Chainsaw Man Reze Novels & Stories

I walked through it slowly. "The sequencing," I said when I reached the far end. "What about it?" "The last piece pulls you back to Year One. You exit through where you started but you see it differently." I turned. "Was that deliberate?" "Completely." "It works." She looked at the space with the satisfaction she had when something had landed exactly as planned. "The opening is Friday. Press preview Thursday." "I know." I came back to where she was standing. "Vivian Cross confirmed?"

Yeah, I doubted that. Rez sat me down on a leather seat, it was like the chairs in the dentists' clinics, then realization dawned on me. My eyes widened, "What are you doing?" "Do you like my piercings?" Rez asked, tilting her head side to side, so I can examined them. "Uh- Yeah?" I whispered. She grinned and leaned closer, I was practically laying down on this creepy dentist chair, she hovered above me. "What do you think about it?"

“You're a big man. How can you not be able to bear a little pain? Is the chief of Admiralporium so lousy?” Chase shuddered and gnashed his teeth tightly. ‘What? You call this a little pain?’ He felt like someone was cutting his organs with a knife. Two hours later, Chase could feel the circulation of energy inside of him, and his gaze glowed with delight. “I… I’m cured?!” Chase was so excited that his face turned red. “Hahaha! I’m cured!” As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful inner energy erupted from him and reduced the decorations in the room to dust.

Souls push him to sit on the chair and he does, but he seats on the side making the chair fall back with it. “Bloody hell! Give me that damn chainsaw. If he won’t sit, then pieces of him will be on that chair but one way or the other, he will end up on that damn chair!” Souls goes for the chainsaw while guy's guy scrambles up and sits on the chair. He is shaking like a leaf being blown by the wind and I don’t know why but I find pleasure in his fear. “Was that so hard?” ask as I receive the chainsaw from Souls. The man shakes his head.

Death lurking just around me. Suddenly, the door creaked open, expecting another blow. Instead, Zane sauntered in. His hair was slicked back, and his eyes looked cold, as it locked onto mine. He dragged a rickety wooden chair across the room, its legs scraping against the concrete ground, and sat down in front of me, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped loosely. And then a faint smirk played on his lips, as if he were savoring the sight of me broken and bleeding.

Teeth ground harshly against bone, crunching and cracking, ripping and tearing as they swallowed and gnawed down anything they could sink their teeth into. Desperate, Sigmund ripped off his mask and bit back. Man and corpse tore into each other. Mid-struggle, Sigmund finally turned. As the new zombie finished tearing Ryan apart, it let out a wild roar, fear and pain gone completely. It twisted upright and charged toward the remaining living people. Slash! A saber ended it in one clean motion. A thousand. Ding! [Mission complete. Reward granted. Random gift pack.] A black cloth pouch appeared in Hayley's mind.

The necromancer smiled more widely. How silly it was of me to blush! When we finished the cooking, the three of us took seats by the fire again. Today, the zombie’s presence almost didn’t bother me at all. The rabbit’s meat turned out much tastier than the fox’s. Apart from that, Reive grated some herbs on it, which stimulated the appetite. As a result, we finished breakfast quickly. “Well, little one, are you ready to set off for the city? Tomorrow, we’ll already be spending the night at the Firel. Or my name isn’t Reive Eridanus,” he said with confidence.

“She’s as much a Wulver as you are, V!” Vivian turned away from us and began pacing the room. She wasn’t happy, that much was obvious, but it seemed like she was trying to devise a new plan to go with the situation. It appeared as if they switched over to a mindlink, and I turned my eyes to the ceiling so I only had to hear her frantic movements. I had no idea what was going on, and no one was filling me in. I felt hands on my wrists, and the chains were undone. “Go,” Chandler instructed me. “Go find your mate, and don’t let anything stop you.”

“If he doesn’t see that, he’s blind and not worth your time.” She smirked. “Thanks, Sav.” I opened my mouth to reply but froze. Because there he was. Reese. Standing by the TV, shirtless, sweaty, and glistening like he’d just walked off the cover of a sports magazine. His hair was pulled into a messy bun, earphones pulled into his ears, abs on full display as he flipped through channels and gulped water straight from the bottle. Lizzie actually gasped. “Holy shit, I think I just dropped my panties.”

Sehrize returns the contents of her head that went too far. TBC.