Kang Woo bit his finger. A drop of black blood hit the ground. "Ingal."
Green light engulfed her. Makima's body was restored—no damage, no decay, even her arm returned to flesh.
Kang Woo stared down. "Unfortunately for you, Makima… you don't get an Oscar this time. You get a Darwin Award. Because of how unintelligent you were. But hey. Here you are. What now? Gonna slap me, Makima?"
Makima burst into tears. Then ran. She hugged him—tight. Voice shaking.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I always get in your way. Back in Aokigahara… something broke inside you. I couldn't stop it. I'm sorry. Please… forgive me."
Makima trembled in his arms. "I couldn't keep a single promise to you. We never even got to watch that movie… and I didn't win the fight against—"
She hesitated.
Kang Woo's voice cut in, finishing the thought for her. "—Lucifero."
Makima froze. Her tears didn't stop.
Then kang woo cupped her cheeks. Both hands warm against her skin. He leaned in—his eyes steady, unwavering. "You're still alive. You kept fighting. Winning or losing… doesn't matter. You've still got a long road ahead to carry that bucket, Makima."
And then—he kissed her.
Makima gasped softly against his lips, overwhelmed. The sorrow, the relief, the guilt—all melted into that single moment.
When they finally parted, her voice came in a whisper. "Welcome back… my savior."
Kang Woo's lips curled slightly. "I'm home. To this Earth… again, Makima."
A loud shout rang out from a few meters away.
"WHAT ABOUT US?! SHOULDN'T YOU HELP US TOO? WE KISSED ASPHALT WITH OUR MOUTHS!"
It was Power. Flailing exaggeratedly on the ground, arms and legs stiff like a cartoon goat. Her red eyes were wide, tongue sticking out.
"I THINK I SWALLOWED GRAVEL! I DEMAND A REFUND! A REFUND FOR MY BEAUTIFUL FACE!"
Denji groaned, facepalming. "Power, you're not even pinned by gravity anymore."
He walked over and smacked her on the head lightly. "You're embarrassing us."
Power hissed, then flopped dramatically again. "I'm DYING. Revive me with a blood sacrifice. Preferably cake-shaped!"
Aki, still lying on the cracked street, winced as he pushed himself up. "Ugh… my back is going to be sore for weeks."
Himeno chuckled, bruised but breathing. "Local bar better have something strong. I'm not walking away from this sober."
Denji muttered, "You never do."
Power pointed at Kang Woo dramatically again, her voice shrill and full of flair. "YOU OWE ME A BLOOD DONATION, OH COOL AND POWERFUL GUY!"
Kang Woo chuckled, glancing at the four idiots sprawled across the battlefield. But then his expression soured.
Lucifero was floating again, struggling to conjure one last spell. A pathetic, flickering black hole hovered behind him—unstable, malformed. Like a novice mage leaning on broken magic.
Kang Woo muttered, "Cruel Sun."
A car-sized orb of fire appeared and launched instantly. It collided with Lucifero's face. The impact twisted his features grotesquely and hurled him back several meters into the ground.
Lucifero screamed. "My face—my FACE!"
Kang Woo taunted him, eyes sharp. "In your head now, you're definitely thinking, How did this man disperse magic? Why did my gravity spells collapse? "
"You're wondering if I have any cards left. After all, you're the Qliphoth's underworld ruler. But now you're about to lose to a control devil who only recently learned how to cast… and a human—me—who disperses every spell in the area just by existing."
Kang Woo's tone turned sinister. "So tell me—if you lose here, and die… who's going to take your throne? Beelzebub? Astaroth?"
Lucifero snarled. "Half of my strength lies in the underworld! If I were at full power, I would completely crush you beneath my—"
Boom. A Hellblaze Bomb detonated mid-sentence, cutting him off. Smoke curled.
Kang Woo's eyes dimmed—he had deactivated the anti-magic suppression embedded within them.
"Let's get this over with," Kang Woo said coldly. "I have a next round against Dis today."
Lucifero twitched, rage building. Through the half-manifestation still anchored in the underworld, he thought, I can force command over all demons—low to high-ranking—to surrender their mana. I will claim the full power of the Qliphoth Underworld.
His voice dropped into a guttural chant.
"Ivolth… haresh talora… merevisth klezaloth… darziel varashin… anovar elith… ves'gravorith anekoth…"
The sky cracked. Grey bled into white.
From the fractured clouds above, it emerged—a massive, gnarled tree. Its roots writhed like tentacles, its trunk pulsing with a dark glow. Symbols crawled over its bark, mutating like parasites. The Qliphoth Tree had descended. ( Img here )
Lucifero spread his arms wide. "Behold… the manifestation of my will. The embodiment of the king of devils—Qliphoth's Descent."
Instantly, the battlefield twisted into a warped landscape. Everything became underworld. Air became crushing. The weight of death bore down. Any lifeform—beast, fiend, or man—knew instinctively: one wrong move, and they'd be smashed like strawberries.
But all that overwhelming gravity... focused entirely on Kang Woo and Makima.
And yet—nothing happened. Makima blinked. She was fine.
Kang Woo stood, unfazed. His demonic energy blanketed them both, so dense and absolute that Lucifero's fury couldn't pierce it.
Lucifero's eyes twitched again, veins bulging.
Kang Woo casually glanced up at the tree. " You should've said 'Domain Expansion'. Maybe we'd attract a few more cross-dimensional audiences. Damn, I just saw Gojo Satoru pull that trick in his world."
Makima, sitting next to him, gave him a tired side-eye. "Will your narcissistic personality ever change?"
Kang Woo smirked. "Probably not."
Makima shook her head. "Forget the cinema. After this? We need therapy. And I'll be the very patient therapist."
Lucifero stepped forward, arms wide as Qliphoth energy surged around him. His horns regrew. His severed limbs mended. Power crawled up his form like molten tar. "The deepest of the Qliphoth Underworld are now at my command," he bellowed. "Their unique magic and centuries of mana flow through me! I will obliterate you and your companion until not even your souls remain to scream!"
Lucifero raised both hands high, declaring with primal force, "Fall to a Pitch Gravity Underworl—"
"Fall to a Pitch Gravity Underworld." Kang Woo said it at the same time.
Lucifero froze. His lips stayed open. But the spell had not cast. An unexplainable pressure filled him from inevitability. The same feeling as watching a guillotine drop… while knowing it had your name carved into the blade.
Kang Woo stepped forward. His smile sharp. Cold. Timeless. "Didn't I already ask you?". "You sure you've played all your cards? You still think you've got some final trump ready to flip this battle?"
He tilted his head, condescending. "Let me ruin the ending for you."
Kang Woo's pupils split in two—The Almighty activated. The world paused. Every outcome collapsed. Every possibility Lucifero imagined flickered, then died.
Kang Woo raised one hand. His voice deepened—unnatural, final. "What reflects in my eyes now , will be rendered useless and powerless."
Lucifero panicked. Desperation cracked across his twisted face. "Gravity Magic: Calamity Singularity!"
A black orb the size of a moon formed in his palm, swirling with gravitational death. He soared toward Kang Woo like a collapsing star.
But Kang Woo didn't flinch. He spoke again, voice rising to the level of gods. "You still think I'm just a ordinary human?"
He stepped forward, his aura distorting reality. "My name is Anos Voldigoad… …the one who shall take everything from you."
The declaration echoed The very earth . Future causality fractured. All possibilities bent. And then—
Lucifero's body shattered. The moon-sized black hole disappeared in a blink. The Qliphoth domain dissolved like vapor. His form split apart, broken by fate itself.
Kang Woo stood still. In his hand, Lucifero's heart pulsed once—then stopped.
Behind him, the sky cleared. And Tokyo, once ruined, returned to perfect order. As if nothing had ever happened.
Kang Woo blinked. His eyes returned to normal. He exhaled once, quietly. Still not perfect… But good enough for a show.
Makima stepped closer, teasing as always. "Anos Voldigoad. Is that the name the Fox Devil almost said before you got angry? I'm fine with Anos. It's a lot cooler than Kang Woo anyway."
Kang Woo leaned in, his breath brushing against her ear. "Don't spread that name," he whispered. "I'm not interested in being a celebrity in your devil kind…."
The four members of Makima's special division—Aki, Himeno, Denji, and Power—stood speechless. None of them had heard the name Kang Woo whispered, but all of them felt it. Whatever had just happened on this battlefield was beyond anything they could understand. And the gap between them and Kang Woo... it had grown into a chasm.
Power blinked, mouth half-open. "...Huh?"
Aki exhaled sharply, jaw clenched. "No point asking. We wouldn't get it even if he explained."
And then—a car pulled up beside them. It screeched slightly, dust kicking up from its tires before it halted beside Kang Woo. The passenger door swung open.
Kishibe stepped out, lighting a cigarette, as casual as if this was just another Tuesday. "Yo. Just in time, huh?"
Kang Woo glanced at him. "Ah, Kishibe. Good timing. There's something I need you to do."
Kishibe raised an eyebrow. "I think you owe me something first."
Kang Woo tilted his head. "An explanation about what the fuck just happened?"
Kishibe puffed smoke from his nose. "No. Not that. There's someone who kept bugging me the entire drive."
He gestured toward the back seat. The door swung open. "Kang Wooooo!"
Kobeni exploded out of the car, sprinting straight at him. She nearly tripped on her own feet but caught herself, eyes wide and wet with panic.
"Please don't leave me again! And don't die! Without you I'll go back to being the timid, cowardly mess I used to be!"
She slammed into Kang Woo—hard. Accidentally tackled him to the ground and buried her face into his chest, her tears soaking into the front of his coat.
"Ugh," Kang Woo grunted with a faint smirk as his back hit the pavement.
Kobeni didn't move, just kept sobbing into him. "I'm grateful… that you came back for us."
Kang Woo stayed silent for a moment. Then his hand rose and gently ruffled her hair. After a pause, he sat up with her still clinging, then slowly stood.
He turned toward the waiting man nearby. "Kishibe."
Kishibe lit another cigarette, deadpan. "Hm?"
kang woo said "I need you to evacuate every citizen of Tokyo. Get them underground. Think of it like a tsunami about to hit the coast."
Kishibe squinted, unimpressed. "You're telling me this—now? After all the devil shit we just handled? You better be kidding."
"I'm not. Japan will be safe," Kang Woo said calmly, brushing dust off his sleeves. "But if you don't act fast, I won't be responsible for what happens next. Some people might go insane. Or much fucking worse."
Kishibe's eye narrowed. "Worse than what Makima and you just dealt with?"
Kang Woo nodded once. His tone dipped lower. "A being is about to descend. Something so horrifying… it makes Lucifero look like a Saturday morning cartoon. like the deep old ones from horror comics. You'll want your people not to see it."
Kishibe stared at him. Then dropped his cigarette and crushed it under his heel. "…Understood. But after this, you owe me more than just an explanation."
Kang Woo leaned toward Kobeni, whispering, "You need to go with Kishibe. I promise—I'll return."
Kobeni climbed into the car, hugging her knees to her chest as the door closed. Then peeked out the window, cheeks red, voice shaky. "Y-you better, Kang Woo…! If not… I-I'll—I'll quit being your cook! So there!" She huffed, then immediately shrank back. "I-I mean… maybe…"
Aki stepped forward. "Kang Woo. What exactly are you dealing with? We've had Gun Devil threats before, but never an evacuation drill this severe."
Kang Woo exhaled, his tone casual—almost playful. "The Gun Devil incident was instant. Bullets flying everywhere. A million people dead across the world… in minutes. This? Might be worst than that."
Aki narrowed his eyes. "You better stop lying. Ever since you arrived, alien things that shouldn't exist have started showing up—and they're all centered around you."
Kang Woo's expression darkened. "You want the truth?" Fine. You want to stay and see it for yourself? Go ahead. But when Big Red—Dis himself shows up—. You'll go . Deranged."
Aki opened his mouth, but Himeno grabbed his shoulder gently. "Come on, Aki. Let Kang Woo be Kang Woo," she said, teasing but firm. "Besides… you don't want to leave your future wife alone, right? If you go deranged, who's gonna feed me?"
Aki sighed. He glanced once more at Kang Woo, then walked to Kishibe's car with Himeno.
"You owe me a lot of things," he muttered. "And I expect an explanation even I can understand."
Kang Woo chuckled. "If you can bargain with me, that is."
Denji and Power walked over next. Power huffed.
"Denji, I want karaage." Power said
denji said "There's no restaurant, dumbass."
"Then find one!" power said
They shoved each other all the way to the car.
Kishibe looked at the group cramming into the vehicle. "Tch. My car's not built for hauling all my idiot students."
Then he turned back to Kang Woo. His eyes narrowed. " You seem a bit too excited about what's coming. Or maybe… not confident at all."
Kang Woo's voice dropped. His tone turned cruel. "I'll make it simple for you, Kishibe. If I die today—really die—then yeah, maybe I'll wait another millennium to crawl my way back. But You'll have The Red King as your ruler. And if that bastard gets free… you'll wish age of devils was still running the show."
Kishibe turned, heading to the car without a word.
But Kang Woo raised an eyebrow, . "Color me surprised, Kishibe. You're not asking as many questions this time. Did your moral compass snap a little?"
Kishibe paused at the door, cast one deadpan glance back over his shoulder. "Does this ruined Tokyo—completely rebuilt in a blink—look normal to you?" he muttered. "I'm leaving. So I can get drunk somewhere safe."
He climbed in and slammed the door. The engine rumbled.
Just as the car started to roll, the side window smashed—
Power's face burst through, eyes wide. "I CAN'T BREATHE, TOO CRAMPED!"
"SHUT UP!" Denji yelled, yanking her back in by her horns.
Aki added with an exhausted sigh, "You're not even sitting right, dumbass."
The car groaned and peeled off down the broken road—toward the last safe zone.