Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

As the car entered the streets of Akasaka, the scenery outside the window gradually changed from ordinary street scenes to a quiet tree-lined avenue. The ginkgo trees on both sides of the road were neatly arranged, their branches and leaves swaying gently in the evening breeze, and the setting sun cast dappled light and shadow on the ground through the gaps in the leaves.

Soon, the main gate of Changyi Shrine came into view at the edge of the horizon.

It was a typical Japanese shrine, but more solemn than ordinary rural shrines, with dark gray tiled roofs and vermilion pillars and beams that gleamed with a warm glow in the setting sun.

The entrance was already filled with all kinds of luxury cars. Men in black suits and women in gorgeous kimonos walked in twos and threes, and occasionally you could hear a few polite greetings.

The car stopped at the main gate. Chang Xiying rushed out first and eagerly opened the car door for Fu Jiang. Yu Gonglin pushed open the car door from the other side and got out. He looked up and his expression gradually disappeared, becoming indifferent.

Before coming, Amamiya Rin had a fortune teller predict his itinerary for the day.

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An hour ago, in the fortune-telling room, the solid wood table that had been broken in two had been moved to a corner, and the fortune teller had replaced it with a low table placed in the center of the room. The black veil still covered half of his face, but his eyes, which had been drawn out before, now only showed obedience and blank confusion.

"...As a witch, my magic comes from my hair. My soul resides in my hair, and the longer my hair, the stronger my inspiration and magic. Divination and curses are all derivative applications of magic. Through tarot card divination, I can foresee other people's past and future to a certain extent. Through voodoo artifacts made from my hair, I can sever other people's heads. Due to the effect of the curse, as long as the head is not separated from the body for a long time, life can continue. If the person is still alive when the curse wears off, the head will return to its original state."

Under the orders of Amamiya Rin, the diviner brain, controlled by Tomie, honestly explained his abilities and origins.

This fortune teller is a natural-born superhuman, from a witch clan that migrated from the West. The magic she possesses is similar to that of native Onmyoji and psychics, all being techniques built upon impressions and understanding of their respective cultures.

Although its combat power is not great, its divination and curse abilities are excellent.

More importantly, according to the fortune teller, there is more than one witch; she knows other witches and magicians, which opens the door to a new world for Amamiya Rin.

When he has free time, he will definitely go and visit them.

"I'll divine my plans for tonight."

But today was not the time. After confirming the fortune teller's abilities, Amamiya Rin gave him the task of divination.

The fortune teller picked up the tarot cards from the table and, as before, carefully shuffled them three times before spreading them out on the low table in a neat fan shape.

Please draw three cards.

Amamiya Rin's fingertips swept across the cards, and she decisively drew out three cards.

The fortune teller turned over the first card.

The scales on the card are tilted and the sword is upside down, representing justice reversed.

"Justice in its upright position represents the judgment of rules, fairness, and the law, while Justice in its reversed position signifies the failure of secular rules. Evils that should be punished are hidden by power and wealth, concealed beneath a glamorous exterior, and do not receive the judgment they deserve. Fairness has long been rotten, and right and wrong have been artificially reversed. The place you are going to this evening is just like that."

After saying that, the fortune teller turned over the second card.

On the card, a knight in a red robe rides a white horse, holding a sharp sword aloft. Behind him lies a conquered city, and the wind whips his cloak, conveying an indomitable spirit—the upright Knight of Swords.

"The Knight of Swords upright represents ultimate decisiveness, swift action, and unquestionable execution. This card appearing here means you will make a choice, and once made, there will be no turning back. The Knight of Swords charges without considering the consequences; once the sword is drawn, it will not be sheathed until the dust has settled."

After saying that, the fortune teller turned over the third card.

On the card, the Tower is struck by lightning, the crown on top of the Tower falls, and two people fall from the height. It is the Tower in the upright position.

"The Tower, upright. A sudden disaster, an unpredictable collapse, all false order crumbles in an instant. Those who stand atop the tower, believing themselves to be forever superior, will fall into the abyss at the most unexpected moment."

The fortune teller gathered the three cards together, looked up, and gave a summary to Amamiya Rin.

"Where the laws of the world fail, the Knight of the Sword brings indiscriminate death, the tower of power collapses, and those on its heights fall to their deaths."

"……Yeah?"

A sharp glint flashed in Yu Gonglin's eyes.

"An interesting interpretation."

The reversed Justice, the upright Knight of Swords, and the upright Tower—these three Tarot cards didn't require much explanation; Amamiya Rin already understood their general meaning.

It seems the evening's itinerary is not going to go smoothly.

—Let's go back to the present.

The torii gate of Tsōgi Shrine cast long shadows in the setting sun. Amamiya Rin stood in front of the vermilion pillars, looking up into the depths of the shrine.

The outline of the main hall appeared somewhat blurred in the twilight, and the roof tiles reflected the last bit of light, as if coated with a layer of dark gold film.

The sound of Kagura drifted from afar, melodious and slow, as if flowing from another era.

"Ah Lin?"

A gentle voice sounded in her ear, and slender fingers slipped between Amamiya Rin's fingers. The two intertwined their fingers, and Amamiya Rin turned her head to look at Moro Tomie, her expression calm and composed.

"I'll need your help later."

Don't worry.

Tomie Moro smiled slightly, a look of understanding appearing on her beautiful face.

The two seemed to have an exceptionally good understanding, like a perfect couple. Seeing this, Tomie Nakukai felt her eyelids twitch uncontrollably.

"What are you pretending to be innocent for?"

She stepped forward, bumping her shoulder into Tomie Maro, her face full of disgust.

His sturdy physique, even without much effort, made Tomie Mara stagger.

"Are you treating us like strangers? Everyone knows that your desires and demonic nature are the strongest. Now you're putting on this innocent and peaceful act, who do you think you can fool?"

"Ahhh~"

Moro Tomie slumped into Amamiya Rin's arms, gasped, her brows furrowed, and she bit her lip with her white teeth, as if enduring the pain of being assaulted by Koukai Tomie.

"Stop pretending!"

Upon seeing this scene, Tomie felt a surge of anger rising within her. She clenched her fists, unable to resist the urge to beat up this pretentious imposter.

"Shouldn't we stop making a scene in this kind of situation?"

Amamiya Rin raised his hand and gently grasped the wrist of the flesh-cut Tomie. His voice was tinged with helplessness as he looked at the Mara Tomie.

While Tomie could not sense the flesh-modified flesh, the ever-present influence of Mara Tomie could not escape his perception.

"hey-hey!"

Tomie Moro blinked and revealed a sly smile. Despite having done something bad, she acted like a little girl, making it hard to feel any disgust towards her.

"This imposter is getting more and more brazen! After the wedding banquet is over today, don't stop me, I'm going to teach her a lesson she won't forget."

Meat-modified Tomie belatedly realized she had been tricked, and blushed furiously as she spoke.

"Hmm... I support you emotionally."

Amamiya Rin was speechless for a moment. When it came to dealing with people, Moro Tomie was invincible. No matter how strong the flesh-modified Tomie was, her spirit was too weak. If they really fought, she wouldn't come out on top. However... Moro Tomie should be able to keep a good balance.

We can't ask him for help, can we? If he gets involved in the struggle between Tomie and others, it will inevitably cause a war.

Chang Xiying stood to the side, watching the interaction between the three, her expression changing repeatedly.

I'm supposed to be the host here, but now I feel like a superfluous passerby.

His gaze toward Amamiya Rin was filled with jealousy and envy.

Chang Xiying took a deep breath, forced a polite smile back onto her face, took half a step forward, and said softly.

"Amamiya-kun, Kawakami-san, Tomie-san, the auspicious time is approaching. Please move into the hall."

Upon hearing this, Amamiya Rin nodded, and the two Tomie stopped their antics. Mara Tomie straightened up from Amamiya Rin's embrace, straightened her clothes, and the cunning on her face disappeared, replaced by her gentle demeanor. Meat-modified Tomie, on the other hand, snorted coldly and turned her head away.

Chang Xiying led the way, but her gaze kept drifting towards Moro Tomie. However, each time her eyes met Moro Tomie, it was as if an invisible hand pushed her away, unable to linger, and she would turn back to Moro Tomie, lingering on her body.

Passing through the approach, there is a small, independent building on the side of the shrine hall. It is built in the traditional style of a sleeping palace, with black tiles, white walls, and a cypress bark roof. A white wooden lantern hangs in front of the door, with the three characters "Changxi Family" written in ink on it.

Two young men stood in front of the building, wearing crested haori and hakama with their family crests pinned to their chests. Upon seeing Chang Xiying emerge, they bowed slightly, their gazes lingering for a moment on the faces of Amamiya Rin and the two Tomie women, a hint of amazement flashing across their eyes.

Chang Xiying did not linger and pushed open the building's door directly.

Inside the door was a spacious Japanese-style hall, with Ryukyu tatami mats on the floor. The air was filled with the scent of tatami grass and a faint aroma of sandalwood. Many guests had already arrived, chatting quietly in twos and threes, with occasional soft laughter that quickly subsided.

The moment Amamiya Rin and the other two stepped into the hall, the air seemed to freeze.

Dozens of gazes swept over at the same time, most of which simply passed over Moro Tomie, treating her as nothing more than air, while Kokukai Tomie attracted a lot of attention.

Her level of existence was so high that even without speaking, just standing there, her presence was like a mountain, impossible to ignore.

The female guests stared in amazement at Tomie's figure, then quickly noticed Amamiya Rin beside her, their expressions turning somewhat ambiguous.

The male guests' eyes were glued to Tomie Kokukai, their gazes filled with lust, possessiveness, and love, unable to look away.

She accepted those gazes with composure, her chin slightly raised, a proud smile playing on her lips.

"My name is Saionji. May I ask this young lady's surname?"

In an instant, Amamiya Rin and Tomie became the focus of this wedding banquet that had not yet started. Soon, someone came over to chat with them. He was a middle-aged man in his forties. He politely bowed to Tomie, but his gaze lingered on her face for a period of time that clearly exceeded the bounds of social etiquette.

"So verbose!"

"Meat-modified Tomie said without any politeness."

Unlike the ordinary Tomie, although she enjoys people's admiration and pursuit, she has no interest in reciprocating.

Arrogant people only need to take the attention of others for granted, at most casting a glance.

Saionji's smile froze. Clearly, he hadn't expected to be criticized for being long-winded simply for asking how he should address someone.

Is this nitpicking?

"Find me a place to rest. How long do you expect me to keep standing?"

Too lazy to pay attention to Saionji's meat-changing Tomie, she turned her head and glanced at Tsuneki Eiichi, asking impatiently.

Please come with me.

Chang Xiying gave Xiyuanji an apologetic look, and then led the way with great enthusiasm to the place that had been arranged earlier.

Meat-modified Tomie sat down with an air of authority, and Amamiya Rin sat down next to her, while Mara Tomie disappeared without a trace.

Saionji's smile finally crumbled.

Although Tomie's allure was strong enough, it would be difficult to charm everyone without taking the initiative. Not wanting to lose face in this situation, Saionji chuckled twice, turned around and left, chatting with others to avoid his embarrassment.

However, Saionji's approach was just the beginning.

Tomie's charm is truly immense, especially after her life level has been elevated, making it easier for the weak to approach her, and people keep coming up to chat with her.

A middle-aged woman in a kimono lingered her gaze on Amamiya Rin's face, asking him if he was engaged. Judging from her infatuated look, she didn't seem to be looking for a husband for her daughter, but rather for a lover for herself.

A wealthy businessman with a potbelly handed his business card to Tomie Meatball, saying that he owned a members-only club in Ginza and hoped she would do him the honor of visiting.

Young Chinese men, holding wine glasses, surrounded Rougai Furi, offering their hospitality in a flurry of words.

Tomie enjoyed being watched, but had no patience to respond, causing those who considered themselves superior to leave bored. Even so, she still attracted attention, drawing five or six men to surround her, and the eyes of the departing men always lingered on her.

Amamiya Rin, on the other hand, always maintained a polite yet distant attitude, neither warm nor rude, like an uninteresting stone, which only made the noblewomen more eager to conquer and curious.

The two of them were practically stealing the show. The real protagonists of the wedding banquet hadn't even appeared yet, but they had already made the atmosphere very lively. This annoyed the servants of Chang Xi's family and the branch family members who were hosting the wedding banquet. Displeased eyes were cast at Chang happy Ying from all directions.

But Chang Xiying was completely unaware and continued to fawn over Rou Gaifujiang in vain.