Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

Staring intently at the fallen corpse, the hospital lobby fell into a sudden silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

However, after a brief silence, a piercing scream erupted in the hall.

The onlookers finally realized what had happened, and the crowd erupted like a boiling pot, with panic spreading.

Some people retreated in panic, knocking over the signs next to them; some stood frozen in fear, their faces pale; and others couldn't accept the reality before them and tried to go forward to check.

In the blink of an eye, the hall was in chaos.

"Private Marseille! I'm sorry to bother you all!"

The man who had been kneeling on the ground straightened up. He ignored the corpse in front of him, looked at the crowd around him, and expressed his apologies with a sincere expression on his face.

Those who heard the apology felt an indescribable sense of turbidity in their brains, as if something was churning inside their skulls.

Those closest to Azawa Yuuma froze, their expressions shifting between terror and bewilderment, as thick, white fluid mixed with blood slowly oozed from the corners of their eyes, nostrils, and mouths.

In just a few breaths, even more people became victims.

Only a handful of people suddenly remembered the strange tales about dissolution circulating in the hospital. They hurriedly covered their ears, but a small amount of brain matter still flowed out of their nostrils.

Mamiya Yuka felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She quickly pressed the elevator door button with her elbow, and the elevator door slowly opened. Azawa Yuuma, who was in the distance, also noticed this unusual woman.

"Private Marseille! Please don't leave! Please! Please accept my apology! Private Marseille!"

Yuuma Azawa got up, raised his hands, and chased after Yuka Mamiya while loudly apologizing.

Yuka Mamiya felt a chill run down her spine. Before the elevator doors were fully open, she squeezed through the gap and forcefully elbowed the close button and the floor button.

The elevator doors had just opened and were slowly closing again. Through the increasingly narrow gap in the doors, she saw Azawa Yuuma getting closer and closer, and more and more people were falling down around him. Those who were convulsing and lying on the ground had brain matter constantly oozing from their heads.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!"

The bizarre and terrifying scene made Yuka Mamiya urge herself on; she could almost hear her heart pounding in her chest.

Just as Azawa Yuuma was only a few steps away from the elevator door, the door finally closed, shutting out his apologetic face.

Yuka Mamiya leaned against the cold staircase wall and slowly slid down to the ground.

She was breathing heavily, and all she could hear through her ears, which were stuffed with tissues, was her own heavy breathing and the beating of her heart.

"So...so scary!"

Yuka Mamiya muttered to herself, looking like she was still in shock.

She wasn't unfamiliar with supernatural events; her colleague Nozaki's girlfriend, Ms. Higa, was a psychic, and she had even witnessed Ms. Higa's exorcism.

But it's completely different!

The supernatural events that Ms. Higa experienced are completely different from the supernatural events that are happening now.

On one hand, it's stream of consciousness; on the other, it's a B-movie.

The elevator stopped at the target floor, and as soon as the doors opened, Yuka Mamiya rushed out and ran wildly down the corridor.

She pushed open the door to the ward. Yu Gonglin was still lying in bed. Hearing the door open, he tried to open his heavy eyelids to see the guest outside, but could only see a blurry double image.

"Mr. Amamiya! The man you were talking about apologizing! Yuuma Azawa! He's downstairs!"

Yuka Mamiya rushed to the bedside and, disregarding manners, shook Rin Amamiya's shoulders vigorously.

"Yuuma Azawa?"

Amamiya Rin's mind was in a daze, and it took him a while to realize what Mamiya Yuka had said.

"What is he doing here?"

Amamiya Rin's eyes widened suddenly, and she sat up straight.

"That's exactly what I was going to ask you."

Yuka Mamiya's brows furrowed in panic; she didn't want to die young, which was why she came to find Rin Amamiya.

Could it be...?

Are curses mutually attracted? Is that really true?

Amamiya Rin didn't have the energy to think. He got up, opened the bedside table, took out a can of black coffee, pulled off the tab, and drank the bitter liquid in one gulp. Then he pulled out a backpack and a sword pouch from under the bed, hung them on his body, and stood up with his cane.

"No time to explain, let's go!"

The hospital was no longer an option. Amamiya Rin didn't want to gamble on whether Azawa Yuuma would come to this floor.

Moreover, following the devastating collapse of Morita Hospital, Toto General Hospital is also facing imminent destruction.

Amamiya Rin strongly suspected that if she stayed in a place for too long, that place would attract a terrible curse.

"You're dawdling too much, let me help you."

Seeing that Amamiya Rin was unsteady on his feet and moving with difficulty, Mamiya Yuka immediately took action.

She pulled off Yu Gonglin's backpack, slung it over her own back, then grabbed Yu Gonglin's arm and put it on her shoulder, half-supporting and half-dragging him as she walked out of the ward.

Amamiya Rin will not refuse to help others, nor will she refuse help from others.

Without being polite to Yuka Mamiya, he pressed his weight onto the woman's small frame and used his legs to quickly leave the ward, arriving at the elevator at the end of the corridor.

However, none of the four elevators stopped here; they all went down to the first floor.

It was obvious that the elevator was out of service. Yuka Mamiya gritted her teeth and dragged Rin Amamiya towards the emergency exit.

In the dimly lit stairwell, with only the emergency lights providing a faint light source, Yuka Mamiya leaned against the handrail, supporting Rin Amamiya as they stumbled down the stairs.

Amamiya Rin was in very bad condition. The dizziness caused by extreme sleep deprivation was like waves crashing against his consciousness.

In my line of sight, Yuka Mamiya's profile, the gray walls, the narrow corridor—everything was slowly distorting.

He mustered his strength and moved in sync with Yuka Mamiya's movements, using almost all his energy to fight against the darkness that was about to engulf his consciousness.

After walking for what seemed like an eternity, Yuka Mamiya suddenly stopped and released Rin Amamiya's shoulder.

"A private Marseille!"

Suddenly, Azawa Yuuma appeared at the corner of the second-floor corridor ahead. It was as if he had been waiting there all along. When he saw Mamiya Yuka and Amamiya Rin, a joyful expression appeared on his face.

Then, that joyful expression turned into an almost devout apology, and her gaze was fixed on Amamiya Rin.

Mamiya Yuka covered her ears tightly with both hands, her body curling up in unease.

As Amamiya Rin lost her support, her body lurched forward, about to fall down the stairs.

However, just before he was about to fall, he instinctively changed his stance, turned to the side, and slammed his arm against the wall to steady himself.