Chapter 67

"You think using humans, draining them of everything, and playing with their lives until they die is some kind of joy?"

"With all that twisted behavior, what makes you think I'd willingly sign a contract with you?"

"W-Wait, what? W(?Д?)w?"

The Future Devil, startled by the sight of the invisible yet lethal sword in Kurosawa Ren's hand, quickly raised both arms in panic.

"Hold on! You don't have to sign anything, alright? Just—please put that sword away! I'm freaking out here!"

In the Chainsaw Man universe, the Future Devil is a whimsical, neutral entity.

Typically, when forming contracts, he judges a person's future. If it's intriguing or twisted enough to entertain him, he might agree. It's like choosing a fine dining experience—you wait because the quality is worth it.

But you'd never expect the restaurant critic to invade the kitchen or prepare the food himself.

So it wasn't surprising that he felt intimidated.

After all, Kurosawa Ren held the Sword of Promised Victory, a sacred blade born to protect the stars from annihilation. Forged to defeat otherworldly threats, it repels almost all evil—a radiant blade designed to cut darkness itself.

Its aura alone was enough to make demons like him flinch.

"No, seriously. I kind of want to kill you right now," Ren said coldly, unsheathing the sword and deactivating the Wind King's Barrier, exposing the weapon's magnificent, gleaming body.

"Give me one good reason not to end you right here."

"Why... why is this happening to me?" the Future Devil whimpered, completely thrown off.

He had come to court this fascinating human, drawn in by the boy's chaotic future. Instead, he was the one being cornered like prey.

"Ten seconds," Ren said flatly, his voice echoing through the empty valley. "That's all you've got."

"Ten... Six..."

As the countdown progressed, the Future Devil began to sweat profusely, his fear obvious. Time ticked toward zero.

"Three... Two..."

"Wait, wait! I get it, okay?! You've already got some kind of future vision, right? I can enhance it for free! No strings attached!"

"So you can see into my future. How gross," Ren muttered, his eyes narrowing.

The demon folded quickly.

Ren's right eye had already absorbed the Eye of Karma from Senko Muramasa. After fusing it with the Clairvoyance ability from Red A, he could occasionally catch glimpses of enemy movements in advance during battle.

Still, that was nothing compared to the Future Devil's abilities.

"Fine, fine," the demon sighed dramatically, grumbling under his breath. "Come here. I'll give you a portion of my power."

Seconds later, Ren blinked as a sudden chill surged through his right eye. It felt like a kaleidoscope of colors was spinning inside it—vivid and mesmerizing.

Then, a vision came into focus.

He saw Iwanaga Kotoko and the others searching for him in a panic.

"So this is future sight... not bad."

In the Type-Moon universe, future vision is real and incredibly rare. Ranked from D to EX, EX-level clairvoyance enables users to "observe" the future itself.

It's a power typically reserved for legendary figures like Gilgamesh, Merlin, Solomon, or Scáthach.

What Ren received wasn't true EX-rank clairvoyance, but it was more than enough for advanced battle prediction.

"Not a bad upgrade," he murmured, touching his eye.

He glanced around—but the strange demon had already vanished.

Apparently, even the Future Devil wasn't willing to take his chances.

A few minutes later, Kurosawa Ren summoned his black bird familiar and returned to the edge of the forest, where he reunited with Iwanaga Kotoko and the others.

Hours passed.

In the office of the Supernatural Disaster Countermeasures Division, Himeno stood quietly as she reunited with her two teammates: Michiko Tendō and Xiaohong Dongshan.

"Senior Himeno!"

The two girls froze in disbelief.

"Wait—weren't you...?" Xiaohong whispered, her voice trembling.

Xiaohong Dongshan had her hair in a tidy short braid. Her bangs were swept right, with two small hair clips on the left. She was slender, delicate-looking.

She had shed the ruined Public Security uniform and now wore a simple blue-and-white shirt that highlighted her elegance with an understated, youthful charm.

"You thought I was dead, right?" Himeno laughed. "That my limbs were torn off by the demon, and I was just a talking head?"

Xiaohong blushed, but Himeno smiled and playfully ruffled her hair.

"Well, lucky me—I'm still alive and I found someone special."

"Wait... are you talking about...?" Michiko Tendō asked, eyes narrowing.

"Of course I'm talking about Ren," Himeno replied. "You remember, I told you before—I liked that boy."

This usually brash, confident woman suddenly blushed. The pink spread quickly from her cheeks to her ears as she shyly admitted, "Ren saved me from that monster... and then he asked me to go out with him."

"What?! You're in love?!" Xiaohong gasped, nearly dropping her bag.

"Wait, Senior Himeno—weren't you planning to keep hunting demons?" Tendō asked in surprise.

"Ren said he'd take care of me. I'm putting in my resignation tomorrow."

Her bright blue eyes sparkled with joy.

The two younger women stood stunned.

Then, slowly, jealousy began to bloom in their hearts.

They knew Kurosawa Ren's power—after all, he'd defeated two high-level demons in a single day and had personally eliminated Kongwang, the evil spirit that had plagued the government for months.

He was powerful, handsome, and fearless.

Xiaohong and Michiko couldn't help but feel bitter.

Why couldn't they be that lucky?

Who wouldn't want to leave this dangerous line of work—to stop risking their lives every day just to see another morning?

The room fell into silence.

Sensing their inner turmoil, Himeno clapped her hands cheerfully.

"Hey, if you two want, I can recommend you to Ren's company!"

She grinned. "Seriously—he pays better than the Public Security Bureau and there's no risk to your life."

The two girls looked at each other.

Joy flickered in their eyes.

Elsewhere, Kurosawa Ren returned to the Disaster Countermeasures Office with Isayama Huangquan.

As they stepped inside, a wheelchair rolled toward them.

It was Jinguji Ayame.

"Impressive," she said warmly. "Three problems solved in one go. As expected from our special agent."

"You're too kind, Director Jinguji," Ren replied, smiling.

He looked at her—mature, graceful, beautiful. Her skin was smooth and radiant, her features unaging. Her soft brown-black hair draped over her shoulders, and her sharp suit clung to her in all the right places.

A white blouse beneath, fitted blazer, and slim skirt emphasized her curvy silhouette. She had a narrow waist and generous curves, barely held in by the buttons of her blouse.

Elegant. Professional. Undeniably stunning.

Isayama Huangquan nodded beside him.

"It was all Ren-kun's doing," she said. "I only accompanied him."

But the celebratory mood was shattered by a sharp, dismissive voice.

"Tch. Just a pretty boy. You expect me to believe he took down a demon on his own? He probably had someone else do the dirty work."

The room fell silent.

All eyes turned toward the speaker.

Kurosawa Ren slowly turned as well.

The voice belonged to a young man with long, thick hair that looked like a tangle of wool, a sullen expression on his face.

"Who is this clown?" Ren asked, his tone flat.

The young man did look familiar—but Ren couldn't place him.

He seemed like a minor character from Food Spirits—certainly not someone important.

Izuna Noriyuki sneered at him.

Not long ago, Isayama Yomi's adoptive father, Isayama Naraku, had proposed an arranged marriage between Yomi and Noriyuki—the heir of the Izuna family.