[1st POV]
Okay, let's take a moment to think.
What did I do to deserve this fate?
I was 19 years old when I died. My past life was blurry; I couldn't remember anything in detail anymore, but I could still recall the important bits.
I was born in a middle-class family. I was the only son of a married couple. Everything was going well for a few years, the few years of my infancy, which I could not remember, so it was quite worthless.
Then my mother had an affair. My father was a butcher; he was not rich, but he made a living. But a few years into the marriage, when love was starting to be tested, my mother realised she could do better and left my father, taking half of everything he had along with it.
My father was heartbroken and even picked up a new drinking habit after my mother left. In the end, when I was 16 years old, my father passed of liver cancer.
He was a good father, taught me everything I know, and never really showed signs of abuse towards me. But in our battle against cancer, we spent everything we had. Even went as far as to be in debt just to pay for my father's medication and chemo.
But still, my father passed. I was left with no money, kinda homeless, and in a small debt. Nothing I couldn't handle, though. But I had to drop out of high school to earn a living and pay off the debt.
I became a butcher, just like my father. I worked with some local farmers and was able to earn a decent living while still paying my debt. After everything was paid, I picked up studying again and was planning to graduate from the open exams.
My dream had always been to become a surgeon. Cut people to save lives instead of taking them to make a living. I was slowly saving up for college too.
But when I was 19 years old, I died. I did not remember how.
So, looking back on my past life, I did not find any reason for me to be dealt this fate. It was unfair, it was unjust. I didn't deserve it.
Chainsawman. I wouldn't say I was an anime fan, but I watched the popular shows, Chainsawman being one of those anime that caught my interest.
Now here I am, in the universe of Chainsawman. If there were a list of the best worlds to reincarnate in, Chainsawman would be easily found at the bottom of that list.
It was a world where human lives matter as much as the lives of flies. Everybody dies here. The main character who managed to survive was dealt something worse than death. It was a hellish world created by a batshit insane author.
The worst thing about all of this was that I didn't know shit about this world. I only knew that it was a shitty ass world that would only prove to be shitter as more episodes came out. I was not a manga reader, but I was promised worse events by those who did read the manga.
Someone or something, probably God, really fucked me over with this one.
"Hey, have you ever heard of Chainsawman?" I asked the two devil hunters standing in front of me.
They looked at each other before shaking their heads. "Not to our knowledge, no."
Great, I was somewhere before the canon starts. It was impossible not to know of Chainsawman had he existed. It could only mean that the main character had not become a devil at all.
"I see," I said and looked at the ground again.
None of us said anything. I was thankful to the devil hunters for giving me the space and time I needed to process things. They were surprisingly patient; perhaps they pitied me for what I went through.
Let's stop thinking about how screwed I am and focus on the good things. I had superpowers now, I was a devil hybrid which was extremely rare. Although my devil was something as harmless as the pig devil, it could be worse. At least I wasn't the Nice Devil or something.
Perhaps with this power, I could start living here. It sure would beat whatever I had in that dark room. And I would die whenever I die, which was not really a loss for me because I was supposed to be dead already.
I shouldn't try too hard to live or survive, that was a fool's game in this world. Instead, let's just enjoy this extra life that I was allowed to live to the best of my abilities.
Maybe I could make a decent living here if I became a devil hunter. I was not the most educated person, and with my past in this world, it would be hard to live a normal life. But I could be a devil hunter and make good money.
With my canon knowledge, I was confident of living at least a few years. I could enjoy my life during that time.
I finally looked up at the two Devil Hunters. I threw on my first smile at them.
"You know what, maybe this world isn't so bad."
I barely got to finish my words.
*FWOOOO*
The sound of something swinging hit my ears. The object in motion was sharp, so much so that I could hear the air screaming in a high-pitched tone.
Then there was a splatter. Blood splatter.
My whole body, which was cleaned only an hour ago, was bathed in blood once more. I stared with no emotion on my face as the two Devil Hunters standing before me were severed into many parts.
Their body was sliced like a cake, and each part started to crumble when the shockwave of the swing hit us. After their body fell in gory pieces on the floor, I was able to take the perfect look at the devil responsible.
The devil looked like a nightmare made of operating tools. Its body was long and thin, like a stretched human torso wrapped in pale hospital skin. Dozens of scalpels stuck out of its back like metal quills, twitching and clicking together whenever it moved.
Its arms were long and bony, ending in blade-like fingers that shone like clean surgical steel. Instead of a mouth, it had a wide slit running down its face, opening like a surgical incision that was stitched horribly.
The devil was around 12 feet long. It was not too big, but it was extremely wide and tall, in a very unsettling proportion.
"...."
"Give me a break."
It didn't. The devil swung its long arm in a blur of motion. The attack was extremely swift and precise, and I felt my body being sliced into pieces.
It wasn't like being butchered, the cut of the devil didn't hurt at all.
My body fell in blocks on the ground. But when my head hit the ground, I licked the blood of the Devil Hunters on the floor. I felt my body stitch itself together. Flesh reached out to the separated parts like they were sentient. And in just a split second, I was whole again.
The devil swung at me for a second time, but this time I moved. I lunged towards the devil and crashed onto its body as hard as I could.
*BOOOOM!!! *
We pushed the devil through the wall, and we began falling towards the road. The ward was on the third floor, so we didn't fall for long. The devil crashed into multiple parked cars on the side of the hospital.
Our crash was greeted by the screams of people. I heard many people scream and run away from the scene. Cars crashed into each other due to the sudden brakes, but no one cared about their car. They left and ran in the opposite direction.
The humans in the Chainsaw world were accustomed to devils and accidents. I was impressed by their survival instincts.
Right then, I felt a change in my body. My face began morphing into that ugly mass that could swallow a human head whole. The rest of my body followed too. I felt my bones growing longer, my back hunching, my belly swelling and fats and muscles started bulging until my skin was red and pink from the stretch.
I screamed from the pain.
"REEEEEEE!!!!!"
A pure horror of a scream that would send chills up anyone's spine. But I was unfazed because I've heard similar sounds when I slaughtered my pigs.
The worst pain was my skin being stretched by the new muscles and fats. Thick bristled hair also began growing from my skin, it was like a needle stabbing you from the inside until it protruded out. The hair was hard like steel, too.
In my agony, I searched for something to bite. I clamped down on the devil and took a chunk of its flesh before I swallowed it. My mouth was able to open extremely wide, my lower jaw splitting to increase the size. I could also see the tusk I had on my upper jaw.
"Why you-!!" the devil said, the sound was like sharp tools rubbing together to make words.
It swiped at me, and my body was bisected in an instant by the razors he had for fingers. But once I swallowed the meat in my mouth, I healed.
So I began eating the devil alive. It swiped at me again and again, but I healed and brushed off the pain. My transformation hurt, but his cuts felt like a breeze to me. They barely tickled.
The devil tried a different attack. Instead of cutting me, it backhanded me with hands that were larger than before. I felt like a punching bag made of flesh. My body shot out and off him.
*BOOOOOOM!!*
I crashed into a building after blazing through a few cars. I shook my head and quickly got up. My eyes locked on the devil instantly, my food.
I was hungry, no, starving.
I was able to get a brief glimpse of myself in a shattered glass. An ugly demon with a deep red colour. I was an absolute abomination of a pig. I was not just scary but also disgusting-looking, like something was deeply wrong with everything about me.
I flexed my leg and shot back towards the demon. I picked up a dead human while I was at it. He was crushed by my weight inside his own car; his arm and torso were out of his side window, a clear sign he was trying to escape.
I tore off the torso and gobbled him up. More human blood meant more power, my mind vaguely knew that.
The devil swiped its arms three times, sending razor blades towards me. I dodged some, but most sliced me or penetrated through me. But I healed instantly after a thought.
I lunged at the devil, my arms wrapping around his body and my jaw once again clamping down on flesh.
But then blades came out from all over his body like spikes and penetrated me. The devil used its hands to grab both my arms and pulled me up the blade on his body. My body was sliced vertically in half.
I regenerated from the half of me that had my heart. My jaw opened wide, and I bit off the hand grabbing me.
But while I was falling mid-air, its monstrous hand swung and sent me flying to the side. My body bounced on an asphalt road like a rock skidding on water. The ground released sparks as my steel-like hair protected my body. I crashed into a building.
Three cars were thrown right after me, burying me deeper into the building before the whole structure collapsed entirely.
"...."
I did not know why, I did not know how. But I began eating the debris that buried me. I crunched down on rocks, steel, glass and everything in between. After a few seconds, I ate my way out.
After I emerged, I saw the devil occupied with something. He was making a restless sound while tearing away chunks of flesh from his body. Those parts were the same place where I bit him.
"You... what did you do to me?!" it asked angrily when it saw me.
I was not sure. But my guess was disease or some kind of infection. Pigs were known to be dirty animals, often associated with curses and even demons in religion.
I didn't think for long, though. This time, I got down on all fours. I felt my body begin changing structure due to the new stance I had taken. I began turning into a beast rather than a humanoid pig.
My skin darkened, the colour of steel and rubble. It was almost like I was absorbing the materials I had eaten because those same materials came out to reinforce me.
My tusks grew too. They curved and were long enough to be used as weapons.
"REEEEE!!!"
I screamed and then charged at the devil once more.
Again, and again and again. No matter how many times I was sliced apart or thrown away, I healed from the chunks of devil flesh I was able to get. I attacked relentlessly.
Our surroundings got destroyed. I grew bigger and heavier with everything and anything I ate. It was like I was evolving during the fight. I ate through steel, through rocks and rubble. I swallowed the dead humans I found in my rampage. At one point, I began eating the thin blades that the devil threw at me.
Until eventually, I found myself on top of a dead devil. My body began shrinking by then, smoke leaving my body like I was a freshly taken-out potato.
But even in my humanoid form, I continued devouring the devil. I ate and ate and ate until there was only intestines and blue blood.
I ate those like they were a delicious ramen too.
I stopped only when I felt a presence behind me. There was something behind me, something with a delicious scent.
I made a slow turn and saw a red-haired woman wearing a Devil Hunter uniform. When I looked at her yellow spiral eyes, I felt myself calm down, and my hunger subsided.
My mind regained human clarity, enough to be disgusted at what I was eating. I vomited instantly.
"You should slow down when you eat," the woman said as she walked towards me.
I was on my knees, vomiting out the devil I had just eaten. But what I vomited out was nothing compared to the absurd amount of things I've eaten.
"There, there," she patted me on the back of my head. She was crouched down to my level.
When I emptied what felt like everything, I looked up at her. She was smiling, a very beautiful and peaceful smile that I wanted to own in this chaotic world.
Makima.
I knew her from my past knowledge. She was a red flag. A very, very red flag, who was actually the Control Devil and not even a human. Thank you, manga spoilers.
"You'll come with me," she said, and I found it hard to say no.
More devil hunters began appearing. I could hear them moving and securing the perimeter. They were everywhere around me.
"After all, you did a good job," she said.
Just then, another Devil Hunter shouted for everyone to hear.
...
"Scalpel Devil exterminated and... eaten."
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