[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 .