Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"You think...you think I'll be grateful to you for this? You think! You think I'll be grateful to Hinako for this? You think! Hinako will be happy that I'm the only one who survived, that I watched my kin being killed?"

Tokihisa's voice was hoarse, his eyes were bloodshot, and his chest was heaving violently.

He stared intently at Rougai Tomie, his hair standing on end, his crimson vertical pupils reflecting the corpses scattered on the ground and the woman covered in blood.

He knows Hinako! Hinako is definitely not that kind of person!

If it were Hinako, her feelings would definitely be taken into consideration, and the harmless fox spirit clan would be allowed to return to the mountains.

Meat-modified Tomie stood still, tilting her head to look at him, as if she were looking at a mouse whose tail had been stepped on and was still struggling.

"What are you talking about?"

Meat-Gai Tomie tilted his head, and a happy smile slowly spread across his face.

That smile held no warmth whatsoever, only a pure, almost naive malice.

"I don't care about your feelings, and I don't care what Hinako thinks either."

She took a step forward, her boots sinking into the pool of blood, splashing up a small patch of dark red water.

"On the contrary, I'd be very happy if Hinako was unhappy, hehehehe!"

Toki Hisashi was stunned.

He saw an expression on that face that he had never seen before.

It was pure pleasure, a heartfelt joy from watching others suffer. It had nothing to do with anger or hatred, only a childlike cruelty.

"Why!? Why?! Aren't you Ultraman Seven's assistant? Ultraman Seven, would he allow you to do something like this?"

Toki Hisashi's voice began to tremble.

Why?

Meat-changing Tomie asked flippantly.

"Who told her to become that person's human form? Even though she's not Tomie, she's closer to that person than Tomie... It really annoys me."

Gradually, Meat-Changing Tomie's face became ferocious.

Because Hinako became Amamiya Rin's human form.

Because that girl from the countryside, that ordinary girl who couldn't be more ordinary, was actually closer to Amamiya Rin than she was.

Why should she? Just an ordinary, ugly woman!

"So I thought, if I do something that makes her unhappy, will I be happy? Let's give it a try."

Meat-modified Tomie's words were filled with naked malice.

"As it turned out, I was actually quite happy."

No matter what kind of Tomie she is, no matter how different she usually behaves from other Tomies, no matter how much her outward personality and physique have changed from Kawakami Tomie.

Tomie Kawakami remains Tomie Kawakami, embodying all the malice associated with women: vanity, arrogance, jealousy, selfishness, cruelty, and fickleness. The dark side of humanity is magnified infinitely in her.

"you……"

Chang happy Shouxing felt a chill all over his body.

At that moment, the surrounding night wind seemed to solidify into a cold, gelatinous substance, and the stench of blood on the ground became thick and pungent. The instant it entered his nostrils, it felt as if countless tiny tentacles were crawling into his skull through his respiratory tract, disrupting his remaining rationality.

"Don't worry about Ultraman, he won't blame me."

"Meat-modified Tomie said confidently."

"Because I didn't kill humans, but monsters that would harm them, even if he knew my thoughts, he would only sigh and wouldn't do anything to me."

Tomie is a clever yet foolish woman. If she wants to, even with her brute strength, she can still find a way to maintain a balance.

Tokiyuki stared blankly at the meat-modified Tomie in front of him, his gaze beginning to distort uncontrollably.

The blood-soaked figure before him was no longer the human woman he had briefly encountered; instead, it had become an indescribable malice.

That face, with its innocent smile, stripped away the human skin to reveal the eerie outline hidden beneath—pure malice and a twisted mind.

Those flippant and malicious words were no longer clear human voices, but instead turned into chaotic and disordered murmurs, washing over his nerves.

The human understanding painstakingly built up over more than a decade, and the obsession with being a fox spirit clan, shattered like fragile glass in the face of this pure, illogical malice.

Tokiyuki's consciousness seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss of chaos. The screams of his clansmen before their deaths and Tomie's mocking laughter mingled in his ears. Before his eyes was endless blood and twisted malice. His once clear self-awareness became blurred. His half-human, half-fox body trembled uncontrollably. A faint cracking sound came from the depths of his soul. His heart was plunged into intense chaos and despair.

"Kill me."

Suddenly, Tokihisa's voice became calm, like a stagnant pool.

"Since you enjoy killing so much, then kill me too."

"Kill you? No, no, no, you've got something wrong."

Meat-modified Tomie shook her head and said casually.

"My hobby isn't killing, it's working out, so stop saying such meaningless things. You should live well, and continue living as the last descendant of the Toki clan."

She paused, as if thinking about something interesting, and then suddenly laughed.

"By the way, let's change your name. How about 'Ballu'? It sounds like it suits you perfectly."

"you--!"

Tokihisa's claws dug into his palm, and blood dripped down his crimson fur.

"Also, don't think about suicide."

Meat-modified Tomie interrupted him, saying cheerfully.

"We have methods to resurrect you; even if you die, we can bring you back. So—"

She patted Tokihisa's shoulder lightly, but Tokihisa's legs went weak and he almost knelt down.

"Just keep living like this, in this pain, hehehehe."

Rou Gaifujiang withdrew his hand, turned around and walked towards the worship hall with light steps, as if he had just done something that made him feel happy.

Tokiyuki stood there, trembling, watching the woman's figure disappear into the shadows of the worship hall, but he had lost even the courage to move.

Inside the shop, Tomie Moro leaned against a pillar, with Rin Amamiya resting on her shoulder, breathing steadily and fast asleep.

She had one arm around Yu Gonglin's body, and the other hand rested on her chest, her fingertips casually twirling the ends of her hair.

Rougai Fujiang stepped into the worship hall, his boots leaving dark red footprints on the stone slabs.

Tomie looked at her, her eyes reflecting the blood-red light that filled the courtyard, and a beautiful curve appeared on her lips.

"Thanks for your hard work."

She spoke softly, her voice gentle, like melting honey.

Sakiko Igarashi huddled in the shadows, looking at the blood-soaked Tomie and the courtyard littered with corpses, her stomach churning.

Is this Ultraman's assistant? Ultraman Seven's companion?

Her mind was buzzing.

The image of Ultraman Seven's radiant form surfaced in her mind, while his frivolous laughter still echoed in her ears, mingling with the scene of the murder she had just witnessed, leaving her mind in complete chaos.