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Hime, who wants to marry him; Pawa, who is born a demon; Higashiyama Kokoro, who is timid as a mouse; and the rest are a few marginal people.

Now there's another inexplicable chainsaw man.

What's going on?

Machima glanced at the Mountain Blossoms resting on her, then at the Spear of the Gods, and smiled: "I believe you can manage your subordinates well. Alright, now..."

Go on patrol, I have very important things to do.

Chapter 742 (Main Text 744) Machima, is your homemade ginger stir-fried meat delicious?

Makima kept glancing at the Spear of the Supreme God out of the corner of her eye. She noticed a detail: Yamabuki Hanaran always held the Spear of the Supreme God in her hand when she cast spells.

Could this thing be the source of power? Makima subtly moved her hand slightly towards the Spear of the Gods, but Yamabuki Hanajin did not react.

Makima, as the ruling demon and one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, possesses almost the most powerful strength. She can even face the Dark Demon head-on, making others willingly submit to her.

It's a bit difficult to treat a dog.

If I can crack her abilities and control this girl who calls herself a demon god, my power might increase even further.

The concept of demons in this world is quite interesting. The power of demons comes from people's fears; that is, the more people fear something, the stronger the corresponding demon becomes.

Large, for example, the Chicken Demon, which should be the weakest demon in the world, is a fat chicken without a head, with no attack power and no defense power.

It was weaker than a cat in combat and eventually died when a high school girl accidentally tripped and fell, crushing it to death. Yes, it was that abrupt.

The most powerful demon currently is the Demon of Darkness. Humanity's fear of the dark will never diminish, even though technology is developing rapidly and the night is gradually being replaced by neon lights.

But people's fear of the dark did not diminish in the slightest.

Because of people's fear of the dark, the Dark Demon is so powerful that other demons despair. When Denji and the others were dragged into hell and faced the Dark Demon, only Makima...

He used his abilities to withstand the Dark Demon for a while, then led everyone away.

It's no exaggeration to say that Makima possesses the power to change the entire world. To defeat Makima, the US president sacrificed a year's worth of lifespan for every American to summon the Demon of the Gun, but...

They were utterly crushed by Machima.

A person with such great power, dreams, and ambitions will not surrender even when facing a monster stronger than himself.

Now it's just a matter of time. If I can get the Spear of the Gods, maybe Yamabuki Hanajin will lose her omnipotent power.

In fact, Makima's judgment does make some sense. Without the Spear of the Gods, Othinus only has a fifty percent chance of doing anything.

Makima's finger was just a hair's breadth away from touching the Spear of the Gods when she glanced at Yamabuki Hanaran out of the corner of her eye. To her surprise, she found Yamabuki Hanaran smiling and staring at her.

In an instant, Makima no longer hesitated. She grabbed the Spear of the Gods, jumped away quickly, and stared nervously at Yamabuki Hanajin.

Successful.

“If I’m not mistaken, all your power comes from this weapon, right?” Machima said calmly.

Yamabuki Hanajin didn't say anything, just quietly looked at Machima. She really is a bad woman. She only feels a sense of accomplishment when she raises someone like this into an obedient dog.

"Go on." Yamabuki Hanajin stretched, seemingly without any fear.

Do you understand the significance of a Demon God? Aleister destroyed the Hidden World, forcing all Demon Gods to appear in the mortal realm. Aleister then used a weakening spell targeting the Demon Gods' immortality, causing them to...

They are no longer immortal and can be killed.

If a fully-powered demon god were to appear, the entire universe would burst. Helpless, the demon gods could only weaken their power infinitely, so that the world could barely bear their strength.

Even so, the demons still possess the exaggerated power to destroy the entire universe in one strike.

"It seems you haven't realized the scales of victory have tipped. Don't worry, I won't kill you. I'll thoroughly investigate what this so-called Demon God really is." Machima

She looked serenely at the ashes of Yamabuki Hanajin.

Then, the next second, Machima exploded.

Minced meat flew everywhere. Yamabuki Hanahi silently withdrew her hand. Ignorance is not your fault, but it is wrong to flaunt your ignorance.

Yamabuki Hanajin waved her hand gently, and the Spear of the Gods returned to her hand: "Stop pretending to be dead. I didn't sever your contract. You can come back to life now, right?"

Sure enough, Machima, which had turned into minced meat, was rapidly reassembling and eventually returning to normal, though her clothes were gone.

Even the strongest contract couldn't restore the clothes to their original state, but Machima didn't care. She knew her last chance was gone.

Resistance was futile; all I could do was watch as the other party tortured me in extremely cruel ways.

"This morning, I defeated you by erasing the contract; now I'll try a different method. Actually, there's another way to kill you. You sign a contract with a Japanese cabinet minister, and the wounds on your body will..."

The burden will be distributed among the people of this country. In other words, if you kill everyone in this country, your immortality will be broken. Yamabuki Hanaran raised the Spear of the God in her hand.

In an instant, it took the lives of everyone in the country; 130 million people were such a tiny number in the face of the demon god.

At this moment, some people are walking on the street, some are driving, some are cooking, and some are playing games.

But in an instant, everyone in the country died, lying haphazardly, not even a drop of blood.

Machima stared at the demon in front of her, and she finally realized that the girl in front of her was a complete madwoman and a demon.

They don't care about the lives of other people at all; they just want to have fun. Why are there such people in the world?

"Alright, now that everyone in this country is dead, can your immortality still be used under these circumstances? How dare you defy your master? This kind of dog should be properly disciplined!"

"Yamabuki Hana Ran suddenly reached out and grabbed Machima's head: "I'll mess with your brain! I originally wanted to play with you as an ordinary person, but you couldn't seize the opportunity!"

Yamabuki Hanaran directly used the power of the demon god to permanently change Makima's perception. From then on, the lovely Miss Makima would be her loyal dog.

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Denji and Hayakawa Aki woke up in the alley.

The two of them suddenly started fighting for some reason. Hayakawa Aki rubbed his head, wondering what happened and why he had suddenly collapsed.

He had no idea that he hadn't just collapsed, but had suddenly died.

As soon as Hayakawa Aki and Denji returned to the office, they saw a lot of delicious dishes laid out on Machima's desk.

Braised meatballs, stir-fried pork with ginger, braised pork belly, stir-fried pork slices...

"Why is it all meat?" Hayakawa Aki noticed that Machima's face was a little pale, probably because she was anemic.

"Denji, come and eat. As for Hayakawa, you can go back first!" Yamabuki Hanajin looked at Machima's self-produced and self-sold products with a smile.

See? This is what happens when a dog rebels against its owner.

"Machima, will you dare to do it again?" Yamabuki Hana rubbed Machima's belly.

"Wang Wang Wang."

"Warm up my bed when we get home."

"Wang Wang Wang!"

"Okay, good doggy!"

P.S.: I think I'm getting sick; I've started to like bad women (lol)~

Chapter 743 (Main Text 745) A New Day, Phantom Thief Kid

a new day.

Yamabuki Hanajin suddenly opened her eyes. She hadn't woken up naturally today; she had been woken up by hunger.

"Oh no, oh no! Last night I had stir-fried pork with ginger, but since I don't eat ginger or meat, I only ate a piece of bread, drank some coffee, and ate vegetables for two days. That's not enough to fill me up!" Yamabuki Hanajin rubbed her stomach, finding it rumbling loudly.

It was still early, with faint sunlight filtering through the curtains, suggesting it was around three or four in the morning in summer.

There was a small bed beneath me, and the room was decorated very cutely; it was clearly a young girl's room.

Sure enough, a very cute girl was sleeping next to me, hugging a pillow tightly.

Yamabuki Hanajin tiptoed out of bed, intending to find something to eat in the refrigerator.

Indeed, hunger is the most powerful demon. Some people are not afraid of death, some are fanatical about war, revolutionaries can resist control, but only hunger can...

This feeling is truly awful.

Yamabuki Hanajin found her clothes by the bedside, slowly put them on, quietly opened the door, and went to the dining room to prepare breakfast to fill her stomach.

The room was very clean; you could tell at a glance that this was a diligent girl.

Yamabuki Hanajin opened the refrigerator and found leftovers from last night, as well as various juices, bread, and desserts.

"I won't stand on ceremony!" Yamabuki Hanajin took out a sandwich and sat down at the table to start eating.

The girl on the bed just now looked like she was a high school freshman, and she was kind of cute, but Yamabuki Hanajin couldn't remember who she was for a moment.

Never mind, none of that matters. The most important thing right now is to fill our stomachs.

As Yamabuki Hanajin was engrossed in eating her bread, the front door suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man stormed in angrily.

"Damn it, you completely fooled me and got away so easily! I'll never let you get away with this, Phantom Thief Kid!"

Yamabuki Hanajin noticed that the middle-aged man who walked in had a coat draped over his shoulders, with a police badge on it.

In addition to what he just said.

"Kaito Kid?" Yamabuki Hanajin couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Although the man kept complaining, he was actually speaking in a very low voice, more like muttering to himself, afraid of waking his sleeping wife and daughter.

"I'm so hungry, let's go to the kitchen and find something to eat." The middle-aged police officer dragged his tired body and staggered into the kitchen.

Perhaps because she was too tired, she didn't even look at Yamabuki Hanajin sitting at the dining table. Instead, she grabbed a piece of bread from the refrigerator, staggered back to the table, and took a bite.

It was only then that he realized something was wrong—when did this incredibly cute girl appear in front of him?

The middle-aged police officer stared blankly at Yamabuki Hanajin, who greeted him with a smile.

"hello."

The middle-aged police officer jumped up from his chair: "I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I accidentally went into the wrong room. I'll leave right now. I'm very sorry. Don't be afraid, I'm a police officer, I won't hurt you."

With that, the middle-aged police officer ran out of the gate in a disheveled state.

Yamabuki Hanajin took a bite of bread, then stared at the middle-aged police officer's back.

About three minutes later, the middle-aged police officer returned to the gate.

"Wait a minute, this is definitely my home. Madam, have you entered the wrong room?" The middle-aged police officer looked at Yamabuki Hanajin with a puzzled expression.

Yamabuki Hanajin calmly took a sip of coffee, then remained silent, just staring quietly at the police officer.

Can I tell you that I slept with your daughter?

Why don't you just shoot me?

"You...you wouldn't happen to be my daughter's classmate, would you?" The middle-aged police officer began to fill in the blanks with his own imagination, since the girl looked to be about the same age as his daughter.

Yamabuki Hanakami smiled slightly, it was hard to tell if that counted as tacit agreement.

"How's my daughter doing at school? She's very well-behaved at home. It's a pity that her mother and I are both very busy with work and don't have much time to take care of her." The middle-aged police officer rambled on, "Are you an adult? Would you like something to drink? I'll go get it. Sigh, you have no idea how hard our work is. There are murders every few days in this area, which has already kept us extremely busy. And now there's this Phantom Thief Kid. Catching him already takes up 80% of our energy every day. But I will definitely catch Phantom Thief Kid. I really don't understand why so many young people like Phantom Thief Kid?"

You can tell from this uncle's complaints that he has accumulated a lot of work pressure.

Yamabuki Hanakami simply listened with a smile.

Just as the middle-aged police officer was rambling on, the bedroom door suddenly opened, and a middle-aged woman walked out, rubbing her eyes as she said, "Honey? You're back? How was work today? Hmm? Who are those girls with you?"

The middle-aged police officer introduced her with great enthusiasm: "This is Qingzi's classmate."

Yamabuki Hanajin then realized that the girl who had been sleeping in his bed was none other than Kaito Kid's childhood friend, Nakamori Aoko.

She is a kind girl, like an angel.

The female lead in the spin-off series of "Detective Conan," titled "Kaito Kid."

The policeman in front of her was Nakamori Ginzo, Nakamori Aoko's father, and the middle-aged woman was Nakamori Aoko, Nakamori Aoko's mother.

Upon hearing her husband say that, Nakamori Aoko's eyes instantly sharpened.

"Honey, I have a question. How old is our daughter this year?" Nakamori Aoko suddenly asked.

“My daughter is seventeen years old this year. Although I am busy with work every day, I still know these things.”

Nakamori Aoko stared at the girl in front of her: "But this young lady looks to be over twenty. How could she possibly be a friend of Aoko's from school? She looks like a college student. Then why are you in my house? Are you a thief? Honey, catch the thief!"

“Well… honey, calm down a bit. This lady doesn’t seem like a thief. Here, miss, do you have your ID? What’s your name? Where do you live? Are you in any danger? You can tell me.” Nakamori Ginzo said with a righteous expression.

Nakamori Aoko stared at her husband, that bastard who got carried away whenever he saw a young and pretty girl.

Are all men in this world like this?

He loses all sense of his own worth when he meets a pretty girl.