Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

That's right!

There's no need to harbor grand and arrogant ideals, or to drastically transform the world with the intention of making it a better place.

Amamiya Rin chose to believe in this world.

On a deeper level, he believes in the countless ordinary yet resilient people who yearn for a better future.

The journey of civilization from ignorance to enlightenment is a long and tortuous one, never paved by a single ruler or hero. It was built by countless hands, with grand or humble aspirations, through countless ordinary days and nights, through repeated failures and attempts.

Amamiya Rin was very clear about her position.

He is not an omniscient and omnipotent god, and is neither able nor willing to impose his own will on the will of Heaven, arbitrarily determining a so-called correct path for the future for all living beings.

That kind of character is far too arrogant—there are too many examples of this.

What he needs to do is very simple: remove the most stubborn stumbling blocks for the countless people who are working hard, clear away the ugliness that occupies the key places and creates unnecessary suffering, and extend a helping hand to those who are still struggling in the dark so that they will not be swayed by the evil thoughts of the rulers and can continue to move towards a world of great harmony.

"I see... I see... Although you don't intend to become the ruler, you won't be restrained anymore? Ah Lin, you've finally figured it out! That's right, we should be more free living in this world."

Sensing Amamiya Rin's thoughts, Moro Tomie's eyes lit up, revealing a surprised expression. She repeated it softly, her voice filled with a satisfied sigh.

In fact, there is no need for any hypnosis. To dominate this country, the bewitching charm of people like Tomie is enough.

However, that would make it easier to lose control.

Of course, Tomie and the others wouldn't care about whether things would get out of control; the only one who needed to consider this issue was Amamiya Rin.

"I understand. Let's do it this way. I will rise through the ranks by killing this country, and keep killing until I reach the top and look down on this country."

Swordsman Tomie's eyes were sharp as knives, her hand already firmly on the hilt of her sword, and a wild, savage smile curled at the corners of her mouth.

Amamiya Rin nodded slightly.

His reaction to both of them was exactly what he expected.

That's fine. Our ideas don't need to be completely the same. As long as our paths intersect somewhere, we can walk side by side.

His gaze shifted to the other side of the room.

The waitress remained standing there, like a statue that had lost its soul.

Her eyes were vacant as she stared ahead, completely unresponsive to the conversation between Amamiya Rin and Tomie that could only be described as a usurpation of a kingdom, and her expression remained unchanged.

The effects of the Sanskrit chanting illusion continued, and her consciousness remained trapped in an invisible cage.

"Let's start with her. Gao Shi was under my spell of the Brahma Sound. Even if he wakes up, his personality will be shattered. Our plan can only start with this woman."

Before she could finish speaking, the waitress trembled, her bewildered eyes regained their clarity, and were then filled with unease and terror.

Her gaze swept erratically over Amamiya Rin, then looked at the two men beside her, Tomie, who exuded a dangerous aura, before finally settling on Amamiya Rin's face.

"You... what did you do to Mayor Takashi?!" Her voice became shrill with tension, and she involuntarily took a few steps back. "I'm warning you, don't do anything rash! Mayor Takashi is one of the gods who rule this country! Even in death, he will return after a brief period of silence! Their greatness and power are beyond your imagination!"

She clearly had no memory of the conversation in the middle; her consciousness was still stuck on the moment she questioned Yu Gonglin, and the blustering threat came out of her trembling mouth.

"Whatever you intend to do, if you oppose Mayor Takashi, you are opposing the entire nation! Then, you will have nowhere to go!"

Faced with the maid's blustering yet cowardly threat, the swordsman Tomie revealed a silent sneer. Mara Tomie simply smiled nonchalantly, unmoved by the maid's threat.

As for Amamiya Rin, he wore a thoughtful expression.

"Oh, right! And this too!"

Amamiya Rin clapped his hands, suddenly realizing what was going on.

Even if one's personality is about to be shattered and trapped in the illusionary cycle of the eighteenth level of hell, the city is not entirely without its uses.

"Resurrection? A Soul Resurrectionist? The Sword of the Soul Resurrectionist?"

Swordswoman Tomie raised an eyebrow, keenly catching a glimpse of Amamiya Rin's thoughts. Her fingers gently caressed the hilt of her sword, her eyes blazing with intense interest.

The so-called resurrection of the rulers relies on the resurrected souls who serve the powerful and wealthy.

In other words, if Gao Shi is killed, other rulers, whether to maintain the authority of their class or to obtain information about Gao Shi's death, will inevitably call upon a necromancer to resurrect his body.

Then she'll have a chance to snatch that Resurrection Sword!

As a legendary swordswoman, she was extremely interested in the Resurrection Sword, which was many times stronger than the Tenseiga.

Just as the swordswoman Tomie was pondering to herself, Mara Tomie had already slowly walked towards the maid.

Her steps were light, like a lazy Persian cat. Her bewitching eyes shimmered with a hazy light, a glow as soft as moonlight yet unfathomable, as if it could draw in one's gaze and mind.

The waitress couldn't help but look at her.

The moment their eyes met, the waitress froze.

She tried to look away, but found she couldn't. The fear and struggle in her eyes were like the surface of water after a pebble was thrown in; the ripples gradually subsided and eventually turned into a blank.

Moro Tomie stopped a step away from her, leaning slightly forward. A strand of her jet-black hair slipped from her shoulder and fell to her cheek. Her eyes were fixed on the maid's eyes, her deep gaze seemingly able to see into the maid's heart.

"Thoughts give rise to desire, and attachment is the root of all evil. If one becomes attached to forms, sounds, smells, tastes, touches, and mental objects, one will be disturbed by the demon of greed, which will obscure one's true nature."

Moro Tomie's voice was low and gentle, like a warm spring flowing into the maid's ears.

"Come, be my dog."

With just a few words, and the waitress's struggle lasting less than a second, her tense body relaxed and softened, her eyes filled with a burning yet empty obsession.

She looked at Tomie Maro, her breathing became rapid, and an unnatural blush even appeared on her face.

"Owner……"

The maid murmured, her voice filled with unquestionable piety. She instinctively bent her knees, adopting a posture of submission, as if it were an instinct ingrained in her very bones.

Moro Tomie smiled with satisfaction, reached out and ruffled the maid's hair, praising her.

"Good, good dog."

The waitress, just like a tamed dog, let out a soft whimper, her face showing a joyful and ingratiating expression, and tried her best to rub her head against Moro Tomie's palm, displaying the utmost fawning.

Witnessing this scene, Amamiya Rin remained unfazed. Such villains, even if they go to hell after death, will have to go through the animal realm several times to atone for their sins. While alive, they are treated like dogs and tamed. There's nothing to care about.

Ultimately, what he wanted to protect was never this kind of inhuman being.

A hint of apprehension flashed in the eyes of the swordsman Tomie.

That was out of fear of Moro Tomie.

In just a few words, a living human being can be brainwashed into their dog. This level of mind control is simply too much!

While Tomie's bewitching charm usually only works on men and only provokes jealousy in women, this Tomie's allure has surpassed that of the individual [Kawakami Tomie].

She can appeal to both men and women while maintaining perfect control over her emotions! To this day, no Tomie has been able to do that.

Swordswoman Tomie unconsciously tightened her grip on the hilt of her sword.

There's the vampire Tomie who can devour all Tomies, the Mara Tomie who can brainwash other Tomies, and so on. The unique Tomie individuals born in the [Tomie Network] are all more exaggerated than the last.

She believed herself to be far more capable than that evil Tomie who needed a hypnosis app to implant suggestions, but when facing this guy, she felt the same helplessness that evil Tomie felt when facing her.

"Clang—"

Just then, a resounding clang, sharp as steel, echoed in her heart!

That newly arising sense of powerlessness was swiftly severed by the invisible sword in her heart! Clean and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

The swordsman Tomie's eyes were resolute and sharp.

So what if she's weak? When has she ever admitted defeat?

All you need to do is hone your sword to its extreme, fast enough to cut through all illusions, sharp enough to cleave through all falsehoods, and powerful enough to sever even the spirit and soul in one stroke!

By then, naturally only she will remain as the true Tomie Kawakami!

A dozen minutes later, outside the mansion.

The silence of the night was broken by the approaching sirens of police cars. Two police cars stopped in front of the mansion's imposing main gate, their red and blue lights silently rotating and illuminating the mess in front of the gate.

The Metropolitan Police Department Commissioner was the first to get out of the car. He was in his fifties, in good shape, and his face showed the seriousness and caution that he had developed from years of being in a high position. Behind him were six or seven uniformed police officers, all of whom looked tense.

Stepping into the courtyard, the stench of blood wafted over on the night breeze.

The Metropolitan Police Department commissioner stopped in his tracks.

The sight before him made his pupils shrink—a corpse.

Dozens of corpses lay scattered haphazardly on the gravel path, by the lawn, and under the eaves, the bloodstains gleaming darkly under the dim light of the ground lamps.

He knew that a police report involving a high-end apartment was definitely not simple, but he never expected that so many people would die. Judging from their clothes and equipment, they were all bodyguards from the high-end apartment!

What made him even more uneasy were the wounds on the corpses.

Knife wounds! All injuries caused by sharp blades.

Some had their throats precisely severed, some had their chests and abdomens ripped open, and others had their limbs cut off. Riot shields lay scattered on the ground, and some pistols lay beside the corpses.

The Metropolitan Police Department commissioner glanced around and observed carefully, quickly spotting the bullet.

Those pistols weren't just for show! They were real tools used to kill the enemy!

Are you kidding me? Did a knife-wielding serial killer break into a high-rise apartment and hack his way through a security system armed with riot shields, katanas, and guns?

The Metropolitan Police Department commissioner found the possibility laughable.

"Commander Sekiguchi."

The maid emerged from the entrance of the mansion, bowed slightly to the Metropolitan Police Department commander, her expression grave yet calm.

"Details."

The Metropolitan Police Commissioner spoke succinctly, instructing his trusted subordinates to examine the bodies of the bodyguards as he walked toward the entrance.

"About forty minutes ago, an assailant forced his way in. He was extremely fierce, used a melee weapon, and was suspected of having the ability to launch mental attacks from a distance. All the security personnel were wiped out."

The waitress said in a deep voice.

"Completely wiped out? Where is Mayor Takashi?"

The Metropolitan Police Department commissioner's expression changed slightly, and he immediately inquired about the safety of the mansion's owner.

Please come with me.

The waitress did not answer directly, but instead turned to the side as if to lead the way, her expression as heavy as iron.

Seeing her attitude, the Metropolitan Police Department commander's heart sank.

If Mayor Taka is still alive, there's nothing to hide. Even if he's injured, he can just call an ambulance immediately... Does that mean there's no point in calling an ambulance?

Thinking of this worst-case scenario, the Metropolitan Police Department chief took a deep breath, praying in his heart that it wouldn't be like this, and quickly chased after them.

After walking through a series of long corridors, the two silently arrived at the bedroom. The door was ajar, and the air was filled with a cloyingly sweet aromatherapy scent.

The Metropolitan Police Department commissioner held his breath and pushed open the door.

The warm yellow light from the bedside lamp bathed the room, and the first thing that caught the eye was the figure slumped on the carpet... a body curled up in an odd position.

It's a high-rise!

He could not possibly be mistaken, even though the face was contorted to the point of being unrecognizable; he could not possibly recognize one of the dark rulers of this country.

The Metropolitan Police Department commissioner's pupils contracted, and he momentarily gasped for breath.

He strode forward, squatted down, and examined Gao Shi's body with professional competence—no, it was already a corpse.

Upon reaching the city, the Metropolitan Police Department commissioner realized the worst-case scenario.

There was no breathing, no pulse, and the pupils were dilated. The condition of the skin was extremely bizarre. The tongue was swollen and purple, the corners of the mouth were ulcerated and drooling, and there were large patches of wrinkled marks on the neck and chest, like severe burns. There were unnatural subcutaneous bruises on the skin of the limbs, as if the skin had been bound or squeezed for a long time. But these wounds were all fresh and there was no sign of any external sharp object or direct fire.

What truly chilled him to the bone was the frozen expression on Gao Shi's face.

It wasn't just simple pain, but an expression of extreme fear, despair, and even collapse. His features were distorted to the point of being inhuman, as if he were enduring pain that no normal person could bear in the final moments of his life.

This was not an ordinary murder scene, but a sadistic act that targeted both the body and the mind!

Moreover, such acts of torture and murder require considerable time and a significant amount of equipment.

"Who is it?! Who is it? What happened?"

The Metropolitan Police Department chief, both shocked and frightened, stood up and loudly questioned the waitress.

Gao Shi's identity is too special. She is one of the gods who truly control the lifeline of this country and an important member of the ruling class hidden behind the scenes.

Her death, especially in this way, will surely cause a major earthquake across the country, and at that time, it is unknown how many people will be affected!

Even at his level, he already knew that these rulers possessed some kind of supernatural resurrection power, which was hailed as the grace of Amaterasu.

But such a way of dying is not as simple as just dying.

This is a provocation.

A blatant provocation! A provocation that tramples on the faces of all rulers.

The Metropolitan Police Department commander's face was ashen.

He could almost see the ensuing fury and storm that would engulf the entire top echelons of power, and it was no doubt that he would be implicated.