Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"Om—"

The initial syllables resonated from the depths of the soul, like a morning bell breaking the darkness.

Amamiya Rin felt her consciousness begin to rise, and the coldness in her body gradually receded, replaced by a vast field of vision.

He saw himself standing in the black rain, saw countless unnoticed lights in the distance, saw the ever-approaching coldness behind him, and saw every soul on the verge of collapse in the alley.

The young man who first recognized the delusional Seven opened his mouth wide, but could not utter a complete sound. His jet-black hair silently wrapped around his neck, dragging him little by little into a writhing darkness on the wall.

His face turned bright red as he struggled wildly, but he couldn't slow down the rate at which he was being swallowed up.

In just a few seconds, half of his body disappeared into the darkness of that wall, as if sinking into viscous asphalt.

"Help……"

The barely audible cries for help were drowned out by the even louder screams.

"Don't come any closer...please, don't come any closer!"

A middle-aged woman collapsed to the ground, her legs kicking futilely at the slippery surface, trying to get away from the woman in front of her.

However, a cold touch suddenly appeared from behind, and the falling strands of hair sent chills down her spine.

"Get out of here! Get out of here!"

The two high school students, who were playfully fighting, were now standing back to back, their bodies trembling like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

Around them, three, four, five... more and more stiff Kayako clones were silently emerging from the corner of the alley, from the low eaves above their heads, and even from the reflections in the puddles at their feet, their empty eyes conveying a burning resentment that consumed their reason.

The boy who was hitting the other wanted to throw a punch, but his arm was too heavy to lift. The boy who was being hit wanted to kick away the approaching figure, but his foot was rooted to the spot as if it were filled with lead.

Extreme fear froze their resistance, leaving only the sound of their teeth chattering.

"Daddy, Mommy's acting really strange..."

A little girl's tearful voice rang out. Her father followed the direction his daughter was pointing and his pupils dilated instantly, revealing a look of fear.

The wife looked bewildered, while behind her, a figure in white, like a melting wax figure, was slowly seeping into her body, without the wife noticing.

However, the face reflected in the eyes of the father and daughter was no longer the wife's face, but a distorted and swollen face.

Sato carried a camera, and the shaky lens recorded the scene of despair.

The fervor and curiosity that had arisen from the appearance of Ultraman were now shattered.

People pushed and shoved, cried out, tried to escape, tried to struggle, but found that no matter where they fled or what measures they took, they could not escape the darkness.

That's right, the darkest hour has come. In one of the endings of the Ju-on series, the unrestrained curse will spread endlessly until it kills all of humanity!

The countdown to the extinction of humanity!

"Are we about to begin?"

A surge of despair and curses welled up in Amamiya Rin's heart.

"No! What a joke! How could humanity possibly head towards extinction like this! I cannot accept this reality!"

Amamiya Rin's consciousness sank to a deeper level, where something incredibly hot exploded.

The meditative state of mind was impacted by this explosive torrent of emotions, but it did not collapse; instead, it was like a raging torrent that had found a dam.

Fifty years of meditation and perfect insight into one's true nature through the ear are not for emptiness at this moment, but to bear the most extreme attachment to self!

That is a cherishing of life, a defense of the ordinary daily life, and a love and desire to protect human beings as they exist!

This emotion did not come out of thin air. It stemmed from every kind or helpful person he had encountered since his transmigration. It came from the countless joys and sorrows he had witnessed and participated in during his long dream, and from his firm belief in the faint yet tenacious goodness in human nature.

At this moment, all these streams are unified by an incredibly strong thought.

Strip yourself of concern for personal gains and losses, and rid yourself of all distracting thoughts.

Purify the heart that naturally flows from one's own nature to relieve suffering when witnessing the suffering of all beings.

Then, zoom in.

An unreasonable, intense, and almost violent protective instinct grew wildly in his heart.

Why should they die here?

Why should these ordinary people, living their own mundane lives with their own trivial troubles and small hopes, become the victims of this curse?

They should live on, see tomorrow's sun, complain about crowded trams, laugh at boring variety shows, continue to love, continue to hate, continue to worry, continue to move forward, and continue their perhaps mediocre but real and precious lives.

"I will not allow them to die here!"

"Not even one!"

"Humans! I will protect them!"

This thought transformed into the strongest conviction, becoming the flame that ignites everything.

Amamiya Rin suddenly opened her eyes!

Deep within his pupils, a blazing white light shone forth—the primal light surging forth from the depths of his soul!

boom----!!!!

A beam of light, as brilliant as the first rays of dawn after the creation of the world, pierced through the heavens and earth from where Yu Gonglin was!

The malicious black rain evaporated the moment it touched the light, and a huge hole was pierced through the darkness that shrouded the sky. The shadows that permeated the streets and alleys melted away like snow under the scorching sun.

The light was not dazzling, but it carried an irresistible majesty and warmth, illuminating every terrified face and highlighting the outline of every building.

"Th-what is that?!"

The two high school students, back to back, stopped trembling. They tilted their heads back, their mouths agape, wide enough to fit an egg, their pupils reflecting the beam of light that shot straight into the sky.

The young man being dragged by the black-haired man suddenly found the binding around his neck loose.

He fell to the ground, clutching his throat and coughing violently, his wide eyes staring intently at the towering pillar of light, a blankness replacing the despair that preceded his suffocation.

"Light……"

The father, holding his daughter, murmured to himself. The little girl in his arms stopped sobbing and looked at the warm light source with tearful eyes. Even though the embodiment of the curse was still by their side, the father and daughter could not take their eyes off the pillar of light.

"That light is..."

Sato's camera jerked violently, the lens gripping the light tightly. His fingers gripped the equipment tightly, his face frozen in fear, then slowly replaced by speculation and hope.

In the alley, the pushing and shoving and the cries seemed to have been paused.

All eyes were drawn to that light.

The light was not blinding, but it carried hope, suppressing the pervasive malice and the panic that was on the verge of collapse.

For a moment, all that remained were heavy breathing, suppressed sobs, and countless wide-eyed stares reflecting the silvery-white light.

The darkness was torn open.

A majestic silhouette rises from the endless sea of ​​light.

Its majestic body, interwoven with red and silver, with smooth and powerful lines, descends as steadily as a mountain.

The iconic dart on its head, with sharp light trails flowing along its edges, and its slightly lowered head, with an emerald green dot on its forehead like a third eye, gazes deeply at this cursed land. Its milky white oval eyes, with their downcast gaze, contain an almost obsessive tenderness and determination towards the beings before it.

That is...

"Seven!"

The boys, back to back, took a deep breath, their voices trembling with excitement, and their eyes gleaming with ecstasy.

"Ultraman?!"

The middle-aged woman, slumped on the ground, murmured absently, the fear in her eyes receding like the tide, replaced by an almost religious fervor.

"Seven... Ultraman?"

The father, holding his daughter, trembled. Looking at the giant's solid, broad body, an indescribable surge of emotion welled up in his eyes. He hugged his daughter tightly, pointing at the giant: "Look! It's Ultraman! It's Ultraman Seven! He's really here!"

"Ultraman! Help me! Seven! Save my mother!"

The little girl's tears hadn't dried yet. She looked at the red and silver giant bathed in silvery light, raised her arm with all her might, waved to the giant, and shouted loudly, her eyes filled with hope.

The giant of light turned his head slightly, his milky-white eyes sweeping across the excited, pleading, and hopeful crowd below. His gaze was as calm as the deep sea, yet contained the warmth and steadfastness of a star. When his gaze fell upon the little girl waving her arms, it seemed to freeze for a moment, a silent promise, like a warm current, soothing the hearts of all who watched him.

That's right!

That's Ultraman Seven!

It is not a delusion distorted by negative energy or resentment, but a giant of light born from this abyss of despair, fueled by the ultimate love and protectiveness for humanity, and carried by the light manifested from one's own true nature, with people's beliefs and hopes as its shell.

He stood beneath the eerie sky, a tapestry of black rain and white light, the radiance flowing from his body, illuminating the shattered streets, the tear-stained faces that yearned for rebirth, and the thick, silent shriek of resentment that suddenly boiled over in the center of the ruins upon the appearance of this light.

In the darkest hour, the giant of light descended.

Its name is Ultra Seven.

Beneath that imposing figure, the delusional Seven, shaped by resentment, appeared particularly... clumsy, like a pathetic imitation.

The psychic Tomie looked up at the giant of light that Amamiya Rin had transformed into, then glanced at the increasingly ethereal blue figure beside her, her face revealing unmistakable frustration.

"It's no use after all... Although I copied his techniques and memories, my mentality and willpower are still far inferior."

The psychic Tomie let out a deep sigh.

However, her body also relaxed.

Although she seems to have messed things up, Amamiya Rin has stepped in to save the day, so she can now retreat to the audience for the rest of the battle.

Seven, the Giant of Light, paid no heed to the slight emotional fluctuations in the corner. Facing Kayako and her endless resentment, he silently assumed a fighting stance.

He slightly raised his left arm, his fingers precisely pointing downwards.

A tiny green light silently appeared at the tip of his left finger, and then burst forth!

"Rope Beam!"

It was not a thick stream of light, but a slender, solid, and almost living green ray of light.

"call out--!"

The first green line shot out, precisely wrapping around a Kayako clone that was seeping out of the wall, instantly tightening and solidifying, binding it firmly!

But this is just the beginning.

The rope beam did not disappear after capturing the first target. Instead, it seemed to possess a life force that could split and extend infinitely, ricocheting, branching, and spreading at a terrifying speed!

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!!"

Hundreds and thousands of green rays of light branched out and shot out, like a giant net spread out, covering the entire alley, the nearby streets, and even the windows and rooftops further away!

Each green line accurately located the target.

Whether it's the frozen, walking clones, the pale figures crawling out of the shadows, or even the cursed entities that have partially merged into the residents' bodies.

The light wrapped around their necks, limbs, and torsos, transforming into strong, luminous energy ropes the moment they touched, locking them firmly in place.

"Ugh—!"

The possessed mother's body trembled violently, and a blurry white phantom was forcibly pulled out from behind her by a green rope!

"Wife!"

"Mother!"

The mother collapsed to the ground, coughing violently. Her husband and daughter cheered and rushed over to embrace their rescued loved one.

Meanwhile, the clone belonging to Kayako struggled in vain, bound by ropes.

In the alley, the long black hair that had been binding the residents was swept by a green light and broke off and disappeared. The shadow on the wall that was dragging the young man was pierced and bound by several beams of rope, and dug out of the wall like a bundle of cargo, revealing a twisted human figure inside.

The speed at which the rope beam spread was beyond imagination. Within seconds, all visible and hidden Kayako clones within a radius of several kilometers centered on Ultraman Seven were captured by this green net of light, pulled away from humans, and dragged away from their attachments!

"Giggle...giggle giggle!!"

A sharp, venomous growl rang out simultaneously from the mouths of countless bound clones. They twisted wildly, their black hair swelling as they tried to tear the ropes apart, but the green energy ropes were exceptionally tough and continued to tighten.

Ultraman Seven's left arm was held steadily in the air, his fingertips glowing continuously. He slightly turned the angle, like a fisherman pulling in his net.

Driven by his will, all the Kayako clones connected to the other end of the rope were simultaneously pulled into the air by an irresistible force!

Hundreds and thousands of white figures bound by green ropes, like shooting stars flying in reverse, or like dolls being grabbed by an invisible giant hand, were forcibly dragged from every corner of the alley, from nearby windows, from rooftops further away, tearing through the black rain curtain, converging towards the same destination—the ruins of the Saeki family's house.

Countless white figures gathered under the constraint of the green light net, almost forming a twisted hill made of pale white human figures. Below, countless green beams of light contracted and eventually converged at his fingertips.

Seven's gaze remained calm as he watched the struggling, wailing mass of cursed beings.

Instead of immediately taking the next step, he slightly turned to the side, using his massive body to block the ruins and the cursed aggregate, protecting the terrified crowd below behind him.