Any fatal damage Makima received would be converted into diseases or accidents among Japanese citizens.
This meant she had over 120 million lives. Even if she were cut into pieces by a chainsaw or burned to ashes, she could resurrect as if nothing had happened.
But here, things were different.
Because she responded to Sumire's summon and crossed dimensions into the Marvel Universe, those contracts based on her original World's rules had been automatically dissolved.
The current Makima no longer had 100 million scapegoats, nor did she have powerful subordinates like the Angel Devil or Spider Devil at her beck and call.
Her durability was a measly "2," meaning she had truly become a glass cannon.
If she were headshotted by a sniper bullet or punched by Hulk, she really would die.
Although devils go to Hell after dying and have a chance to be reborn in the human World, the problem was... were the Hells of the Marvel Universe and the chainsaw man World the same?
Even if they were, the one resurrected would only be the Control Devil, not Makima.
Without her memories, it was hard to say if she would even still be Sumire's Incarnation.
Sumire didn't want to know the answer to that question.
However... Sumire's gaze moved from durability to the intelligence and ability columns, and her eyes grew fervent again.
Even without her immortality, Makima was still terrifyingly strong!
If other Incarnations were either stat monsters like Reze or gimmick monsters like Perona...
Then Makima was... "I want it all!"
She not only possessed terrifying strength to pierce chests with her bare hands and grandmaster-level fighting skills, but also the unreasonable, conceptual, and perverse ability of "as long as I think you're weaker than me, you're literally my dog!"
Simply put, Makima was a character with strong early-game stats, but her late-game mechanics were even more exaggeratedly powerful.
Her only weakness was being a glass cannon, which could even be compensated for through devil contracts.
If this were a game, the designers would definitely be cursed at by players for balance issues.
In this Marvel Universe where superpowered individuals were as common as cattle...
As long as Makima was given enough time to plan... she would still be that despair-inducing Control Devil, perhaps even stronger than the Makima of the Chainsaw Man Plane—after all, a Makima who controlled other devils was perverse enough, but what if... she controlled those superheroes and villains?
At this thought, a plan formed simultaneously in the minds of Sumire and Makima.
They shared a look, and a unique tacit understanding slowly grew between the two women... The nights in Hells Kitchen were always accompanied by the stench of rotting trash and faint screams.
At the dark and damp sewer entrance, a few gray rats were poking their heads out.
They looked no different from ordinary rats, but if one looked closely, they would find a strange light of rationality flickering in their eyes.
Meanwhile, in the Queens apartment.
Sumire was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, biting into a potato chip Perona handed to her mouth with a crisp "crunch."
Her field of vision was almost in a strange split-screen state.
If Sumire's brain were compared to a central computer...
Then she not only had windows open for Reze, Lux, and Perona, but now she had added a window for Makima.
As an S-Rank Incarnation, Makima's window was even more exaggerated. Under the original high-definition main view, dozens of low, dark, noisy, mosaic-like pop-up windows had split off, densely packed—those were the eyes of the rats spread throughout that neighborhood.
Yes, Makima had conveniently controlled all the rats in Queens.
For these simple-minded, low-level creatures, Makima could take over a large area in a single breath, making them her omnipresent little spies in the city.
"Mmm... this feeling is so strange." Sumire grabbed a potato chip, stuffed it into her mouth, and couldn't help but shiver.
Strictly speaking, these rats were also her Incarnations, or rather, Incarnations of her Incarnation.
Sumire never thought in her life that she would one day experience what it felt like to be a rat... Sumire and Makima were currently searching for information through the ears of the rats, a symphony of thousands of noises—the sound of water dripping, footsteps, distant sirens, and... the dull thud of a fist hitting flesh.
"Found it." Sumire chewed the potato chip in her mouth, her gaze sharpening.
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