Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"Regarding time... Junji Itō's manga 'Black Bird,' the black bird that can only transform into a human woman also possesses the power to travel through time."

In other words, as long as the Black Bird is found, a Tomie who has traveled through time will appear in the [Tomie Network].

Perhaps she already exists at some point in the future, but because there is no need to interfere at this time, or for other reasons, she has not traveled through time to come.

"As for the consumption..."

Amamiya Rin hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

He had an idea, but the current Tomie and her ilk made it difficult for him to turn it into reality.

Tomie sensed Amamiya Rin's thoughts and immediately rolled her eyes again.

"It's okay. Ultraman Seven is designed to absorb solar energy. As long as you don't use beam attacks carelessly, his daytime battery life won't be too short."

With a soft sigh, Amamiya Rin ultimately refrained from voicing her thought, which would undoubtedly invite ridicule from Tomie's group.

While Amamiya Rin was polishing the light with his bare hands, on the other side, at the Takashi residence, dozens of armored vehicles had completely surrounded the mansion, and fully armed soldiers used the armored vehicles as cover to set up firing positions.

The roar of propellers filled the air as three helicopters approached from different directions. Powerful searchlights locked onto the main house of the mansion from all sides, while six machine guns below were poised to fire.

This scale has exceeded the scope of regular police work, which is enough to show how much the so-called gods value the murderer who killed their companion, and how strong their will to survive is.

Beside the command vehicle, a middle-aged man in a black suit pressed his earpiece, staring at the imposing mansion in the night with a furrowed brow, his face full of confusion and anxiety.

"How exactly did the murderer get in?"

What puzzled him most was that with so many people around, why did it take until the murderer suddenly appeared to get the news? Were those guards and plainclothes officers blind?

They should have intercepted the potential killer halfway there, but instead, the killer stormed into the high-rise residence, and not only the powerful figures from the business, political, and educational circles, but even the Soul Reaper fell victim to it.

"Report: All entrances and exits, as well as surrounding high points, have been sealed off. According to radio intercepts, there is no active communication from inside the compound. Observations using thermal imaging and telescopes indicate that the target and hostages are most likely located in the central main hall area."

The report from his subordinates came through the earpiece. The superintendent of police snapped out of his daze, gritted his teeth, and broke out in a cold sweat.

The hostages in the mansion were all important figures of similar rank to him, not to mention the Soul Reaper. His safety involved even more unspeakable interests, and any casualties would be losses and responsibilities that he could not afford.

Just then, another cell phone in his pocket vibrated; it was connected to an encrypted line directly to the upper level.

He immediately moved to a slightly more shady spot and answered the phone.

"Condition."

The voice on the other end of the phone wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority. However, to the Superintendent General, this authority sounded unusually... hollow.

They had no choice but to be apprehensive. Once the Resurrector died, those who had received life force from the Resurrector would also die. And among the nobles who called themselves gods, 70% of the older generation had survived to this day through the power of the Resurrector.

With the death of the Resurrector, a large number of seats among the gods will be vacant, causing severe chaos and upheaval in the country's political circles.

"The target building has been completely sealed off, and we are assessing the breaching plan. However, there are still several important figures inside, as well as that Resurrector, so a forced attack carries significant risks..."

The Superintendent General of Police answered immediately.

"The lives of others are secondary."

The other person interrupted him directly, their words cold and urgent.

"The Resurrector's safety is the absolute bottom line! He must come out alive and unharmed! You know the consequences if anything happens to him!"

"...Understood. I will do everything in my power to ensure the safety of the Resurrected Ones."

The Superintendent of Police felt a chill run down his spine and quickly agreed.

"Go do it, and report the results directly to me."

After hanging up the phone, the Superintendent General wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, strode back to the command vehicle, and beckoned to the head of the Special Operations Division.

"Has the negotiation team arrived?"

"We've arrived and are waiting."

"Tell them to act immediately and negotiate with the killer."

"What's the bottom line?"

"There are no bottom lines. As long as the hostages are released, any condition will be agreed to... The others are just smokescreens; the one in the white hunting robe is the only target."

"What?"

Upon hearing this, the person in charge widened his eyes and showed a look of astonishment.

"Didn't you understand?"

The Superintendent General gave him a cold look, his tone unusually stern.

"No, I'll take care of it right away."

The person in charge nodded quickly.

The order was given quickly, and several negotiation experts wearing bulletproof vests, under the cover of an armed squad, hurried toward the main hall.

Meanwhile, another elite team of six men, taking advantage of the darkness and the shadows of the buildings, quietly infiltrated the mansion from the side and rear.

Inside the main hall, the swordswoman Tomie sat cross-legged amidst the mess, the Resurrector's Sword resting horizontally on her lap.

Her eyes were closed, her breathing long and slow, each inhale seeming to suck away the surrounding air, and each exhale carrying hot white mist.

In order to master this sword, or rather, to master that abundant life force, the swordsman Tomie deliberately entered a deep state of meditation.

Her aura gradually calmed, her consciousness turned inward, and all the noise from the outside world quickly faded away, becoming blurry and distant.

However, her meditative concentration was not as clear and serene as Amamiya Rin's.

Her meditation was more like the concentration before drawing a sword; her mind was like a blade, cutting away all distracting thoughts.

The sharp intent, like a blade, begins in the motor cortex of the brain and cuts downwards along nerve circuits, as if dissecting the body. Skin, muscles, bones, internal organs... the body is no longer a blurry whole, but presents an inner vision that is almost anatomically clear, yet transcends it.

Then, she saw it.

Something so enormous it was almost overflowing was lurking in every part of the body.

It wasn't physical flesh and blood, it wasn't blood, nor was it nerve current; it was a kind of vitality, a feeling of being alive, a more primal and abundant existence.

It is like warm light, or flowing mercury, silently hidden in the deepest part of the body, slowly flowing in the gaps between every inch of flesh and every bone. It is astonishingly vast, yet exceptionally gentle, simply existing quietly, like a sleeping ocean.

This is the life force plundered by the Resurrection Master's sword.

The breathing method operates naturally, and the rhythm of the Red Lotus Breathing Method drives the chest cavity and diaphragm, forming an internal rhythm.

As she inhaled, she visualized her life force being drawn by the tides, converging from all parts of her body towards her dantian.

As you exhale, visualize the gathering life force flowing naturally along the breath channel to your torso.

The first attempt failed.

The vitality only stirred lazily, and most of it remained unchanged.

The second time, things improved slightly.

A small amount of vitality followed the rhythm of breathing, creating irregular fluctuations.

The third time, due to excessive force, white light burst forth from the mouth of the swordsman Tomie.

The fourth time, the fifth time, the sixth time...

Despite numerous failures, the swordswoman Tomie remained calm, for her life force was indeed responding to her breath.

This is only natural. In "The Sword of the Resurrected," the life force injected into the body is like a part of the body, which will react with the movement of the body. When too excited, the life force will be released from the mouth.

Of course, the swordswoman Tomie didn't want this kind of crude approach; she wanted something more refined, something where life force could be controlled by her own will.

With his observational realm fully activated, the sword intent, sharp as a blade, scanned every subtle change in his body as he breathed.

Soon, she found a starting point... the rhythm of breathing.

With the results of nearly a century of breathing technique training, the swordsman Tomie deliberately changed her breathing rhythm. It was no longer the explosiveness of the Crimson Lotus Breathing Technique, nor entirely the etherealness of the Six Mysteries Gate, but a unique rhythm that was somewhere in between.

When you inhale, your mind is like an invisible thread, gently tugging at the dormant life force, drawing it slowly from the deepest part of your internal organs to your torso.

As you exhale, your mind guides the small stream of life force that has been gathered, allowing it to slowly rise along the spine, pass through the back of the neck, flow into the brain, and then slowly sink down to flow into the limbs.

Where vitality flows, it brings a wonderful warmth and strength; it is a solid sense of fullness, as if a dried-up riverbed has been refreshed by a clear spring.

Time loses its meaning in deep meditation.

Maybe a few minutes passed, maybe half an hour.

The Soul Resurrection Sword on the swordsman Tomie's lap seemed to sense the gradually smoothing life force circulation within her body. The warm white light on the sword's blade flowed slightly, subtly matching the rhythm of her breathing.

The damaged sliding door to the main hall was carefully pushed open, and two negotiation experts, protected by four special police officers with shields, slowly stepped in.

They spotted the swordswoman Tomie immediately.

Even seated cross-legged, her exaggerated muscles and keratinized skin exuded an oppressive aura in the dim light. Her eyes were closed, showing no reaction to the intruder; only her chest rose and fell rhythmically, and the short sword on her lap shimmered with a white light that seemed to echo her breath.

The negotiation team leader cleared his throat, raised his hands to indicate that there was no harm, and tried to keep his voice steady.

"We are from the Metropolitan Police Department's negotiation team. Please don't get agitated; we mean no harm. We can discuss terms. As long as you guarantee the safety of the hostages, any demands are negotiable."

Swordswoman Tomie didn't move or open her eyes; only her regular, hot breathing could be heard.

Another negotiation expert stepped forward, speaking in a gentler tone: "We understand you may have your own demands. As long as you guarantee the safety of the hostages, any conditions are negotiable. Money, a safe exit route, even a pardon... all are negotiable."

Swordsman Tomie didn't even blink, her breathing sounding particularly heavy in the silent hall.

The negotiation team leader and his partner exchanged a glance and continued trying: "Continuing this stalemate will not benefit anyone. We are completely surrounded, but if you cooperate, we can ensure your safe departure."

Still silent.

The negotiation expert beside him grew impatient and whispered to the team leader, "Is she simply not hearing me? Or is she stalling for time?"

The team leader shook his head, signaling him to be patient.

He raised his voice slightly, trying to break the eerie silence: "At least give us a response! Even just a nod or a shake of the head! We need to know your intentions!"

Just then—

"hehe."

A soft laugh came from the shadows on the side of the main hall.

The sound wasn't loud, but it had a strange penetrating power, like a feather brushing against the eardrum, or a fine needle gently piercing the nerve.

The negotiation team and the special police all turned to look.

In the shadows, someone was leaning against someone.

Mo Luo Fujiang.

Her long hair was loose, and she casually twirled a strand with her fingertips. She didn't try to strike any pose; she simply stood there, her gaze sweeping over us indifferently.

But in the instant their eyes met—

Two negotiation experts and four SWAT officers with shields all froze at the same time.

Their eyes widened, their pupils involuntarily dilated, and their breathing paused for a moment before becoming heavy.

The professional vigilance on his face vanished as quickly as melting snow, replaced by a blankness mixed with a sense of bewilderment, obsession, and intense longing.

Tomie Moro's lips curled slightly as she took two steps forward and stepped into the brighter light.

Her gaze swept over each blank face, and she spoke softly, her tone languid: "What's all the noise about? That child needs quiet."

"I'm so sorry..." the negotiation team leader apologized almost instinctively, "We didn't mean to disturb you..."

"Please, please forgive me. I'll do anything if you can forgive me!"

Another negotiation expert's gaze was fixed on Moro Tomie's cheeks, and a blush of infatuation appeared on his face. He eagerly walked towards Moro Tomie and reached out to touch her.

"Can you stop for a second? I hate it when other men touch me, my darling will get jealous."

Tomie Moro tilted her head, her smile deepening, a smile that carried an undisguised playfulness.

"Honey……!"

The expressions of the negotiators and special police officers turned ferocious. In that instant, a terrifying killing intent erupted from their hearts. It was an impulse to kill the "darling" that Moro Tomie spoke of, no matter what the cost.

However, as soon as they had this thought, another thought also arose: they absolutely could not let the beautiful woman in front of them be sad or upset.

Two conflicting thoughts tormented their minds, causing their expressions to shift unpredictably, their faces sometimes flushed red and sometimes ashen, creating a very strange scene.

With her hands behind her back, Tomie Mara slowly walked up to them.

"How pitiful, like a puppet on a string... But, I don't have to think about that now."

Her voice was soft and gentle, carrying a hint of pity, yet it seeped into their consciousness like venom.

"Don't think about anything, don't ponder anything, become my slaves, and then you will find happiness."

Her gaze swept over their eyes one by one, and everyone she looked at trembled slightly, their faces flushing with an almost blissful blush.

With just a few words, the negotiation team was completely overwhelmed.