These two were, naturally, Saionji Sekai and Ito Makotou.
Nine years ago, when the players went their separate ways, most followed Makoto's advice and left Japan to live in other countries.
Only two groups remained in Japan… the Kudo Family, and the pair of Ito Makotou and Saionji Sekai.
Originally, after Ito Makotou had become like that, Sekai didn't want to team up with him at all.
Even though their relationship in the real world was quite close, Ito Makotou had now undoubtedly become a complete waste.
Not to mention other things, he had even lost his fundamental identity as a man.
But the problem was, aside from Ito Makotou, Sekai wasn't familiar with the other selected players at all, and they weren't willing to take her along.
With no other choice, she could only team up with Ito Makotou.
However, not long after the two arrived in Tokyo in this world, Sekai discovered that Ito Makotou was even more useless than she had imagined.
Not only had he lost his abilities as a man, but he wasn't even willing to look for work.
For a full nine years, they barely scraped by on the odd jobs Sekai managed to find.
It had to be said, Sekai really could endure… she put up with it for all those years.
But looking at it from her perspective, it was understandable. Coming to a strange world overrun with Devils, with no family or friends, and no one around willing to lend a hand, if she didn't even have someone to keep her company, she really would have gone mad.
That was the only reason Sekai had tolerated Ito Makotou for so long.
But tolerance, after all, had its limits.
Ever since moving into this basement, Ito Makotou had hardly ever gone out, relying entirely on her support to get by.
If Ito Makotou could at least provide some emotional value, Sekai might have endured a little longer.
But as time passed, Ito Makotou stayed in the basement all day watching TV and playing games, completely becoming a useless lump.
She would come home exhausted from work every day, and his response was always just "mm," "oh," "ah," or emotionless phrases like "did you eat?" or "let's sleep".
It felt like he had come to take this kind of behavior for granted.
Sekai finally reached her limit.
Living like this, she might as well be alone.
But the problem was that Sekai was also short on money now. Renting a new place, finding a new job… all of that cost money.
So what was she to do?
Just then, a coworker at her part-time job told her that he had accidentally wandered into a bar called [Dicky Twister] before. It was full of gay men, he almost got assaulted, and they even offered to buy his socks.
Sekai suddenly had an inspiration.
'Makotou, I've supported you for ten years. Let's part on good terms. It's not too much to ask for you to repay me one last time, right?'
Seeing the seriousness in Sekai's eyes and the muscular men beside her who were staring at him with drooling expressions, the Eunuch Ito immediately panicked and frantically begged for mercy: "I was wrong! I was wrong! Sekai, I'll go find a job. Don't do this! Make them leave!"
Hearing his shrill, piercing voice like a duck's, the coldness on Sekai's face didn't lessen in the slightest.
"I've heard that phrase no less than a hundred times. I've already arranged it with them… only once. Makotou, I've supported you for ten years. Now, before we part ways, I just want you to repay me one last time. Is that too much to ask?"
"Hey, miss, can we start?"
The large man asked, glancing at Sekai.
Sekai took out her wallet, counted the money she had just received, confirmed it was correct, nodded, and left.
"N-No! Don't! Sekai!"
Eunuch Ito scrambled up from his chair, trying to chase after her.
But his body, which had lacked exercise for years, suddenly standing up made his legs weak, and he stumbled and fell hard to the ground.
When he looked up again, what greeted his eyes were the smiles of several 'masters'.
"No, don't! D-Don't come any closer!"
The lead man licked his lips. "Don't worry, baby~ We're very experienced."
A minute later, a heart-wrenching scream came from the basement.
Sekai paused in her steps. After a few seconds of hesitation, she finally left.
That night.
Ito Makotou looked at the ring on his chest and wept bitterly in grief and anger, his fists madly pounding the ground. Even when his fists were bloody and mangled, he didn't stop.
Just then, a news segment suddenly interrupted the TV broadcast.
"Recently, civilian Devil Hunters, Ishigami Yu and Hayakawa Aki have successively hunted down multiple Devils. According to our reporter's investigation, the Public Security Bureau intends to officially recruit these two Devil Hunters into their ranks."
Seeing that face on the TV, the one who had castrated him a second time, Ito Makotou was instantly consumed by rage. He grabbed the remote control and smashed it viciously into the TV.
Bang!
The TV screen shattered with a crack.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
'Why did those who had caused me to end up like this get to live in the spotlight?'
'While I, the victim, could only cower in this damp, dark basement, living a life half-human, half-ghost?'
Ito Makotou couldn't help but think back to his former self in the real world.
Though he wasn't particularly outstanding at the elite Shuchi'in Academy, where rich kids were everywhere, he had still caught the attention of some girls with his decent grades and handsome appearance...
Like his middle school classmate, Kato Otome. He knew very well how she felt about him.
It was just that back then, he was completely focused on Kotonoha, and she had agreed to date him.
But just when he thought everything was going well and he was about to reach the pinnacle of life, that man, Nishikawa Makoto, appeared and personally destroyed everything he had.
Not only that, but his lackey, Ishigami Yu, had completely robbed him of his rights as a man.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
"Why does this have to happen to me?!"
Ito Makotou screamed wildly. His emotions were so intense that he even began to self-harm, clawing fiercely at his face with his fingernails and punching his own body.
But what made him even more devastated was that when he accidentally hit his lower body, he felt no pain at all.
Just then, Ito Makotou thought back to the scene nine years ago when the players parted ways… Makoto and all those beauties around him, living such prosperous lives.
The contrast between his own life and theirs was stark.
He wept even more bitterly.
His enemies lived freely and comfortably, while he didn't even have what made him a man! He didn't even have it!
Perhaps it was his intense, extreme resentment that triggered a change. A strange voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
"Oh my, such strong resentment... Would you like to make a contract with me?"
"W-Who are you?"
Ito Makotou looked around in terror, but aside from the dilapidated, dark room, he saw nothing.
A sinister chuckle sounded again: "I'm a Devil... Would you like to make a contract with me?"
"Contract?"
Hearing those words, Ito Makotou's expression changed drastically. He remembered the warning Makoto had given the players when they first arrived in this world.
Making a contract with a Devil came at a great cost. Unless absolutely necessary, never engage with them, because their price often exceeded what you could bear.
But after a long silence, Ito Makotou finally looked up and asked hoarsely, "What do you want from me?"
"Your body. Let me possess you, use your body for my daily activities. Don't worry, we'll share this body together."
"Wh-Why do you want my body?" Ito Makotou asked, confused.
To be honest, he didn't really care what price the Devil asked for.
After all, in his current state, he had nothing left to lose.
The Devil's tone was full of helplessness: "No choice. There are rumors lately that the chainsaw bastard has revived. It would be troublesome if he targeted me. It's safer to hide inside a human body."