Chainsaw Man: Survival System
In the distance of a road the rain fell on a small figure. He was a little boy with disheveled blond hair, brown eyes and an unusual dress. Behind the poor boy who was looking at a grave was a car, a man with a beard and suit came out of the window and looked at the child who was not looking at anything.
"If you do not make the payment of this month we will hang you, if you do not get 7,000 yen for tomorrow we will dismember"
The old man's voice was disgusting and miserable, and with the smell of cigarettes increased the disgust of being close to him.
"S-Yes"
The little guy responded still in shock.
"I hope so, Denji, your father owes us a very big debt"
With that last comment of the old man the car headed in a random direction.
Being at this moment in solitude, the child was kneeling quietly, holding his head tightly, tears were coming out of his eyes, but they were hidden in the rain.
'N-No... This cannot be true... M-My death. I felt my body explode and now I am alive, but this is not normal... This is a world full of demons."
His mind was confused by the complex information he had to analyze.
"Gr..."
A small growl came from behind the tree that rubbed Denji with its cold rain leaves. A canine-like orange demon with a chainsaw-like bump from the center of its head. From its body emerge handles that allow it to handle the chainsaw of its head, and its short tail is shaped like a chainsaw traction cable.
"That's a demon?..."
His voice was one of astonishment, was that a demon? That thing was the closest thing to a puppy any child could adopt. His gaze suddenly changed when he saw the wounds of the little demon, a small hole where a small cascade of blood flowed.
"Are you going to die too?..."
An attempt was made to approach the wounded demon, but the latter drove him away with insecurity. His previous memories of his life crossed his mind, Moon had been betrayed, and this demon... Had he also been betrayed?
"Take my blood... I heard that demons can heal by drinking blood! If you don't want to die, take my blood!"
The little demon watched Denji a little confused, but hearing the word "Bite" he didn't hesitate for a moment, and dug his teeth into the boy's forearm.
His sharp teeth stuck in his arteries, the blood stopped traveling their common path and was now carried away by the knives of this demon. He let out a groan of pain and discomfort, his soul was in a child's body, and it was normal for his pain tolerance to be zero compared to his old body.
"E-Listen well, I don't do this for your well-being, this is a contract. You help me and I help you, we will achieve our goals together, and then thank each other."
A new alliance was born on this day: a demon and a child, each with different goals, will rely on good and bad to achieve success.
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My life was neither good nor bad since I spent the years that I have already counted for my heart disease, I had to work as a Demon Hunter to be able to pay the debt of the Yakuzas that my damn father left me in my hands.
I have my friend Pochita, the demon I saved from death and is now my trusted friend. It's weird. Bounty hunters cannot have love, sexual or fraternal relationships, but when I am close to Pochita, my body, I feel a great warmth and always say "He will never betray me.
Despite my age of sixteen, I have been able to solve some problems of my new life; The money for my welfare was not lacking, they had my job as a demon hunter and from time to time I extorted some Yakuzas, the food was the least; He could eat bread and jam thanks to the extra money he earned stealing... The real problem was the gigantic debt, he had to sell his right eye, a kidney and his right testicle... Would it be profitable to prostitute myself?
"Woof!"
"You're right Pochita, you'd better solve that stupid count of the stupid Yakuzas as quickly as possible"
Our house was not the best in the world, it was a shed full of garbage and with only a dirty and smelly mattress. At least we have food.
"I'm sick of bread with jam, I need to have the necessary proteins to be able to train this scrawny body... Do you want to?"
"Woof!"
A cozy silence flooded our house, raindrops colliding with the hard metal of our roof was the only thing that could be heard in the distance. I watched my friend and protector, even though I have been here for several years, I still can't process that demons exist.
"Pochita, do you still remember our contract? Well, I think we will not be able to meet it, our goals are too far away and with each passing day it weakens me more and more... I am sorry"
Betrayal is something that every bounty hunter hates, but, as I said before, every person has something they hate with all their heart. I hated to disappoint my friends.
*Slabr*
On my left cheek I felt a lick and saw that it was Pochita trying to comfort me. I smiled and hugged him tightly.
"Thank you friend, I promise you that we will meet our goals even if I die"
We hugged each other and our eyes slowly closed, having a friend with you was the best thing in the world.
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*¡Toc, toc!*
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The sound of the door echoed in my ears, this stupid sound woke Pochita and me from our sleep, and something we didn't like was being awakened.
"I swear if they're another one of those government idiots, I swear I'll break them into a thousand pieces."
"Denji, another demon appeared. It's time to work."
I sighed with heaviness and anger. To that damn old man I swear that when I get the chance I will kill him and take all the money that the shameless man stole from me.
"Wait a minute. Come on Pochita, I swear when we finish I will buy you pig blood, your favorite."
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A car was traveling at high speed during the cold night and along the road. Denji and Pochita, each one was behind while talking about things in life and the collector took him to the address where the devil was.
The vehicle parked in front of a huge abandoned warehouse, Denji, who had a bad feeling, slowly advanced towards the entrance of the warehouse with Pochita being grabbed by his handles.
"Is there a demon around here? Because I don't see any, I guess it must be hidden, isn't it, old man?..."
No words came out of the old Yakuza, her gaze looked at nothingness itself, her eyes were lifeless and this alerted Denji who put his hand in her pants pocket.
"Boy... You have our gratitude."
"Whatever..."
"Obedient as a dog. Happy to work like a dog for cheap things"
"Elder... You're already exaggerating."
"The thing is, I hate dog stench."
A sepulchral silence appeared on the spot.
No one was moving a muscle.
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*Slash*
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An attack took Denji by surprise, who stepped aside as quickly as possible, but with a consequence. He lost his left arm and Pochita was injured.
"Aghhh! Die!"
Denji screamed in pain, and from his right hand that was hidden in his pocket he took out a pistol and fired. The explosive sound of the bullet sounded throughout the basement, more blood had been released and slammed to the ground, and a small groan of pain was the last to sound.
A Yakuza fell dead to the ground, he had in his hands a machete that he was bathing in his blood and that of his friend who barked in pain.
"U-you, treacherous!"
The collector walked backwards while uttering a few words that froze Denji's body just now.
"You'll see boy, we wanted to be stronger..."
The body that Denji had shot began to rise, had no injuries, and radiated a rotten smell from his body.
"We wanted to have more money, so we made a contract with a demon, like you did..."
Many shadows flooded the place that was illuminated by the moon and thousands of Yakuzas were observed with their bodies in a state of mummification, they gave off the same smell of dead as the Yakuza that Denji murdered, a much larger shadow began to be known ...
"What we wanted was the power of a demon..."
The shadow appeared completely. It was shaped like a giant limbless floating torso with multiple organs exposed, including a brain from which tentacles emerge. He was a horrible creature.
"A demon..."
He no longer cared about the pain his body felt when it was torn from himself, his eyes were in premature shock at the sight of that creaturely abomination.
"G-Gr..."
Denji watched as his friend had dull eyes and more blood ran down his body.
"Shit"
With the necessary strength he got up and took Pochita between his chest, ran as fast as he could while the zombies were on their heels.
"These guys were dumb, stupid! He only had to tell them that he would give them the power of demons..."
Every word he mentioned was full of hatred and resentment towards Denji, the latter throwing objects to slow the passage of zombies and used his pistol to kill them, although the latter was useless because the Yakuzas always revived.
"They all became my slaves! I hate demon hunters who kill my species! And you, brat, are on the menu!"
One of the zombies who had a knife stuck it in Denji's thigh, lost his balance, and the helpless callus on the ground.
'It can't be, not again! I don't want to die again... Not again... I've found my first friend and I'm not going to let them separate me from him!'
Every bullet fired was a waste, the zombies came menacingly towards Denji who had terror and agony present in his face.
"Cut it into pieces and throw it in the trash..."
The zombie demon ordered his subjects, who listened and threw themselves towards Denji with their weapons.
Each piece of meat was separated from his body...
His face was the clear representation of pain...
His mind couldn't think clearly by having all these pain stimuli simultaneously...
This was his end...
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In the dumpster were Denji's remains, his face still not losing the expression of pain and agony he had previously.
A line of blood began to spill from his mouth, traveling a long way until it reached Pochita's mouth. His mouth tasted the blood and opened his eyes.
Denji's body was gradually rebuilt, each part came together where it should be, his eyes slowly widened as he whispered a few intentional words.
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My eyes widened and visualized a round orange figure.
"Pochita..."
"Woof!"
"From what I see if you kept our promise... You took over my body."
I smiled and stroked my friend's head.
"Denji... This is a contract, I could not fulfill my dreams but I always loved listening to yours, I will be your heart, in return you will fulfill your dreams"
"Pochita..."
"I entrust you with our destinies"
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"Pochita!"
My body moved on its own and came out completely out of the container, my wounds healed, my top garment shattered, and Pochita's tail hung from my chest.
"P-Pochita..."
Small tears threatened to come out of my eyelids, my friend, my best friend sacrificed himself for me... He can't do anything.
"Hmm?"
The zombie demon watched me from how I was revived and looked at it with a poker face. His anger returned to his face.
"Are you still alive after you were cut into pieces?! You demon hunters disgust me! Bastards, devour it!"
The Yakuzas ran towards me... They... They had lives of kings, luxuries and women surrounded them, why did they want more?, just having Pochita on my side I was very happy.
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Now I understand. Greed will always be greater than happiness, no matter what happens or what matters, the greed of us humans will be our downfall.
"If they're going to get in the way of our dreams... Die!"
With my finger he pulls the rope from my chest. The zombies pounced on me, their teeth pierced my flesh but I didn't feel anything, the pain was null at this moment, I only felt a great thirst for... Wrath.
"With that, the brat must have died..."
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A zombie was pierced by half of its body by a chainsaw.
Two other zombies were also pierced from the sides by two chainsaws.
"Gyjajajajaja!"
All the zombies were torn to pieces in a second. From all the bodies came Denji, but now he was not the one we all knew, his head was transformed into a demonic mechanical form with long jagged fangs and a chainsaw handle on the back of his head, large chainsaws emerged from his forehead and arms with which they smashed the zombies in their way.
"T-You! That little demon took over your body!"
The zombie demon's expression of horror showed that he was nervous about this new form of Denji.
"I will slaughter them all! I will kill them and swear that I will devour them part by part!"
Denji's head was only full of anger for everyone present, he just wanted to kill and kill. A transparent screen appeared in front of Denji, curbed his anger frenzy, and stared in shock at the screen.
[Chainsaw Man: Survival System]
[Mission: kill everyone and devour their bodies...]
[Rewards: Amplification of Physical and Demonic Abilities]
Denji's sharp teeth smiled, and he let out a terrifying laugh.
"Gyjajajajaja! This is perfect, I am a demon hunter, and therefore this mission will be too easy!"
With a mosntruous jump he approached the face of the zombie demon who was still in shock from what he saw before... Someone very dangerous was born on this day.
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N/A: I am very sorry for the mistakes in this terrible script of the first chapter, I fell asleep while writing, again my insomnia problems, I wanted to finish this as quickly as possible so that I could sleep and tomorrow edit the chapter. Please bear with me.