Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

In the bedroom on the second floor, the shrill laughter almost lifted the ceiling.

Tomie and the others laughed until tears streamed down their faces. They were like girls on a school trip, rolling around on the bed.

The laughter was loud and energetic, overflowing with a joyful atmosphere, as if tearing a crack open in the gloom that had accumulated in the house for many years.

In the first-floor restroom, Tomie Kawakami hangs silently in mid-air.

Her eyes had lost their sparkle, her toes drooped limply, and her silent figure intertwined with the lamplight, forming an eerie silhouette.

An old-fashioned light bulb makes a faint buzzing sound due to poor contact, and a faucet that is not completely turned off drips and taps on the tiles, but there are no other sounds.

The temperature dropped lower and lower, and the chill was no longer flowing air, but a solidified entity, like deathly air rising from the depths of the earth, mixed with angry malice, churning like boiling water.

"Snapped!"

The light bulb suddenly exploded with a cracking sound, and glass shards fell like raindrops. Darkness completely engulfed the narrow space, leaving only the sound of laughter seeping in through the crack in the door.

The dry hair wrapped around Tomie's neck began to wriggle, like a living leech, slowly loosening its restraints.

"Bang!"

The body fell softly to the ground with a dull thud, its head tilting unnaturally to one side.

The hairs receded into the filthy black stain on the ceiling, the stain becoming even darker, like an inkwell soaked in blood and resentment.

A viscous malice seeped out from there, pressing heavily into the air.

The edges of the stain no longer blurred; instead, they seemed to shrink inward like a living thing, as if they had completely seeped into the ceiling, corroding the walls and spreading upwards.

"Quick! Flip it again, see what other fun things there are!"

Tomie and the others were completely unaware. Kawakami Tomie reached out and grabbed the notebook that was lying on the bed.

Turn the page.

"...Today, Takeo, who found this notebook, killed me. After repeatedly bullying me, he cut my body into a thousand pieces, then put my corpse in a plastic garbage bag and placed it on the ceiling..."

Why can dead people write diaries?

Nobody cares about such a small thing.

There wasn't anything particularly interesting, so Kawakami Tomie turned a few more pages.

"...This salesman named Murakami and his family moved into my house, acting as if it belonged to me, and completely changed the appearance of my home..."

Those guys look so happy and content. It's because of people like them who monopolize happiness that happiness never seems to come my way...

I first attacked and killed my eldest daughter, Kanai, then killed my eldest son, Takeshi, and incidentally killed Takeshi's lovely girlfriend as well... I killed my mother, Noriko... I killed the head of the family, Keiichi Murakami, and the Murakami family was completely wiped out..."

Tomie Kawakami casually glanced at the murder entries in the diary, then flipped through a few more pages, all of which were Kayako's own accounts of how she killed what kind of people.

"whispering sound!"

Tomie Kawakami made a contemptuous sound.

"It's all just boring stuff."

An ordinary person would probably be terrified by this Death Note.

However, in Tomie Kawakami's memory, her methods of death were a hundred times, a thousand times, more varied than Kayako's!

"It's normal. Even if this lowly ugly woman dies, it won't make any difference. She finally gained power, so she'll definitely want to accomplish what she couldn't do in life, which means killing those who are stronger and happier than her."

Tomie, who was next to her, leaned to the right and lay flat on the double bed, speaking in a mocking tone.

"To destroy someone else's happiness when you can't have your own is a vulgar and pointless thing to do."

Tomie Kawakami commented smugly, seemingly unconcerned about whether or not someone had committed murder.

But it was all too ordinary; just killing someone.

Tomie Kawakami was about to toss the notebook aside, but then she suddenly changed her mind and turned to the last page.

I don't know why, but it seems like we have to do it this way.

"Today, four noisy women came to my place. I hate them more than any other guys who have broken into my house. Every class has its top performers, and they're the kind of people who can act with impunity and are more arrogant than anyone else..."

"I killed one of them. While she was combing her hair, I strangled her with my hair, hung her up, and strangled her to death. It was really funny to see her struggling..."

The last page is the record of Kawakami Tomie's murder!

"Oh, that guy's dead."

Tomie and her ilk reacted indifferently upon seeing this page of text.

"The first one to be taken down, how shameful."

"Unfortunately, it was strangulation."

Tomie and the others' conversation was like high school girls discussing where to go for dessert after school; their expressions were indifferent and even a little disdainful.

If strangled, without significant bleeding, the victim can be revived in just a few minutes.

"Giggle...giggle...giggle..."

Just then, a strange noise came from the wardrobe at the foot of the bed.

It sounded like a groan from someone whose throat was blocked, or like bones twisting and grinding together; the intermittent sounds were exceptionally clear in the bedroom.

The three Tomie girls stopped laughing and joking at the same time. They sat or lay down and all turned their heads to look at the source of the sound.

The old wardrobe, which was tightly closed, suddenly slid open a crack. Looking through the crack, the darkness inside was as thick as liquid.

A sinister malice flowed out as if it were a tangible force, filling the entire bedroom.

Tomie's body trembled slightly, not from fear, but from some more primal instinct.

"What...what the hell is that...?"

Under immense, malicious pressure, their bodies stiffened, and even breathing became difficult.

The wardrobe door was pushed open even wider.

A pale figure slowly crawled out of the wardrobe in an extremely unnatural posture.

She wore a dirty white dress, her long black hair was disheveled like seaweed, her ashen face was covered with dried blood, her eyes were bloodshot and wide open, her gaze revealing naked malice and resentment as she stared intently at the three women in the room.

"Giggle...giggle..."

Kayako lay on the ground, her neck twisted at an eerie angle, on all fours, like a giant humanoid spider, slowly crawling towards them.

"Ugly woman..."

Kawakami Tomie looked at Kayako with disgust. She tried to straighten up, but was unable to move because of the oppressive aura emanating from her.

The sound she made drew Kayako's attention to her face.

Intense anger and intense jealousy filled Kayako's gaze, which carried a certain power that oppressed Tomie's mind and squeezed her heart.

"Don't get too cocky, you lowly clown. Someone like you should only show me one attitude: utter shame!"

Tomie forced herself to cover her incredibly heavy chest, her eyes revealing a malice no less intense than Kayako's, the two clashing in the air.

"Giggle...giggle..."

Kayako made a strange noise in her throat, her tilted head slowly turned, and her stained white skirt dragged across the ground as she crawled toward Tomie Kawakami in a contorted posture.

A chilling coldness seeped into Tomie Kawakami's body.

It seeped into Tomie Kawakami's body from her ears, nasal cavity, eye sockets, mouth, and every pore, freezing every muscle in her. The surrounding air, carrying a foul, damp, and musty smell, enveloped Tomie Kawakami's body.

"Get out...! Get away from me! You disgusting uglier monster!"

Tomie tried to move backward, but her hands and feet felt like they were made of lead, and it was extremely difficult for her to even lift a single finger.

Kayako climbed onto the double bed.

She stretched out a pale, swollen hand, her fingernails filled with black grime, and reached for Tomie's ankle.

"Don't use your dirty hands—!"

"Snap!"

Before the words were even finished, the sound of bones shattering was exceptionally clear. Under Kayako's claws, Tomie's ankle broke like a withered branch.

"hiss--!"

Tomie tilted her head back in pain, letting out a gasp that quickly turned into a trembling sneer.

"You tasteless ugly freak... Don't touch me with that dirty hand of yours..."

There was no fear whatsoever, only a primal bodily reaction and a contemptuous scorn.

You're nothing special. Compared to your violence, your dirty and ugly touch hurt me more.

Tomie Kawakami seemed to have uttered these words without saying a word.

In an instant, the cold and oppressive atmosphere seemed to boil over like water.

Just like Kayako's anger, the rage of being mocked turned into an invisible flame, burning Kayako's pride.

Kayako's ashen face twisted and became ferocious, her bloodshot eyes fixed on Tomie's face.

She climbed up Tomie's body, raised her cold hand, and groped Tomie's cheek, roughly prying open her teeth.

The fingernail pierced Tomie's mouth, scraping against her palate, bringing a nauseating sensation of something foreign.

"Click—"

A chilling sound of bones cracking suddenly rang out.

Tomie's jaw was forced open at an unnatural angle, her skin and muscles were brutally torn, her mouth was split almost to her ears, and the gushing blood stained her neck and the sheets.

Tomie's eyes were wide open from the excruciating pain, and her body convulsed violently, but she was pinned to the bed by Kayako's strength.

Kayako didn't stop. She inserted her bloodied fingers along the torn wound, digging deep into Tomie's throat and pulling it down forcefully.

"Sizzle—!"

More blood spurted out, revealing that Tomie Kawakami's throat and part of her trachea had been brutally torn open, leaving only a bloody, mangled fracture at the base of her neck.

That beautiful head tilted back limply, and its usually arrogant eyes gradually lost their luster.

Kayako loosened her grip on the limp corpse, turned her crooked head, and stared at the other two Tomies on the bed with her bloodshot eyes.

"Ah! I've been killed again!"

Tomie clicked her tongue and shouted exaggeratedly.

"This is a real nuisance; there's blood everywhere."

The other Tomie frowned and said unhappily.

With so much blood, at least five or six imposters could be born.

Kayako's calm demeanor transformed into the embodiment of anger. She couldn't understand why Kawakami Tomie could be so composed. All she wanted to do now was tear Kawakami Tomie's face apart, so that composed expression would never appear again.

Kayako stretched out her hands and pressed them down on both sides of Tomie's head.

A twisted smile spread across his face, hidden by his long hair.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud as if striking her chest, Tomie's temples sank, and her eyeballs bulged outward due to the change in intracranial pressure.

A mixture of red and white splattered onto Kayako's pale cheeks and stained white dress, and her beautiful head was deformed under her palm, like a crushed fruit.

Tomie, still alive, looked at the two mangled corpses beside her and sighed.

"It's everywhere."

She complained, her voice unusually calm in the deathly silent room.

"Doesn't he know how much trouble it is to clean up? That guy won't allow the cleaners to come over, tch! What a pushover."

Kayako ignored Kawakami Tomie's complaints and grabbed Tomie's legs with both hands.

"Sizzle—!"

With a swift movement of her arms, accompanied by a horrifying tearing sound, Tomie Kawakami's body was split in two from her hips to her neck, blood and internal organs splattering out and falling onto the sheets below.

For a moment, the bedroom fell completely silent.

The three bodies of Tomie were displayed in various contorted positions, a mess of red and white, with internal organs spilling out. The heavy smell of blood overpowered the original musty smell, and the aura of death filled the entire space.

Kayako lay in the middle of a pool of blood, her white dress stained dark red.

She tilted her head, laughing strangely and smugly, making a gurgling sound from her throat.

She won.

She killed the intruders, those arrogant and beautiful women whom she loathed to the core.

But... why is there no pleasure at all?

A sense of emptiness, as if she had gained nothing, arose in Kayako's heart.

The women's eyes before they died held no fear, only endless mockery and contempt.

It was as if everything she did was nothing more than a poor performance.

"Creak—"

At that moment, the bedroom door was pushed open from the outside.

Kayako turned her head in astonishment, only to find the woman who should have been dead standing alive before her.

"Ugh! Are they all dead? This place is so filthy! Is it even safe to live here?"

Tomie Kawakami stepped into the bedroom, which reeked of blood. She gently rubbed her neck and complained with dissatisfaction.

A dead guy? How come he's alive and well here?

Kayako could sense that the corpse in the bathroom was gone, and the person standing in front of her, Tomie Kawakami, was the one she had killed earlier.

Did it come back to life after not being completely dead? Then kill it again!

Kayako's figure disappeared from the spot.

The next second, a sinister aura pressed against Kawakami Tomie's back.

Tomie inexplicably felt her skin tighten as if it were being inflated like a balloon, and her bones made a sound as if they couldn't bear the weight.

"Bang—"

Like a ripe fruit bursting from the inside, or a water-filled balloon exploding, Tomie Kawakami's body split open from the middle, spurting out blood, bits of flesh, and internal organs everywhere—the ceiling, walls, and floor were all covered in a sticky red mess.

Kayako, covered in blood, appeared where Kawakami Tomie was, with a malicious smile on her face.

Now, they should all be dead, right?