Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

The crowd gathered in the alley was completely dumbfounded.

The scene before them was beyond anything they had ever known in their lives.

Ultraman from a tokusatsu show has wandered into the real world? Are they really not dreaming?

A boy who looked like a high school student stared blankly. Suddenly, he raised his hand and slapped his companion hard across the face.

With a crisp "snap!" sound, the sound was incredibly clear.

"Ouch! What are you doing?!"

His companion screamed, covered his face, and glared at him with a mixture of shock and anger.

"Does it hurt?"

The boy who was hitting the man asked blankly, his eyes still fixed on the red-silver giant who was committing violence.

"Nonsense! You fucking slapped me that hard!"

His companion was so angry that he wanted to fight back.

"oh."

The boy who hit the other nodded, his face showing an almost blank expression of bewilderment.

"Then it seems it's not a dream."

Fuck you!

The boy who was hit couldn't help but kick the boy who hit him to the ground. The boy on the ground felt real pain and finally realized what had happened. This little incident instantly ignited the atmosphere.

"Ultraman Seven... the tokusatsu drama has become a reality!"

"No way? Tsuburaya Productions is serious?"

"Does Ultraman really exist in the world?"

"So, the Land of Light is real too?"

"Is Mr. Tsuburaya making a documentary? Could he really be from Venus?"

……

The residents were stunned and at a loss. Faced with this surreal scene, their breathing became heavy and their eyes even became hot.

Ultraman Seven is real, but what about the other Ultramen? Ultraman Leo, Ultraman Zoffy, Ultraman Ace, and Ultraman Tiga! And that utopian Land of Light!

"Wait a minute! That Ultraman Seven... something's not right!"

Just then, a young man suddenly exclaimed in surprise, staring at the giant of light that was about to completely demolish the Saeki family's house, his face showing a look of astonishment and uncertainty.

"Something's not right? What's wrong? Can this really be a mannequin?"

The man next to him couldn't help but complain.

"It's not a suit character... but it's not Ultraman Seven either!"

The young man's face was pale, and his voice trembled slightly with excitement and a growing sense of fear.

"What are you talking about? Isn't that Ultraman Seven?"

Hearing his panicked voice, the people around him looked at the young man with disapproving eyes.

Ultraman Seven is the greatest masterpiece of the Showa era. The inspiration for the Poké Ball came from Ultraman Seven's Capsule Monster. Most people here have seen Ultraman Seven, and even those who haven't can identify Ultraman Seven by his iconic head crest.

"It really isn't! That's a delusion of Seven! The delusion of Seven from Ultraman 80!"

The young man said eagerly.

"Deluding Seven?"

Everyone looked at each other.

Compared to Ultraman Seven, Ultraman Ace is relatively obscure; not many people have seen it, and it's not easy for everyone to understand it immediately.

However, the name "Delusional Seven" doesn't sound like a serious character at all.

"That's right! The Delusional Seven Ultraman was a doll of Naoto Tajima. After Naoto Tajima was injured in a car accident and hospitalized, his resentment towards the car gang and other negative emotions gave rise to negative energy. The boy's spirit and the negative energy entered the Seven Ultraman doll together and became the Delusional Seven."

The young man retreated step by step, his gaze towards the delusional Seven revealing fear and unease.

As he spoke, a commotion arose among the crowd, a mixture of doubt and unease. The fervent atmosphere gradually cooled, replaced by scrutiny and hesitation.

The roar of each punch from the giant, the damage it caused to the buildings, and its brutal behavior instilled a chilling sense of violence in everyone present.

"Delusional Seven... a monster formed from a child's resentment towards street racers... it shouldn't be a very dangerous creature, right?"

A middle-aged man forced a smile and pulled his wife, who had come out with him to watch the commotion, back away.

"The problem is that the Delusion Seven, who reappeared in 'Ultraman Super Fight' a few years ago, was set up as a vengeful superhuman formed from the evil thoughts of the monsters defeated by the original Ultraman."

The young man stared intently at the rampaging figure not far away, swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, and a bitter voice rang out.

Even as a die-hard Ultraman fan, he could only identify which Ultraman Seven was the "Delusional Seven," but he couldn't tell which version of the Delusional Seven it was just by looking at it.

Moreover, the "Ultraman Ace" version of the Delusional Seven isn't necessarily much safer.

At that moment, Sato, carrying the heavy Sony camcorder, stumbled back into the alley.

"...A vengeful spirit Ultraman formed from the evil thoughts of the monsters defeated by the original Ultraman."

Upon hearing these words, Sato stopped in his tracks, his heart sank, and the camera in his arms became burning hot.

"No way? Not Ultraman... it's a monster? A vengeful spirit?"

If it really is Ultraman, this filming will not only be safe, but it will also bring him both fame and fortune.

But if the opponent is a monster, once the monster defeats another white giant, won't it start destroying the city and killing them, the humans?

Cold sweat streamed down Sato's face.

The more timid people around had already started to back away, but many of the bolder ones remained where they were, taking out their phones and taking pictures.

"I'll give it my all! For this damn job!"

Sato looked around, gritted his teeth, turned on the camera, and removed the lens cap.

The machine emitted a deep hum, and in the viewfinder, the battle between the red and silver giant and the pale light and shadow was clearly displayed.

Forced by circumstances, he had no choice but to take the possible risks to film what the television station needed.

However, an anomaly occurred.

Seven, in his delusions, raised his head-mounted dart, about to cleave the giant creature in two.

"Bang!"

Just then, Seven's left shoulder suddenly tilted backward, as if struck by an invisible hammer. A small burst of air exploded from his silver shoulder armor, and his body shifted half a step to the side uncontrollably.

It paused, seemingly confused.

Immediately afterwards—

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!!"

A series of muffled thuds exploded from its body!

Invisible impacts exploded one after another in various parts of the body: chest, back, right rib, thigh...

The delusional Seven's body swayed violently under these invisible blows, like a small boat in a storm. It tried to stand firm and throw punches at the void, but each attempt was disrupted by a new impact.

"What's going on?!"

"I can't believe it!" Tomie, a psychic, cried out, but the moment she asked the question, she immediately realized what she had said.

The creatures of Age are insignificant, they just have thick blood. The true master and the true threat here have always been only one thing.

Coconut...

The Saeki family's detached house, destroyed by the delusional Seven and the living giant, has become something that can't even be considered a dangerous building.

The second-floor floor completely collapsed, the bedroom and roof tilted towards the courtyard, broken beams were stuck in the rubble like the broken ribs of a giant beast, and steel bars twisted and pierced the sky. Not a single one of the four exterior walls could be pieced together now, and the site was just a ruin made up of concrete fragments and broken furniture.

But at the very center of all this, in the deepest part of those ruins, there is not nothing at all.

There, something thicker than darkness lingered—boundless resentment! Wrath! Curse!

Kayako's resentment had never been so intense, so vivid.

How could I not hate it?

My own obsession, my own home, has been ruthlessly destroyed.

The breaking of each beam felt like tearing at her already frozen nerves.

Each collapse of a wall seemed to brutally peel away her outer shell, exposing the unhealed wounds beneath.

This decaying building is the embodiment of her boundless resentment, the lair of her curses, and her entire world after death.

The world is now falling apart.

"Giggle giggle giggle..."

In the center of the ruins, the thicker silt than darkness began to breathe.

It wasn't the movement of air, but the expansion and contraction of malice itself. With each breath, the scattered rubble, wood chips, and stones trembled slightly, radiating an invisible yet sinister pressure.

The remaining half of the wall began to groan, as if propelled by an invisible force. The wall, already covered with spiderweb-like cracks, gradually emitted subtle and dense cracking sounds, and the outside of the wall began to swell.

It looked as if some invisible force was expanding from within, about to completely burst this last remaining outline.

Resentment lingers.

The air became heavy, and each breath felt like inhaling ice crystals.

The hands of the people in the alley, holding up their phones, began to tremble uncontrollably.

The cold night wind, carrying an invisible fear, swept over them, seeping into every pore and penetrating to their very bones!

"Wha...what happened?"

Even Age, whose spiritual power was beyond human comprehension, couldn't help but tremble as he stood amidst the ruins of the Saeki family's residence.

Do not!

Because she was situated on the ruins of the Saeki family estate, she endured the most intense malice.

The malice she felt was even more intense than the accumulated malice she had experienced since entering the Saeki family. It contained a fury that seemed capable of burning the world to ashes, and facing this fury, she felt a deep sense of fear.

"What's going on?"

The psychic Tomie's expression was no longer as composed as before; she showed some unease.

Kayako and such, that's probably all there is to it.

The power of the Delusion Seven is still increasing. As more and more people witness the Delusion Seven's appearance and truly believe in its existence, the Delusion Seven has evolved from its initial form to the point where it can remove its head crest and use it in battle.

Kayako's abilities are powerful, but if a real fight broke out, suppressing her should be a piece of cake.

"This is bad..."

At the same time, Amamiya Rin's expression turned serious.

Standing in the backyard not far away, I scanned the changing environment in front of me.

Gradually, Amamiya Rin realized what had happened.

However, it was too late to stop what was about to happen.

From the moment she stepped into the Saeki family home, this future was already predetermined.

Kayako, amidst the devastating destruction of her home, broke free from her own limitations.

"boom!!!"

It wasn't a loud explosion, but a muffled groan. The ruins of the Saeki family's house suddenly sank.

Immediately, a black curse erupted!

That wasn't smoke or dust, because it defied gravity. It was like thick ink dripping into water, or like the gaping maw of an abyss, spreading wildly outwards from the ruins.

Walls, streets, utility poles, crowds... everything that touches this invisible black tide is covered with a layer of gray and gloomy shadows.

Thick raindrops began to fall from the sky.

Black rain.

At first, there were only a few scattered spots, smelling of rust, which fell to the ground and left dark stains.

In the blink of an eye, the rain intensified, and the continuous black lines of water cut the world into blurred fragments. The rain wasn't cold; instead, it carried a sticky, slightly warm feel, leaving a lingering sensation on the skin.

The curse released from the Saeki family spread in the rain.

In the alley, a person felt as if something had appeared behind them.

What is that?

An irresistible feeling compelled him to look back.

So he turned his head and caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of a pale figure silently pressed against his back, with wet black hair hanging down, almost touching his shoulder.

He couldn't scream, because further away in his field of vision, behind another person, stood another woman in white.

Further away, yet another one appears, like a virus replicating itself.

It must be an illusion, right? It must be some kind of hallucination!

"ah!"

"What...what is this?!"

"A ghost!"

……

When someone harbors a侥幸心理 (a sense of wishful thinking) and has such a thought, one scream after another rang out, and one face after another revealed a terrified expression, making it impossible for the person with the侥幸心理 to regard this horrific scene as their own illusion.

They sprouted in the rain, in the gaps when people's attention shifted, and in the instant fear took hold.

Kayako, from the alley to the neighboring streets, to the windows of distant buildings... her pale figure kept appearing in the black rain, her numbers increasing in a way that defied the logic of physics.

"The worst possible outcome! After the Saeki family's house was destroyed, Kayako also lost her bondage and transformed from a bound spirit into a curse that, in an unknown time, would be enough to engulf the world."

Amamiya Rin sighed softly. The black rain soaked through his hair and coat, and a bone-chilling cold emanated from behind him.

He knew what was behind it all, and he knew what had happened.

The curse is spreading because the Saeki family was destroyed by the power of the delusional Seven and the Living Giant. The curse has lost its regional constraints.

He understood even more clearly that if nothing was done, everyone would die here, becoming part of this spreading curse.

Amamiya Rin closed his eyes, shutting out the hellish scene before him and the cold touch behind him. He took a deep breath, but could not inhale much oxygen; only intense resentment filled his chest.

"No... resentment alone is not enough... Kayako, I must make you truly understand my love."

Amamiya Rin placed his palm on his chest and murmured to himself, his voice carrying a strange charm that echoed in his mind.