Chapter 47
Power froze for a moment, a trace of surprise appearing on her face.
What the hell? Why isn't this stinking wall completely smashed by this great one yet?!
The wall's repair speed was visibly fast—those cracks retracted and healed at high speed as if time were reversing.
Seeing this, how could Power let it succeed!
This was something Denji entrusted to her—she absolutely refused to fail!
Her expression instantly turned anxious. She violently yanked the warhammer out of the wall, swung her arm back, building power, ready to unleash another world-shattering strike just like before.
"Alright, that's enough for now."
Denji's voice came clearly from a distance.
"Wuu, Denji… this great one… this great one didn't even use full power yet! One more—"
"I'm not blaming you. This wall is weird to begin with. And if you keep hitting it, I'm afraid the wall won't break before they do~"
As he spoke, Denji spread his hands to show Aki and the others—dazed, staggering, on the verge of collapse from the shockwave~
"Ohhh—so that's how it is, hehe~"
Power laughed foolishly on the surface, but inside she still felt a little unhappy.
She "accidentally" punched the wall casually—leaving a small crater—and inwardly cursed:
Damn stinking wall, daring to make this great one lose face in front of Denji! Aaaah, so annoying!
After the punch, she acted as if nothing happened and cheerfully rubbed back against Denji's side.
"Mmm… the hammer really was a bit lacking. A sword might not be fast enough either.
But if it's a spear—this great one can definitely pierce right through it!"
"Hehe, of course I know Power can do it. But in this situation, dealing with this devil is a little troublesome. Let me handle it."
As he spoke, Denji placed his hand on top of Power's head and gently patted.
"Mmm, mmm."
Power cooperated with the patting rhythm, letting out cute little sounds~
After chatting like that for a bit, Aki and the others gradually recovered from the exaggerated shockwave.
"How… how is it?"
Aki asked weakly—his head was still buzzing, so his speech was a bit slurred.
"Missed… just a little short."
Denji had originally intended to say "failed," but noticing Power from the corner of his eye, he immediately changed to a gentler phrasing.
But clearly—except for Power—everyone else present understood the real meaning behind it.
Oh, right—also count the still-unconscious Higashiyama Koharu who had fainted from the shock; she didn't hear, so she doesn't count.
"Haaah? Even an attack that terrifying couldn't break it? Oh my god~~~"
Himeno let out an extremely pained wail, then staggered forward and directly tackled Aki beside her.
She maintained a woman-on-top position and said with deep regret:
"If I'd known it would be like this, I should've pinned you down hard on the hospital bed this morning and fucked you senseless! You bastard! Stinking man! Idiot workaholic demon! Irresponsible playboy…"
Himeno kept cursing nonstop.
Aki was stunned for a second, then tried to respond calmly:
"Where am I a playboy…"
"You still dare talk back!"
A sobbing low roar instantly shut Aki's mouth.
He lay on the ground, silently raising both hands in surrender pose.
As a sufficiently "resilient" man, he still hadn't fully realized where Himeno's emotional breakdown trigger point was.
Until a warm teardrop fell onto his face…
For Himeno, her emotional cornerstone had long been completely placed on Aki.
As an ordinary person, she could abandon everything in the face of death—except Aki…
In daily life, as long as Aki was by her side, nothing else mattered that much.
In a way, Aki was her everything—the everything she craved.
She had waited so long, so painfully long, for this rock to finally show some cracks…
This morning she had already fantasized and arranged every beautiful future.
But now reality had suddenly slapped her hard—shattering all the dreams in an instant.
This could have been avoided…
"Wuwuwu…"
Himeno slid down weakly, curled up around Aki, buried her face in his chest, and sobbed uncontrollably.
Aki wrapped his arms around her in return, eyes lowered, expression dark and unreadable…
After watching the whole scene, Power scratched her head and casually asked:
"So we can't make love now? If you guys want to, you can pick a room first—there are plenty left anyway. Of course, only if Denji doesn't like to watch… mmph mmph"
Denji expressionlessly covered Power's mouth in time.
He had just witnessed Aki and Himeno's situation and didn't interrupt or stop it—because he felt it was better to let Aki experience the normal human emotions he should have.
This game was never meant for the weak.
Forcibly jumping into the chessboard as a pawn—what good does that do?
He didn't expect this one moment to extinguish Aki's revenge heart—only hoped Aki could think more about his real future.
A person can't live forever in the past…
Denji glanced at the completely fainted Higashiyama Koharu in his arms. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly reached out with his "sinful" hand and lightly patted her small, palm-sized face.
"Wake up, stop sleeping~"
Even in her sleep, Koharu had been trembling slightly. After receiving the external stimulus, her eyelids twitched. At the borderline between wakefulness and dream, she suddenly let out a mournful yet "secretly pleasurable" whimper:
"Eee—ya wuwuwu No, plea—please, eee! Please let me go quickly, Master~
Really, little Koharu is really going to die!"
While shouting this long string of words, she also put both hands together in front of her chest in a double peace sign—her pretty, pitiful little face continuously collapsing and twisting down the slope of depraved enjoyment…
Looking both pitiful and ridiculous, and a little… stimulating to a man's sinful desires…
Damn, this kid is beyond saving.
Denji placed his hand on Koharu's forehead and quietly activated "Ultra-Sensitive Skin."
The warmth and comfort felt on the skin continuously soothed her extremely sensitive nerves—the most wonderful sensation she had ever experienced.
So when she truly woke up, there were still happy tears at the corners of her eyes, and a rare genuine smile appeared on her face~
Oh, and in the next room there was still someone curled up completely under the blanket trembling… never mind, not important.
"Alright everyone, you can pull yourselves together now. This 'Eternal Hell' tour ends here. Passengers, please prepare to disembark."
Denji clapped his hands lightly and said casually.
"Ah—this is already over? This great one still hasn't…"
Power looked extremely regretful, stomped her feet and thumped her chest for a moment, then suddenly asked excitedly:
"Then where are we going next~?"
"Next stop… I think there's a welcome party arranged tonight, so—big feast time!"
"Yay! Following Denji for a big feast!"
"…"
Their side cheered and jumped excitedly—almost too noisy—while the others were either dazed or just barely pulling themselves out of fear and despair, now excessively quiet.
The contrast made it hard to tell which side had actually gone crazy.
In truth, neither side had.
The one truly on the verge of going crazy was the Eternity Devil.
Damn Chainsaw… actually ate all the traps I left behind.
Damn! Damn! Damn!
Do you know how much damage it does to me that I can't kill you personally?!
Even so, I will slowly savor your despair, your fear, your death!
Be trapped in my stomach forever, damn Chainsaw!
That was what it originally planned.
But why?
Why couldn't it smell even a hint of fear from Chainsaw?!
It was so eager to taste it~ So it couldn't hold back—it couldn't resist using words to add another layer of weight to that fear.
A dull voice echoed from all directions:
"Humans, oh humans… foolish humans… I want to make a deal with you."
"Hand over that human named Denji… kill him, give me his corpse… let me eat it…"
"I can let the rest of you leave here safely… leave safely…"
"Make a deal with me…"
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