Makima is the Control Devil herself. Raised by the cabinet since childhood, she had no idea how to interact normally with people. In her eyes, humans were like dogs. Only Chainsaw was special—because Chainsaw could eat the names of devils.
Now, there was one more special existence: the man before her.
His appearance was a mystery, and his power was also a mystery. But one thing she understood: like all hot-blooded youths, he longed for the opposite sex. And his feelings toward her existence were very complex. She couldn't understand such emotions but couldn't help but want to learn.
Mmm—this is his flavor. I've remembered it.
She looked up at Akira, her spiral eyes showing no hostility, but rather a hint of an immodest smile.
Human Cannon left a deep impression on her. Akira's God's Hand was the same. Conversely, Makima's performance was mediocre—perhaps because of her lack of experience.
But Akira's attention wasn't on that. He was thinking about how to advance Makima's capture progress.
She is the Control Devil—control itself. But she herself didn't seem to understand what "control" truly meant. Because she could control, everyone "liked" her. This indirectly created Makima's twisted personality. Outwardly gentle and weak, appearing both charming and alluring. In reality, she herself didn't understand the true meaning of doing so. She only knew how to control; everything else was a clumsy imitation of emotions beyond control.
The emotional route wouldn't work.
Only the tyrannical route.
Might makes right—this holds true everywhere. Akira only needed to demonstrate his strength—the stronger, the better.
So Akira decided to kill devils. The very powerful kind.
Thinking this, Akira pressed down on Makima's head.
Truly an alternate world—such an unorthodox method of increasing capture progress. One Quetzalcoatl, one Control Devil. Interesting, truly interesting.
The moving maglev suddenly began to ascend, like a large white snake flying rapidly through the air toward the sea.
"We're flying! We're flying—oh my God!"
"It's over—if we fall, we'll all die."
"It hurts—this isn't a dream."
The survivors on the train looked at the increasingly distant land outside the window, their hearts filled with fear and despair. But the train continued relentlessly toward the sea.
Makima's carriage was filled with corpses and blood, making it difficult to find a place to step. Akira simply floated Makima in mid-air as well. This was the ultimate control of psychokinesis. But to Makima, this felt like the method of another primordial devil—Falling—gravity manipulation.
However, the power Akira used was completely different from that of a devil, yet it didn't suppress the devil's power. Devils' existence relies on human fear, and their power also relies on human fear. So when Akira said he came from above, that power should be completely opposite in nature to devil power—coming from faith.
He lied. He didn't come from above.
But this didn't diminish Akira's mysterious, unknown, and powerful image in her heart. Makima had the ability to control small animals to gather intelligence, and she knew the two were speeding across the sea.
Just then—
A colossal figure emerged outside the car window.
It was a magnificent body, like a skyscraper hundreds of meters tall. A massive gun barrel extended from its head, and its arms were intertwined with various heavy firearms. Its chest cavity was distended, ribs exposed, and inside, densely packed, were countless human heads. The chest tapered downward, with jagged bone spikes. But this heavy upper body was supported by several huge ammunition belts, floating on the sea.
To say it was floating wasn't quite accurate. Because there were no reference points around, the people in the car had this feeling. In reality, the Gun Devil's speed was similar to the train's—in a state of relative stillness. Otherwise, the people in the carriage would never have been able to see its massive and evil body.
Akira grabbed Makima's hair, lifting her like a doll.
"Look. That's a small target for my current descent. You should recognize it, right?"
"Yes, I do recognize it. But why do you want me to look?"
"Because you're very smart, and you've probably already guessed why I kept you."
He placed Makima in his arms. Immediately, he activated Abdicate the Throne and Two-Pronged Approach.
"I have guessed some things. You want to be my idol, don't you~?"
"Idol? No."
Akira leaned close to Makima's ear. "I want to be your master—to make you completely submit to me. Just like those dogs you control."
Makima turned her head. Their noses touched, their breaths mingled. "Master, Makima is willing to be a dog raised by her Master."
"Hahahaha—I don't need a dog that bares its teeth at its Master."
God's Hand activated. Makima's body shattered into pieces, then instantly reassembled. That extreme pleasure intertwined with pain, like an addictive poison, gently taking root in Makima's body.
Akira grasped Makima's fully recovered hand and pointed it toward the Gun Devil several kilometers away.
Immediately, a huge and hideous hole burst open on the Gun Devil's body—it made one's scalp tingle.
Makima was very surprised, her small mouth slightly agape.
The Gun Devil specialized in long-range attacks—like an AWM sniper rifle—capable of precisely piercing a person's head from a kilometer away. Its attack range was simply incomparable to ordinary devils. Now, this man, with just a finger, had heavily wounded the Gun Devil, and the range was even greater than the Gun Devil's own.
This was an all-encompassing crushing. In fact, if he had just aimed at the Gun Devil's head earlier, it would have already fallen and wouldn't still be standing there.
And in the next second, Akira tightened his grip on Makima's hand. The Gun Devil, which had only just realized Akira's sneak attack, coiled its body as if being squeezed by something—no, being continuously pulled from the center was a more accurate description. In any case, in less than two seconds, a "skyscraper" was squeezed into a fist-sized ball of flesh.
The Gun Devil, feared by the entire world, thus silently met its end.
This technique was very familiar to Makima. It felt very similar to "making sushi." But the power used was vastly different. The Punishment Devil's crushing merely turned people into meat paste. It couldn't achieve Akira's effect at all.
And when that ball of flesh passed through the car window and appeared before Makima, she was also shocked by this flesh ball, which felt like some kind of mineral texture.
"Master, Makima will obey absolutely and be a good dog for Master."
Akira smiled. "That's not something that can be guaranteed with just words. The Gun Devil isn't dead—it will be reborn in hell. But it doesn't matter. Anyway, before long, I will be heading to hell, so I'll deal with it then, to save trouble."
Makima lay in Akira's arms, her hands already becoming restless. Since Akira wanted her to be a dog, she would be one. If he didn't want her to be too strong, then she would be gentle. If he didn't want her to be too smart, she would use desire to conceal it. Anyway, whatever Akira wanted her to be, she would be. As for later—that was a matter for later.
Akira glanced at the time; an hour had already passed. Besides demonstrating his strength, he also needed to give some rewards. As for the reward, it was naturally the ultimate sensation Makima, as a devil, had never experienced.
Makima had already tasted God's Hand. She had also experienced Two-Pronged Approach. Abdicate the Throne was currently underway. Then, for the next period, it could only be left to Human Cannon. It was a pity Bystander couldn't be triggered—otherwise, Makima could directly ascend to heaven.
But even so, this was already Makima's most extreme experience in all her years as a devil. It gave rise to an emotion she had never felt before, named selfishness. Even though it hurt, she didn't transfer any of these feelings to the citizens, enduring until the maglev stopped on the street.
Survivors from the surrounding carriages frantically ran out of the train. People on the street stopped to watch, pulling out their phones to record this big news.
The car door opened, and Makima was already fully dressed. After all, this wasn't a short trip, and passengers' luggage contained quite a few clothes. She was lucky enough to find clothes that fit her figure.
Makima came onto the street, holding Akira's arm. Her cheeks still bore a blush, her eyes held a hint of madness, and the expression on her face was one she had never shown before—a kind of satisfaction similar to human emotion.
"You could have completely transferred these feelings."
Akira, wearing his host suit, immediately became the most striking person in the crowd.
"These are all gifts from Master. I cannot share them with others."
"Suit yourself."
"Master is truly too kind. Is this concern for me?"
Akira didn't answer, merely leading Makima forward. He still needed to do more things to strengthen his impression in Makima's heart—to maximize the capture value.
But no matter how much he thought, he couldn't recall the locations where any powerful devils appeared. He should say that, besides the Gun Devil, he really didn't know what other devils would appear at this time.
Really go to hell?
Akira was just saying that. He wasn't Eroge—he couldn't tear open space. As for other methods, they were all in the hands of devils. For him, someone from above, to use devil power to go to hell was clearly a bit unreasonable.
Hiss~!
It could be said that the current situation was more complex than any he had encountered before.
But just then—
A door appeared out of thin air on the street.
A female figure, dressed in a white chef's uniform, gracefully walked out from inside. Her figure was explosive. The first impression she gave was "big." The second impression was "white and big." On the third glance, people would notice her twisted limbs behind her and the clearly extra arms.
Finally—
"Ah~!"
A woman suddenly screamed. "It has no head—it's a devil!"
And in the next moment, that woman's head was twisted off by Falling and placed in the void where its own head should have been. That head was held by its twisted arms and hands from behind, supporting its side face. It had no neck, no vocal cords, but the head suspended above its body emitted the same voice as the dead woman.
"How rude—to let this unprecedented ingredient witness such an unsightly display. I am the head chef of the Hell Restaurant in the Tokyo area. I didn't receive any orders today. But I was truly curious about the fresh ingredient that appeared. So I ventured here without invitation. Please don't mind."
The surrounding people had long since scattered in a burst of terrified screams. In a blink of an eye, the street was deserted, with only three people remaining.
Falling was a primordial devil; the one before them was merely a clone. Although not its main body, its strength was already above that of the Gun Devil. Fortunately, she acted according to her own rules and didn't indiscriminately kill innocents, so Akira didn't feel much of a sense of crisis from her.
"Ingredient? Your tone is a bit too arrogant."
"Not necessarily, sir. Given your rarity, I won't inflict too much harm on you. However, as the chef, I must fulfill my duty and confirm your deliciousness."
Falling stood still, her main limbs respectfully following ancient court etiquette. Her other arms—grotesque limbs—adorned her back, possessing a bizarre beauty.
"Master, that is Falling—one of the primordial devils, corresponding to humanity's fear of low emotions and falling."
"Control Devil, thank you for the reminder about the ingredient. But only when completely unguarded can I grasp the truest flavor."
Saying this, Falling clasped her hands together and twisted them.
In an instant, many people floated in the surrounding sky. It is human nature to enjoy a spectacle. Their deep-seated painful experiences were drawn out by Falling, plunging them into low emotions, then gravity reversed, and they slowly drifted toward the sky. The greater the negative emotions, the stronger the "anti-gravity" they experienced.
Even Makima, who was beside Akira, became ethereal and floated up.
But Akira remained motionless—standing still.
"It seems this brand new ingredient isn't very delicious."
"I can only say, your power is still too weak."
Perhaps it was because he came from another world, or perhaps his spirit exceeded the threshold. Akira could only feel that this entity used a mental attack, but it had no effect on him.
In an instant, Akira appeared behind Falling.
The next second, Falling shattered into pieces, turning into minced meat.
Akira did not look back but instead looked toward the door. Inside the door was the space where hell resided—even a considerably deep layer of hell. But Akira only saw a pitch-black expanse, discovering nothing.
However, Falling's body instantly recovered, and she pointed in Akira's direction. It missed Akira, but that spot instantly disintegrated, with rubble flying everywhere.
At the same time, Falling's body felt a chill, and her chef's robe turned into fragments.
"Tsk—so big, it's actually real."
From the appearance and the touch—it's not just big. It's also very firm and chewy.
"Only you, who can control gravity, could grow to this level. If it were anyone else, wouldn't it drag down to their stomach?"
Akira strolled leisurely, boldly stating his opinion.
Falling showed no emotion. "As a chef, my body has never been evaluated before. This is truly a good experience."
Aside from her normal physique, Falling truly had no head of her own. But the beauty she had plucked off had a decent appearance. The bloody tears streaming from her eyes and face added many points to her.
"What a pity—she's a Headless Horseman."
Boom!
A deep pit appeared where Akira stood. But at the same time, Akira used the same method to crush Falling's clone into meat paste. He activated his telekinesis, kneaded it into a ball, and threw it into the door.
"Killing one of your clones is a waste of effort. Once I send all the devils in this world back to hell, I'll go down and play with you."
As his voice fell, Akira closed the door. The door then vanished without a trace before him.
Falling disappeared, and gravity returned. People who had flown into mid-air suddenly fell from the sky like rain.
Thump, thump, thump…
Those who were lower were fine—minor injuries and disabilities. But those who were higher up were like mosquitoes swatted dead, magnified into human forms.
Bang!
Makima landed not far from Akira, her legs fractured. But the next second, she stood up. This kind of injury was nothing at all. If she counted carefully, she still had over two hundred million lives.
"Master!"
"No talking. Dogs don't speak human language."
"Woof woof~!"
"Very good. The time for this descent is almost up. I have a task to give you."
"Woof woof~!"
"Dominate all the devils in the human world. If you dominate them, you will receive a reward when I come next time."
"Woof woof~!"
Makima rubbed against Akira's shoulder, her eyes shining.
Akira laughed heartily. "Good dog. Go ahead and turn your back."
Makima immediately did as she was told.
Human Cannon activated.
God's Hand activated.
Backstabber activated.
[Congratulations, player. You have met the unlock condition for the trophy [Beast Tamer (Active)]. When the target cooperates, the master's senses are doubled and the target's senses increase by 50%. When the target disobeys orders, attack power increases by 50% (adaptive).]