Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

Chaos ensued, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, with ripples spreading rapidly.

Almost every woman who had been sexually assaulted by Tomie was attacked by a man.

The attackers were frantic and used various methods; some carried knives, others set fires. The thick smoke from the fire triggered the alarm, and the piercing ringtone echoed throughout the hospital, frightening patients and their families into fleeing. Nurses and doctors hurriedly maintained order, while caregivers and security guards rushed to the scene of the fire.

Several women from Tomieka also rushed to the burning ward. They shared the suffocating feeling and fear of being trapped in the fire, and rescuing their trapped companions was their most urgent goal.

Spitting out its tentacles, killing the caregiver blocking the door, the woman in the ward opened the door and staggered out amidst billowing smoke and the smell of burning.

However, before they could even see what was happening, a cold light shot straight at them!

A sharp pair of surgical scissors was plunged viciously into the woman's throat.

Blood spurted out, and the woman who had been stabbed froze, staring incredulously at the woman who had stabbed her.

The two locked eyes.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

What they saw was no longer slightly different individuals, but two identical faces—both were the perfect yet chilling face of Tomie Kawakami.

The same fair skin, the same long black hair, the same bangs, the same face shape, and the iconic beauty mark under the corner of her eye.

The only difference might be the distorted expression on his face at this moment.

The perpetrator's face was filled with ruthless madness, while the victim's eyes were filled with intense shock.

"Go to hell! You imposter!"

Tomie, holding surgical scissors, flashed intense disgust and murderous intent in her eyes, and plunged the scissors in again.

"—!"

The woman whose throat had been stabbed convulsed violently, unable to utter a sound. The shock in her eyes quickly turned into resentment, her hateful gaze fixed on Tomie, who was holding surgical scissors, the sharp edge of which remained motionless in front of her throat.

(Get out of here! You're the imposter!)

A powerful will permeated the [Kara Network]... no, it's no longer the [Kara Network]!

Unbeknownst to her, the [Sacred Kara] had already contaminated Tomie's cells, transforming them into Tomie's shape.

The neural network connecting everyone now is the [Tomie Network]!

(You dare say that! You imposters!)

(I am the real Tomie!)

(You're all imposters, you stole my looks!)

……

In an instant, the [Tomie Network] erupted in chaos. Everyone believed that they were the real Tomie and that the others were imposters. They argued endlessly about it, but no one took any further action.

Tomie never kills people herself. While her physical weakness and incompetence are part of the reason, more importantly, once they are injured, their blood will grow into new Tomie. If the wound is too large, a new Tomie may even grow out of the wound.

Their fighting style involves using their charm to manipulate men into fighting on their behalf.

Tomie's ability to indiscriminately spread mental pollution began to spread.

Male medical staff, security guards, and patients fell victim to the scheme one after another. Bewitched by Tomie and her ilk, they stopped maintaining order and became Tomie's accomplices.

"Kill her! Kill that imposter!"

At the end of the corridor, Tomie screamed, pointing to a woman who looked exactly like her not far away. She was surrounded by three bewildered caregivers, their eyes glazed over, holding sharp scalpels and heavy fire extinguishers as weapons.

"Imitation! Don't get too cocky! I am the real Tomie!"

The woman who was accused refused to back down. Behind her stood two men in hospital gowns, who, though walking unsteadily, still had an undiminished fervor in their eyes.

"Gouge out that imposter's eyes!"

One of Tomie gave orders to her followers, her voice sweet yet chilling.

"Tear her mouth apart! Let's see if she can still spout nonsense!"

Another Tomie retorted in a shrill voice.

The hospital gradually turned into a frenzied arena, where women like Tomie used their charm to seduce the men in the hospital.

A single glance or a plea can turn medical staff who want to maintain order against each other, turning them into tools for mutual destruction.

Piercing screams, agonizing cries, the sounds of flesh colliding, and the shattering of objects mingled together, drowning out the fire alarm. Thick smoke and chaos billowed from the burning ward, and the entire hospital spiraled out of control at an alarming rate.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck him!"

Amamiya Rin, leaning on her crutches, hid in the nurses' station with a group of nurses.

Looking at the chaos outside, he cursed repeatedly, his face ashen and his forehead covered in cold sweat.

Through [Fujiang Network], the pain of being pierced, having his throat slit, being burned, and being struck hard surged through his cranial nerves like layers of raging waves.

That's nothing, just enduring pain. He suffered far more pain in the nightmare world.

What's even more terrifying is that Tomie's thoughts are also interfering with his cognition.

The screams, arguments, and vicious curses of twenty-five Tomie pierced his consciousness like countless needles.

A sudden surge of inexplicable irritability and aggression welled up inside me.

Yu Gonglin glanced at a pair of scissors that had been left lying around on the counter, and a vague thought flashed through his mind: Pick it up, rush out, shut those noisy women up, and chop them to pieces...

As soon as the thought arose, Amamiya Rin shook her head violently and bit her tongue hard.

The sharp pain brought him to his senses for a moment, and a metallic taste filled his mouth.

No, I absolutely cannot let those thoughts continue, absolutely not! Otherwise, I'll go crazy!

"Has everyone gone mad? What's going on?!"

Miss Yuko grabbed Amamiya Rin's arm, her voice trembling as she looked at the group of people wrestling in the corridor.

Chaos erupted at the nurses' station. Several young nurses huddled together in a corner, tears streaming down their faces from fear.

Another, older nurse was huddled under the counter, already having taken out her phone, her fingers trembling as she pressed the screen.

"Feed? Hey! This is Morita Hospital! They've all gone mad! Police, we need a lot of people! Help..."

She shouted incoherently into the phone.

The scene in the corridor outside was like a battlefield.

The smoke grew thicker and thicker, and the pungent smell of burning mixed with the stench of blood wafted in. The patients, caregivers, and doctors, as if possessed, had wild, chaotic eyes and were fighting and slashing at each other over the women who looked exactly alike.

This inexplicable riot was beyond the nurses' comprehension.

They couldn't understand what had happened. Just a few minutes ago everything was fine, and there were no warning signs at all. Suddenly, the men picked up weapons and started attacking each other.

"Could it be a virus that targets men?"

An older nurse speculated, her eyes involuntarily glancing at Amamiya Rin, her gaze revealing apprehension and resistance.

Although this man didn't fight each other like the other men, his occasional contorted expression suggested that he wasn't entirely safe.