Chapter 30
After unlocking "Source Blood," Denji could feel his control over his own body rise to an entirely new level.
This heightened mastery granted him a brand-new support skill—"Manifestation" (Partial Transformation).
In the past, when Denji used transformation abilities, they were full-coverage only: he had to complete the full shift before he could access that form's power.
But now, with "Manifestation," he could simply overlay a phantom silhouette and immediately wield the transformed state's abilities.
The phantom might not match the full transformation's raw output—but the key advantage was stacking.
What used to be standalone, single-form transformation skills could now become additive, multiplicative power boosts—completely broken.
Beyond the insane ceiling increase, "Manifestation" also allowed localized partial shifts.
For example—if he only needed the speed from a certain form, and the speed came mainly from the legs—he could Manifest just the legs.
Like right now.
The instant the wind stopped—that was Denji Manifesting Black Chainsaw's speed.
In that single blink of time, he tested partial vs. full transformation speed.
Conclusion: the difference was no more than 30%.
A blink is a blink. By the time he finished the test—less than one eye-close—Denji had already zeroed in on the devil.
In the dark, narrow alley corner, the manhole cover had vanished. A slick, slimy figure slowly squeezed out from the sewer opening.
Long, sinuous, overall a sickly dark red. The surface was covered in wrinkles; beneath them, thick purple fingers protruded. The damp, rotten, fishy stench was nauseating.
It looked limp and floppy—yet strong enough to crack open the sewer lid. Movement was genuinely slow.
Once it sensed Denji's presence, the floppy thing gradually turned its top "mouth" toward him.
In the center of that disgusting concavity—opening and closing with each breath—countless writhing tentacles squirmed inside…
"Sea Cucumber Devil, huh? Damn, that's disgusting."
Denji didn't want to dirty his hands. After canceling the Black Chainsaw Manifestation, he decided to test the new state skill.
"Let me see just how strong the so-called Blood Authority from Power's past life really is."
"Royal Blood Handle · True Blood Devil Form."
The air deep in the alley suddenly froze—as if even the wind had been choked by that sweet, bloody scent.
For a moment it felt like blood tides were staining the sky red—an illusion that passed in a flash.
When vision cleared, where Denji had stood was now a massive, viscous dark-red blood sphere hovering in midair.
It pulsed like a living heart—slowly expanding and contracting with breath, dim then bright—now a devil cocoon waiting to hatch, now a blood star on the verge of detonation.
The pulsing accelerated. Suddenly the sphere violently contracted inward—then exploded outward in blinding crimson light.
Whoosh—
With a sound like a tidal wave receding, the liquid blood cocoon surged backward along the central humanoid silhouette—stretching and gathering.
From liquid state it gradually solidified—yet didn't fully harden into food. It retained living vitality and formed a flowing scarlet cloak. An invisible force ripped it apart down the middle.
The cloak snapped in the wind—like twin blood-soaked wings finally unfurling in mad freedom—spreading backward to reveal what hid within.
A suffocating, unknown darkness spread outward.
Denji's body was now completely fused and armored—his form taller, more lithe and powerful. The smooth waist and abdomen still showed clear muscle definition—yet the color was unnaturally pale, slender to the point of seductive androgyny.
But this delicate beauty was utterly shattered by the near-total coverage of dark-red armor.
That armor wasn't forged from any mortal material. It was madness. It was curse. It was endless slaughter. It was the ruin of Hell's asura… it was "Devil's Blood."
Chains bound the ferocious blood armor.
His head: the lower half remained Denji's confident, roguish face—now wearing an icy, underworld-cold smirk. The upper half was a grotesque demonic visage covering everything except the mouth—crowning him with backward-curving blood-red dragon horns that sharply turned upward at the tips, as if trying to pierce the heavens. In place of eyes: twin pits of deep shadow in which crimson soulfire burned relentlessly—cross-shaped golden-red pupils locking coldly on the target.
Downward view.
Through hazy blood mist, the legs retained some of the androgynous beauty from the waist—yet far more inhuman.
Thighs long and straight, coated in a slow-flowing dark-red membrane like cooling lava—every line sculpted like an ancient Greek statue.
But at the knees—mutation again.
An extremely exaggerated, razor-sharp bone spur jutted out like a blood-ruby violently embedded in the joint—beautiful and lethal.
Below the knee, calves became bizarre.
Muscle vanished—replaced by several slender, whip-like crimson bone frames running parallel—ending in feline paws with three massive sickle-shaped claws curving inward, razor tips effortlessly piercing the ground.
Most striking were his… four arms. No longer arms at all. Whole limbs swollen grotesquely with scarlet muscle fibers and pale bone spikes—skin torn open, exposing not flesh but concentrated blood flowing like magma. Nails had become foot-long dripping blood talons—crimson liquid dripping and trembling at the razor points.
Feeling this wonderful, overwhelming power,
Denji slowly raised all four inhuman claws—pressing and scraping them together with a bone-cracking click-click.
The sound echoed in the dead-silent alley—like death's bony fingers gently knocking on Hell's gate.
He waved his hands. From left to right, bottom to top, four palms sequentially condensed:
"Heavy Pressure Blood Hammer"
"Sky-Splitting Blood Blade"
"Impaling Blood Spear"
"Judgment Blood Scythe"
When the "Judgment Blood Scythe" took shape—a blood storm rose without wind.
It passed gently—and every living thing in the alley was already terminated…
Worms, cockroaches, rats… and the Sea Cucumber Devil.
Looking at the lump of dead rotten meat, Denji's slightly open mouth froze.
He genuinely hadn't expected the "Judgment Blood Scythe" to be this overpowered?!
So the scenes he saw earlier really weren't fake—the Blood Devil was actually this ridiculous?
After a long pause, he came back to himself and sighed.
"Guess I'll experiment more next time there's a good chance…"
Could keep it as a trump card.
Speaking of which—after perfect fusion, my and Pochita's ultimate trump card seems to have mutated into something even more terrifying…
When there's time, I should use Black Chainsaw more often—slowly get used to that power.
While thinking, Denji didn't forget to summon Pochita to devour the Sea Cucumber Devil.
Even mosquito legs are still meat—better not waste it…
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