[Fantasy Ending] Chainsaw Man: Reze Chapter - Fujimoto Tsuki's Fantasy Novel : Makima and Denji 's Fictional Paradise

 

[Fantasy Ending] Chainsaw Man: Reze Chapter - Fujimoto Tatsuki's fantasy novel : Denji's fictional side story: It's not illegal to imagine in your head - The battle in Denji's head

 

12. Neural Reorganization – Makima's Underground Laboratory

The chemical plant's "mistake" became a thorn in Makima's side that she couldn't remove. Instead of taking Denji to patrol the territory, she took him to the deepest part of the Public Security Special Division , a forbidden zone that even the Kishibe was off-limits to — the "Neural Repair Laboratory . "

There are no cozy sofas in the tower, no virtual sunlight. Only glaring operating lights , cold medical steel, and the lingering smell of formaldehyde and potent anesthetics in the air.

Denji was naked and strapped to the hydraulic operating table, his limbs locked with heavy restraints. His chest was sealed with a set of precision vacuum suction cups, preventing him from making any physical resistance.

" Denji-kun , we need to grind away those 'rusty' parts." Makima put on a white lab coat and latex gloves, holding an electron probe that shimmered with a ghostly blue light. "It'll be a little uncomfortable, but after it's over, you'll be purer than before."

 

13. The Collapse of the Mental Cinema

Makima precisely inserted the probe behind Dianzhi 's ear, which is the intersection of the brain's memory circuits .

"Buzz— ! "

A high-frequency electric current instantly surged into Denji 's brain. In reality, Denji 's body convulsed violently from the extreme electric shock, his bones creaking and grinding against the restraints. But in his mind, the "illegal film" was undergoing unprecedented destruction.

The once clear silhouette of Reige began to flicker and shatter violently under the impact of the blue electric current. The fighting techniques Reige taught him, the taste of coffee, and the memories of rainy days were now being forcibly covered with a thick layer of white paint by Makima.

"No... Get away... " Denji 's consciousness screamed.

His mind raced, trying to grasp that wisp of purple hair. But Makima's will transformed into countless white chains, descending from the sky and tearing Ragnarok 's afterimage to shreds. This was no longer gentle domination; it was a brutal mental castration.

14. The Bomb Demon's Last Resistance

Just as Denji 's consciousness was about to completely collapse and Reige's image was about to vanish into nothingness, the "bomb" deep in his head suddenly erupted with astonishing heat.

That wasn't Leige 's memory, but **the sensation of pain** itself.

Denji recalled the moment Reige bit off his tongue, the excruciating pain mixed with the taste of blood and a frenzied agony. In his consciousness, he no longer protected the phantom of Reige , but instead actively detonated those painful memories.

"boom!!"

A black, explosive current swept across his mental realm, and the impact even traveled back along the probe to strike Makima's senses.

Makima's hand trembled slightly, and the probe almost fell off. She looked at the monitoring instrument in surprise; under extreme suppression, a spike-like peak appeared in Dianzhi 's brainwave chart .

"Using pain to build a defense?" Makima's eyes turned cold. She increased the power of the probe. " Yoji-kun , the more you struggle, the more thoroughly I must dismantle you."

15. "Reorganization" after the blank space

The surgery lasted a full twelve hours .

When the probe was pulled out, fine traces of blood seeped from the corners of Denji's eyes, nostrils, and ears. His eyes completely lost focus, and his eyeballs rolled upwards involuntarily, revealing large expanses of horrifying whites.

Makima untied the restraints, and Dianzhi slid to the ground like a lump of mud .

" Denji-kun , look at me."

Denji slowly, extremely slowly, raised his head. His movements no longer had that "unnatural sluggishness" from before, but instead displayed a chilling, absolute submissiveness. He looked at Makima, and even a hollow yet perfectly standard smile appeared on his lips.

" ... Miss Makima ... "

"Is the person who was making noise in my head just now still there?" Makima asked tentatively.

Yodo tilted his head , as if pondering a non-existent word, then shook his head. "Inside, it's very quiet. There's nothing there ... only Miss Makima's voice."

Makima smiled with satisfaction. She leaned down and kissed Dianzhi's cold forehead. She was certain that she had completely defused the time bomb called " Reggie ".

However, in the deepest , most unfathomable, cleansed corner of Dōji's mind, in the darkest recesses, one last thing remained. It wasn't Reggie 's face, nor her voice, but the outline of a charred pull tab from a coffee can .

That was him using the last of his soul's strength to bury it in the deepest part of "pain" .

He is indeed purer now. He has become a more dangerous, more perfect killing machine than before. But he is also waiting — waiting for the day when he will set this laboratory ablaze with his own hands.

Because, although the imagery may be temporarily suppressed in the mind, once the seed of pain is planted, it will never wither. (...To be continued...)

[Fantasy Ending] Chainsaw Man: Reze Chapter - Fujimoto Tsuki's Fantasy Novel : Makima and Denji 's Fictional Paradise

 

[Fantasy Ending] Chainsaw Man: Reze Chapter - Fujimoto Tatsuki's fantasy novel : Denji's fictional side story: It's not illegal to imagine in your head - The battle in Denji's head

 

8. Malfunctioning weapon – the target let go

That "unnatural sluggishness" planted a seed of doubt in Makima, but she did not stop using the weapon.

Three days later, Makima led Denji to an abandoned chemical plant on the outskirts of Tokyo. Their target was a high-ranking member of the "Smuggling Demon," a demon who possessed a crucial list of transnational demonic contracts that the Special Affairs Division had been investigating. This was not merely a massacre, but a precisely planned retrieval mission.

" Denji-kun , go." Makima stood on the high steel platform, the wind blowing through her red hair . " Sever its limbs, but leave its brain. I need it alive to tell the secret."

Dian Zhi nodded blankly, the pull ring on his chest emitting a low hum .

9. The "bomb" in the mind and the prey before one's eyes

Denji charged into the chemical plant, the roar of chainsaws drowned out everything. The Smuggling Demon was a monster made up of countless suitcases and rotting flesh, frantically flailing its barbed tentacles in an attempt to stop this metallic reaper from getting closer.

Under normal circumstances, Denji only needs three seconds to dismantle his opponent.

But in the instant of their clash, a brilliant spark suddenly exploded deep within Denji's mind. It was Reisen 's voice, with a mischievous tone: "Hey, Denji-kun , it would be fun if we ran away now, wouldn't it?"

This sentence was like a precise chaff, striking his nerves.

Denji stumbled almost imperceptibly. His chainsaw, which was supposed to slice off the monster 's knee, veered off course due to that 0.1-second "delay" and slammed heavily into a nearby support pillar . Sparks flew and debris scattered.

10. A deliberate "mistake"

"... A malfunction?" Makima, who was monitoring from a high vantage point, narrowed her eyes.

Dianzhi didn't stop; he swung the chainsaw again, but this time, his mind was replaying the **"blind spot"** that Leijie had taught him. He deliberately blocked Makima's line of sight by turning around.

In this blind spot, Yodo saw the terrified eyes of the smuggling demon.

Instead of severing the monster's throat, he struck its abdomen hard with the side of the chainsaw . This seemingly violent force actually propelled the monster towards the chemical plant's only sewer entrance .

"Now's the time. Get out ." Dianzhi coldly uttered these words in his heart.

Although the smuggling demon was stupid, its survival instincts allowed it to instantly understand this unexpected "opportunity." It rolled along with the force of the impact, smashed open the rusty iron cover, and plunged into the bottomless ditch.

11. False self-blame

"Ah... he got away."

Dianzhi stopped moving, and the chainsaw chain slowly came to a halt. He stood there, looking down at his mud-covered hands, his voice flat and carrying a deliberate, machine-like sense of defeat.

Makima slowly walked down the platform, the sound of her high heels on the steel footboard heavy and cold. She walked behind Dianzhi and looked at the empty sewer opening.

" Denji-kun , your angle was off by three centimeters just now." Makima's voice was emotionless, which was all the more terrifying. "Why?"

Denji turned around, staring blankly at her like a computer that had overheated and restarted. "Miss Makima... there 's an explosion in my head. My hands won't obey me."

He used that excuse again. He was pretending to be a broken product malfunctioning due to a "mental breakdown." He was telling Makima: You've ruined my soul, so now I'm a gun that jams.

Makima remained silent for a long time. She stretched out her cold fingers and forcefully pinched Denji 's chin, forcing him to look into her eyes. She tried to find a spark of resistance in those lifeless pupils, but Denji was desperately recalling the despairing darkness of Raise's death , burying all sense of life deep beneath the ashes.

"It seems that 'noise' is still trying to take you back," Makima said softly , her tone revealing an almost morbid possessiveness. "It's alright, since this gun is jammed , let's just take it apart and reassemble it."

Dianzhi lowered his head and let Makima lead him away from the scene.

In the instant he turned, his peripheral vision caught sight of the dark sewer opening. At that moment, the image of Leige in his mind chuckled softly—the most beautiful sound he had ever heard in this white hell.

He let one of his targets escape.

Under Makima's control, he stole a "failure".

This rebellion in the mind has only just begun. (...To be continued...)

[Fantasy Ending] Chainsaw Man: Reze Chapter - Fujimoto Tsuki's Fantasy Novel : Makima and Denji 's Fictional Paradise

 

[Fantasy Ending] Chainsaw Man: Reze Chapter - Fujimoto Tatsuki's fantasy novel : Denji's fictional side story: It's not illegal to imagine in your head - The battle in Denji's head

 

4. Unnatural sluggishness

Inside the real white tower, time seems like a gel solidified in amber.

Makima gracefully brought a bright red strawberry to her lips —a top-grade fruit imported from the outside world, carrying a sweet aroma. She slightly turned her head to look at Denji, who was still kneeling beside her . In her perception, Denji was a fully calibrated instrument with perfect data.

" Denji-kun , could you pass me that knife over there ?"

This is an extremely simple command. Under the control of the system, Denji 's nerves should react within a fraction of a second of receiving the sound waves, and her arm should precisely pick up the knife and hand it to her like a precise hydraulic rod .

However, a sense of incongruity arose.

Denji 's fingers trembled slightly. It wasn't a smooth movement, but a sluggish one , like rusty gears struggling to turn. His hand hovered in mid-air for about 0.5 seconds as it reached for the knife.

That 0.5-second pause sounded deafening in the silent tower.

5. "Interference sources" in the brain

Makima's eyes narrowed slightly , and her hand holding the strawberry stopped in mid-air.

Unbeknownst to her, at that moment , the afterimage of Reze was frantically interfering with the system in Denji's mind. Every time Makima issued a command, Reze 's provocative laughter would echo deep within Denji's consciousness .

" Denji-kun , slow down. Don't become an obedient dog so quickly ."

In the simulated battle within her mind, Reze was pulling the fuse, and the massive explosion caused severe "signal interference" in the brain's transmission pathways. The afterimages of the explosion caused a gap in Denji 's reactions in reality.

He was resisting. Although that resistance was as weak as a sandcastle against a tsunami, that **"unnatural sluggishness"** was a crack in the system of domination.

6. Synchronization rate of fracture

Denji finally grasped the knife . But his movements were clumsy, and the tip of the knife even made a crisp sound against the edge of the porcelain plate — a mistake that should never occur for a "perfect toy".

"I'm sorry, Miss Makima... " Denji 's voice remained flat, but his speech was a beat slower than usual .

Denji with her overlapping, circular pupils . She reached out and grabbed Denji 's wrist, which was holding the knife. Her grip was light, yet it carried a chilling pressure capable of freezing the soul .

" Denji-kun , are you sick?" Her tone was still gentle, but the air inside the tower instantly dropped to freezing point.

Denji stared at Makima. Under the gaze of those round eyes, the " Reze " in his mind seemed to be pressed into an abyss by a giant hand . But just then, he remembered the fighting technique Reze had taught him— " Conceal your killing intent, fake your wounds."

He deliberately made his eyes look more vacant and let a trace of drool unconsciously drip from the corner of his mouth, like a completely broken piece of junk with loose parts.

" ... My head feels a bit heavy," Denji said slowly .

This is an extremely dangerous game. He is using "brain damage" as a cover, disguising the dullness caused by longing and resistance as a side effect of being over-dominated.

7. Leijie's " Gift"

Makima gazed at him for a long time, finally letting out a soft sigh. She stroked Yoji 's cheek and pulled him towards her knees.

"It seems the 'aftereffects' of that trip are deeper than I thought . Those distracting thoughts are still lingering in your nerve endings."

She thought it was just remnants of memory at work, but she never expected it to be the flames of war that Denji had deliberately ignited.

Denji obediently rested his head on Makima's knees. In reality, he appeared to be a completely broken shell; but in his mind, he was frantically replaying the last scene of Reze's battle — that posture of running towards the goal even though his whole body was broken .

"Hehe ... Miss Makima... " Denji chuckled inwardly.

That unnatural slowness was his first step in regaining control.

It's not illegal to imagine things in your head.

Practicing how to "kill happiness" in his mind was his final tribute to Reggie .

He was waiting. Waiting for the next taste of coffee, the next gust of wind, or the next explosion of fire in his mind. Until then, he would continue to play this "dull plaything," until he could precisely pull the fuse of the bomb demon buried deep within his soul. (...To be continued...)