Chapter 16

Currently, it was the morning, a few hours after the mission was done. When he got into his apartment, he found that Power was asleep in a nightgown, which was quite cute, but his mind was too busy for him to enjoy the view.

Sam had only slept for an hour, and now he was standing on his hands, two fingers on the ground, doing push-ups. Having 17 points in strength allowed him to do as much.

As he trained, he thought about what would happen from now on and what he would do.

Things would get messed up. The devil hunters would die in large numbers since the Chainsaw Man devil appeared. Sam didn't remember exactly why, but all the devils would love to target Denji, or his heart at least.

'If I recall correctly, the katana man fiend became that way after they planted the devil's heart in him.

'So this explains why devil organs are so expensive.'

[-10 HP]

Sam got to his feet as an instantaneous pain ran through him. After taking a deep breath, he got into his training stance again.

'The Gun Devil arc should start soon. That girl would have to find Denji's debt collector's grandson and turn him into a demon. Then they would start attacking devil hunters before Makima would show her scary power. Man, I can't imagine what it's like to walk and suddenly find yourself crushed.

'But put that aside. If I find that katana-man, then I would have an advantage. I might even increase my level.'

'So that's it. I can hire a private investigator to find him for me, and then, I'll deliver my final blow. No crap would happen if I manage to kill them first.'

'That may destroy the canon, and my knowledge may prove useless. But the canon is already destroyed when Power moved in to live with me, which reminds me, she has a nice outfit there. Feel proud of my choice of clothes.'

So it was decided. Sam would start hunting and destroying the canon events with his own hands, setting sail for an unknown destination.

"What are you doing?" Power said as she entered the room, yawning. "And where is my breakfast."

"Breakfast? You could make your own."

"I could. But you prohibited me from entering the kitchen. Also, on a side note. I only eat meat," Power said as she sat in front of him, crossing her legs as he did one more horizontal push-up.

He could see her panties… no, she wasn't wearing any. Jackpot.

"Eat my meat then," Sam replied.

"You want to commit suicide?" Power asked, looking at him. "I'll have you know. I only like human blood, not their meat."

"It's a basic human joke," he said, making one more push-up, and this time, he held on longer.

Seriously. One needed to invent OnlyFans. Sam could be the first one to do it. That would make him tons of money and help many unemployed people finding a job. In fact, he could help people with jobs finding a new way to spend their money.

He smiled, looking at Power's crotch. pink, with a slight blonde hair.

Power spread her legs. "Stop playing games. You just love staring, shy househusband."

"Why do you think so?"

"You are just a dude? Dudes love this," Power said, moving her legs.

"Like a wise man once said," he pushed himself lower to get a better view. "I'm just a human, after all."

"But I'm not," she said, standing up. "Are we going to work or what?"

Sam flipped and stood up on his feet. Damn. His hard on almost hurt him as he did so.

Taking a deep breath, he said. "We are getting out soon. We'll meet someone, and if there are devils on the way, we'll take them down."

He needed to find the katana man and end him, which would get him enough experience. And then he'll grind on the way.

-x-X-x-

Sam was walking down the road, eating potato chips when his phone vibrated. He picked it up. It was from his swordsmanship teacher, Sai.

Sam had asked him earlier if he knew any good private investigators. The teacher had asked him why Sam would think so, only for Sam to ask him why he had found him with a prostitute at 3 AM, which led Sai to give him the contracts and the address of the private investigator.

"So, here we are." Sam stopped in front of an old shop.

"Power doesn't smell any devil here," she said. "But there is a male here. Middle-aged."

"I know." Sam said. His devil sense didn't alert him at all, so he knew it was a safe place. Sam furrowed his eyebrows, wondering how Power could tell the age of the man.

When they got in, they found a middle-aged man sitting while reading some nude magazine.

Sam turned his head, looked at Power, who immediately shouted, "Are you the Private Investigator we're meeting!"

"Power, shut up, let me do the talking," Sam ordered her.

Power, all of a sudden, held her mouth.

"Please, sit down. Young Devil hunter. As for the fiend, she can grab a chair and sit there." He then pointed to the corner. Sam looked at Power and nodded. She did as she was told and sat in the corner.

"So, I assume that you must be Sam Lee. The new devil hunter."

"You know me?" Sam asked.

"Your record talks about you. Even though it's only been a month or so since you joined the devil hunters, your work has spread the word about you," said the middle-aged man.

Although Sam doubted his Sai sensei had told the middle-aged man in advance, he decided to play along.

"So, do you know why I came here?"

"Maybe," he said. "But I'll find out."

"First, introduce yourself," Sam asked.

"I don't share my name. But call me K," the middle-aged man said.

Sam shrugged. "K. Nice to meet you. I came here for you to find someone for me."

"Who?"

"I don't know his name. But I know his relationships."

"You know the son of the debt collector who turned into a zombie," said Sam, almost scratching his hair. "He's a mobster."

"I know him," he said. "He made a deal with the zombie devil. I expected never to see him again. But he's dead."

"Bingo." Sam leaned forward. "I need you to find his grandson for me."

If he could find that katana man and kill him along with his partner, Sam would save himself so much trouble. Himeno would stay alive. And everyone might live happily afterward. The last part was obviously a joke. There is nothing like a happy ending. He didn't know if he would provoke a more dangerous enemy.

"I see. You're involved with the gangs. Why do you want to find him?"

"Do you ask your clients these questions?"

"No. If it doesn't pay me well, what use such information has," K sighed. "Leave your contacts to me. I'll call you if there is anything worth mentioning."