Chainsaw Man World.
This world is, in some ways, quite similar to the Naruto World.
The weak are truly weak, and the strong are truly strong.
For instance, the final boss of this dungeon mission, the Control Devil Makima, her sisters the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, and primal devils like the Darkness Devil… these root-level, rule-based devils could put up a formidable fight in any world.
And the Gun Devil, among them, might not even rank in the top five.
But if you ask about physical striking power and deterrent force, it can definitely rank in the top three.
Remember, in the original work, the top brass of a certain country sacrificed the combined one-year lifespan of their entire nation's citizens to summon only a 20% form of the Gun Devil, and its strength was in no way inferior to the Complete Body Susanoo.
Perhaps in terms of a full-powered single strike, it couldn't match the Complete Body Susanoo, but its attack range and reach far exceeded it.
In its 20% state, it could snipe Makima's head from over 500 kilometers away. The Complete Body Susanoo's attacks couldn't reach that far.
What's more, the opponent was a monster with no cooldown, no lag, and the ability to infinitely resurrect by consuming blood.
And now, the 100% complete form of the Gun Devil had descended before them.
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Japan, Hokkaido.
On a snowy battlefield, a scene of utter devastation, with flesh and blood flying everywhere, a veritable hell on earth.
The Complete Body Susanoo, which had recently carved a path through half the globe in the real world and seemed unstoppable, was now almost reduced to a torso.
Only a battered upper body and a head with half its face blown off remained. Its limbs were long gone, shattered into pieces by a hailstorm of bullets.
"Huff... huff... huff..."
Inside the cockpit of the Susanoo, Makoto gasped heavily, cold sweat soaking his entire body.
The next moment, the torso-like Susanoo slowly crumbled and vanished like a mirage dissolving in the wind.
Makoto collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud.
"Makoto!"
"Sensei!"
"Makoto-kun!"
The Aizono sisters, Utaha, Mrs. Yukinoshita, Megumi, Chizuru, Yotsuba, and the others rushed forward like mad, crowding around him.
Utaha, who was at the forefront, immediately wrapped her arms tightly around Makoto, letting his weak, slumped face rest against her warm, soft chest.
Seeing him drenched in a cold sweat, the hearts of all the women felt as if they were being violently squeezed.
Aizono Marina, constantly wiping Makoto's sweat, thought to herself, 'I've never seen Makoto like this before...'
"Spread out! Let the air circulate!" Yu shouted urgently.
And those shocked stiff by the sight before them were far more than just Makoto's companions.
Kudo Yusaku and Kudo Yukiko frantically tore off pieces of their own clothing, their hands trembling as they ripped them into strips, desperately trying to bandage their son's wounds.
Blood continued to gush from Shinichi's severed leg. Every heartbeat sent excruciating pain through the stump, blurring his consciousness, allowing only fragmented, agonized moans to escape.
Eriri looked at Tomoya, who was on the ground, clutching his groin and screaming and convulsing incessantly. For a moment, she was at a loss, her face pale.
Fortunately, Mr. Spencer quickly stepped forward, took off his suit jacket, and pressed it firmly against Tomoya's profusely bleeding lower body, managing to barely stop the bleeding.
But the intense pain emanating from his crotch still left Tomoya curled up like a pile of mud in the snow, on the verge of death.
"Makotou! Makotou! Don't scare me like this!!"
Sekai cried out, screaming his name.
Hearing Sekai's cries, Katsura Kotonoha, who had run over with the others to Makoto's side, suddenly snapped back to reality.
She... seemed to have run to the wrong place.
But strangely, there wasn't much genuine sadness in her heart, only confusion.
Should she stay by Makoto's side, or go check on that 'boyfriend' of hers?
On the other side, Erina and Mana looked at the utter devastation. On the snowfield riddled with bullet holes, no trace of Azami's remains could be found.
Scattered fragments of corpses, blood clots, and bone debris were everywhere, impossible to tell which piece belonged to whom.
First-timers in this kind of deadly dungeon, like Alice, Leonora, Soma, Ai, and others, were pale with fear, trembling uncontrollably.
As far as the eye could see, the land was shattered. All of Hokkaido had been transformed into a hellish landscape even more miserable than the real-world Tokyo after the bombing.
The worldviews of these new players were utterly crushed.
No matter how great the disturbance Makoto had caused in the real world, the damage was limited to central Tokyo and the US military base.
But what lay before them now was an entire city, an entire landmass, annihilated in a genocidal slaughter.
It was too terrifying...
'Had they been fighting in worlds this terrifying all along?'
At this moment, quite a few people suddenly felt that superpowers might not be so enviable after all.
Only when Makoto's complexion regained a hint of color did Mrs. Yukinoshita speak, her voice filled with concern:
"Makoto, w-what was that just now...?"
Makoto didn't answer. He closed his eyes and concentrated, continuing to adjust the disordered Chakra within him.
He had already figured out exactly which point in time he had crossed over to in the Chainsaw Man world—
Thirteen years before the story began.
Hayakawa Aki's family had been killed in this very massacre by the Gun Devil.
"Honey! Shinichi has lost too much blood! We have to take him to a hospital!"
Yukiko's heart-wrenching scream suddenly rang out.
Everyone turned to look.
The savior of the Japanese police, Kudo Shinichi, now lay like a ragdoll on the freezing snow.
Both legs were completely gone below the knees. The stumps were a bloody mess, white bone exposed, dark red blood continuously seeping out, soaking the snow.
With each weak breath came an explosive pain from the severed ends.
"In a place like this, is there even a hospital open?"
Yusaku, the world-renowned mystery novelist, looked pale as he gazed at the distant city, now completely reduced to ruins. His voice trembled uncontrollably.
Just then, Kogoro also took off his suit jacket, pressing it firmly against Shinichi's stumps, and said to his old friends in a deep voice: "Regardless, let's go look first! Yukiko, you keep pressure on the wound. Yusaku, let's go find a doctor together!"
Even as he said this, looking at the scarred, corpse-strewn city, Kogoro himself had no confidence.
But they couldn't just let the kid die here, could they?
"I'll do it."
Just then, Yukino walked up slowly. "I've studied Medical Ninjutsu."
"Really, little miss?"
Yukiko, her eyes swollen from crying, finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if grasping a last lifeline.
She didn't know what Medical Ninjutsu was, but she knew that the girl before her was a superhuman like Makoto and must have a way.
Yukino knelt, focused, and gathered her Yang Release Chakra into her palm, gently but steadily channeling it into the wound on Shinichi's knee.
It was the basic Medical Ninjutsu… Healing Technique.
"Um... that, this classmate... could you please treat Makotou too?"
At that moment, Sekai cautiously approached Yukino, pleading with a tearful voice.
Hearing the word 'Makotou', Yukino paused for a moment and instinctively looked at Makoto, 'Did he need treatment from her?'
Following Saionji Sekai's trembling finger, Yukino realized she meant the other 'Makotou'.
"Save me... save me... please, save me..."
Ito Makotou's face was covered in blood and grime. Tears mixed with blood continuously streamed down as he frantically begged Yukino.
He could feel it… that most important part of him as a man was being wracked by a searing, shredding, explosive, burning pain, driving this infamous player to the brink of collapse.
"Um, Yukino... there's one more injured person."
Eriri quickly pointed to Tomoya nearby, her voice shaking.
This guy, who had spent a few years in the Naruto World, had even worse physical conditioning than Makotou. Though his injury was identical, he had already passed out from the pain, though his body continued to spasm uncontrollably.
Yukino glanced at the injuries of the two, a look of physiological repulsion appearing on her face.
Healing Technique and Mythical Palm Technique… both required concentrating Yang Release Chakra in the palm and applying it directly to the wound to heal.
She would rather die than touch those two's... places, even if they were already destroyed...
No, she didn't want to touch anyone's there.