LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 56: Back To My World 2
( 4 days from now on allright after that i will post a chapter thanks for reading )
Without looking up from her tome, Makima spoke, her voice icy and calm. "Why are you bothering me, Kishibe? I've given my word. No birds, no rats, no devils—nothing is spying on you or any Japanese civilian. Now, are you inviting me to trouble?"
Kishibe leaned back in his chair, lighting a cigarette, his demeanor as casual as ever. "Hey, at least give me some credit. If I hadn't humored him and let him stay when Kang Woo showed up in those beggar clothes—despite clearly not being a beggar—you'd never have met your so-called king."
Makima's eyes narrowed slightly, her hand pausing on the page as she tilted her head. Her tone remained steady. "Your point?"
Kishibe exhaled a plume of smoke, his gaze sharp but calm. "I just find it strange, that's all. Someone like you—Makima, the Control Devil—devoted to anyone. It contradicts everything about your origin. You were built to dominate, not serve."
Makima's eyes flicked toward him briefly before returning to her tome. She remained silent, her expression unreadable, though her fingers tightened slightly on the edge of the book.
Makima's fingers tightened momentarily on the edge of her tome as Kishibe's words lingered in her mind. She thought to herself, Not progressing anything is idiocy anyway. With that, she snapped the book shut and, without a word, slipped on her Infinity Sling Ring. With a smooth motion, she conjured a portal on the wall beside her, its edges glowing faintly.
Stepping through, Makima emerged in a bustling Tokyo pizza café, her commanding presence instantly turning heads. The cashier, a young waitress, straightened nervously upon recognizing her. "It's Makima, the hero! How can I—"
Makima cut her off with a sharp tone. "I want a cheese pizza, a beef pizza, and one with tuna. Here." She dropped $300 on the counter. "Keep the change and make it quick."
The waitress ignored the glowing portal behind Makima, focusing instead on the sudden and overwhelming request. Moments later, another waitress appeared with the order, the pizzas still steaming hot and ready.
Makima arched an eyebrow, mildly impressed. "That was fast."
The first waitress, attempting to be conversational, replied nervously, "We only heard rumors that you love pizza… you and your slave…"
Makima's gaze sharpened instantly, and her voice dropped an octave, cutting through the air. "Slave?"
The second waitress hesitated before sliding a folded newspaper across the counter toward her. "It's in today's headline…"
Unfolding it, Makima scanned the bold print, her yellow-ringed eyes narrowing dangerously. The article read: "Do not harm Makima and the man beside her. We've dubbed him Makima's slave—the man named Kang Woo."
A flicker of fire erupted in Makima's palm as she incinerated the newspaper with her Hellblaze, her restrained fury radiating off her in waves. Her thoughts churned darkly. My Demon King being called a slave? This is unacceptable. It's infuriating.
The waitress who handed over the newspaper gulped audibly, her hands trembling. "I-Is something displeasing you, Makima?"
Makima's cold gaze fixed on her, the air around her seeming to freeze despite the hellish flames still licking at the remains of the paper. "Just give me the pizzas."
The waitress quickly boxed the pizzas and handed them over, her movements rushed and nervous. With the boxes in hand,
Makima stepped back toward . "I'm going back to where I came from."
Without another glance, Makima stepped through the glowing portal, leaving the café in a state of tense silence. As the portal disappeared, the staff exchanged wide-eyed glances, each silently resolving to never mention the article again.
At Futamichi Café, Makima stepped through her glowing portal, holding several pizza boxes. She walked with measured steps, exuding her usual composed yet commanding presence. Placing the boxes on the table, she seated herself opposite Kishibe, who watched her with a curious gleam in his eye.
Aki was the first to break the silence. "Ms. Makima, now you can open portals like Kang Woo?"
Makima smirked faintly as she settled in. "Even better, Aki-kun. I can travel worlds just like Kang Woo."
Himeno leaned forward slightly, her curiosity piqued. "Makima, this Strange you've been with—what's he like?"
Makima waved her hand dismissively, cutting her off. "He's a good man. Holds great titles—M.D., Ph.D.—but he's stubborn. Stubborn enough that he'd probably destroy his own world before he'd destroy his own universe."
Her sharp yellow-ringed eyes shifted to Kishibe, who had been silently observing her. "What do you want, Kishibe?"
Kishibe leaned back, his cigarette dangling loosely from his lips. "Anything about Kang Woo… and this mana power he has."
Makima's gaze sharpened as she placed her elbow on the table and rested her chin on her hand. "I'll consider it, but only if your lesbian friend here," she gestured at Quanxi with a slight smirk, "joins us. Then we can start our conversation."
Quanxi raised an eyebrow, her devil fiends shifting uneasily in their seats. "What's the catch?"
Makima's smirk widened slightly, her tone cold and calculated. "We trade. I lack some information on events that are unfolding, so I'll offer what you need to know about Kang Woo—but not his origins or identity. Only what's relevant."
Kishibe exhaled a slow plume of smoke, nodding slightly. "A take-and-give relationship, huh?"
Makima's voice turned colder, her gaze unwavering. "I prefer barters. Equal information exchange. If what you offer is worthless, we end it here."
The room grew tense as Kishibe exchanged a glance with Quanxi. Both knew Makima wasn't one to make idle threats, and her calm demeanor only underscored her deadly seriousness.
Kishibe exhaled another plume of smoke, his gaze steady as he processed the tension building in the room. The sharpness in Makima's voice lingered, a quiet reminder of her deadly nature.
Quanxi, leaning back in her chair, broke the silence first. "I'll start. Why is Pingtsi so afraid of you?"
Makima turned her piercing yellow-ringed eyes to Kishibe. "Kishibe, you're aware of my former contract with that backstabbing Prime Minister Kentaro, aren't you?"
Kishibe nodded slowly. "Yeah. You had 127 million lives shielding you from harm. Any damage you took was redistributed as illnesses or random deaths among Japanese civilians."
Makima tilted her head slightly, her smirk widening. "what's inside me is far greater than that. This tiny planet we inhabit wouldn't be able to contain the magnitude of what Kang Woo has given to me."
Kishibe's eyes narrowed, a flicker of curiosity crossing his face. "You mean Kang Woo's Commandment?"
Makima raised a finger, silencing him with an icy stare. "Wait your turn, Kishibe. Now it's mine." Her gaze turned to Quanxi, her smirk still intact. "Why are you here, Quanxi?"
Quanxi met her gaze evenly, her expression unwavering. "To capture Kang Woo and deliver him to the Chinese government."
The room fell silent for a moment before Makima let out a soft chuckle, her tone dripping with disdain. "Go ahead. Try. You'll probably end up in pieces anyway."
Quanxi's sharp eyes narrowed as she leaned slightly forward. " Makima, you'll protect Kang Woo?"
Makima tilted her head, her smirk growing wider, a low chuckle escaping her lips. "Huhuhu… No, Quanxi. Protect him? That's unnecessary. Let me put it this way—if there were 100,000 primal devils, not just a few hundred as there actually are, including my sisters, the Four Horsemen, it still wouldn't be enough to scratch his skin."
She leaned back in her chair, her voice growing colder and more mocking. "All they'd manage to do is annoy him. And then, Quanxi… you'd suddenly find yourself dead before you even realized what happened."
The room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of Makima's words pressing down on everyone present. Quanxi's devil fiends exchanged uneasy glances, the fear in their eyes unmistakable. Even Quanxi herself stiffened slightly, her expression guarded as she processed Makima's chilling confidence.
Kishibe broke the silence with a low chuckle, taking a drag from his cigarette. "Well, that settles it. Quanxi, maybe you'd better rethink that plan of yours."
Makima's gaze lingered on Quanxi, her smirk never fading. "by all means, go ahead and try. It'll be… entertaining."
The room remained tense, the silence broken only by the faint crackle of Kishibe's cigarette. Quanxi's devil fiends shifted uneasily, the weight of Makima's words still hanging in the air. Quanxi herself was unusually quiet, her sharp eyes fixed on Makima, though her expression betrayed her inner turmoil.
Quanxi finally said, her voice calm but edged with disbelief. " Bullshit Makima no one is that powerful. Are you lovesick for this man, Kang Woo?"
Makima's smirk deepened, her tone colder now. "Then go ahead. Fight him. I won't stop you."
Quanxi fell silent, her thoughts racing. The Makima before her wasn't the same terrifyingly calculating Control Devil she once knew. This Makima was more talkative, almost approachable—yet her aura of dominance remained unmistakable. Her silence spoke volumes.
Kishibe, sensing the tension, exhaled a long plume of smoke and leaned forward. "My turn now, Makima. What was your end goal before meeting Kang Woo? And what is it now, after meeting him?"
Makima's eyes shifted toward Kishibe, her smirk softening slightly. "Before meeting Kang Woo, I had a very simple, yet impossible, goal. I wanted to find the Chainsaw Devil, control him, and erase the concepts of devils that were harmful to humans. My ultimate end goal? To experience familial love—hugs, affection, a home." Her voice grew quieter, almost reflective. "But that was a fantasy. I'm a devil. Humans feared me. That was a fact, and it made my dream impossible."
She paused, her yellow-ringed eyes narrowing thoughtfully as she continued. "Now, after meeting Kang Woo… that's complicated. Give me a moment to arrange it in a sentence that you can actually understand."
Makima's thoughts churned, her inner voice a mix of irritation and reluctant amusement. I can't spill the entire story like some pretentious scholar. I need to make myself more valuable. Kang Woo, your personality is rubbing off on me too much. Quanxi might be right—I'm lovesick and possessive. But I know it's practically impossible to reach Kang Woo's level. He's regaining his lost power so fast I can't keep up. Even something as powerful as the Power Stone, which could obliterate most beings, is trash to him.
She straightened slightly and spoke, her tone calm yet resolute. "I'll answer regarding my past goal first. My ultimate goal has already been granted by Kang Woo—I've gained familial love and affection. I'm the happiest devil, and those moments with him are the happiest of my life."
Quanxi chuckled, crossing her arms with a smug expression. "Told you—you're lovesick, Makima."
Makima's smirk returned, unfazed. "Now my goal is simple. I want to keep up with Kang Woo, even if it's only at 10 percent of his progress. That's enough for me, and I'd be more than satisfied."
Kishibe leaned forward, exhaling smoke with a hint of amusement. "Heh, someone like you admitting there's something you can't control is surprising."
Before Kishibe could say more, Makima interrupted sharply. "Before we continue, let me address what's on your mind. Even though Kang Woo has already told you this that he is regain his strength back not growth , but you're still thinking about how fast he's growing stronger, right?"
Kishibe nodded slightly, his expression contemplative. "Yeah, I still think about it. If he can do it, that means we can too, right? Maybe through Compound V or some other method he's discovered."
Makima pinched the bridge of her nose, exhaling in exasperation as her thoughts spiraled. Someone crazier than me, thinking they can become as powerful as Kang Woo. It's as stupid as a regular devil claiming they could ascend to a primal devil. Even now, I've reached the state of a high-ranking demon only because Kang Woo bestowed a fragment of his power to me. He's a Demon King, and in his eyes, all devils—including the primal ones—are invalids. What a low-level world mine is. I can't wait to show them the multiverse someday.
She sighed audibly, fixing Kishibe with a sharp gaze. "You really don't understand, do you? Kang Woo's power isn't something anyone can replicate. Not through Compound V, not through any shortcut. You'd have better luck trying to rewrite the laws of existence itself."
Kishibe leaned back in his chair, a sly smirk tugging at his lips. "From a devil who liked to control everything, now subservient to someone else? What a role reversal. But I have to say, you've changed, Makima. You're almost… humble. You're settling for just 10 percent of Kang Woo's progress, and you're even grateful for it? What happened to you?"
Makima's eyes narrowed as she interrupted, her tone sharp and commanding. "Your turn is exhausted, Kishibe. Now it's mine." She crossed her legs, her gaze unwavering as she continued. "I'm already aware that you're the current commander of Public Safety Devil Hunters since I resigned. It's obvious—no one else is more capable than you. My question is, are you and your buddies trying to recruit me again, or not?"
Kishibe took a drag from his cigarette, the smirk never leaving his face. "At the very least, if we recruit you, Kang Woo would soon follow. You two are like two peas in a pod. Having him on our side would help prevent more unnecessary losses. Right now, Vought has declared a Tournament of Heroes against us, and in a few days, it's clear that none of us are capable of fighting The Seven or their supes head-on. Except Kang Woo."
The weight of Kishibe's words lingered in the room, casting a heavy silence. Quanxi remained still, her expression inscrutable, though her thoughts betrayed the concern she wouldn't voice. I never thought Japan's situation was this bad. Vought is practically a country unto itself. Without Makima, this place is weaker than I ever imagined. And now, Kang Woo… he's their only hope.
Makima stayed silent, her eyes narrowing as she processed Kishibe's offer.
Quanxi broke the tension. "I think this is my final question—and, strangely enough, it's the same one Kishibe and I share." She glanced at Kishibe, who nodded in agreement before speaking.
"What happened to you, Makima, when you went with Kang Woo?" Kishibe's voice carried curiosity and something deeper, something guarded.
Makima offered them a faint smile, enigmatic and distant, as though she was about to answer. But then her gaze shifted sharply. She sniffed the air subtly, her expression hardening. Magic? Her yellow-ringed eyes darted toward the window. She stood abruptly, her movements calculated and deliberate, her gaze fixed on the horizon.
Aki, seated nearby, noticed the sudden tension and turned toward her. "Ms. Makima? Is something—"
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Before he could finish, the sky outside cracked with an unnatural, thunderous sound. The tear spread like jagged glass, revealing a swirling vortex of darkness. From it, a massive ball of dark energy plummeted, hurtling toward the street outside. The impact sent shockwaves through the area, shaking the café but leaving it largely intact.
The energy dissipated, revealing a humanoid figure within—Dormammu. His form was smaller now, human-sized, but unmistakable. His face retained the dark, shimmering texture of his cosmic essence, glowing faintly with cracks of violet energy coursing through him. His body was visibly battered, wounds etched across his figure, and black ichor seeped from deep gashes as if the Dark Dimension itself was bleeding through him. His once-overwhelming aura now flickered weakly, but even in this state, his presence was oppressive.
Makima pinched the bridge of her nose again, her expression twisted into mild annoyance. "It reeks of the Dark Dimension," she muttered.
Aki turned toward the scene, his eyes widening. "Uh… what?"
Before anyone could process further, another figure descended through the fractured sky, landing with a resounding crack that shook the ground. The newcomer's landing was deliberate, a classic superhero pose with a blade in hand.
It was Kang Woo.
His form was commanding, yet terrifyingly altered. His entire body was cloaked in a black, flame-like goo that clung to him, writhing as if alive. His eyes gleamed with an intricate crimson-red pattern, pulsing with otherworldly energy. In his hand was the Chaos Excalibur, its blade radiating an unstable mix of dark and golden light, as if it could split realities with a single swing.
Kang Woo's voice cut through the air, dripping with disdain. "Anything else, Dormammu? Other than your pathetic power from the Dark Dimension?" His tone was cold, calculated, and mocking.
Dormammu staggered slightly but straightened, his fractured form glowing faintly as he glared at Kang Woo. "You… you dare insult me after this?!" His voice, though weakened, still carried an echoing resonance that chilled the air.