, full and undulating curves, and exuding a kind of near-perfect youthful vitality.

She seemed quite satisfied with the visual effect of the body, a slight smile curving her lips. She raised her hand and stroked her flat, firm abdomen, her fingertips probing into her navel, pulling out a tiny, almost imperceptible metal ring.

Her fingernails gripped the slightly raised edge under the pull ring, and she pulled it down.

"laugh--"

That layer of skin, which looked tight and youthful, parted neatly to both sides along the path she had stretched, the edges of the tear smooth, revealing a completely different texture underneath, like pulling open an overly tight human bodysuit.

After she took off the bodysuit, several rubber pads fell to the ground, and her real body was naturally exposed to the air.

She was a woman who was nearly sixty years old.

His skin was loose, his eye bags were puffy, his cheekbones were prominent, making his face look stiff, his features were coarse, and the nasolabial folds on both sides of his nose extended from the wings of his nose to the corners of his mouth, pulling the flesh of his cheeks to the sides, making his already not-so-soft face look like a tyrannical man, which easily reminded people of the Cart Titan in Attack on Titan.

If the man lying in bed wasn't Amamiya Rin, but someone else, watching helplessly as the person who intended to have sex with him transforms from a beautiful, nationally popular female idol into a miniature brute, he would probably immediately become impotent and suffer months of psychological trauma.

"Hehehe! I think you'll like this face more. If you don't, that's fine too. I'll spend a month on this bed making you remember my body with your own."

She showed her true appearance to Amamiya Rin without any hesitation.

His crooked lips parted to reveal uneven teeth, and his murky eyes gleamed with undisguised malice and unfathomable desire.

The aged face was contorted with excitement and greed, and in the bright light, it truly resembled a demon crawling out of a painting of hell.

She walked towards Amamiya Rin and reached for the first button on her chest.

"Don't move."

Amamiya Rin said calmly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Gao Shi's hand froze in mid-air.

She wasn't bound by any external force, nor was she held back by any invisible power; she simply stopped.

It's like you suddenly don't want to move anymore, or you're doing an action and the thought of stopping for a moment naturally pops into your mind, and then your body obediently follows suit.

She remained bent over, her fingers still loosely fastening the buttons, her whole body frozen in place, only her eyes slightly moving, revealing a look of confusion, as if she was wondering why she had suddenly stopped, and what else she had to do.

"Are all the people at this party like you, aging privileged elites?"

Amamiya Rin sighed softly, as if in casual conversation, and asked Takashi.

Gao Shi's hand froze, his eyes glazed over for a moment, as if he had suddenly lost focus.

"Yeah, what else?"

She pursed her lips, making her face appear even uglier.

"Most of them are about my age, some are even over a hundred. They look glamorous, but they're rotten inside."

"So, you've stripped young people of their looks?"

Amamiya Rin asked.

"Of course, the vibrant bodies of young people are really an eyesore, but it doesn't matter. As long as we can transfer their vitality to ourselves, I still like them quite a bit."

Takashi stared at Amamiya Rin with his murky eyes and uttered extremely vicious words in a very natural tone.

"We are the masters of this country. Money, power, and rules are defined by us and belong to us. We control everything and enjoy everything. This is only right and proper. Those young children are nothing more than walking property, born to support us, offering their beautiful skin as our outer garment. This is their honor and their duty."

"Is that what you think?"

Amamiya Rin slapped away the hand in front of her, sat up straight, and the effects of the muscle relaxant had gradually worn off over time with the help of her breathing techniques.

"How ugly!"

He spoke calmly, his voice as steady as if he were discussing the weather.

"However, not in appearance."

"ugly……?"

Takashi tilted her head, her cloudy eyes reflecting Amamiya Rin's face. She seemed to be trying to understand the sentence, but her thoughts were like being stuck in a quagmire, and she could only instinctively murmur along.

"Yes, the human body is nothing more than the combination of the four elements and the accumulation of the five aggregates. The beauty or ugliness of the physical body is just a mirage, something that is fleeting."

Amamiya Rin's gaze swept over Gao Shi's loose skin without the slightest ripple.

"Earth, water, fire, and wind—when conditions come together, the body is born; when conditions disperse, the body perishes. What is this physical body? True ugliness is never on the skin, but in the heart, which is riddled with holes by the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance."

Amamiya Rin spoke calmly, her voice flat, yet carrying a chilling coldness that pierced the heart.

"Buddhism says that all sentient beings have Buddha-nature. Evil is merely the dust covering the heart. But the dust can be brushed away. If the heart is completely rotten and turned into mud, even the Buddha cannot save it. You plunder the skins of young people, treat the lives of others as straw dogs, engrave greed into your marrow, and take tyranny as a matter of course. How can you still be human? You are nothing but demons wearing human skin, dwelling on the rotten flesh of power."

As if stating a perfectly obvious fact, Amamiya Rin said.

"At the beginning of life, people are inherently good. Even if they accidentally go astray, they can be brought back. This universe is like that. Although it is shrouded in darkness, the light that fights against the darkness is working hard to protect the people who still have light in their hearts. I have also received a lot of help from such people and am willing to contribute my own strength to make the universe a better place."

Therefore, I don't kill, but demons should have their demonic end.

Yu Gonglin's gaze fell on Gao Shi's distorted face, clear as a mirror, reflecting all her ugliness and madness at this moment, yet without a trace of emotion.

He did not form hand seals, chant incantations, or deliberately gather any power.

Simply immerse your mind in the depths of your heart, allowing your enlightened nature to shine naturally like the moon reflected on water.

When all artificial activity ceases, only the pure, primordial light shines forth.

"Go to hell."

When he spoke, his voice was no longer just ordinary sound wave vibrations.

Rather, it was a manifestation, a natural expression of the light of one's true nature shining into the depths of the city's consciousness through the aperture of sound. Like a seed entering the soil, taking root and sprouting, it was as if this was her own ultimate thought, long dormant, naturally emerging at this moment of settling dust.

Gao Shi's cloudy eyes suddenly widened.

In her line of sight, a light appeared from where Yu Gonglin was.

It was not any visible light in the world; it was not dazzling, not scorching, and not even colorless. It was a sense of pure, ultimate clarity, a perception that saw through all illusion.

It spread silently, and wherever it passed, the luxurious facade of the bedroom vanished without a trace, like morning dew exposed to the midday sun.

Instead, something beautiful was taken over.

What surged upwards was a thick, dark red karmic mist, accompanied by scalding sulfur and endless, mournful howls, which ruthlessly filled all her senses.

"here it is……"

The city was filled with confusion and anger; the sudden change in environment left her feeling lost and disoriented.

"The first level is the Hell of Tongue-Pulling."

As Yu Gonglin's voice rang in his ears, countless fragments of memories flashed through Gao Shi's mind—her past acts of sowing discord, slandering and harming others, being glib, using clever words to argue, and lying and deceiving.

Her tongue stuck out uncontrollably, growing longer and longer, making strange "hoarse" sounds from her throat.

The next second, an unimaginable pain exploded from the back of my tongue!

"Ughh ...

Two grotesque ghost guards clamped her tongue tightly with red-hot iron pincers, slowly pulling it out bit by bit. The pain of tearing flesh felt incredibly real; blood seemed to fill her mouth and trachea, and the suffocation and excruciating pain caused her body to convulse.

"The second level, the Scissors Hell."

The scenery in front of her in the city remained unchanged, but the pain in her tongue persisted. The unimaginable agony made her mind unusually clear.

It seems she did not commit any corresponding evil deeds.

"Is this... hell?!"

Having experienced the excruciating pain of having his tongue pulled out, Takashi finally came to his senses.

This real pain cannot be an illusion!

In other words, she really fell into hell?

How could this be?! She doesn't remember dying!

In addition to shock and anger, fear and panic began to spread in Takashi's heart.

"No! I'm not dead! I don't want to die! I still have a hundred years to live! I can live on forever! My lifespan can keep increasing! Let me go back!"

Takashi's face contorted in rage as she screamed madly, running toward the unseen distance, desperate to escape this terrifying hell.

"The third level, the Iron Tree Hell!"

Then, the scenery changed again, and Gao Shi suddenly felt a sense of weightlessness. Accompanied by the whistling wind, her body fell from a height.

Below, there was a forest.

However, those groves were not made up of trees, but of ironwood trees with branches as sharp as spears.

"ah!!!"

Multiple iron rods pierced her body simultaneously, the excruciating pain rendering her speechless instantly. Gao Shi's body was suspended in mid-air, the weight of her internal organs pulling at her wounds, each weak breath bringing excruciating pain.

"The fifth level, the steamer hell!"

After an unknown amount of time, the dense forest formed by the cycads disappeared, replaced by billowing steam.

Gao Shi's body was curled up in a huge steamer, surrounded by white mist, with hot, humid air filling her mouth and nose.

The skin quickly turned red and blistered as if it had been doused with boiling water. The blisters burst in the high temperature, revealing the tender red flesh underneath.

She wanted to scream, but the scalding steam blocked her throat. Every breath felt like swallowing a red-hot knife, the burning sensation spreading from her trachea all the way to the depths of her lungs.

"The sixth level, the Copper Pillar Hell."

The steamer scene shattered with a crash, and Takashi found himself standing on a charred open space, with a thick bronze pillar standing not far away, its shaft glowing red from the charcoal fire.

Her hands and feet moved uncontrollably toward the bronze pillar, and memories surfaced in her mind of secretly setting fire to her rival's company in order to seize control of its assets.

The image of flames devouring life overlaps with the crimson bronze pillar before my eyes.

"No...don't..."

Gao Shi begged for mercy in terror, but she couldn't stop moving; her chest involuntarily pressed against the scalding copper pillar.

"Sizzle—!!"

The stench of charred flesh filled the air, accompanied by heart-wrenching screams.

She tried to break free, but her body felt as if it were welded to a copper pillar. She could only use every inch of her pain receptors to feel the sensation of her skin carbonizing, sticking together, and peeling off in the high temperature.

……

Layer upon layer.

Hell of Knives, Hell of Ice Mountains, Hell of Blood Pools, Hell of Volcanoes, Hell of Stone Mills...

The punishments in each level of hell correspond precisely to a specific crime or type of crime she committed in the past.

Those evils that she had forgotten or taken for granted now transformed into the most real pain, reflecting back at her with a hundredfold or a thousandfold intensity.

In the hallucination, time was stretched infinitely, and every second of pain felt like it had lasted for a thousand years, repeating itself over and over again.

The real world.

The sweet, cloying aromatherapy in the bedroom was disrupted by a faint smell of burning and blood.

Gao Shi collapsed onto the carpet, his eyes rolled back, saliva drooling uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth, a strange hoarse sound coming from his throat, and his limbs trembling uncontrollably as if he had been electrocuted.

Her tongue was swollen and ulcerated, and large patches of reddish-brown spots and blisters appeared on her skin, as if it had been scalded by steam. There were strange dark red wrinkles on her chest, as if it had been branded with a hot iron. Her hands and feet had broken skin and were bleeding, corresponding to the phantom pain of a mountain of knives and an iron tree...

The injuries sustained in the hallucinations were reflected back onto Takashi's body!

"Is it possible to achieve this level of skill?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Amamiya Rin's eyes.

He never imagined that his hypnotic technique—the Sanskrit Illusion—could also harm the physical body as a material being.

"Right, this should be called... psychogenic somatic symptoms?"

After a moment's thought, Amamiya Rin found the corresponding theory in his mind.

The body can be deceived by the brain, resulting in injuries even when there are none. There have been similar cases in the real world.

In medicine, these symptoms are often associated with psychogenic somatic symptoms. The brain is affected by factors such as emotions, cognition, or psychological suggestion, which can cause the body to exhibit symptoms similar to injuries, such as pain, erythema, and swelling.

However, under normal circumstances, there will be no substantial damage such as skin cracking.

However, Amamiya Rin's Sanskrit Illusionary Magic was too powerful, and coupled with the special circumstances of this universe, the damage to Takashi's body went beyond the scope of psychogenic physical symptoms.