Three people were facing each other on an arch bridge spanning a gorge.
On this side are Denji, who has already transformed , and Nayuta, the Control Devil.
On the other side are Polina, who was once part of a team with them in a secret room, and two civilian girls who are being held at knifepoint by her.
A damp wind howled through the mountains. Polina's silver hair became disheveled, revealing the otherworldly mark on her forehead.
Red scales.
That's a characteristic of demons.
Polina narrowed her eyes somewhat proudly. Pointing to her forehead with her fingertip, she began to speak in a childlike tone.
"I've become a demon. Look, look at this head~? It's a little weird, but don't you think it's a small price to pay if it means I can be revived? Hey, Reze, are you listening? You've got such a grumpy face."
"What did you come here for?"
"Wow. That's really direct. You should try to have a more witty conversation. It's been a while since we last met."
"Just be clear. You came here to get Bom's heart back, didn't you?"
"Hmm, well, I suppose so? I was given a mission along those lines."
Someone has taken a bold step forward.
Chainsaw Man.
Denji stepped in front of me to protect me.
Polina whistles.
"Chainsaw Man! I know him. A hero who rose from rock bottom and seized his freedom, so cool!"
"Huh? Me?"
"Because we're in a similar situation. As fellow sufferers who started from rock bottom, I feel a sense of kinship with them. I really admire them."
"...Hmm."
"Don't you have something to talk about?"
It was Nayuta who took over from Denji, who had already begun to let his guard down, and got down to business.
Her gaze is fixed on the two girls standing in front of Polina.
With the sharpness of an arrowhead, he scathingly points out the hypocrisy of the Soviet assassin's boasts. He argues that flattery while holding hostages is not persuasive.
"Hmm, well, I guess that's true. You probably don't believe what I say... But, if we didn't do this, we wouldn't even be able to talk in the first place, right?"
Polina let out a small sigh and declared clearly.
"Okay, ten minutes. Once you've talked that long, I'll let you go."
He gave one of the hostages a light push on the back.
The girl with the bob haircut stumbles a couple of steps. With a tense expression, she takes another step and slowly, slowly walks towards me, trying to escape Polina's knife range.
"First, I've released one person. How about that? I hope you'll trust me a little."
"..."
The girl who was taken hostage really did make it to our side without any problems.
We hid him behind the three of us and said, "It's okay now."
The girl with the bob haircut didn't answer, perhaps out of fear. But I didn't have the luxury of worrying about her.
I didn't understand Polina's intentions.
"Well, we don't have much time, so I'll get straight to the point. ...Ahem. Um, I've become a demon. What kind of demon, you ask? A fire demon."
"fire...?"
"That's right. It's fire, look."
The little genie holds up his index finger.
A small flame suddenly ignited at its tip.
I caught a glimpse of Nayuta biting her lip in a bitter expression.
"So, what do you think? Isn't it amazing? ...It seems that the Domination Demon over there understands. The Fire Demon is an extremely powerful demon, so the demon that has a piece of its flesh implanted in it is also powerful."
"...What, did you come here to brag?"
"No, that's not true. I came here to tell you your weakness."
"teeth...?"
"A weakness... Well, putting me aside, Anastasia is like someone born for hand-to-hand combat, and now she's also a fire demon. It's like she's invincible. So even Reze, with her Bomb Heart, wouldn't stand a chance in a normal fight, so I thought I'd tell you her weakness."
Polina fluently described the characteristics of the fire demon as if making small talk.
Her ability is to ignite fire.
There are two effective ranges.
First, it's within my field of vision.
The closer the distance, the more effective it is, as you can focus on the subject.
The ignition point is specified by spatial coordinates. Therefore, if the target moves around, heating will not be possible.
Secondly, one's own body.
This device can raise the temperature at will. It can withstand temperatures up to 1000°C.
Its weaknesses are water and oxygen deprivation.
"So, I don't recommend staying in one place. You'll be turned into butter in five seconds."
"Why... I don't understand..."
"I don't want Reze to die. I'm grateful to her, you know. She was so kind to me when I was a guinea pig."
"Oh, really...?"
I'm a little, no, quite confused.
You don't want me to die...?
Didn't Polina come here on a mission to eliminate someone?
But the way he spoke suggested that he would end up fighting Anastasia...
So, that means... Anastasia has been assigned to an assassination mission, but Polina hasn't?
Is that even possible?
"We only have about two hours left to live."
Polina said it nonchalantly.
"I got captured by the Fire Demon. Well, in exchange, I became strong enough to escape from the Soviet Union, so I actually think it was a good deal. No matter how long I live, it's meaningless if I remain a guinea pig, right?"
"So you... escaped from a secret room?"
"Yeah. I just wanted to survive from the start, I never swore any loyalty... You know that, right?"
"You didn't come here to carry out a mission?"
"That's right!"
"Hmm... I see."
"Oh, you don't believe me? It's true!"
"I hope that's the case."
"Haha...Yeah, I think that's about right."
What is true, and what is false?
To be honest, I can't understand it at all.
Subcutaneous peristalsis, muscle twitching, breathing rhythm, blinking frequency... These are signals of emotion, but the other person is a master of deception. We cannot rule out the possibility that they are deliberately showing us these things.
It might all be an illusion.
There's no other way but to be prepared for that.
"So, right now I'm not following anyone's orders. I don't need to; I'm completely free. I'm just making that stance clear."
"So, what did you come here for?"
"Don't be so cold. We're friends, aren't we?"
"That's the first time I've ever heard someone say that."
"Haha. Right? That was the first time I said it too. Friends, huh? I wonder what that even means?"
"--Five minutes remaining"
Nayuta's emotionless voice passes by.
I glanced sideways and saw that he seemed completely normal.
Where is he looking? What is he thinking? That kind of calmness is a blessing right now.
She's probably still plotting in her little mind.
I'm also taking into account the possibility that the previous conversation was meaningless and merely a way to buy time until Anastasia arrives. They must be using birds and animals to observe the surrounding situation in real time.
"Anastasia"
Polina mutters.
"Even after becoming a demon, I haven't changed at all. I intend to carry out my assassination mission with unwavering honesty."
"But there's no reason to obey anymore?"
"He's such a troublesome kid. He doesn't know any other way."
"If they come, we'll just repel them."
"Haha, do you think you can do it? ...Hey, Chainsaw-kun, how strong are you?"
"...Huh? What?"
"I've heard he can pulverize multiple buildings with a single kick, is that true?"
"Uh... what are you talking about? I wasn't listening."
"yes?"
"The conversation is getting long, and I'm thinking about something else..."
"Um, what kind of thing?"
"I wonder what I should do for fun after work."
"Wow, as expected of Chainsaw Man! ...What you say is...different...Wait, what? Are you serious...?"
"??"
Polina's eyes possess the vision of a demon.
Don't overlook even the slightest sign.
With her golden eyes wide open, she intently observed Denji.
He furrowed his brow, leaned forward, and finally his mouth hung open in a daze.
"Do you... have some kind of cognitive impairment...?"
"Really?"
"Well, you know... haha, I was just thinking, 'There really are some people with big hearts out out there.'"
"Huh? What the hell are you trying to make fun of me, you little brat?!"
"Sorry, sorry... but if you don't have the power you had when you were in full demon form, Anastasia will be in a lot of trouble."
"Hmm. Oh, really?"
"Serious" Anastasia.
She obediently followed every order, appearing to be more loyal to the country than anyone else—and the adults judged her that way too. But the reality was different.
She knew she was an outcast.
I don't understand people's feelings.
It's impossible to judge good from evil.
Anastasia, unable to distinguish between right and wrong, sometimes harmed her comrades for reasons that couldn't even be called reasons.
—His snoring was really loud. I told him to stop, but he wouldn't, so I stopped him. ...It's a simple matter, isn't it? Or am I wrong?
There is only one country on this earth that would accept such a person simply because they are "good at killing": the Soviet Union, where the value of human life is extremely low.
That's why Anastasia was so positive about her homeland. She knew she had nowhere else to go.
"For the sake of her homeland, for the sake of her country... She doesn't really understand such concepts, does she? But that's all Anastasia has to do."
For her, being a warrior isn't a job or a way of life. It's the only way of being on this Earth permitted to aliens who can't understand humans.
There is only one path. That is precisely why it is so strong, and why it is accompanied by a genuine will, not just a superficial one, that allows one to keep walking.
"Polina, what do you want to do?"
"yeah?"
Nayuta was the one to interject.
"They say nice things, but it sounds like they have no intention of helping."
"I lent you my knowledge, didn't I?"
The demon chuckled.
"Don't get me wrong, but I'm basically on Anastasia's side. Her priority is mine."
"Are you friends?"
"Well, I don't know. My wish is for Anastasia to have a satisfying ending. And as for Reze, I just hope she can be saved."
"lie"
Nayuta didn't move a muscle.
The light that had been filtering through the gaps in the clouds began to thin, and the surroundings gradually grew dim. The devil spoke, accompanied by the ominous sky.
"There is only one path a person facing death can choose: to leave no regrets and to complete all unfinished business."
"I don't really have anything I want to do."
"If that were the case, you wouldn't have bothered coming all the way to Japan. You have your own purpose, not for anyone else. Or perhaps—"
A crow cawed.
Eyes circling the bridge peered at the Soviet assassin from countless angles.
"Is everything you say about its lifespan, its weaknesses, just made up?"
The wind is blowing.
Shaking her silver hair, Polina lowered her eyes slightly. A sad, faded expression—
That was a lie too.
She had lied so much that there was no other conclusion to draw.
In the secret room, the weakest girl could only survive by deceiving her companions. Not a boy who cried wolf, but a wolf girl. No one could trust her.
It suddenly occurred to me: perhaps she is even more lonely than Anastasia, the outcast.
"You wouldn't understand, would you? The feelings of someone who has to abandon everything else and cling to one thing, yet still can't achieve results..."
At that moment, light reflected off the clouds for just a split second.
There was no warning.
Almost simultaneously with the ground shaking, an explosion rang out, as if following closely behind.
Denji and Nayuta instinctively turned their eyes towards the source of the sound.
I only glanced out of the corner of my eye, keeping my eyes fixed on Polina. —Smoke was rising from all over town, near the train station.
However, Polina quickly averted her gaze from me. She muttered this as if she were looking at a small fire nearby.
"Oh no, time's up."
The rural town is eerily quiet.
Normally, a siren would be blaring and a crowd of onlookers would be rushing out. But not a single person moved. A ghost town—created by a hitman named Santa Claus, and fighting him was the strongest woman I know well, raised in a secret room—
"Anastasia is coming."
@
"Anastasia is coming."
The silver-haired demon is saying something while holding a knife to the back.
It's probably in Japanese, but I don't understand the content.
The ones responding are the three demons in front.
They were exchanging words over my head, their faces showing a watchful, unguarded expression.
I'm in a completely out-of-place place...
Only excuses like that were swirling around in my head.
I've been feeling unsettled for quite some time now.
My legs feel unsteady, as if I've suddenly become dizzy. I feel like I've been thrown into the middle of a stage in front of a huge audience, completely unprepared.
Why am I... here?
I cautiously glanced at the demonic man standing in front of me.
Electric saws were growing out of its head and both arms.
The thorns protruding from the chain are sharp and densely packed together.
What if something like that came spinning towards you...?
Just thinking about it was enough to make me lose control. My legs were trembling, and I couldn't move a single step.
But they were different.
I am determined to face this present reality head-on and confront it head-on.
They're not frozen. They're not scared.
I'm completely different.
That male demon has probably killed many people with that hand-held power saw. The female demon standing next to him must be the same. They're used to it. The silver-haired genie standing right behind me is too.
Whether it's cutting or burning, the methods may differ, but they're both accustomed to killing.
Inhabitants of a world of murder.
I've been thrust into the center of it all... Why...?
For revenge, for my sister—
The very reasons that once held such determination now seem less reliable than smoke.
What does "kill" mean...?
Why would I even think of doing something like that...?
Revenge. Swearing it was easy.
To repay her benefactor, Quanxi, she rose to the occasion, made a pact with the Devil of the Future and the Devil of Vengeance, and quickly made her way to Japan. She had arrived.
But did we really... did my sister and I truly harbor such intense hatred that it consumed us?
I was abandoned by my biological parents in the past.
My loving adoptive parents were buried under the road due to government convenience.
Because my sister and I didn't have a family register, we couldn't get medical treatment at hospitals, borrow books from libraries, or go to school. The only place we could live was in the back alleys.
"You're unwanted children," the officials told us.
It seems like they were simply channeling their dissatisfaction and anger towards society into the act of "revenge."
It felt like if we resisted injustice, we could prove that we, too, were justified human beings...
Kwanxi was kind. That's true.
I'm angry that he was killed. I'm sad. That's true too.
But I still don't understand what it means to hate someone, or to want to kill them.
Big sister...
My sister is now positioned behind the Domination Demon, just as the Silver-Haired Demon planned.
He held a cursed nail in his hand.
If you stab someone four times, they'll die.
The long-awaited opportunity for revenge had finally arrived, yet—his hands were trembling.
I completely understand how my sister feels.
The power of the vengeful demon—it's not like the opponent dies in retaliation. To wield the cursed nail requires clear intent to kill. You must actively thrust the tip of death into the opponent's flesh.
It completely ruins the other person's life.
We know how terrible that is.
Killing was such a drastic measure; we couldn't possibly do it. It didn't matter if the enemy was a demon or not. After all, we'd never even laid a hand on a dog or a cat.
I'm scared to kill... I don't want to kill...
But we've been through so much... why do we have to go so far as to kill someone...?
It's fine the way it is... If I don't have to do anything, then it's fine the way it is...
If we were to ever take someone's life, we would no longer be able to be considered decent human beings.
You should stop. You shouldn't seek revenge.
I just want to live a normal life.
I don't want my sister to waste any more of her life. No matter who else rejects us, we have each other, don't we? If only my sister would hold my hand, I could live with my head held high.
Let's go home...
Anywhere is fine, any job is fine. As long as I'm with my sister— soaked
"!"
Fever, pain.
The tip of the knife is being forced into the flesh of my back.
My muscles instantly tensed. Even my vocal cords stiffened to prevent the foreign object from entering even a millimeter further.
"Imagine this."
Silently, the silver-haired demon appeared from behind,
"The Control Devil will live a normal life from now on. She'll go to school, study in the library, make friends at school. She'll fall in love, get married, buy a house with a big garden, and be surrounded by pets. She'll live happy days. But by then, she won't remember Quanxi at all. She'll have completely forgotten about you sisters. ...Even though your lives have been ruined like this. Is that really okay with you?"
Something that shouldn't be in my back is entering. The tip of a metal blade is forcing its way in, prying open a centimeter or two, and it could reach my organs at any moment. It's an instinctive fear that something irreversible will happen.
"You sisters will remember this again and again throughout your lives: being looked at with contempt, having to bow your heads against your will, and never being able to repay the kindness of the benefactor who rescued you from those days..."
Tears well up at the thought of the blood leaking and spreading throughout my body. My knees begin to tremble uncontrollably. A throbbing sensation, somewhere between pain and itchiness, continues to tell me something is wrong. Stop it, help me. A terror so intense I'm not even allowed to scream. Saliva drips down, staining the area under my chin.
"I advise you to take revenge if you have someone you can take revenge on. For revenge is a necessary step to regain your dignity. Your lives as sisters have been halted by the humiliation you suffered. In order to move forward again, you must retaliate against those who burdened you with debt."
Gui
The tip of the blade tilted due to the principle of leverage.
The muscle fibers are stretched to their limit.
"Listen, this is what the last shred of kindness left in me is saying."
Tap, tap.
I felt encouraged.
The tip of the knife was pulled out, and I stumbled forward in a humiliating manner.
My uncontrollable legs somehow managed to prevent me from falling.
Freed—
"Ah, ahh"
As I breathed a sigh of relief, the gazes of the controlling demons focused on me. My consciousness, too.
That was a signal.
It was a signal to my sister, telling her to drive in the cursed nail now that an opening had been created.
In my blurry vision, my sister's arm swung wildly.
Inside that finger was the devil's nail,
It was being held very tightly,
Stab down with force—
"Big sister, ..."
A red storm tore through the air.
A loud, explosive sound that could rupture an eardrum.
It looked like a traffic accident.
One of the demons was blown away.
"Ah, ahhhh"
@
I was watching carefully.
Just before the collision, Nayuta-chan also gave a warning.
"come"
His center of gravity was already set. His breathing was also synchronized. What he saw in front of him was a dot-sized red, and the person with the distinctive hair color was leaning forward on the road about 50 meters away.
Anastasia.
I knew that the force of his stepping toe was comparable to that of a pile driver. That crouching start was something he always used to close the distance at the start of a fight.
This time, the target is me.
I felt like our eyes met.
In that instant, red spread across my field of vision.
"!!"
She was already in my arms.
I didn't have time to ponder the incomprehensible footwork. I dodged the diagonal slash from her right hand with a half-turn and circled around to her side, and the red head fell. The falling head, with the added momentum of inertia, held immense destructive power. I kicked off the ground and took a step back, seeing the nape of Anastasia's neck. Her intention in deliberately exposing her back was to set up a body slam, but it was much faster for me to smash the nape of her neck in front of me, so I released the clenched fist I had prepared. In the process, someone grabbed my ankle from behind.
It was Anastasia.
I didn't understand it at all.
With fingertips that appeared from nowhere, my knees and hips, along with my defensive reflexes, were seized and my control was taken over.
Your vision is blurred, and you lose track of your opponent's posture and what they're doing. In that mind-numbing moment, when you can neither receive nor deflect, your life flashes before your eyes.
The knees and hips are shattered.
Holes are pierced all over the body.
Asphalt loomed as far as the eye could see.
He twisted his body and swung his arms, tumbling to the ground to absorb the impact. He got up without being able to comprehend anything,
The knee,
The hip joint is
Both were safe.
It's perfectly fine, it works just fine.
While trying to control my ragged breathing, I checked to make sure there was no damage anywhere.
"Chainsaw Man, was it..."
Anastasia was kneeling about 20 meters away.
The realization that I had been thrown this far quickly vanished.
A chainsaw used to kill demons is pointed at her, just a few centimeters away from her forehead.
"That's fast..."
"Isn't it cool?"
The chainsaw was completely still. Its rotation had stopped as well. The fire demon's palms were gripping the belly of the weapon with great force.
A serious attempt at catching a sword with bare hands.
On a windswept bridge, a man with a chainsaw and a demon woman exchange glances through the chainsaw.
"Let's be friends, shall we? I don't know why you came here, though."
"Okay, if you can last 30 seconds."
"Seriously?! Yay! I promised!"
"Let's begin."
I didn't even have time to say "Ah!"
Anastasia twisted the chainsaw she was holding onto Denji's arm, causing it to collapse. By the time I heard a gasp, the devil's lower body was already biting the ground.
There are two infinitely usable powers in this world.
Your own weight and the resistance from the ground.
The chainsaw that was trapped snapped in half just by stopping its movement completely.
Anastasia's behavior remained unchanged from when she was human. She didn't rely on brute force, but on logic. The human body was merely a pathway for vectors to pass through.
A seemingly insignificant shift in center of gravity transforms into preparation for a deadly bombardment, leaving the opponent on the defensive simply by getting close. Contact is synonymous with death.
Chainsaw Man received a textbook elbow strike to the solar plexus.
"Ahhh!" Denji groaned, but still managed to swing his chainsaw with a reverse grip.
"nothing"
The fire demon's neck split open with a swift rip.
Chainsaw attacks came one after another. The fearless onslaught, unafraid of taking hits, greatly disrupted Anastasia's magic. Even when she stomped on his knee in exchange for a small wound, Chainsaw Man did not stop. Regenerating, he unleashed a blow that left even sound behind.
"--"
Should I help?
Hesitation lasts only a moment.
The answer had already been decided.
Anastasia is not the only enemy on this battlefield. There's Polina, and the hidden Santa Claus and puppet soldiers, and there may be other assassins as well.
He dismisses the girls he is supposed to protect and stands before Polina.
The other fire demon, whose gaze I had been wary of, was directed nowhere. It was staring into the distance at the rural town that had become a ghost town.
What?
What are you looking at?
His face didn't look like he was wallowing in sentimentality. Nor did he seem to be searching for anything in particular.
Her attention and focus are fixed on the area around the station from which smoke is rising.
"...This is troublesome. This wasn't planned."
"What's so special about that station?"
As I said this, I pondered how to resolve this increasingly chaotic situation.
Shouldn't Polina be the first one we need to take down?
Whether she is an enemy or neutral is irrelevant. The problem is the current situation where I'm stuck because I don't know that.
If we can eliminate the uncertain element that is Polina, I can join forces with Chainsaw Man.
If that happens, we'll be able to defeat Anastasia for sure and then take action to deal with Santa Claus.
A strategy of defeating enemies one by one. Problems can be solved sequentially.
Sensing his intention, Polina's slender arm slowly rose and pointed to the deserted townscape.
"This tastes awful."
A rural town nestled in the mountains. The buildings are sparse and low in height.
From the shadows of those objects, the puppet soldiers began to emerge one by one.
Five, ten, twenty—from the right, from the left, they were crammed together, filling the roadway, seemingly having come from nowhere. Every single one of them was expressionless. Their glass eyes were turned towards me, and their arms had transformed into sword-like shapes.
Furthermore.
At its center was something enormous.
It's just under 4 meters tall.
It walked on two legs, and from what I could see, it had at least five arms. Its body was covered in camouflage patterns, and its face was particularly bizarre. Its mouth resembled the large jaws of an arthropod.
One arm, as thick as a log, grabbed the head of the nearest puppet soldier, then carelessly pulled it out along with its spine and shoved it into the grotesque mouth. It crunched and swallowed it. Then, several more arms sprouted from it.
It is healing its wounds.
The parts that Anastasia likely destroyed.
"Was that...a demon summoned by Santa Claus? Does that mean Anastasia failed to kill it...?"
"No, I don't think so."
When it came to combat, she was more serious than anyone else, so there's no way she would do such a sloppy job.
It wasn't that they failed to kill it; they simply couldn't kill it.
"I see, so that's how they use the puppet soldiers as healing items..."
If the enemy can heal without limit, even Anastasia, who has become a fire demon, will have a hard time defeating it.
She probably decided that she wasn't getting anywhere fighting that mysterious demon, so she ended the battle and came towards us, her original target. She likely intended to finish the fight quickly, reunite with Polina, and have the two fire demons team up to face Santa Claus's forces.
But that plan failed.
"30 seconds! 30 seconds have passed! Gah! Ahhhhhh!?"
Chainsaw Man is slammed against the railing with a high-pitched crash. He swings his left arm, which is still covered in flames, around wildly.
"You idiot, turn off the fire! Aa
"Tch. I can't hold out any longer..."
"Nastya! What are we going to do now?"
"A temporary truce. We'll take care of Santa Claus first."
As Anastasia lowered her stance, the flames on Denji's arm went out.
Chainsaw Man groaned, and Nayuta rushed over to him. She poured a blood pack over his face and made him drink it, and his burns healed in no time. The two girls who had been held hostage stared intently at the scene.
They're just ordinary people. I want to help them escape somehow, but...
I tried telling them to evacuate to the other side of town, but they didn't react, as if they weren't listening.
"Reze, hey," Anastasia called out. "Those doll troops are getting in the way. You lend a hand too."
"You've got some nerve... You were trying to kill me until just now."
"Is that so?"
"So, you're planning to fight again after you defeat Santa, right?"
"I said it was a temporary truce."
"...Oh nooooo!"
Anastasia's nonchalant expression is irritating.
Polina is just as bad. She came all the way to Japan even though it wasn't a mission, and now she's just acting all suggestive.
What's most infuriating is the current situation where we have no choice but to accept their proposals.
"Hmm, there seem to be at least 200 of them."
Polina muttered as if it were someone else's problem.
A mountain of puppet soldiers, and monstrous, unidentifiable demons. These non-human creatures didn't hesitate. They surged forward in a tsunami, all at once, to fulfill their order to slaughter.
"Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes"
"There are too many!"
"Aaaah! This has happened before, hasn't it?!"
"Reze, decide what you're going to do."
"I said we'll team up! I'll decide the strategy too, okay?! ...First, we retreat! I'll blow up the bridge and drop it! The dolls will scatter and try to cross the valley, so we'll take them out one by one!"
"It'll be faster if we attack."
"We're outnumbered, so we'll use the terrain to our advantage!"
"I'm fine."
"Pollina!"
"Nastya, the conductor right now is Leze."
"...follow"
"What's going on?! What am I supposed to do?!"
Is this really okay?
Of course, I can't shake off my doubts.
But Anastasia and her group are professionals. They never make mistakes in determining priorities. At least until the Santa Claus forces are no longer a threat, or until there is a clear prospect of that happening, they should be able to cooperate. Or at least, I want to believe that.
Leaving the girls and Nayuta in Denji's care, he steps onto the sturdy arch bridge. The amount of explosives needed to bring it down in one shot is extraordinary. He gathers it in his right arm and begins to generate a large warhead.
Almost finished --
"You fools... you don't understand anything..."
A man tied to the bridge railing nearby muttered.
The shapeshifter who was sent as an assassin no longer resembles Chainsaw Man. A small, middle-aged man is smiling eerily.
"The world is a rational, results-oriented society... Ha ha ha, humans are pawns! I am God!"
"Who's there?"
"who?"
"Who is this guy?"
Without waiting for a reply, Anastasia threw the knife.
"Aaaargh!"
"Hey! Don't kill him!"
"If no body is found, it doesn't count as murder. I'm safe."
This guy! Seriously!
"Guh, guh... You little brat! I have more influence than you! You're just jealous, aren't you?!"
The middle-aged man's outline twists and turns, and the angular joints become rounded. He transforms into a weaponized human with a round metal head—wait, that's me!?
The fake Bomb Girl's fists had turned into bombs.
It's an unbelievable sight, but his accuracy in imitation has already been proven by his transformation into Chainsaw Man.
Bo
The real fuse was lit.
There was no time to stop.
A blinding flash of light and a wave of heat reached my large warhead—
"I, I'm the 'Night Swordsman' who looks better in black than anyone else! Nothing is impossible for me!"
It caused a massive explosion.
The roaring sound faded into the depths of the mountains. The bridge spanning the valley, the epicenter of the explosion, had tragically collapsed, sending white smoke rising from it.
There is no sound.
There's no sign of any living creatures.
The sun was obscured by dark gray nimbostratus clouds, and cold air blew down, stealing away human body heat.
Only lifeless, doll-like soldiers were moving about. They scattered and jumped off cliffs to corner their targets.
"Ah
On the edge of the bridge stood a massive body, nearly four meters long.
With its insect-like compound eyes, it observes the riverbed at its feet, the opposite bank in front of it, and the surrounding mountains.
A demon that spews boundless malice and animalistic stench.
Standing beside him was a young child who was completely out of place standing next to him.
Her green eyes narrowed, and her slender, thread-like blonde hair swayed radially.
"It's about to get noisy."
He was no ordinary child.
That small head is packed with knowledge and character cultivated over decades of life.
Her name was Santa Claus. The hitman from Germany spoke with the same flatness as a boss giving a routine assignment.
" You demon!"
A single drop of water fell from the sky.
It seeps into the asphalt silently, gradually covering it in black.
Certain types of clay emit a scent called petrichor when the humidity exceeds 80%. It's the smell of the moment before it rains. No one can escape that scent and the rain clouds that envelop the vast, majestic natural landscape.
"Kill every single one of them."
Night is falling.
The war is about to begin.