[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...)