"What are you here for?"
Makoto's eyes transformed into the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan as he asked the two remaining members of the Immortal Brothers.
Joe, the second brother with disheveled hair, looked pale as ash and spoke mechanically: "Someone offered two million US dollars for the Chainsaw Devil's heart..."
"The Chainsaw Devil?"
Hearing these words, everyone turned in unison to look at the harmless-looking little dog crouching at Makoto's feet.
'This little guy was worth two million US Dollars?'
Makoto had an expression that said 'just as I expected'.
The moment he recognized the three, he had guessed their purpose.
After all, in the original work, these three had also participated in the hunt for the Chainsaw Devil to take its heart.
Moreover, these three were probably the only Devil Hunters in the original work with the ability to change their appearance, which was why Makoto remembered them clearly.
"I'll kill them!"
After confirming from Makoto that Mr. Spencer and the others had been murdered by the three brothers, Eriri abandoned her usual Tsundere demeanor and screamed, her eyes red.
Makoto raised his hand and placed it on Eriri's head, temporarily calming her, and asked again: "How many people know about the Chainsaw Devil?"
Joe replied vacantly: "It's already spread throughout the Devil Hunter circle in New York."
"Well, I was careless."
He had focused all his energy on guarding against Makima but forgot that Devils and Devil Hunters abroad were also coveting the Chainsaw Devil's heart.
However, Makoto didn't feel particularly guilty.
This world was already extremely dangerous, and he had done everything he needed to do.
Makoto removed his hand from Eriri's head, signaling that she could take her revenge.
Tears welled up in Eriri's eyes as she drew a kunai and stabbed it viciously into Joe's throat.
By now, Makoto had released the Genjutsu.
Watching helplessly as the second brother was stabbed to death by the blonde girl before him, Aldo, the third brother and the most cowardly of the three, was so terrified he broke out in a cold sweat and ultimately fainted from fear.
Although they were deeply saddened by the deaths of Mr. Spencer and the others, seeing Aldo act so spinelessly, Utaha and the others couldn't help but be taken aback… 'Was this guy really a killer?'
"It seems we won't be able to see each other for quite a while." Makoto suddenly said.
"What?"
Erina, and Alice who had been crying in Leonora's arms, all looked up in surprise.
"Alice, from now on, you'll stick with Megumi and the others. Until we return to the real world, let's not meet. Also, you can't stay here anymore. Find a new base."
With that, Makoto looked down at the chainsaw puppy by his feet and said, "Pochita, let's go."
"Woof!"
Pochita barked in response and obediently followed beside Makoto.
"Makoto, what are you going to do?" Megumi asked worriedly.
"Don't worry. I'll be fine."
Makoto turned back and smiled at the women.
…
Underground Bar, New York.
This was one of the intermediary spots for Devil Hunters in New York, where many local hunters came to take on missions.
A black Devil Hunter, after chugging some trenbolone, yelled, "What's so special about that Chainsaw Devil to be worth so much money?"
"Some big shot put a two-million-dollar bounty on the Chainsaw Devil's heart. It's been all over the local hunter circle!"
Everyone was shocked. They had to remember, this was two million dollars in the nineties.
If it were the Gun Devil, the Death Devil, or some other Devil that sounded terrifying just to hear about, that would be one thing.
But the Chainsaw Devil? They'd never even heard of it.
Another blonde Devil Hunter beside him, after injecting an unknown liquid into his arm, showed a look of intoxicated bliss and said, "Who cares? As long as the rich guy is willing to pay. With that money, I could get high for the rest of my life."
Bang!
Suddenly, the bar door was kicked open with one blow.
The steel door plate completely detached from its frame and slammed violently into the opposite wall, crushing a Devil Hunter standing against it into a pulp.
Instantly, all the hunters in the bar, along with the bartender, became alert.
Some drew their guns, others made strange gestures similar to the hand seals from Naruto, clearly preparing to activate their Devil abilities.
"F*ck! Who the hell are you?!"
Seeing an Asian face walking in, the black man at the front started cursing loudly.
"Pochita, use that."
Makoto completely ignored the man and called out softly.
The chainsaw puppy at his feet leaped onto his shoulder.
When the Devil Hunters in the bar saw the chainsaw on the dog's head, their eyes lit up.
A Japanese man and a dog with a chainsaw on its head… it matched the intelligence perfectly.
The next moment, the puppy's limbs began to liquefy and rapidly merged into the East Asian man's body.
Within less than three seconds, the fusion was complete.
Vroom vroom vroom—!
Suddenly, wounds split open on Makoto's arms, and two roaring chainsaws burst through his flesh, extending outward amidst a spray of blood.
"Hahaha! It's the Chainsaw Devil~!"
The black man who had been on high alert moments ago burst into laughter.
The other Devil Hunters also broke into ecstatic grins.
Two million dollars!
And Makoto, showing a wild grin, suddenly lunged forward, appearing behind the black man in an instant.
The next second, the black man's smile froze as his head separated from his neck, parallel to it.
Thud!
The head hit the floor.
Vroom vroom vroom!
The roar of the chainsaw grew even more frenzied.
The next moment, blood, organs, and entrails splattered everywhere.
A bloody feast was taking place here.
Two minutes later.
The only survivor, the bartender, saw Makoto looking his way and stumbled back in terror, slamming hard into the liquor cabinet behind him.
Seeing the man approaching step by step, he tremblingly raised his gun and fired at Makoto…
Bang bang bang!
But Makoto let the bullets hit his body without stopping, walking straight up to him.
He extended his right hand, and the chainsaw retracted into his body on its own.
He grabbed the gun from the man's hand and with a gentle squeeze, twisted it into a pretzel.
"Go tell all the other Devil Hunters in America."
Makoto spoke with a smile. "The Chainsaw Devil did this."
Two days later, a figure appeared with startling frequency on major news channels around the world.
In the news footage, a slender man wore a chainsaw helmet that looked like a fusion of beast and machine. Blades extended from his flesh as he swung his arms, radiating an aura of frenzy and danger all over his body.
Surrounding him were numerous Devil Hunters and gang members who were quite notorious in America's underground circles.
Some of these people wielded heavy firearms, while others were clearly not ordinary humans, commanding the powers of Devils.
However, that frenzied figure with blood-red chainsaws on his head and hands suddenly had his arms ignite with black flames as he moved among the crowd like a ghost.
With a swing of his blades, blood, flesh, and entrails flew everywhere.
The roar of chainsaws, screams of agony, and flying flesh and blood combined to create a scene straight out of hell.
Even people in this world, accustomed to the bloody spectacles created by Devils, felt their scalps tingle.
The subtitles below the screen displayed the two words in various languages:
[Chainsaw Man]
Subsequently, news anchors from various countries explained to the cameras:
"According to an investigation by the U.S. Devil Investigation Bureau, this individual is a Devil contractor from Japan, contracted with the Chainsaw Devil."
"This person is not an ordinary Devil Hunter who works for missions but a psychopathic killer who enjoys indiscriminate slaughter. Citizens of all nations are advised to remain vigilant. If you spot this individual, report it immediately to the U.S. Devil Investigation Bureau..."
Many ordinary people learned of the Chainsaw Devil's existence for the first time through these reports.
But far more terrified than the ordinary people were the Devils hiding in the shadows.
"Who's more perverted than you guys?"
Seeing the label the Americans had given him, Makoto couldn't help but laugh.
In his previous life, reading about all the torture methods, he had thought that was the limit.
But after witnessing certain things in some places, Makoto realized he was still too naive.
Damn, even writing fiction wouldn't dare to be that perverted!
With that, Makoto's figure flickered and vanished from where he stood.