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Their blank eyes fix on a single point: a figure standing on the edge of a low apartment building, silhouetted against the orange glow of the burning city. It's Denji. He's just standing there in his soot-stained school uniform. The pull-cord dangles from his sternum. And from his forehead, a single, vicious chainsaw blade idles with a low, guttural thrum. His face is a blank slate, wiped clean of emotion. He looks tired. \"YES!\" Barem bellows, his voice cracking with ecstatic triumph. He throws his arms wide, a messianic preacher addressing his flock. \"BEHOLD! THE MOMENT OF YOUR TRUE SALVATION! I HAVE FREED HIM FROM HIS MORTAL COIL! I HAVE BROUGHT FORTH OUR GOD! THE TRUE! CHAINSAW! MAN!\" Denji hops off the roof. He doesn't land gracefully. He hits the pavement with a heavy, graceless thud, his knees buckling slightly. The sea of bodies parts for him, a silent, reverent corridor forming between him and Barem. He starts walking. Not running. Just a steady, deliberate pace, his eyes locked on Barem. The fanatics don't cheer. They don't attack. They just watch, their heads tracking his movement. A few reach out, their fingers brushing his torn shirt, but he doesn't react. He is an anchor of purpose in an ocean of madness. \"Don't you see the glory of it?\" Barem continues, his voice ringing with zealous conviction. \"This pathetic life was a prison! A cage of…","summary_source":"graph_aggregator","summary_status":"generated","summary_verification":"unverified"},"summary":"The sound isn't a roar. It's a sharp, mechanical cough. \\*RRRRRRIP.\\* Barem’s head snaps up. The desperate fury on his face melts away, replaced by a slow, spreading beatific grin. The flames from his arms sputter and die, plunging the street into a sudden, eerie quiet, broken only by the wet shuffling of the mob. He heard it. He got what he wanted. \"He's here,\" Yoru's voice is a flat line in Asa's mind. A statement of fact. Asa scans the rooftops, her heart hammering against her ribs. \"Where?\" The shuffling stops. In unison, like a field of sunflowers turning to a new sun, the entire mindless horde of fanatics turns. Their blank eyes fix on a single point: a figure standing on the edge of a low apartment building, silhouetted against the orange glow of the burning city. It's Denji. He's just standing there in his soot-stained school uniform. The pull-cord dangles from his sternum. And from his forehead, a single, vicious chainsaw blade idles with a low, guttural thrum. His face is a blank slate, wiped clean of emotion. He looks tired. \"YES!\" Barem bellows, his voice cracking with ecstatic triumph. He throws his arms wide, a messianic preacher addressing his flock. \"BEHOLD! THE MOMENT OF YOUR TRUE SALVATION! I HAVE FREED HIM FROM HIS MORTAL COIL! I HAVE BROUGHT FORTH OUR GOD! THE TRUE! CHAINSAW! MAN!\" Denji hops off the roof. He doesn't land gracefully. He hits the pavement with a heavy, graceless thud, his knees buckling slightly. The sea of bodies parts for him, a silent, reverent corridor forming between him and Barem. He starts walking. Not running. Just a steady, deliberate pace, his eyes locked on Barem. The fanatics don't cheer. They don't attack. They just watch, their heads tracking his movement. A few reach out, their fingers brushing his torn shirt, but he doesn't react. He is an anchor of purpose in an ocean of madness. \"Don't you see the glory of it?\" Barem continues, his voice ringing with zealous conviction. \"This pathetic life was a prison! A cage of…","key_events":[],"characters_involved":[],"transcript":{"available":false,"reason":"Hardsub chapter — image-only","endpoint":null},"spoiler":{"level":"auto","safe_teaser":"The sound isn't a roar.","spoiler_summary":"The sound isn't a roar. It's a sharp, mechanical cough. \\*RRRRRRIP.\\* Barem’s head snaps up. The desperate fury on his face melts away, replaced by a slow, spreading beatific grin. The flames from his arms sputter and die, plunging the street into a sudden, eerie quiet, broken only by the wet shuffling of the mob. He heard it. He got what he wanted. \"He's here,\" Yoru's voice is a flat line in Asa's mind. A statement of fact. Asa scans the rooftops, her heart hammering against her ribs. \"Where?\" The shuffling stops. In unison, like a field of sunflowers turning to a new sun, the entire mindless horde of fanatics turns. Their blank eyes fix on a single point: a figure standing on the edge of a low apartment building, silhouetted against the orange glow of the burning city. It's Denji. He's just standing there in his soot-stained school uniform. The pull-cord dangles from his sternum. And from his forehead, a single, vicious chainsaw blade idles with a low, guttural thrum. His face is a blank slate, wiped clean of emotion. He looks tired. \"YES!\" Barem bellows, his voice cracking with ecstatic triumph. He throws his arms wide, a messianic preacher addressing his flock. \"BEHOLD! THE MOMENT OF YOUR TRUE SALVATION! I HAVE FREED HIM FROM HIS MORTAL COIL! I HAVE BROUGHT FORTH OUR GOD! THE TRUE! CHAINSAW! MAN!\" Denji hops off the roof. He doesn't land gracefully. He hits the pavement with a heavy, graceless thud, his knees buckling slightly. The sea of bodies parts for him, a silent, reverent corridor forming between him and Barem. He starts walking. Not running. Just a steady, deliberate pace, his eyes locked on Barem. The fanatics don't cheer. They don't attack. They just watch, their heads tracking his movement. A few reach out, their fingers brushing his torn shirt, but he doesn't react. He is an anchor of purpose in an ocean of madness. \"Don't you see the glory of it?\" Barem continues, his voice ringing with zealous conviction. \"This pathetic life was a prison! 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