Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

Good heavens! The haunted house in Tomie is causing chaos!

"Ouch, that hurts..."

A moan that could arouse a man's desire suddenly rang out in the bedroom.

The sound was like a steel needle piercing Kayako's scalp.

Kayako shuddered.

For the first time since becoming a vengeful spirit, Kayako experienced fear.

A nameless fear arose in Kayako's heart, only to be swallowed up by overflowing resentment.

Kayako suddenly turned her head and looked at the double bed that was soaked in blood.

On the bed, the torn corpses, their exposed entrails writhing as if they were alive.

The torn muscles bulged and clung together unnaturally, as if a sculptor were carving Tomie's flesh and blood, the outline of her features gradually emerging from the blurred flesh and blood.

Eyes, nose, mouth... a face belonging to Tomie grew with difficulty from that torn abdominal cavity, connected to the torn blood vessels and muscle fibers, like a relief sculpture emerging from a chunk of flesh.

"Being tortured to death by a woman is a first for me."

"I used to be the one being tortured and killed by handsome men, so being killed by an ugly woman like this is quite a novel experience."

In the pool of blood, thick foam swelled on the surface of the scattered pieces of flesh. After the foam burst, the granulation tissues wriggled like white maggots, forming a smooth skin.

Then, the skin began to sculpt, outlining the contours of the eye sockets, nose, and lips... one by one, the faces of Tomie Kawakami grew out from the body parts.

The faces varied in size; some were only the size of a palm, embedded in torn muscle fibers, while others emerged from a blurry mass of internal organs, glistening with a wet sheen. Their mouths opened and closed, emitting infuriatingly mocking sounds.

"Trying to kill us? What a stupid idea!"

"You're incredibly strong, but unfortunately, your brain is as useless as your face. Is this what a female gorilla is like?"

"Oh ho ho ho ho! Ugly women are all the same in their despicable ways. They're so jealous they want to kill us. It's stupid, but it's also normal."

"Hehehe! Poor thing, I'm about to cry."

……

Tomie's face stared at Kayako with malicious eyes, her grin revealing undisguised contempt.

Laughter erupted in the blood-soaked room as Tomie's faces contorted into exaggerated, mocking expressions.

Layers of laughter echoed from every corner of the room, drilling into Kayako's ears like countless red-hot steel needles.

Kayako's body trembled, she covered her ears with her hands, and a look of pain appeared on her pale face.

"……Shut up……"

Broken syllables were squeezed out of Kayako's throat. She appeared in front of Tomie's corpse, her hands plunging into the still-writhing chest cavity, her nails digging into the warm, sticky flesh. She grabbed a slippery spine and pulled it outward with force!

"Pfft—"

With the sound of muscles being forcibly torn apart, a section of the spine, covered in bits of flesh and dark red blood, was pulled out of Tomie's chest cavity. Her beautiful head was still attached to the top of the spine, and the rotten flesh and internal organs fell off, spreading out on the bed like a carpet.

Kayako raised the scepter made of spines and human heads and smashed it hard against another writhing corpse next to her.

"Bang!"

A dull thud resounded, and the corpse's chest caved in instantly. Several newly formed eyeballs squeezed out from the torn flesh, rolling to the ground like grapes, yet still spinning around, gazing in Kayako's direction.

"You tasteless, ugly woman, you could have tried harder."

The human head on the bone staff grinned, its bloody mouth emitting a malicious jerk.

"If you think impotent rage is meaningful, then go ahead and do it!"

"Hahahaha!!! Come on! Come on!"

"You incompetent ugly freak, go ahead and unleash your dark and vile desires!"

……

Tomie and her ilk's mockery was like a demonic cacophony, echoing from all directions.

"Shut up...shut up...!"

Kayako's thought process gradually collapsed. Indescribable anger and hatred burned her mind, and her already distorted thinking completely lost the ability to think.

His full head of black hair danced wildly without wind, and his incoherent roars were full of madness and murderous intent. His figure flashed wildly in every corner of the room, leaving blood and flesh flying wherever he went.

She snapped the newly formed neck, crushed the nascent head, and ripped out the soft organs, throwing them against the wall.

However, with each act of destruction, more Tomie are born. Even a tiny piece of flesh the size of a fingernail can grow a small eye, mockingly watching Kayako.

In an instant, everywhere you looked was Tomie's face. The entire room had become a living nest made up of Kawakami Tomie. Kayako's crazy and confused roars and Tomie's mocking laughter were like a grand chorus from hell.

"...Kayako is probably going to be driven crazy by Kawakami Tomie."

In a bookstore in the city, Amamiya Rin, who was controlling the body of Kawakami Tomie, held a manga magazine, but had no interest in reading it. A hint of horror and lingering fear flashed in his eyes.

While Kayako's rationality was already limited, the combination of Kawakami Tomie's mental pollution and her immortality can only be described with one word—terrifying.

If it weren't for exploiting Kawakami Tomie's weakness and dividing her, unless he truly reached the state of Arhatship, he wouldn't have escaped a crazy ending, right?

Amamiya Rin raised her finger and gently rubbed her temples, letting the thought disappear from her mind and covering it with a frivolous thought.

"I guess I've finally resolved the curse? I don't know how long Kawakami Tomie can keep Kayako trapped, but she shouldn't be able to harm anyone for a while. Can I ask Inudo Ranko for some reward money?"

Amamiya Rin joked about himself.

To be honest, he really is short of money.

The compensation cannot be received in one lump sum, and the compensation for emotional distress will never be received because Hashimoto and the others have become Tomie. Tomie and the others basically have no assets, and their current wealth comes from the tributes given by other men before the rules were made.

Making money using Tomie's looks? It's a simple method, but it still feels a bit awkward.

However, it is impossible to apply for the prize money from Inudo Ranko.

After all, he couldn't let Inudou Ranko know that he had the ability to interfere with Tomie to this extent. She was, after all, a member of the government and had superiors to manage her. It was unlikely that anyone in the island nation's political circles would be happy to see someone able to control Kawakami Tomie's actions.

Amamiya Rin shook her head slightly, put the comic magazine back on the shelf, and turned to leave the bookstore.

It's been confirmed that cartoonist J has drawn a chapter about pressure training; it's time to go to the publisher.

As I stepped out of the bookstore and down the steps, a figure walked towards me and bumped right into Tomie Kawakami.