Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

The boss and his employees, carrying fire extinguishers, advanced into the hospital lobby, spraying dry powder to suppress the flames.

However, although the flames were suppressed, they showed no sign of going out.

That wasn't a normal flame at all.

The kind-hearted people who came to help were unaware of the situation and could only wonder to themselves why the fire was so hard to put out.

"Huff...huff...inhale..."

Taking advantage of the brief chaos and cover, Tomie was able to retreat to a more distant place, leaning against a cold lamppost, gazing at the fog-filled hospital lobby while adjusting her breathing rhythm.

"Amamiya-kun, what should we do next? Should we call the police? Can the Metropolitan Police Department handle this kind of thing?"

Mamiya Yuka ran over with a camera and cautiously asked Kawakami Tomie a question.

"It's all garbage."

Tomie Kawakami said without any politeness.

"Garbage? Trash?"

The extremely impolite and directly insulting words made Mamiya Yuka's cheeks twitch.

"Is it really that serious? I have a rumor that the Metropolitan Police Department has a special department that handles these kinds of cases, and I have connections with that department."

As she retorted, Yuka Mamiya's expression was somewhat smug, and her body swayed slightly.

"Special departments? Hmph! They're trash too."

Tomie Kawakami glanced at Yuka Mamiya with surprise, then chuckled.

In that police history compilation office, only Inudou Ranko has any real ability.

However, those kinds of Onmyoji can only deal with ordinary evil spirits; when it comes to concepts, they can only stare blankly.

Kawakami Tomie had no interest in calling Kazemi Junya to report the situation. She looked up at the situation in the hospital lobby, pondered for a while, and then decisively gave up and decided to regroup and charge over.

Unable to resist Azawa Yuuma's curse, no matter how many helpers there are, they will only be a hindrance. Even with fire extinguishers, it is unknown how many dead Azawa Yuuma can summon—there is probably no limit. According to Amamiya Rin, this world is idealistic, and the power of idealism has no limit.

Moreover, killing Yuuma Azawa would be pointless; it would only vent his anger.

If the apology demon isn't dealt with, killing one Yuuma Azawa will only create another.

A demon with a goat's head and a bat's body sat cross-legged above the sea of ​​fire in the hall. When Kawakami Tomie looked over, the demon's mouth split open to its ears, revealing a smile that seemed both mocking and provocative.

"What a useless guy."

Tomie Kawakami was so angry she was practically grinding her teeth to powder, but she couldn't do anything about the apology demon, so she turned her rage on the body she was using.

Looking down at this pathetic body, my hands trembled slightly from the prolonged gripping and striking. My arms and shoulders ached from the stinging sensation of flames. The sleeves of my hospital gown were burned with large holes, revealing gruesome burns and large blisters on the exposed skin.

That's terrible! Amamiya Rin keeps urging them to study and train, but he's actually the weakest of them all!

"snort!"

Almost instantly, the collective will reached a consensus, and without hesitation, they withdrew from their meditative state and returned the body to Amamiya Rin.

The next second, the feeling of being forcibly assimilated and dominated by the power quickly disappeared.

Amamiya Rin felt as if his consciousness had been thrown out of a tranquil lake. A heavy, almost soul-crushing sense of exhaustion and dizziness, like a raging storm, threatened to engulf his consciousness.

Without Kawakami Tomie's synchronization, Amamiya Rin was also unable to stay conscious, and his body became even more exhausted from the battle just now.

The ringing in his ears intensified, his vision blurred, almost turning completely black, and his brain throbbed with pain. His legs gave way, and he slid down the cold lamppost onto the icy sidewalk.

"Huh?"

Yuka Mamiya was wondering why Rin Amamiya's attitude had changed so much. He was quite friendly in the ward, but now that they were in the hospital lobby, he was constantly throwing trash around.

Before she could even ask tactfully, she saw that Yu Gonglin's mental state had suddenly deteriorated again.

"Amamiya-kun, are you alright? What happened? You kept changing your expression."

Yuka Mamiya quickly squatted down, complaining as she tried to help him up.

"..."

Amamiya Rin wanted to speak, but extreme exhaustion and mental depletion overwhelmed him like a burst dam, completely shattering his last vestiges of consciousness. He felt everything go black, and Mamiya Yuka's screams became incredibly distant.

Immediately afterwards, all sensation was instantly cut off.

Yuka Mamiya quickly noticed something was wrong.

Amamiya Rin's eyes were still open, but her pupils had lost focus, staring straight at the void in front of her. Her body was also strangely limp, and her arms felt strangely relaxed.

"Hey! Amamiya-kun!"

Yuka Mamiya patted Rin Amamiya's face.

Extremely cold.

I put my finger into his nostrils; he wasn't breathing.

I touched the side of his neck again, and there was no pulse.

"Wh...what?"

Mamiya Yuka's mind went blank, and she felt dizzy.

Dead? He's dead already? He was full of life and fighting like crazy just a moment ago, and now he's dead after only a few minutes?

Almost simultaneously, throughout the city, Tomie and the others paused, their vision blurred, and a thick darkness enveloped their minds, as if to swallow their consciousness.

(Is Amamiya Rin dead?)

(This feeling... could it be sudden death?)

……

Dozens of Kawakami Tomie were simultaneously struck by a shock to their consciousness. However, this sensation was only temporary, and they quickly recovered and realized what had happened.

(Hahahaha! That's hilarious! Did that guy work himself to death?)

(Unfortunately, this method of death wouldn't be enough to completely kill him.)

(Speaking of which, what should we do with that apology demon? We seem to have no way to deal with it?)

(Forget about apologizing for now! Face! The most important thing right now is my face! What exactly is wrong with my face?)

(Isn't this the same thing? Isn't the problem with faces caused by the "apology demon"?)

(How about cutting your face to pieces and letting it heal itself?)

(That's a good idea, you go first.)

……

After mocking Amamiya Rin, Tomie and the others forgot all about his sudden death.

After all, not to mention that their cells were already affecting Amamiya Rin's constitution, they were still breathing, continuously supplying oxygen to her nerves.

On the surface, Amamiya Rin died suddenly, but in reality, he wasn't quite dead yet, and didn't even need to be resurrected.

Compared to Amamiya Rin, they cared more about their appearance.

If I were to encounter other imposters in this state, wouldn't I be ridiculed to death?

Tomie and the others treated Amamiya Rin's sudden death as a joke, but Mamiya Yuka couldn't laugh.

Her expression froze on her face, her eyes filled with confusion.

Yuka Mamiya simply couldn't understand what had happened.

The man who was just full of energy a moment ago is dead in the blink of an eye. What happened?!

Mamiya Yuka screamed inwardly in frustration.