Horror/Fear Anime: Starting with a Tomie Hairstyle

Chapter 159 Purification Failure, Eternal World?

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Jiuzhiche took out a small notebook and a pen from his chest bag and wrote down his mobile phone number.

"I've remembered everything you said. In a couple of days, after you're discharged from the hospital, I'll go to your house and help you get rid of any possible strange things."

"Oh, thank you."

"No need. We each get what we need. You pay, and I'll do the work."

Jiuzhi Che decisively put down the note, which passed by like a gust of wind, never lingering.

Fujino Terumi was stunned.

What? I thought something romantic was going to happen.

At this moment, I have completely given up hope.

But, did he come all this way just to attract business?

I can't figure it out...

After leaving the ward, Jiu Zhiche did not leave the hospital.

Instead, he went to Tetsuro Mukoda's hospital room.

Since we're already here, we might as well take a look.

Dr. Kuroda had mentioned that Mukoda Tetsuro had given up on treatment, and Kyushige Tetsu guessed that things would spiral out of control, but after seeing his current state, he remained silent.

Tetsuro Mukoda lay on the bed, or rather, his body flowed down and almost merged with the bed.

However, this is an illusion at first glance.

His skin was covered in keratin-like growths, making him appear much larger. His hair was sparse, and his face resembled that of a classic alien.

Large head, large eyes, head shape tends to be an inverted triangle.

When Dr. Kuroda heard that Kyushiki Tsutomu had arrived, he immediately put down his work and came over.

"He can barely hear us anymore. Even when he's awake, he just lies there blankly, and his eyes only blink once every two hours."

Jiuzhiche listened quietly.

To be honest, Tetsuro Mukoda's condition deteriorated very quickly.

After only a short break, less than a month, Tetsuro Mukoda had already started dreaming about things that would last for hundreds of years.

In the original story, Tetsuro Mukoda spent at least six months in the hospital before he began to resemble a human.

"For him, death might actually be a relief."

Hearing Kujiro's calm question, Dr. Kuroda, as a doctor, should not have said such a thing, but he did not refute it.

"Yes, he's currently in a dream, having lived for thousands of years. No one knows what he's actually experienced; the sheer pain he's radiating is enough to shock even me, a doctor who's seen countless deaths..."

Dr. Kuroda sighed. "I conducted experiments on mice and monkeys with the white crystals. They basically couldn't last a week before they disintegrated and died. You heard me right, they died like they turned into ashes."

Jiuzhiche knew that it might not be death, but rather that he had entered another dimension that humans could not understand.

It's just that small animals might not be able to make it, since they are not highly intelligent beings.

The so-called realization of eternity—no one knows what kind of world that is, at least not the humans still in this world.

"I'll try again."

Jiu Zhiche entered the ward with a furrowed brow.

The feeling became even stronger as I got closer to Tetsuro Mukoda.

It was an indescribable feeling, like sinking into the deep sea, or falling into boundless darkness, where time was stretched infinitely, without end, without boundaries, without self.

If I had to describe it, it was a state of near-chaos, almost like nothingness.

The "Spiritual Awareness" template allowed Jiuzhiche to capture a trace of "eternity".

He used one purification.

Mukoda Tetsuro's pupils slowly, slowly moved a little, until he could see Kyuji Tetsu's figure completely.

Jiuzhiche only saw his indifference to joy and sorrow.

The purification... had no effect.

Either the Long Dream Curse far surpasses the power of purification, or Mukoda Tetsuro is no longer the vessel of the curse, meaning that the Long Dream Curse is another problem for him, but it is no longer important now.

"Heh...heh..."

Tetsuro Mukoda made meaningless, unintelligible sounds.

As if recognizing something, or perhaps driven by the instincts of his broken body, he shouted.

Death was not his end.

Jiuzhiche took a deep breath and did not disturb the other party any further.

But just as he turned around, a loud "Uh—" echoed through the ward.

Tetsuro Mukoda tensed up for a moment, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

In that instant, his flesh and bones began to disintegrate inch by inch, turning into ashes.

It wasn't even ashes; it simply vanished.

He dreamed of eternity.

On the hospital bed, there was only one set of hospital gown left.

Jiuzhiche saw it.

His vision suddenly cracked open, and his consciousness was sucked into a boundless world.

There was no sky there, only bright orbs falling to the ground, accompanied by endless surging light and shadow. He tried to reach out, but found he had no hands. He tried to understand, but could only feel emptiness.

He looked up and saw "the sky," a huge sphere of indescribable color hanging above, with something writhing on its surface. In that instant, beneath the peeled-back skin, there was... an eye.

Below that was a gaping maw, a maw even more exaggerated than the gaping jaws of an abyss...

"hiss--"

Jiuzhiche took a deep breath, and a swirling chaos seemed to flow through his eyes.

He blinked, and it took him a long time to suppress those confused and incomprehensible feelings.

"Mr. Jiuzhi, are you alright?"

Dr. Kuroda also witnessed the moment when Mukoda Tetsuro collapsed, but what he didn't understand was that Kujiro suddenly froze in place, and after about two or three seconds, he looked as if he had been shocked by something.

Did he see something?

"I'm fine."

Jiuzhi Che waved his hand, preventing Dr. Kuroda from touching him. "He's dead. Notify his family and prepare for the funeral."

After saying that, he turned around and walked away.

"Family? I think he only has one uncle left..."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The streets were still bustling with activity at night, with lights flashing. At first glance, everyone seemed to be doing something, yet everyone also seemed to be doing nothing.

Among the masses of people, I am but a tiny, insignificant one.

Jiuzhiche leaned against the railing by the street and took a sip of fruit wine.

He didn't really like the combination of the fruity aroma and the harshness of the alcohol.

He gulped it down in one go.

It tastes awful.

Two words popped into my mind.

He wanted to vent his emotions by drinking, just like the male protagonist in a TV show, but unfortunately, there was no girl by his side, and he wasn't a male protagonist in a TV show.

He was somewhat bewildered by what he had glimpsed in Tetsuro Mukoda's hospital room today.

Higher-level life forms are definitely more powerful than humans, and Jiu Zhiche certainly knew this.

It could be bigger than the Earth, how can you fight it?

That must be a hellish planet? Or some other kind of planet? In any case, it's not a good thing for humans.

Although he already knew that the ceiling anomaly in the Itoh series was Hellstar, he was still worried about the actual matchup.

He wasn't sure.

Of course, he won't be uncertain forever.

The template also includes a "giant god" who can grow to an enormous size; whether it can be larger than a planet remains to be seen.

You have to try to know, right?

Jiuzhiche's eyes brightened slightly, as if something had been ignited.

Having been given a second chance at life, with a cheat system and the help of Tomie, Kayako, and Sadako, there's no reason why we can't even defeat a Hell Star, right?

That's it, from now on he'll smash Hell Star to pieces with one punch!

"Click."

Jiuzhiche crushed the aluminum can and then precisely tossed it into a trash can.