Fallen's mind stirred in chaos.
Is something... off?
He blinked.
The rage was gone.
He was back.
And then he saw it.
Blood on his hands. Flesh in his mouth. A torn, half-eaten body at his feet.
Fallen (horrified): "H-Huh…? What… What am I doing?"
His heart pounded as realization hit him like a hammer.
"I'm eating him… I'm EATING him!"
He crawled backward, kicking himself away from the corpse.
"No, no, no, no…!"
Tears welled up. His voice cracked.
"What have I done? Am I a devil now? A monster?"
His breathing grew shallow.
"I ate a human…"
"No… no…"
Fallen collapsed.
Unconscious. Broken.
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Scene Cut.
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Elsewhere…
No.2's voice echoed in madness.
"You're the only one I can go all in against!!"
He burst into laughter—twisted and wild.
His body suddenly heated up—his skin glowing faintly red, steam rising from his back.
His transformation had begun.
The "Crazy Mode" had awakened.
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Algol — inside his Hell castle — watched through a demonic mirror.
"Crazy Mode… a brutal transformation."
"The user's mind melts into chaos. Defense becomes zero. Logic disappears. Everything is converted into pure attack power."
Attack: 120%
Defense: -100%
Control: 0%
A berserker state. A walking apocalypse.
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Back in battle—
Fallen's father (No.1): "So… you went and unlocked it again, huh."
No.2 roared.
He grabbed No.1's leg and spun him mid-air—
SNAP!
The leg tore off violently, slamming into the wall.
No.1: "Aghhh—!"
He regenerated instantly, though the pain lingered.
Before he could recover—
BAM!
No.2 flew in and threw a punch toward his face.
No.1 dodged mid-roll, barely avoiding the brutal blow.
No.2 didn't stop. He kept punching, a whirlwind of fists and violence.
Each attack left shockwaves. Cracks shattered the floor.
CRASH!
The ground beneath them broke.
Both demons fell a floor down into the hospital.
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Mid-air, No.1 twisted, planting a kick into No.2's gut to create distance.
"Let me show you…"
He landed.
"…why I'm still No.1!"
He rushed forward.
Jab. Uppercut. Brazilian kick—FAKE.
WHAM! A real blow landed behind No.2's knee.
No.2 dropped.
No.1 didn't stop. He spun mid-air and hit a full-force kick across No.2's face—
sending him crashing through the wall and out of the hospital.
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Outside—
No.2 (falling): "Wait… am I flying? Am I about to crash…?"
BOOM!
No.1 appeared mid-air and stomped downward, kicking No.2 with insane speed.
CRACK!
No.2 smashed into the road, forming a crater beneath him.
No.1: "Not bad... But still not good enough, elder brother."
He turned around and began walking away confidently.
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A crowd gathered around the fallen body.
Phones clicked. Videos rolled.
"Two men just fell from a hospital! What the hell—?"
But No.1 froze.
He felt it.
A pressure… wrong. Dark.
A low growl.
No.2's body twitched. Then… rose.
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Algol in Hell:
"His Rage Mode… it's back."
"This is different from Crazy Mode… This is Perfect Rage — pure instinctual destruction."
"He doesn't just lose control. He becomes death itself. One time, he wiped out an entire arena — fighters, crowd, royals — everyone. Only No.1 stopped him."
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Back on Earth—
A human head rolled across the pavement. Blood trailed behind it.
It bumped lightly into No.1's boot.
No.1 (turning around slowly): "What the…?"
His eyes widened.
He stared.
"MONSTER!!!"
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Chapter Ends