Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

Swordswoman Tomie, carrying the Resurrection Sword, stepped across the threshold of the main hall, her body still reeking of blood and gunpowder.

In the dimly lit hall, Tomie Moro leaned back in a fairly intact chair, twirling a strand of her long hair between her fingers, her expression relaxed and carefree.

Those powerful figures, politicians, and ethnic Chinese, numbering over twenty, were kneeling neatly on the ground at that moment.

They bowed their heads, their hands on the ground, in complete submission, their burning gazes fixed on the feet of Mara Tomie.

The waitress knelt nearby, holding a cup of hot tea carefully in both hands.

"Congratulations! You've obtained the Soul-Returning Sword, and your strength has reached a new level."

Tomie Moro took the teacup, took a sip, and placed it back in the waitress's hand, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"There's nothing to congratulate you on."

"I am a swordsman," said Tomie coldly, his gaze sweeping across the room.

"What about you? Have you got everything sorted out?"

"Come on, say something."

Tomie Moro raised her foot and stepped on the head of a bald, middle-aged man in front of her.

"Woof! Woof!"

The man's face was plastered with obsequiousness. He didn't even lift his head, but knelt on the ground and started barking like a dog.

"Look, it's very simple. They are inherently greedy, ignorant, and angry. To draw out their demonic thoughts and create new personalities to replace the old ones is a piece of cake for me."

Moro Tomie's eyes crinkled as she spoke with great interest.

"First, create an illusionary world of the animal realm among the three evil realms in their minds, causing their personalities to fall into ignorance and delusion, killing each other, being enslaved and slaughtered by others, and developing the perception that they are dogs. Then implant in them the subconscious idea that I am their master and they must obey my will or they will be slaughtered and eaten. However, they retain their memories as humans, so even though they are dogs, they can still perform the work of politicians."

Although it was said in a lighthearted way, the swordsman Tomie knew all too well how terrifying it was to be able to modify the personalities of dozens of people in just half an hour.

Even though she completed the Six Paths and Five Wheels: Kurikara Heavenly Phenomenon with the power of the Resurrection Sword, in terms of spiritual realm, she was still far inferior to this imposter.

"Well then... you take care of cleaning the floor, I'll be going now."

Swordsman Tomie nodded slightly, then turned and left.

Having already fought to this extent, she didn't intend to continue. If she continued, she wouldn't be facing guns and cannons, but missiles raining down on the ground.

Not to mention that she couldn't withstand that kind of power, the turbulent society was not suitable for her and Ah Lin to live a normal life.

"OK, leave the rest to me."

Moro Tomie did not get up, but simply waved casually to say goodbye to the swordsman Tomie.

She glanced at the maid beside her and began to assign her a very important task.

"Clean the floor thoroughly, making sure not a single drop of her blood remains."

Gradually taking control of this country is the work for the future; the current task, as the swordsman Tomie said, is to clean up the mess.

The swordswoman Tomie lost a lot of blood in the battle; if left unchecked, it would just result in another bunch of imposters.

The conference hall is located 100 meters below the surface.

Representing the very core of how this country truly functions, they sat on either side of the long table.

The stench of decaying old people wafted out and flowed away through the ventilation ducts, but the atmosphere inside remained heavy, as if a mountain were pressing down on it.

At the front of the room, a large projection screen was playing images that looked like a fantasy movie.

The scene is filled with a cloud of blood mist, a terrifying four-armed giant, a fireball from a helicopter exploding in mid-air, and the moment a command vehicle is crushed. The final shot is of a woman holding a sword, followed by a close-up of the battlefield littered with wreckage.

The playback ended, and the screen turned a deep gray. The overhead lights were turned up slightly, illuminating the ashen faces of the elderly.

"Preliminary casualty statistics."

The woman in the suit held a paper report, her face bitter, and a look of fear flashed in her eyes.

"127 police officers and special operations personnel were killed in action, 41 were seriously injured and rendered incapacitated, and the Superintendent General, Deputy Superintendent General and his entourage... were all killed in action. All three new helicopters were destroyed."

After she finished reading, she closed her mouth, beads of sweat sliding down her face.

No one spoke, only heavy breathing and the uneasy tapping of fingers on the table.

"monster."

Aso forced out two words through clenched teeth, his fingers trembling slightly, whether from anger or fear, it was hard to tell.

"A naked monster! That's not human at all!"

It is a consensus that humans cannot become that powerful. Even with all sorts of modifications, they cannot defeat an entire army single-handedly.

"continue."

Tokugawa's eyes were half-open, and he gave the order in a calm tone.

"The murderer's appearance is 90% similar to that of Tomie Kawakami. If there are no surprises, the murderer should be a variant of Tomie Kawakami."

The secretary continued.

"Tomie Kawakami?"

Yoshida's expression was strange. He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but then his suspicions grew even stronger.

As long as it's not the kind of vengeful spirit that can trace back through bloodlines, it doesn't seem like the worst situation? But the answer itself is so absurd that it sends chills down your spine.

"What nonsense are you spouting? Tomie Kawakami? That kind of weak woman who can only seduce men, who wiped out more than a hundred members of a special police force in one go?"

Matsuura suddenly looked up, his eyes wide, his voice rising in astonishment as he shouted in disbelief.

The people around looked at each other, their faces filled with disbelief and subconscious resistance.

This answer challenges their preconceived notions even more than the unknown monster.

Tomie Kawakami, wielding only a knife and a sword, hacked through a fully armed special police unit? Even a lamb running over and killing a brown bear wouldn't be this exaggerated!

Tomie Kawakami, who had never shown any power before, suddenly became a slayer.

Who can believe it? Who would want to believe it?

The secretary remained silent and did not offer any rebuttal.

"Shut up, any information delivered here can't be false."

Tokugawa frowned, his voice revealing barely suppressed irritation and panic.

"You saw the long-range video recording too. That woman was severely injured during the attack, but she recovered completely in just over ten seconds. That's the self-healing ability and immortality that only Kawakami Tomie possesses! That's right! Although we don't know why Kawakami Tomie underwent this transformation, that woman is definitely Kawakami Tomie!"

"It is indeed Kawakami Tomie... Even so, we can't treat her as Kawakami Tomie anymore. Her mental state is completely different from Kawakami Tomie's; she's just a sword demon with an immortal body!"

The old man, whose surname was Jiutiao, said in a deep voice.

Tokugawa was speechless. He opened his eyes, his old face filled with helplessness and barely concealed unease.

Those who consider themselves the rulers of the gods share the same feeling at this moment: a long-lost sense of powerlessness.

Now, it's pointless to even find out who killed the city's killer.

Who knows how many tens of thousands of Tomie Kawakami are in this world? The sword demon, whose strength is enough to fight against an army, also has the ability to regenerate from a drop of blood. What is the point of knowing this, other than to make people feel despair?