Power Eyes Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

, Jack stood and moved to another part of the house. “_The world loves power, and that is the only mantle you can use to rule, if you lose everything, don’t ever lose power”, he was saying as I moved closer to the television, my heart pumping real hard, this man held power, and this man had someone who would inherit the power, and I was going to get it by all means, it didn’t matter who I was going to step on but I was going to be standing in that spot. “What are you doing boy”, I heard Jack shout almost as soon as I heard his footsteps.

I don’t usually interact with others but I need to see how bad her wounds are. I walked over to her and she jumped a bit at my touch. “Sorry, I just need to see how bad your wounds are,” I tell her what I am doing. She is not resisting me. She must be an omega or something. “Shit, they are deep,” I slipped my tongue and I noticed chains on my, binding my ankles and wrists. Why am I not feeling this? “This can be the reason why our night vision took a while to kick in. They must be silver chains delaying our powers,” Suaco gave her opinion and I can’t argue with it either. She is most of the time correct about these things.

“Then vent it all out. I’m right here. Literally locked to you.” My phone buzzed. I checked it with my free hand. LensCrusher: Longest day of my life. Handcuffed through classes, meals, everything. He saw me on the family call. I saw how much he carries as captain. We’re actually talking. It’s messing with my head badly. MidnightMVP: Handcuffed the whole day? Sounds exhausting. You okay? Is he crossing any lines? LensCrusher: Not exactly crossing. But close. His arm against mine constantly. He listened when I talked about protecting Ethan. Made me eggs again. I see him differently. It feels scary good.

I didn't know how to react. Zavier quickly stepped forward and held my hand. "Did you hear everything? In that case, we'll drop our act. It's been tough putting on a show for so long. Don't you feel sorry for us, Alex? We feel so sad…" The numbers above their heads decreased steadily. 98%... 96%... 95%... But still, they shouldn't abuse the power bank! After all, overcharging would damage the power bank. As my consciousness gradually waned yet again, I looked at the three 100% battery levels and shed soundless tears in my heart.

I immediately grabbed the officiant's microphone and shouted, "This video's fake! Everyone, don't believe it! This is an AI-generated deepfake video! I trust Isaac, and he would never do anything to betray me! This is fake!" Then, I said to Isaac, "Call the police right now! Whoever did this needs to be arrested immediately!"

Someone grabs my chin roughly and I flutter my eyes open to meet two glowing sapphire-like eyes. “Welcome home mate!” He hisses in my face and whips my head back into the ground. I blink away the black dots trying to regain focus. I see a woman in the corner who has a soft shade of pink eyes and is wearing nearly all black. Her hair is white and she looks at me with disgust. “Why can’t I feel her yet? Her power isn’t filling me!” He growls and I feel a foot crash into my ribs a whimper coming from me. She looks at him with a defensive look.

the truth hurts. "Unfortunately, not anymore," my smile was weak and he seemed worried. "Using your power takes a lot from you, child. You look as pale as before. Drained. I guess the worst the death, the worst you get after you see it. Do you feel weak?" "Like a porcelain doll," I joked. "If you can make jokes, you will be alright in no time," he squeezed my hand gently, giving me courage. "Now, you have to rest a little bit."

Yay. "How would they take your power from you since you're so powerful?" If only he could just spill a little more on how it worked. Wasn't going to be that easy, but still... "My power is in my eyes." I rolled my eyes as I've already gotten that part before. Was I supposed to just reach for my dagger and stabbed his eyes out? "How does it work?" Dummy?

With my divine sword, I connected my vessel power and struck the chains. Her eyelids fluttered, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but no words came out. Anger surged within me, hot and fierce. I couldn’t let her die. I wouldn’t let them win. No! Never! With every ounce of strength I had, I smashed the chains. I connected my vessel power with my divine sword and struck the chains, shattering them into pieces as they flew and broke apart. She fell into my arms, limp and barely breathing. Her Blood soaked through my clothes, warm and thick, but I didn’t care one bit.

Clavier shouted when a chain was wrapped around her body, and she was pulled towards the owner of the scythe. It was a man with a long scar carved horizontally on his right eye and a pair of black wings folded on his back. The color of his eyes was reflecting the color of her demon wolf’s eyes. The giant scythe returned to his right hand, and his other hand was holding the flaming-color chain before he hooked his arm around her waist. She couldn’t move a muscle. It felt like something was restraining her muscles from moving. He smirked. “I’ve been waiting for you.”