[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...)