No, where does this portal come from?

Denci fell straight down with a grimace on his face, and snoring began to sound.

"call--"

Good night Makabaka~

Denji fell into a baby-like sleep.

"..."

"Dog's Breath..."

"Tanjiro, did you teach him this move yesterday?" Lin Yan, who was watching the game through the live broadcast, sent a barrage.

"Emmm...Mr. Lin Yan, from yesterday until now, I haven't taught him about breathing techniques yet." Tanjiro answered honestly.

"Then he is?"

"I think he saw me use the Breath of Fire move before, so he wanted to try it out too."

"..."

Fine.

Even when he's just shouting for fun, he can still use this unique "breathing", worthy of being Denji who is the "Makima's Dog" in the original work.

After simply healing Denji's wounds, Tanjiro woke Denji up for a new round of training.

In order to prevent Denji from being tortured so badly, Tanjiro specially adjusted his enhanced body to normal levels.

Probably... it's in the same level range as Yoriichi Tsugikuni.

However, even when facing Tanjiro of this level, Denji was completely defeated again and again.

Even though Tanjiro later taught Denji a modified version of the breathing technique, Denji was still not good enough because his power of fear was restricted.

This training lasted for a long time.

Of course, that's a long time.

In fact, not much time has passed.

The training ground where Denji is located was specially made by Ultron using the speed rune.

The flow of time in the training ground is different from that in the outside world.

A month passed in the training ground, but in the outside world, only one day had passed.

With such a speed difference, Denci had to spend three years in the training ground.

When he walked out of the training ground gate, there was no expression on Denci's face.

In three years, I have changed my clothes countless times.

During these three years, the intensity of Dianci's training has been increasing little by little.

From the initial strength of Yoriichi Tsugumi, to the complete version of Tanjiro, and finally to Bi'an.

Although in the end even after being injected with the strengthening potion, Denci still couldn't defeat the Bi'an, but compared with before, Denci's strength was much stronger than before.

Pochita, who once followed Denji, was also moved by Denji's dream of revenge.

In order to help his best friend realize his dream, Pochita made a contract with Denji, making Denji become the Chainsaw Man in the original work.

Walk out of the training room door.

The suppression of the demonic power on his body was immediately lifted.

He pulled a photo from his pocket.

Denci's unchanging expression finally showed some change.

"Miss Number Three...I will definitely resurrect you!"

"Wait for me!"

Taking a deep breath, Denci walked out without looking back.

Staring at Dianci's departing back, Lin Yan gradually withdrew his gaze.

Three years of training in the training ground have completely shed Denci's bootlicking attributes.

Coupled with Lin Yan's daily "earnest teachings" and strict requirements on Dian Ci according to the standards of a Sigma man, Dian Ci has been reborn at this time!

Next, let's give Machima, the ruling demon, a look and let her see whether her most proud 'dog training technology' can control the current Sigma electric times.

With this curiosity, Lin Yan followed quietly.

In order not to expose himself, Lin Yan even changed his appearance and voice.

The white hair under the innate qi was dyed black, the facial features became tougher after deliberate improvement, and the figure became taller than before.

Even the name 'Lin Yan' was erased from his brain due to the distortion of reality.

This also made Denci forget his existence from head to toe.

Even if Lin Yan appeared in front of Dian Ci again, he would not be able to recognize himself.

...

Denci was walking alone on the road.

That brief period of excitement has now become his most precious memory.

Walking into a convenience store, Denci bought a pack of cigarettes.

Ever since the death of Number Three, he had learned to smoke to relieve his sorrow.

He took a puff with practiced skill.

In the swirling smoke, there were flickering flames.

The well-groomed hairstyle was carefully designed for him by No. 3.

Standing in front of the glass wall of the convenience store, Dianci slapped off the cigarette ash on his chest.

The convenience store window reflected his profile as he lit a cigarette. As the flame flickered, the voice of Number Three sounded like a hallucination in his ears.

"Please take good care of yourself in your future life! Denji-kun~~"

"..."

"...Hu." He exhaled a long puff of smoke.

"Miss Number Three, I will definitely take good care of myself."

He stubbed out the half-smoked cigarette and put it back into the box.

Denci was walking on the road.

I don’t know how long I walked on the road like this, but a black car appeared at the end of the street.

The black car's tires made a sticky sound as they rolled over the puddles.

——Here.

The power windows go down.

It was revealed that there was a gangster boss who had always asked Denci to pay off his father's debts.

The old man wore a black fedora on his head and had a small mustache on his face.

A high-end gray coat looks extremely well-fitting.

After seeing Dianci's current appearance through the lowered car window, the old man who had seen countless people seemed to realize something, and the contempt in his eyes gradually disappeared.

He looked at Denci who was standing by the road and said slowly, "Hello, Denci."

"Are you interested in doing a business deal? ...hunting demons."

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His sight fell on the former creditor in front of him. Denci narrowed his eyes and stared at him with a sharp gaze.

After a long time, he slowly spoke.

"lead the way."

Denci uttered the word calmly, his tone neither humble nor arrogant.

When he got into the car, the slightly old door made a slight creaking sound.

The moment the car started, the roar of the engine echoed on the quiet road.

The tires made a rustling sound as they rubbed against the ground, and the car sped away like an arrow.

The driver was not driving slowly.

But even so, the sky gradually darkened as we drove fast.

The scenery along the way quickly receded, and the halo of the street lamps left a string of golden afterimages on the car window.

There was no conversation between the two parties. The car was so quiet that they could hear each other's breathing, and only the buzzing sound of the air conditioner was ringing in their ears.

After an unknown amount of time, the car slowly stopped in front of a dilapidated factory.

The iron gate was covered in rust and the paint had peeled off so much that its original color was barely visible.

The outline of the factory looked particularly eerie in the moonlight.

"Is the devil here?" Denci's voice was still calm, but with a hint of scrutiny.

"That's right." The old man nodded, his tone deliberately relaxed. "It's in this factory."

"I'll take you in." As he spoke, the old man reached for the door handle. Just as his hand was about to touch the door, Denci suddenly raised his hand to stop him.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the car became a little solemn.

Denci's nose twitched slightly.

Through the gap in the car window, he smelled a strong smell of blood in the air.

The smell, mixed with the stench of decay, was nauseating.

He turned to look at the old man who was stopped beside him.

"There's such a strong smell of blood, many people must have died in here." Denci's voice was still calm, but it was like a sharp blade, piercing the other person's heart.

"...You take me in? Aren't you afraid that something might happen to you?" Denci asked bluntly, his eyes sharp.

Faced with Denci's questioning, the old man's expression froze.

He never expected that Dianci, who used to be so clueless and acted like a stray dog ​​on the street and could be kicked by anyone, would actually come to his senses today...

That's right...

He called Dianci over this time without even thinking about doing business.

Instead, he asked Denci to come and die.

Not long ago, he reached a contract with the zombie demon, luring a demon hunter in exchange for the zombie demon giving him the power of the demon.

And Denji is his gift to the devil this time.

"..."

His eyes swept over Denci's face, which was as calm as water.

After all, as a big boss of a society, he still has the basic skills to lie without changing his expression.

"Dianci, to be honest."

"The blood you smell comes from the surrounding civilians and demon hunters." He forced himself to remain calm.

“The demons in the factory killed so many people, it’s impossible for me not to be afraid.

But since I brought you here, I must help you see the mission objectives clearly. Otherwise, if the mission is not completed in the end, it will be my dereliction of duty..."

"Really?" Denci stared at the old man with eyes as dead as water.

"But I saw something completely different in your heart..."

"You are afraid." Denci's voice was still calm, but like a sharp knife, cutting through the other party's disguise.

"Fear I'll see through your lies."

Denji's eyes flashed with the same red light as Fiddlesticks'.