Chaos. Like a stone cast into a placid lake, the ripples spread with terrifying speed.
Almost every single woman transforming into [Tomie] found herself under attack by men.
The attackers wore expressions of utter madness, employing a variety of methods. Some wielded knives, others committed arson. The thick smoke from the fires triggered the alarms, sending shrill bells echoing through the hospital. Terrified patients and their families fled in droves, while nurses and doctors frantically tried to maintain order, and orderlies and security guards rushed toward the source of the fire.
Several of the [Tomie]-fied women also rushed toward the burning [Hospital Ward]. They shared the suffocating sensation and terror of being trapped in the fire; saving their trapped companions was their most urgent goal.
Spewing tentacles, they killed the nursing staff blocking the doors. The women in the [Hospital Ward] pulled the doors open, stumbling out accompanied by billowing smoke and the stench of burning flesh.
However, before they could even assess the situation, a cold glint of steel stabbed straight toward their faces!
A pair of sharp surgical scissors plunged ruthlessly into a woman's throat.
Blood sprayed out. The woman who had been stabbed went stiff, looking at the attacker with disbelief.
The two locked eyes.
Time seemed to freeze for an instant.
What they saw were no longer individuals with slight differences, but two identical faces—both bearing the perfect yet bone-chilling visage of [Kawakami Tomie].
The same pale skin, the same jet-black long hair, the same straight bangs, the same facial structure, and that iconic tear mole beneath the corner of the eye.
The only difference, perhaps, was the twisted expressions on their faces at this moment.
The perpetrator's face was filled with ruthless madness, while the victim's eyes held intense shock.
"Die, you fake!"
Intense disgust and killing intent flashed in the eyes of the [Tomie] holding the surgical scissors as she stabbed viciously once again.
"—!"
The woman stabbed in the throat convulsed violently. She couldn't make a sound, and the shock in her eyes quickly turned to venomous spite. This hateful gaze stared dead at the [Tomie] holding the scissors, the sharp point frozen right in front of her throat.
(Get lost! You are the fake!)
An intense will transmitted through the [Khala Network]... No, it was no longer the [Khala Network]!
Unknowingly, the [Sacred Khala] had been polluted by [Tomie]'s cells, twisted into [Tomie]'s shape.
The neural network now connecting everyone was the [Tomie Network]!
(You really dare to speak! You fakes!)
(I am the real [Tomie]!)
(You are all fakes who stole my appearance!)
...
In an instant, the [Tomie Network] exploded into chaos. Every single one of them believed she was the true [Tomie] and that the others were counterfeits. They argued endlessly, yet they did not continue to physically attack one another.
[Tomie] never kills with her own hands. Although part of the reason is her weak and incompetent physique, the more important reason is that once they are injured, the flowing blood will grow into new [Tomie]s. If the wound is too large, another [Tomie] might even grow directly out of the wound.
Their method of fighting is to control men through their charm to fight on their behalf.
[Tomie]'s mental pollution ability began to spread indiscriminately.
Male medical staff, security guards, and patients fell victim one after another. Bewitched by the [Tomie]s, they no longer maintained order but instead became accomplices to the [Tomie]s.
"Kill her! Kill that fake!"
A [Tomie] screamed at the end of the corridor, pointing at a woman not far away who looked exactly like her. She was surrounded by three bewitched orderlies, their eyes wild, wielding sharp scalpels and heavy fire extinguishers as weapons.
"Fake! Don't get carried away! I am the real [Tomie]!"
The accused woman showed no sign of weakness. Behind her stood two men in patient gowns; although they walked unsteadily, the fanaticism in their eyes had not diminished in the slightest.
"Gouge out that fake's eyes!"
One [Tomie] commanded her followers, her voice sweet yet blood-curdling.
"Tear her mouth apart! See if she can still spout nonsense then!"
Another [Tomie] retorted shrilly.
The hospital gradually turned into a maddened coliseum. The [Tomie]s used their charm to bewitch the males in the hospital.
With just a look or a plea, medical staff who wanted to maintain order would turn their coats, becoming tools for their fratricide.
Ear-piercing screams, miserable howls, the sound of flesh impacting flesh, and the shattering of objects mixed together, drowning out the fire alarm. Thick smoke and chaos billowed out from the burning [Hospital Ward], causing the entire hospital to spiral out of control at breakneck speed.
"Damn it! Damn it! Motherfucker!"
[Amamiya Rin] leaned on his crutch, hiding inside the nurse station huddled together with a group of nurses.
Looking at the chaos outside, he cursed repeatedly, his face ashen and his forehead covered in cold sweat.
Through the [Tomie Network], the pain of being pierced, having throats slit, being burned, and suffering heavy blows assaulted his cranial nerves like layer upon layer of raging waves.
That wasn't the worst of it; it was just enduring pain. The suffering he endured in the [Nightmare] world was far greater than this.
Comparatively, what was more terrifying was that [Tomie]'s will was also interfering with his cognition.
The screams, arguments, and vicious curses of twenty-five [Tomie]s were like countless needles stabbing into his consciousness.
A surge of inexplicable irritability and violence welled up from within.
[Amamiya Rin] looked at a pair of scissors left on the counter, a vague thought flashing through his mind: Pick it up, rush out, make those noisy women shut up, chop them to pieces...
As this thought rose, [Amamiya Rin] shook his head violently and bit down hard on the tip of his tongue.
The sharp pain sobered him instantly, the taste of rust spreading in his mouth.
No, absolutely cannot follow those thoughts, absolutely not! Otherwise, I'll go crazy too!
"Has everyone gone mad? What is going on!"
[Miss Yuko] grabbed [Amamiya Rin]'s arm, her voice trembling as she watched the crowd brawling in the corridor.
The nurse station was in disarray. Several young nurses shrank into the corner, hugging each other, weeping in fright.
Another older nurse crouched under the counter, having already taken out her mobile phone, her fingers trembling as she pressed the screen.
"Hello? Hello! This is [Morita Hospital]! Crazy, they've all gone crazy! Police, we need many people! Help..."
She shouted incoherently into the phone.
The scene in the corridor outside was simply like a Shura field—a slaughterhouse.
The smoke grew denser, the pungent smell of burning mixed with the scent of blood wafting in. Those patients, orderlies, and doctors acted as if possessed, their eyes wild as they beat and hacked at each other for the sake of those women who looked exactly alike.
This inexplicable riot exceeded the nurses' understanding.
They couldn't comprehend what was happening. Everything was fine just a few minutes ago; without any warning, the men had picked up weapons and started attacking each other.
"Could it be a virus targeting men?"
An older nurse guessed, her eyes involuntarily drifting toward [Amamiya Rin], her gaze revealing fear and wariness.
Although this man wasn't slaughtering others like the rest, his intermittently twisted expression made him look far from safe.
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