Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"I have another plan than to run away. Inspector Inudo, in your opinion, between Aki and Anko, and Kayako, the Ju-on from that haunted house, whose power is stronger?"

Faced with Inudou Ranko's suggestion, Amamiya Rin shook his head and asked calmly.

Ranko Inudou sat up straight, her fingers tapping unconsciously on the table.

She didn't answer immediately, but carefully examined Yu Gonglin for a moment before giving a somewhat vague answer.

"In terms of sheer size, Age and Hongdou are unbelievably powerful. Living beings are not uncommon; they are usually released in the form of will-o'-the-wisps, and only the more outstanding ones take on human forms. To be able to split a living being into millions of parts, attach them to electromagnetic waves, transfer them to all parts of the world via live broadcast, and be invisible like the dead... I have never heard of a living being this powerful."

Inudou Ranko sighed.

These days, there are just too many incomprehensible monsters.

An urban legend of immortality, a higher-dimensional life form beyond human reach, a hundred-meter-tall beast that can only be severely damaged by a giant bunker buster...

It's understandable that non-human beings possess superhuman strength, but why are some humans born with powers that others might not even be able to acquire even after a hundred years of arduous cultivation?

"As for Ju-on, it is immortal and more aggressive than living beings. It even has the ability to transcend time and space. Hmm... for the time being, no one can do anything to it until those two women are worn down."

Ranko Inudou dared not speak too definitively about who was stronger or weaker.

After all, whether it's Kayako, Aji, or Anko, their power has already surpassed the imagination of humankind.

"Understood……"

Amamiya Rin nodded thoughtfully, then asked Inudou Ranko a question.

"Inspector Inudo, do you have a protective technique that can be applied to me? It doesn't need to be very powerful, just effective for a short period of time, against damage from ghosts or the like."

"You're not going to take my advice?"

Inudou Ranko understood Amamiya Rin's idea, her brows furrowed, and her eyes revealed disapproval.

"I'm the proactive type."

Amamiya Rin said calmly.

Inudou Ranko stared at Amamiya Rin for a few seconds, then suddenly leaned back and looked up at the ceiling.

"I could tell from our first meeting that you weren't the kind of guy who would just sit around waiting for trouble to come to you... But I don't dislike guys like you."

As she spoke, she stood up from the sofa and walked around to stand behind Amamiya Rin.

"Sit still and don't move."

Amamiya Rin did as she was told, and Inudou Ranko brought her right index and middle fingers together, hovering the fingertips over Amamiya Rin's back.

Then, with a deft flourish, he drew a... pentagram?

Through the clothes, the touch of his fingertips sent a clear burning sensation through his skin, as if he were being scorched by the sun. Yu Gonglin could vaguely feel some invisible traces being etched beneath the skin of his back. The feeling was somewhat strange, but not uncomfortable.

Is this what they call spiritual power? Yin-Yang magic?

Amamiya Rin could vaguely understand the mystery behind it.

This is probably the "worldview" of Onmyoji, right?

They grew up embracing the worldview of Yin and Yang, and they possess certain unique qualities. The spiritual power they generate through unwavering faith is what we call Yin-Yang Arts.

Could he achieve the same thing using Buddhism?

When the thought arose in his mind, Amamiya Rin shook his head.

The worldview he embraced was Buddhism, not the Dharma. These two worldviews conflicted, making it extremely difficult for him to effectively subdue demons and monsters.

"You've probably heard of the Kikyo Seal, right? It's a symbol created by Abe no Seimei. It has a very profound meaning in the Onmyōdō system and can protect against evil spirits to a certain extent, with an effect of up to 24 hours."

After drawing a Kikyo seal, Inudou Ranko lowered her right hand, walked past Amemiya Rin, and returned to the sofa.

"However, don't expect it to be very effective against the spirits you're going to encounter..."

She scratched the back of her head, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping herself.

Amamiya Rin's calm expression indicated that he had already made up his mind. Looking into those unwavering eyes, Inudou Ranko knew that further persuasion would be useless unless she locked Amamiya Rin up; otherwise, she could not change his will.

"Young people these days are all incredibly individualistic."

Inudou Ranko smacked her lips.

Having entered her line of work, she had already become indifferent to life and death. Since Amamiya Rin insisted on taking the risk, she could only wish Amamiya Rin good luck in her heart.

As for other things... she couldn't care less about them.

"Thank you so much."

Amamiya Rin bowed slightly and said sincerely.

He could understand the difficulties faced by Inudo Ranko. If he were in Inudo Ranko's position, facing another version of himself, he wouldn't be able to do much more than Inudo Ranko.

Five o'clock in the evening, the time of encountering demons.

The sky was a murky, dark orange, like faded blood, pressing heavily over the mansion.

Outside the high-rise mansion, the streets had been cleared, devoid of pedestrians, and even the chirping of birds had ceased. Men dressed in uniform black suits stood like statues in their respective positions, their sharp gazes sweeping over every inch of potential danger.

The main hall of the mansion has been temporarily transformed into a solemn space.

On the dark tatami mat, Takashi's body lay on a clean white sheet, covered with a thin veil that concealed the eerie and horrifying wounds.

Her face had been lightly altered, but the distorted, pained expression was still faintly visible, sending chills down the spines of everyone who saw it.

More than twenty people were gathered in the hall, all of whom were politicians, businessmen, and Chinese in high positions.

Of course, this high position is far from comparable to that of the true masters of this country; they were merely followers. Now, they are spectators and witnesses, witnessing the great feat of the dead being brought back to life.

The summoned spectators held their breath, their eyes filled with complex emotions—a mixture of awe and excitement, their eagerness for the resurrection privilege and their worship of the superiors intensifying.

The maid, dressed in a simple black kimono, knelt behind the body, her head bowed, seemingly immersed in grief and self-reproach for her dereliction of duty.

"They're here."

Someone whispered something.

All eyes turned to the entrance to the main hall.

Two men in black bowed and led the way, and a white figure stepped in unhurriedly.

He was a young man, who looked to be no more than twenty years old. He wore a pure white hunting robe with a white cloak over it, and his skin was pale from not seeing the sun for a long time. His shoulder-length short hair was slightly messy, and his expression was indifferent. He had handsome features and an aura that was out of place with his surroundings. He carried a short sword in his arms, with only the hilt showing under the cloak.

The young man continued walking straight to the body in the center of the hall without stopping.

He ignored those in high positions around him, as if they were merely decorations in the background.

An elderly man, who looked to be at least sixty years old, quickly stepped forward to greet him, his eyes shining with eagerness. He bowed deeply and spoke with utmost respect.

"Sir, you must be tired from your journey. Everything is ready. Please perform your miracle."

The Resurrector paused slightly, glanced at the old man with his light gray eyes, made no comment, and simply nodded.

Then, he knelt down beside Gao Shi and took out an ancient-looking pottery bowl from his bosom.

Another man in black silently stepped forward and poured a viscous liquid from a small leather pouch into a bowl. It was fresh, still-warm human blood, and a strong smell of rust quietly filled the air.

Everyone in the hall held their breath, staring intently at the resurrected master.

The resurrected soul placed the earthenware bowl filled with blood on the ground, reached into the bowl, dipped his hand into the thick blood, and smeared it on his face.

The dark red bloodstains stood out starkly against his pale skin, forming a primitive and eerie pattern that gave his handsome face an inhuman and bizarre appearance.

Then, he grasped the hilt of the sword in his bosom and slowly drew it out.

The sword was fully revealed to everyone.

The sword is somewhat heavy, and its entire body has a dark metallic color. It is not reflective steel, but more like some kind of dark material that absorbs light.

The surface of the sword is etched with dense and eerie black patterns. These patterns are not decorations, but rather like naturally formed curse marks, arranged in segments, twisting and coiling, exuding an ancient and ominous aura.

Just looking at it makes one feel oppressed, as if the sword contains laws that do not belong to this world.

He gripped the sword hilt with both hands and wiped the blade against his cheek, which was still smeared with blood.

When he moved the sword away, some of the bloodstains on his face had been removed, and on the blade, a faint, dark red light seemed to flow briefly among the black patterns.

Then, the Resurrector raised the Resurrector's Sword high with both hands, aimed the tip of the sword at the heart of the corpse, and suddenly thrust the sword down!

The blade pierced the corpse's chest without any resistance!

Just as the sword pierced through completely, the Resurrector's body shuddered violently!

He suddenly tilted his head back, and his eyes instantly lost all their color, turning into a murky, deathly white. His mouth opened, and a thick, misty white light, shimmering with a faint phosphorescence, surged out from his wide-open mouth!

At the same time, his eyes, which had turned deathly pale, also emitted the same white light.

"Go in!"

These white fluids exuded a strange aura, containing a pure and vigorous life force.

Following the resurrector's command, they seemed to be drawn by an invisible force. After hovering briefly in the air, they rushed towards Gao Shi's corpse, frantically burrowing into the dead body.

As the last beam of light entered the corpse, the necromancer drew his short sword and stood up.

The next moment, Gao Shi shuddered, straightened his upper body like a spring, and sat up in full view of everyone.

As the thin veil covering his body fell away, the hideous scars on Gao Shi's body were revealed to everyone.

However, no one cares about the scars that would diminish the city's prestige anymore.

Because those wounds were disappearing, as if time were reversing, all sorts of wounds vanished, even the sword wound that pierced her body was healing rapidly.

"He's alive! He really... he's really alive!"

A middle-aged politician standing in the front row cried out, his voice distorted with emotion.

"Amaterasu Omikami... This... This is a miracle! A true miracle!"

The elderly Chinese man next to him, dressed in traditional attire, stared intently at the seated Gao Shi with his cloudy eyes, muttering to himself repeatedly.

"Incredible... beyond life and death... the legends were true! To possess this power... is this what power truly is?"

A businessman in a bespoke suit and an expensive mechanical watch had his face flushed red, and his eyes blazed with a burning light—not reverence for the divine, but a greed that transcended death.

"Amaterasu, my lord! Could it be that Amaterasu has truly chosen this nation to rule as her chosen one?"

The sounds rose and fell, filled with uncontrollable horror and frenzy.

Witnessing the resurrection, almost everyone trembled with excitement. Some, even those who had witnessed it before, found it difficult to suppress their emotions.

And this is exactly what those who claim to be gods want. Whether it's greed, fear, or awe, as long as they witness this miracle of resurrection, they will inevitably follow in the footsteps of the gods with even greater loyalty.

However, just as the jubilant clamor of the crowd in the hall reached its peak, something strange happened!

The rosy complexion that belonged to the living quickly faded from Gao Shi's face, and then the dark red patches that had just healed reappeared.

"Uh...ah..."

Her cloudy eyes widened suddenly, filled not with the happiness of resurrection, but with boundless pain, and she uttered incoherent murmurs.

"Fire... copper pillar... so hot... so painful..."

Gao Shi's body convulsed, his hands flailing wildly in the air as if trying to fend off unseen swords. His robes, which had been hastily repaired, were now disheveled, revealing more bizarre wounds that were reappearing.

Bruising with subcutaneous bleeding, wrinkles that looked as if they had been tied with a rough rope, burns and swelling as if thrown into a steamer...

"What's going on?!"

The commotion abruptly stopped.

The crowd looked at each other, bewildered and terrified at the bizarre and terrifying scene.

The miracle of resurrection had just been performed, but the body was returned to death in full view of everyone.

No! It wasn't death! That appearance! It was like being tortured in hell!

That's right!

Kaoshi's appearance was as if she had committed an unforgivable crime. Even though she was summoned back to the mortal world, Hell did not let her go. It sent underworld officials who were responsible for carrying out punishments in the eighteenth level of Hell to come to the mortal world with her and continue to punish Kaoshi's soul.

As this thought arose in their minds, everyone present couldn't help but shudder, their faces turning deathly pale.

All the previous awe, fanaticism, and greed have now turned into fear and bewilderment.

Witnessing the resurrection firsthand, only to watch helplessly as the resurrected continue to suffer the punishments of hell, is a situation far more chilling than mere death.

Even Takashi, a person favored by the gods, cannot escape the punishment of hell because of his evil deeds. What about them? What about those whose status is not as lofty as Takashi's?

The resurrector also looked bewildered. This wasn't the first time he had resurrected a nobleman, but this was the first time such a phenomenon had occurred.