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

 

[Fantasy Ending] Chainsaw Man: Reze Chapter - Fujimoto Tsuki's Fantasy Novel : Denji 's Fictional Side Story: It's not illegal to imagine things in your head —but the real-life version of the character in the mind has turned into roasted meat.

At the top of that maddeningly white tower, an oppressive, almost sacred silence hung in the air. Makima sat gracefully , legs crossed , on the grey sofa. Her slender fingers lightly brushed against an old book of poetry, her pale yellow, round eyes occasionally glancing at Denji kneeling at her feet .

At this moment , Denji looked like an empty shell, his soul completely drained. His eyes were vacant, his lips drooped, and even his breathing was extremely weak. In Maki's perception, Denji 's brain should now be a wasteland covered by heavy snow, devoid of weeds and signs of life.

However, deep within Denji 's imprisoned head, in that realm of imagination where even "domination" cannot be completely sealed off, a horrifying, utterly insane, and ravenous act of **"outrageous"** is taking place.

1. The Kitchen of Consciousness: From Dominator to Ingredients

Yodo closed his eyes. In reality, he was a lowly dog, but in the space of his imagination, he was wearing an apron stained with oil and holding a huge, gleaming chef's knife.

He imagined that once pure white space as a smoky, bustling late-night barbecue restaurant. The air was no longer filled with the cold, sophisticated scent of soap , but instead with the mouthwatering, rich aroma of charcoal and garlic soy sauce.

in this shop is lying on a clean cutting board.

That wasn't a demon, nor a beast, but rather a neatly divided, clearly textured **"Maki Maki "**.

In Denji 's imagination, he was no longer afraid of the red- haired woman. He remembered Maki Makoto once telling him , "We'll always be together ." A sinister, twisted laugh echoed in Denji's mind. " Yes, Miss Makima, if I eat you, we'll truly be one forever, right?"

2. The Art of Cooking: Ultimate Deconstruction and Revenge

Yodo began this sacred ritual in his mind.

He imagined himself using the most delicate knife skills to dismantle those parts that symbolized "dominance," one by one. This was not for killing, but a kind of gentle, gluttonous redemption. He sliced the throat tissue that had issued countless cold commands into thin slices, and imagined the eyeballs , which had once looked down on everything, like tree rings, as special parts filled with oil.

He started a charcoal fire. The red of the flames was even more dazzling than Maki's long hair.

" Sizzle — sizzle— "

of slices of meat hitting the grill in his mind . It was the most beautiful symphony in the world. The fat boiled and exploded under the scorching heat of the charcoal fire , releasing a rich aroma that made his brain tingle. He imagined himself sprinkling on plenty of coarse salt and drizzling on spicy miso , transforming all the "divinity" that had once suffocated him into the most primal and vulgar " satisfaction ".

"Miss Makima, so this is what you taste like... so warm." In his imagination, Denji picked up a piece of perfectly grilled bacon with slightly charred edges and put it in his mouth, chewing it frantically.

That taste exploded in his consciousness , breaking through those cold chains. He was devouring her hypocrisy, her coldness, and all the pain she had brought him.

3. A Feast in the Mind: The Last Flame of Appetite

" Denji-kun , what are you laughing at?"

In reality, Maki's voice suddenly rang out. Her voice was still as gentle as a spring breeze, yet it carried a chill that could cut through the air.

Denji jolted in shock, his empty eyes slowly focusing. He looked at the elegant, noble, and arrogant woman before him. A physiological spasm ran through his stomach — not from fear, but from extreme hunger .

"N- nothing ... Miss Makima," Denji said slowly, his voice hoarse, even swallowing slightly. "I'm just... a little hungry."

Maki raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly surprised by the answer, then gave a saintly smile: "Really? After you finish reading this chapter , I'll prepare the best dinner for you."

"Hehe... Okay . I like... delicious meat the most ."

Dianzhi lowered his head again, concealing the mad hunger in his eyes.

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

You think you control my soul, but in my head I've already sliced you into ginger-braised pork, pork belly, and short ribs.

You think you're feeding a pet, but you don't know that deep in its consciousness, this pet is tasting your flesh and blood again and again.

In that smoky, charcoal-filled barbecue restaurant, Denji picked up the last piece of meat. It was the fighting spirit that Reze had taught him, and the last bite of food that Pochita had left him. He swallowed " Mikima " whole , and in that extreme sense of guilt and pleasure, he felt his broken heart being rekindled with the drive for revenge because of this "illegal extra meal."

Maki remained seated gracefully.

Denji remained kneeling quietly .

But atop this pure white tower, a profound rebellion known as "cannibalism" had already taken its final bow in Denji's mind .

[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 - Denji's imagination of marrying Reze in his head

At the top of Makima's tower, constructed of pure white reason and the will to dominate, Denji remained kneeling like a stone sculpture. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating his golden hair , making him appear sacred and serene. Makima sat beside him, perusing thick books about ancient civilizations, occasionally sipping her red tea and savoring the absolute tranquility brought by this "perfect work."

However, in Denji 's mind, which was considered to have been "cleaned up," a grand, colorful, and absolutely "illegal" fantasy was burning like a wildfire.

This is a wedding planned in my head.

1. The Hall of Dreams: Ruins Where Gunfire No Longer Strikes

Denji 's consciousness, the memories of that charred, abandoned chemical plant and the stench of blood were repainted by his imagination.

It was a small chapel nestled by the sea, its wooden pews covered in tender green moss and unidentified wildflowers. There were no guests, no Makima's watchful eye, and even the lingering, putrid smell of death had been washed away by the sea breeze. The air was filled with a warm aroma, like freshly baked bread mixed with cheap lattes.

Denji found himself wearing a black suit that didn't fit him quite right, with his tie askew. He stood nervously before the altar, his hands constantly rubbing against his thighs, his palms sweating profusely. This wasn't the cold sweat from preparing for battle, but a kind of anxiety called "happiness" that made him feel like his blood vessels were about to burst.

" Denji-kun , you look really stupid today ."

A cheerful voice came from the entrance of the auditorium.

2. Lei Jie's bridal pose: a combination of bombshell and white veil.

Dianzhi held his breath and turned his head away.

Leijie stood in the sunlight by the door. She wasn't wearing the black fuse ribbon; instead, she wore a simple and light pure white wedding dress. The fabric was somewhat worn, with a few unwashed stains along the edges, resembling coffee marks, but in Dianzhi 's eyes, it was the most magnificent garment in the world.

Her long hair wasn't tied up , but rather casually draped over her shoulders, swaying gently in the sea breeze. She walked barefoot on the wooden floor, the black ribbon he had secretly kept in the laboratory still tied around her ankle.

Instead of a bouquet of flowers, Leijie was holding a can of his favorite coffee, which was still emitting cold air.

"Although it's not illegal to imagine in your head, it costs money to imagine me looking this beautiful in a wedding dress." Leijie tilted her head , her deep and wild eyes now filled with honey-like tenderness.

In his imagined world, Yodo felt his heart — the heart that Makima had once held in her hand and wantonly ravaged—beating at a frenzied rhythm.

3. An Illegal Vow: A Promise Between Coffee and the Rest of My Life

They stood side by side before the altar. There were no priests, no gods, for in Dekichi 's mind, he was the only true God.

" Denji-kun , do you want to exchange vows with me?" Reige asked softly.

"A vow... What is that? Can you eat it ?" Denji grinned foolishly, but tears welled up in his eyes.

"You have to promise me that from today onwards, your mind will only contain me. No Miss Makima, no those boring orders, and no those painful missions." Rachel reached out and gently hooked her finger around Dianzhi 's tie, pulling him closer. "We're going somewhere where nobody knows us. We're going to sleep in every day, we're going to school for extra lessons, we're going to the movies to watch those utterly boring romance movies until we fall asleep … "

"I promise you," Yodo interrupted her impatiently, his voice hoarse and trembling. "I'll promise you anything. Whether it's going to school, eating sushi, or going to that ... countryside you mentioned . As long as you're there, even if I can only drink expired coffee every day, I'll feel like a king."

Leijie smiled . She pulled the tab on the coffee can.

"Click."

That crisp sound triggered a silent explosion in Denji 's mind. It wasn't a destructive explosive, but a shockwave called "hope." In his imagination, they were kissing. There was no domination, no chains, only their overlapping breaths and that real, heart-wrenching body heat.

4. The Ashes of Reality and the Eternal Secret

In reality , Denji 's lips curled into an extremely subtle smile, so subtle that even Makima couldn't detect it.

Makima turned a page and glanced indifferently at Dianzhi . She thought she controlled every nerve and every memory of this boy. She thought his mind was a silent wilderness.

Little did she know that beneath that body she considered worthless, a most lavish and illegitimate wedding ceremony was taking place, one that was enough to overthrow the entire system of domination.

In that dream, Yodo held Rei tightly in his arms . He knew it was just an illusion. He knew that as long as he opened his eyes, he would still be that plaything kneeling on the cold floor.

But he didn't care.

Because imagining things in your mind is not illegal.

Because as long as this wedding keeps replaying in her mind, as long as Rachel is still smiling at him in that seaside church, Makima can never truly have him.

He secretly gave that false god a cruel sneer.

"Miss Makima, you killed my reality, but I gave Rae a future you couldn't enter ."

Deep within his mind, Denji and his bride walked hand in hand toward the beach where darkness would never fall. There, the pull ring was no longer the fuse of the chainsaw , but the only proof of their exchange of happiness.

[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

22 . The fuse that ignites memories

The moment the bullet struck his body, Denji let out a maniacal laugh. He reached out and pulled the pin on his chest, but this time, it wasn't to transform. Instead, he used all the blood in his body as fuel to ignite the black ribbon hidden under the pin, as well as the flammable materials around him.

"BOOM!!!"

A massive explosion, powerful enough to shake the entire port, occurred. A scorching fireball soared into the sky, turning the night sky a terrifying orange-red. Thick smoke from the chemical agents obscured all monitoring equipment. At the epicenter of the explosion, Denji 's body was blasted into countless fragments.

Logically, as long as Pochita exists, the décor can regenerate.

But amidst the chaotic flames, Denji wrapped his most vital core — the beating heart connected to Pochita—in a blood-stained black ribbon and threw himself into the cold ocean current with all his might. All that remained on the Kishibe was a charred, destroyed, and utterly regenerative shell.

23. The Vanishing Chainsaw Man

When Makima arrived at the scene, only ruins remained of the port.

She stood amidst the charred ruins, gazing at the carbonized remains of a body, devoid of any sign of life. She reached out, trying to sense that familiar connection of domination, but only deathly silence answered her.

" ... Did we fail?" Makima's voice carried a hint of confusion for the first time.

She thought she had completely reconstructed Denji , but she never expected that this "perfect creation" would choose to self-destruct. Among the charred remains of the corpse's fingers , she found a small piece of black ribbon fiber that had not been completely burned.

Several kilometers away on the sea, a soaking wet and exhausted boy was clinging tightly to a piece of driftwood, drifting away with the current.

Dianzhi opened his eyes , watching the black tower recede into the distance. A huge hole remained in his chest; the chainsaw was gone, Pochita was gone, and Makima's domination was gone.

" Reggie ... I ran away. "

He took out the black ribbon, which had been washed clean by the sea but was still strong, from his pocket and tied it back around his wrist.

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

In reality, faking a perfect death was his final and most magnificent "gift" to Makima. From that moment on, there was no longer a " Chainsaw Man " in the world, only a wandering Denji who rediscovered himself through pain .

This long funeral finally came to an end with the sound of the waves.

 

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