Reze Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

It turned into a crazy python that instantly wrapped around the man's body. "Soul Devouring Chain, die!" "Boom" As he spoke, a black light wrapped around the chain like a magic fire and quickly spread toward the man. "Even if I die, I will not let you get it. Boy, take it!" The man tied up by the chain suddenly let out a shrill roar. His eyes were full of hatred and coldness. He suddenly took out something from his arms and threw it forward fiercely. At this time, Zephyr Khan happened to be standing not far away. As the other party threw it with all his strength, something suddenly appeared in front of Zephyr Khan.

Of course, I will die - a very painful, colourful and frankly, extremely creative death since my own brother will deliver the sentence. I can almost imagine how much Lenox would enjoy hanging me by my balls just to use my body as a bloody pinata. Or better yet, he would use the bunch of weird modified weapons he is hiding in the shed. Cold shivers run down my spine as I recall one of the chainsaws Lenox made. It’s loud and has actual fucking teeth glued to the chain. Teeth, man, fucking teeth!

It was different than before when someone would use my magic, and horror washed through me at what I saw. Lying next to his jeans, with the chain still inside his pocket, was the other half of my amulet.

"Soon, I'll be free from these chains and this pitiful realm. I'll return and--" Zora's words were suddenly cut short as her movements were halted. A confused expression formed on her face as she turned around to see what was holding her back. A lone chain remained wrapped around her arm, the only one left from the others. "What... what is this?" she muttered, her voice filled with frustration. She tugged at the chain but no matter what she did, it remained stubbornly attached. The chain was shimmering with a green light, as though it was resisting her efforts.

I squeezed my eyes to forget the memories, but all in vain. Disrupting my thoughts, Logan returned with a hacksaw, his movements purposeful and patient as he began to saw through the chains. The sound of metal against metal felt like a sweet symphony, a promise of freedom. It didn't take long before the chains fell away, and I was finally free. But the sedatives still coursed through my veins, leaving me weak and unable to walk.

“Just stay calm.” The first man reached us, his hands reaching out to grab me. But before he could lay a hand on me, Carter moved, his body shifting with lethal speed. He caught the man’s wrist, twisting it with a sharp, painful motion. The man grunted in surprise, but Carter didn’t stop there. He pushed the man back, his fist connecting with his jaw in a brutal, swift blow. The second man lunged toward Carter, but I saw it coming. I stepped forward, moving with a speed that surprised even me, and slammed my elbow into his gut. He staggered back, winded, but it wasn’t enough to take him down.

he rumbled softly, his deep voice cutting through the ambient hum of the club. I froze instantly, holding my breath. He opened the box to reveal a stunning, delicate silver chain harness. It was crafted from fine, weightless sterling links designed to drape gracefully over the shoulders, crossing over the chest, and anchoring directly into the silver ring of my leather collar, dropping down to wrap snugly around my waist.

The Hollowsmith closed his glass eyes. "No." Traitor. Jack moved closer to him. "It wants you." "It wants me to remember being it." The first attack came from the workbenches. Unmade tools rose into the air. Not flying. Selecting completion. A saw decided it had teeth. A hook decided it had hunger. A chain decided it had always been wrapped around Marcus's throat. Marcus grabbed the chain with both hands before it finished existing and pulled. The chain screamed. Marcus pulled harder. It snapped into thirty unfinished links that scattered across the floor and forgot what they had been.

"Don't just vent the heat—push it into the chains! Use the thermal expansion to lock the links!" ​Harl didn't answer with words. A moment later, a deep, rhythmic thud echoed from the lower levels. The Great Hammer had resumed its work, but the strike was slower now, heavy with the burden of the Twelfth Suture. Each blow sent a ripple of orange light through the iron chains, turning the rusted metal into a glowing, translucent amber.

It hit the grated floor with a wet, heavy thud and immediately lunged at Tank. "Get off my paint job!" Tank roared. The massive enforcer didn't shoot; he grabbed the heavy logging chain wrapped around his chest the one Leo had permanently phased with Origin-Code back in Coldwater. He swung it like a blazing blue whip, wrapping it directly around the Leech's spinning jaws. The sub-ether friction sparked violently against the tungsten teeth. With a feral grunt, Tank planted his boots, heaved backward, and cleanly ripped the front half of the biomechanical parasite right off its chassis.