Chapter 2 Jason the Weakest?

Where's the machete?

Where's my machete?

Just as Jason was about to survey his surroundings, he suddenly realized that the broad blade cleaver he had been holding in his hand was gone.

It was neither in his hand nor around him.

In the previous copy of the world, in order to fit his 'identity', the broad blade cleaver had left his side.

But it hadn't gone far.

It was just temporarily 'hidden'.

But now?

It was truly gone!

The prison cell in front of him was very simple, apart from the chains that bound him and the iron door opposite, there was nothing else—almost everything could be seen at a glance.

For Jason, the ice hockey mask on his face and the broad blade cleaver in his hand had already surpassed their own value, becoming an indispensable presence at Jason's side.

Not in the prison cell?

Then, outside of it?

With that thought, Jason slowly stood up.

Clank, clank.

The thick chains made continuous noise as he moved.