Chainsaw Man, starting contract to cut down the Demon Line

Chainsaw Man, starting contract to cut down the Demon Line

Author: Zhu Yu

Introduction:

Bad news: When Yan Liang woke up, he found himself transported to the world of the comic book "Chainsaw".

"Demons born from people's fears, make a pact with them to gain power."

Such are the laws of survival in this world.

He was tied to a chair right from the start, and together with Higashiyama Kokoro, who was also a victim, they were forced to start a deadly gamble.

His opponent is a madman who has made a pact with the gambling devil, intending to win the gambler's body and life through a fair game. Without the protagonist's halo, losing means death.

But as the game progressed, relying on his memories from the original story, Yan Liang finally discovered something that no one else had noticed—

What truly takes lives is not the devil of gambling, but an invisible thread.

He instantly realized that there was a second demon present, the one he knew only: the Slash Demon!

"In this world where love and hope have vanished, eliminate the weak, and bring my rules, along with prosperity and happiness, here."

[The penniless bankrupt]

Those who do not wear suits

【…】

By making a contract with the Slasher Demon, a social Darwinist, Yan Liang gained the ability to set rules and kill those who break them, thus leaving the gambling den and entering the world of Chainsaw Man.

Originally, all I wanted was to find my way home honestly, but unexpectedly, I ended up changing everyone's tragic fate...

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Chapter 1: Did I Time Travel?

Shinjuku Ward, Tokyo.

It's 11 p.m.

Yan Liang woke up from his sleep and opened his eyes. He subconsciously wanted to rub his temples, which were throbbing slightly, but suddenly found that his arms were tied to the chair with rough hemp rope.

In an instant, the last vestiges of sleepiness vanished completely.

Yan Liang looked around. This seemed to be the interior of an abandoned building. The windows were all sealed off with bricks and wooden strips, with only a few construction site lights overhead casting a dim yellow light. The ground was covered with cracked cement, with crisscrossing cracks, some wide enough to fit a finger.

In the center of the hall was a gambling table with a green velvet cover, surrounded by chairs, each with one person sitting in it, about twenty in total.

Without exception, their hands were tied.

Where is this?

Yan Liang pursed his lips. He clearly remembered that he had just submitted his resume last night and was lying in bed reading the "Chainsaw" comic when he fell asleep. How did he end up in this weird place when he woke up?

A prank on the show? Kidnapped? What exactly happened...?

"Let us go..."

A faint sob, as soft as a mosquito's buzz, suddenly came from beside him, interrupting Yan Liang's thoughts. He turned his head with difficulty, looking in the direction of the sound—

It was a girl huddled in a chair. She had delicate features, and her short, dark brown hair was adorned with two conspicuous red hair clips. Below her left eye, there were two small beauty marks.

Yan Liang's gaze was fixed on the girl, and his pupils unconsciously dilated.

He recognized the girl; her appearance, demeanor, and timid demeanor were exactly like Higashiyama Kokoro from the manga "Chainsaw"!

Could it be...?

crossed?

No, that's an exaggeration.

There are people in real life who look like anime characters, maybe it's cosplay... Yan Liang shook his head, his rationality immediately suppressing this absurd thought.

Rather than believing he'd traveled to another world while sleeping, he preferred to believe this guy was a fan of anime and manga preparing to attend a comic convention.

Before he could even process what was happening, the heavy iron door in front of him was pushed open.

A dozen or so burly men in short sleeves walked in first, and after they stopped, a wheelchair was pushed in.

A young man sat in a wheelchair, with only one eye. His entire body, including his face, was covered in large burn scars; his right arm was completely missing below the shoulder, and his legs were as thin as twigs. The suit he wore looked ridiculous on him, as if it were hanging on a hanger.

The thing standing on his back made Yan Liang's heart jump into his throat.

It was a monster that could never exist in reality, with a head that was a slowly spinning die connected to a transparent glass torso filled with countless human fingers, teeth, and eyeballs.

Demon!

It wasn't a prank, it wasn't cosplay, it wasn't anything he could explain with common sense. That bizarre sense of reality, and the oppressive force that accompanied it, undeniably stifled all possibilities except for "time travel."

Dongshan Xiaohong is real!

The devil is real too!

He really did travel to the world of Chainsaw Man!

Yan Liang instantly recalled the premise of "Chainsaw," where all supernatural powers originated from demons. These demons were born from human fear and possessed all sorts of strange and wonderful abilities. Humans could also pay a price to form a pact with the demons.

For example, the Demon of the Gun, born from the fear of guns; the Demon of Darkness, born from the fear of darkness; the Demon of War, born from the fear of war…

But what kind of demon is this?

Just as Yan Liang was pondering, the man sitting in the wheelchair spoke up:

Good evening, everyone.

The voice wasn't loud, but it was full of energy.

The man in the wheelchair looked at everyone and then said:

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Haraba Yumeno, and I am a novelist. Let me make it clear beforehand that I've invited you all here not to perform anything like 'Cube,' but simply to invite you to participate in a gambling game."

"You may not know each other, but you have one thing in common: you are all debtors who have nothing."

A commotion broke out among the crowd, and many people showed expressions of fear and despair.

Mengye tapped the armrest of the wheelchair with her only remaining left hand.

“Don’t be afraid. I have already paid to buy out all of your debts. That is to say, from now on, I am your only and legal creditor.”

"What exactly do you want?!" a middle-aged man in a dirty vest roared. "I have no money, but you can take my life!"

"What use is your worthless life?" Mengye laughed. "What I want are your bodies."

He pointed to his broken arm: "My body is damaged and needs some original parts to repair it. Fortunately, I have the contract with the gambling devil. It can exchange everything for its equivalent through fair betting."

"How is this fair?!"

A man with a buzz cut, veins bulging on his neck, yelled, "I was tied up in a sack by you guys on the street! If you have the guts, untie me and let's fight, that's what's fair!"

Another faint sound followed immediately:

"Let us go..."

Dongshan Xiaohong's face was as white as a sheet. Trembling, she cried out in a voice that was almost breaking down in tears, her voice fierce but her voice weak: "I...I am a demon hunter from the Anti-Demon Special Division of the Public Security Bureau...If you don't release them, the Public Security Bureau will come after you...!"

"boom!"

The gunshots rang out, abruptly silencing their shouts and pleas for mercy.

The man with the buzz cut looked down in disbelief as a dark, gaping hole rapidly expanded in his chest. He opened his mouth, then crashed heavily to the ground, chair and all.

"Ugh."

Mengye sighed. Behind him, the pistol in the thug's hand was still emitting smoke.

He shook his head, somewhat disappointed.

"As a novelist, violence is the crudest narrative technique, and I don't like to use it."

"But every story needs a crisis to begin, and every crisis needs a corpse to tell the audience that this is not child's play."

As he spoke, he moved his fingers, signaling the thugs to turn the guns toward Dongshan Xiaohong.

"A hunter from the Public Security Anti-Demon Special Division?"

"I wouldn't be stupid enough to mess with government officials, but you've only just submitted your application to the police and haven't passed the interview yet, right?"

“Eeeeeee—!”

With the dark muzzle of a gun pointed at her, Dongshan Xiaohong's already meager disguise was exposed, and she let out a miserable scream like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

She slumped into the chair, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably, shaking her head frantically.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to lie to you! I don't want to die! Waaaaah... Help..."

"..." Mengye looked at her comical appearance and, somewhat bored, had the thugs put away their guns.

At that moment, his gaze suddenly fell on Yan Liang.

This young man with black hair and black eyes, and a gentle appearance, just sat there quietly, exuding a calmness that was out of place with the place, making him stand out. Mengye noticed him at first glance.

Mengye frowned and asked:

"What's your name? Your name doesn't seem to be on the roster. How much money do you owe?"

“My name is Yan Liang,” Yan Liang replied calmly. “I don’t owe any money, and I don’t know why I’m here.”

Mengye paused for a moment, then turned to look at the thugs behind him.

The thug scratched his bald head somewhat awkwardly: "Boss, this kid just happened to collapse at the alley entrance. I saw that he was all right and looked alright, so I just brought him back as a bonus..."

"...So be it." Mengye waved his hand dismissively.

"Since you're already here, why not join in the fun, Mr. Extra?"

Chapter Two: Dongshan Xiaohong, you beast!

"The rules are as follows..."

"In each dice roll, the one who rolls the highest wins, and the one who rolls the lowest loses."

The gambling demon emitted a dull, hoarse sound. Its transparent torso's bones and eyes shook, transforming into a die and a dice cup, which it spat onto the table.

Mengye picked them up and gestured to the thugs to untie the ropes.

After the thugs did as instructed, they retreated to the outer perimeter, but their guns remained pointed at the crowd.

Without a doubt, anyone who makes a move will suffer the same fate as the crew-cut guy.

In this atmosphere, no one dared to move.

Only when Mengye grew impatient did he speak, tempting her:

"Don't be so afraid. Believe it or not, under the watchful eye of the gambling demon, this game is absolutely fair."

He was the first to throw the dice into the dice cup, and with a "whoosh," he shook it. He revealed the number: four.

“You are not doomed.” Mengye leaned back in his wheelchair. “Once I use your bodies to piece this crippled body back together, we might be lucky enough to walk out unharmed. The high-interest loans outside have already been written off.”

"Isn't this a chance for you to be reborn?"

After a few seconds of silence, someone finally broke down.

A homeless man rushed to the table and grabbed the dice cup.

"I'll bet! I'll fucking bet!"

He grabbed the dice, trembling, and threw them with his eyes closed.

The dice stopped spinning, showing a three.

"Ugh—!!!"

The moment the score was settled, the homeless man screamed. His right arm seemed to be burned by transparent flames, from the skin to the flesh and bone, the arm gradually disappearing.

"Um..."