Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"Ahhh~"

Suddenly, a seductive moan echoed down the corridor.

It was Tomie, who should have been dead!

The pale corpse twitched, and the tiny wounds on its skin from the nerve bundles healed rapidly. The small red dots disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the skin returned to its flawless whiteness.

"It hurts so much! What's wrong with those ugly monsters?"

The next moment, Tomie's unfocused pupils refocused, and she slowly sat up, frowning as she muttered something.

Yu Gonglin silently turned around, moved his cane, and walked towards his ward.

His movement immediately caught Tomie's attention. Tomie smiled charmingly and called out to Amamiya Rin, "Hey handsome guy over there, what's your name?"

"I……"

Amamiya Rin paused in her steps.

It wasn't that he wanted to stop, but his body instinctively reacted to the voice. A strange magic captivated his soul, making him subconsciously want to answer.

There's no need to tell you my name.

However, years of hard work have not diminished Tomie's allure.

Even though she had just died once, Amamiya Rin's willpower was not something Tomie could easily capture.

Tomie's eyes widened slightly, as if she couldn't imagine being rejected.

Her face darkened, revealing an unhappy expression.

However, Tomie still has some patience when it comes to handsome guys.

"Don't you think it's incredibly rude to talk to someone with your back to them? Turn around and face me."

Tomie spoke softly and gently; her charming voice could soften even the hardest heart.

Amamiya Rin gripped her cane tightly, took a deep breath, and straightened her back.

"It's so cold! Those ugly monsters ruined my towel. Can you come and hug me?"

Tomie's voice grew increasingly soft and alluring, her words capable of sparking endless fantasies. Her graceful figure surfaced in Amamiya Rin's mind, and the image of Tomie completely naked just moments before was now deeply imprinted in his memory.

As Tomie's allure grew, her fair body also began to sway and entice in Amamiya Rin's memory, exuding endless charm.

Amamiya Rin realized that if this continued, the images of Busujima Saeko and Marikawa Shizuka in his memory would also be replaced by Tomie. Similar situations had occurred in the manga, where Tomie's magic could even alter people's memories.

(Kill her!)

The lingering killing intent of Yukiko Mitsuki, mixed with Rin Amamiya's bloodlust, flared up fiercely at this moment, like adding fuel to the fire.

"You're so noisy! You stinky woman!"

He whirled around, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at Tomie, his cane swung out like a viper's fangs, aiming for Tomie's throat.

Although it was a cane, this thrust contained twenty years of swordsmanship cultivation—fast, accurate, and ruthless! Before Tomie could react, the end of the cane was already in front of her, the movement so fast it created a whooshing sound.

However, just as the tip was about to touch Tomie's skin, Amamiya Rin's arm muscles tensed up abruptly, bringing him to a sudden stop.

The tip of the cane trembled slightly, just a millimeter away from that fair neck.

Tomie blinked, paused for two seconds, but instead of being scared, her eyes lit up as if she had discovered some novel toy.

Completely ignoring the weapon still pointed at her, she chuckled: "What? Can't bear to part with it? Or... man, are you trying to get my attention this way?"

Tomie winked at Amamiya Rin, a haughty smile playing on her lips.

Indeed, no one in this world could resist her charm.

Amamiya Rin's hands were clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

He could feel his heart pounding wildly, half of it driven by a murderous urge... no, entirely by a murderous urge. Tomie's allure aroused her sexual desire, but on the other hand, that eerie charm mixed his sexual desire with his murderous urge, transforming it into an impulse to dismember Tomie.

Amamiya Rin's reason screamed, warning him to stay away from this monster, but his body's instincts, against his will, urged him to kill the woman in front of him.

"I hate shameless women. Stay away from me, or else..."

Amamiya Rin exerted all her strength to pull back her cane and suppress the murderous intent in her heart.

(What the hell are you all doing? Weren't you just threatening to kill someone? Now that the person is alive, what are you all doing hiding in the hospital room?)

Amamiya Rin roared in his mind, but only surprise and doubt came from the other end of the [Kara Network].

(We've destroyed her central and peripheral nervous systems; she's completely dead...)

Not only did Tomie come back to life, but she could also provoke Amamiya Rin's murderous intent. She might be even more bizarre than them. Having already killed Tomie once to vent their anger, Mio Yukiko and the others were unwilling to take any risks easily.

(Damn it! A bunch of cowards!)

Amamiya Rin was so angry that she almost cursed aloud, but she could only grit her teeth and hold it in.

Tomie was completely unaware of this silent exchange; she pressed her hands to her chest, her smooth, snow-white skin gleaming under the light.

"How could you say that about me? I'm not a shameless woman. I wasn't wearing clothes because of those ugly women. They ruined my towel."

Amamiya Rin's gaze involuntarily fell on Tomie's exposed skin. She deliberately trembled slightly, and Amamiya Rin's pupils swayed up and down in response.

That eerie allure, mixed with seduction, surged in again like a tide. Amamiya Rin felt sweat seeping from his palms as he gripped his cane, his heart pounding uncontrollably, his primal human desires intertwined, almost overwhelming his reason.

Amamiya Rin bit his tongue hard, the sweet, metallic taste of blood spreading in his mouth, the sharp pain bringing him back to his senses.

He abruptly took a step back, creating distance, and slammed his cane heavily on the ground with a dull thud that drowned out Tomie's voice.

"The bath towel only has some small holes, it's not broken, just pick it up and wear it."

Amamiya Rin squeezed out a sound through clenched teeth, trying to look away.

"But it's dirty and broken, and it can't be used to keep warm on such a cold night."

Tomie pouted and playfully kicked the scattered bath towel on the ground with her toes. As she spoke, she walked towards Amamiya Rin, her bare feet making a soft sound on the cool floor tiles. A sweet yet dangerous aura seemed to permeate the air.

Suddenly, footsteps abruptly sounded at the end of the corridor, approaching from afar.

Amamiya Rin's attention was momentarily diverted, and she subconsciously glanced toward the source of the sound.

In that split second, Tomie lunged forward and embraced Amamiya Rin.

The cool, smooth skin instantly pressed against Yu Gonglin's arms and chest, carrying a sweet, cloying fragrance. Yu Gonglin's body stiffened, and his muscles involuntarily tensed.