Alexandra actually didn't want to use bombs to break the seal; she knew it was too risky, but she just wanted to dig out the dragon bone quickly to prolong her life.
A few days ago, she went to the Doctor for a check-up, and the Doctor told her that many of her organs were on the verge of failure, and she didn't have much time left.
Having lived for over a hundred years, she didn't want to die like this, but the dragon bone was protected by a seal, and they couldn't get it. So, in her desperation, she directly buried a large amount of explosives, intending to break the seal physically. The result was obvious: she failed.
Now, she could only hope that the demon beast The Hand worshipped would be able to open that seal.
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In the morning, Akira woke up and, as usual, intended to wash up first and then eat something simple, but as soon as he stepped out of the bedroom, he smelled a fragrance.
"Has Hajime finally learned to cook?! I've had it for half a year; it finally knows how to repay me!"
He turned to look at Hajime's small bed; the lazy creature was still sleeping. It was clearly impossible for it to have made breakfast and then gone back to sleep.
Akira then looked at the sofa; Matt, covered in injuries, hadn't woken up yet, so it couldn't have been him either.
Could it be... "You're awake. I've already made breakfast. You can come and eat directly."
Makima walked out of the kitchen, a plate of char siu bao in her left hand and a plate of shrimp dumplings in her right. There were also some other breakfast items on the table.
She had already changed out of yesterday's Public Safety Devil Hunter uniform and was now wearing Akira's clothes, as there were no women's clothes in Akira's home.
Akira, whose taste buds were stimulated by the aroma, directly picked up a shrimp dumpling and put it into his mouth, then gave a thumbs-up:
"This is amazing!"
Makima smiled faintly, "Since I didn't know your taste, I made more common China dishes, so there's bound to be something you like."
"I like all the food Makima makes! Even before I transmigrated, it's been a long time since I've had such authentic China cuisine!"
"As long as you like it."
"Oh, right, I almost forgot."
Makima suddenly got up and took another plate of breakfast from the kitchen, placing it on the table, though its appearance was a bit strange.
Then, under Akira's puzzled gaze, Makima woke up the still-sleeping Hajime and carried it to the dining table.
Makima smiled and said, "Family should eat together!"
"Makima, you're so good. Akira only feeds me cold cat food!"
Hajime, smelling the food, immediately betrayed Akira and defected to Makima.
"Hajime, you traitor."
Akira was disgusted by Hajime's actions and even suspected that this cat had been controlled by Makima.
"Haha!" Makima was amused.
The two people and one cat ate breakfast together. Akira thought to himself, "It seems Makima really considers me and Hajime family. The Control Devil is so eager for family."
Makima suddenly said, "Akira, accompany me shopping later. I need to buy some clothes and daily necessities. It's definitely not okay to keep wearing your clothes."
"Okay." Akira agreed. He had nothing to do for now; no clients had come to entrust him with tasks, and Matt was still unconscious and wouldn't wake up anytime soon.
Akira pointed to the landline on the table and said to Hajime, "Hajime, watch the house. If Matt wakes up, call me."
Hajime looked down at its furry paws and tried to decline:
"You're making a kitten make a call? I'm just a cat!"
Akira rolled his eyes, "Don't give me that. Don't think I don't know you often order pizza behind my back and tell the delivery person not to knock and leave it outside."
Hajime's paws hit the ground in shock, saying incredulously, "You knew!"
"Stupid kitten, you're spending my money, of course I know."
Hajime looked resigned, "Okay, I'll watch Matt. You two go on your date."
"This cat!"
"This World seems wonderful. Although AIDS, nuclear weapons, and such things still exist, there are no devils here, no destined death."
But there are things more terrifying than that, Akira grumbled inwardly.
They had finished buying clothes. Makima folded her Public Safety Devil Hunter uniform and put it in a bag. She was now wearing the newly bought women's clothing: a beige short cardigan over a black dress, with dark low-heeled shoes, looking like a girl next door.
"Makima like this is so strange!"
Perhaps Makima in her trench coat uniform was too iconic; Akira felt a strong sense of incongruity with her in different clothes.
"Akira, look!"
Makima called out to Akira. Akira turned to look in the direction she was pointing: a pet store. He seemed to understand something and tilted his head, saying,
"Are you talking about puppies?"
Makima smiled sweetly, "Akira really understands me!"
The two walked into the pet store.
When they came out again, Akira was leading a chubby yellow Corgi, while Makima was leading a Golden Retriever.
"Hehe, now Hajime has someone to play with!" Akira felt a bit schadenfreude.
"What names should we give them?" Makima asked Akira.
Akira didn't think much and said, "I've already thought of it. This Corgi will be called Pochita, and the Golden Retriever will be called Denji!"
Makima asked, "Do these names have any meaning?"
"Huh, you don't know?" Akira wondered inwardly, 'Which period's Makima did I summon?'
Akira briefly explained, "Pochita is the name of the chainsaw man. It was given to him by a human after he was severely injured. As for Denji, that's the name of that human who adopted the chainsaw man after he turned into a small dog."
Makima's smile stiffened slightly. The chainsaw man was her idol, yet he was adopted as a puppy by a human, and Akira even named a dog after the chainsaw man.
"Are you okay?" Akira felt Makima's expression wasn't quite right.
Makima recovered her smile and said, "I'm fine, and these names are very good!"
You don't look like you think so at all!
The two strolled down the street. Makima asked curiously,
"Akira, your eyes give me a feeling very similar to my elder sister's. Is its ability related to death?"
"Elder sister, the Death Devil?"
"Yes, it's a feeling of facing death."
"The ability of these eyes." Akira's pupils once again turned colorful, then he raised his hand and swiped it through the air. A chill came over him, and Akira reached out to catch the ice cube that appeared out of nowhere.
"I can see the 'death' of things and touch 'death'. 'Death' is expressed in the form of lines of death. By severing these lines of death, I can kill the corresponding object. Just now, I killed the temperature of the Water vapor in the air, so they froze and fell as ice."
"This ability..." Makima fell into thought, then asked,
"Then can you kill the existence of things?"
"What do you mean?" Akira didn't understand.
"You know the chainsaw man, so do you know that devils eaten by the chainsaw man disappear from the World, even their names and corresponding concepts? For example, if the chainsaw man eats the Ear Devil, then ears in the World will disappear. Can you do that?"
"So you want me to be the chainsaw man! I'm sorry, I can't do that. I'm not sure if the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception can do it. My understanding of death is still very simple. The ability of these eyes strengthens as my understanding of death deepens."