Player 10,000 Year Later (Chainsaw Man / The Boys) Multiverse later

As Kang Woo, Makima, and Kobeni ascended into the atmosphere, their eyes locked onto the massive war fleets of the Thousand Sons.

Or at least, what should have been fleets.

Before, there had been many. Now, there was only one ship left.

A single Despoiler-class Battleship drifted in the void.

Kang Woo activated his Authority of Stealth, merging it with darkness to cloak their presence as they approached. Breathing was never an issue for him—he could exist anywhere without concern—but Makima, Kobeni, and the rest of the Mad Tea Party couldn't.

Thin layers of darkness wrapped around them, supplying just enough oxygen to keep them alive.

Kang Woo's gaze sharpened.

A Despoiler-class Battleship alone in space…

His Almighty should have shown him what happened. But right now? Blank.

His vision of the future was completely disrupted.

Did the warp interfere with my Almighty? Before, there were countless warships. Where the fuck did they go? Was it a sudden warp jump?

His irritation grew as he moved forward.

Descending into the battleship's hangar, Kang Woo took the lead. Makima and Kobeni followed, and the rest of the Mad Tea Party moved in silence behind them.

But something was wrong. The ship wasn't empty.

Bodies littered the ground. Chaos Space Marines—dead.

Some had been ripped apart. Others had gunfire wounds covering their armor. The entire hangar reeked of blood and war.

It was a slaughterhouse.

Kang Woo narrowed his eyes, his mind working rapidly.

The fuck? They're killing each other?

Before he could process it further,

Himeno—being Himeno—opened her mouth.

"Sounds like a zombie just—"

She immediately shut up when she noticed everyone in the group staring at her with silent, deadpan expressions.

Aki slowly lifted a finger to his lips.

Himeno clamped a hand over her mouth, realizing her mistake too late.

The moment her voice slipped out, the corpses reacted.

The dead Chaos Space Marines twitched unnaturally, their armored bodies convulsing as something spread through them. Flesh beneath their plating bubbled and blackened, pustules forming across their exposed skin.

In mere seconds, they mutated.

Plague Marines.

At the same time, the fallen heretics near the gate began to stir. Their rotting forms twisted as they rose like shambling corpses, their hollow, lifeless eyes now filled with a sickly green glow.

Plague Zombies.

Yet, despite their revival, none of them turned toward Kang Woo and his group.

They didn't even seem to notice them.

Kang Woo's Authority of Stealth was absolute.

To the zombies, to the Plague Marines—the Mad Tea Party simply did not exist.

Makima quickly realized this.

Kang Woo's power… it's making us completely undetectable.

They were invisible—not just in the physical sense but erased from all perception. It was as if they weren't even in this world.

But she could tell. The zombies weren't blind.

They were sensitive to sound.

Makima didn't shift her expression, but her voice slipped into Kang Woo's mind through telepathy.

Kang Woo… how many of these abominations are in this ship?

Kang Woo didn't speak.

Instead, he raised a single hand and made a sharp, silent gesture.

100,000.

The atmosphere shifted.

Aki's grip on his weapon tightened. Himeno's fingers curled slightly. Reze's breath grew quieter. Yuko and Asa tensed. Quanxi narrowed her eyes. Kishibe exhaled slowly, keeping his expression unreadable.

Even Quanxi's devil fiends—Long, Pingsti, Tsugihagi, and Cosmo—exchanged wary glances.

Then—Kang Woo raised his hand again.

Another silent signal.

After I clean most of these zombies in the hangar…

His crimson pupils flickered as his gaze swept over Reze, Aki, Himeno, Yuko, Asa, Kishibe, Quanxi, and her devil fiends.

Do you want me to transport you back to Tokyo?

His eyes sharpened.

Because I didn't expect there to be three problems now.

Kang Woo's gaze swept across the group, waiting.

Kishibe, standing at the front as the unspoken representative, made a hand signal.

We stay. And we figure out why this shit exists.

Kang Woo raised an eyebrow.

Makima, standing beside him, simply smirked—her yellow-ringed eyes glinting with a silent, amused smugness. There's your answer.

Kang Woo exhaled, rolling his shoulders. His fingers flexed, and in an instant, darkness surged over his hands.

Darkness Manipulation. Ten Shadows Skill.

And lastly…

Magic he didn't like using. Ark Magic which is Holy magic.

Ugh. Tastes like shit. But it was necessary.

His Almighty had already warned him—he couldn't afford to alert Nurgle.

Right now, there were already 1 Chaos Gods Involved . If he wasn't careful… he'd have a second .

His crimson pupils gleamed as his body vanished.

Kang Woo moved.

Not with overwhelming force. Not with raw destruction.

But with precision. He became a shadow among corpses, his steps soundless, his presence nonexistent.

The first Plague Marine didn't even realize what happened.

A single flick of Kang Woo's wrist—head gone.

The second turned slightly, reacting to the faintest whisper of movement.

Too late. His entire upper body twisted unnaturally before being torn apart without a sound.

Then—Kang Woo accelerated. His hands, coated in darkness, flickered like a storm through the battlefield.

One by one. The undead fell.

Their heads snapped, their bodies crushed silently, their existence erased before they could so much as groan.

A Plague Zombie twitched—but Kang Woo's fingers pierced through its skull before it could even make a sound.

A Marine reached for his bolter—but his arm was severed at the joint before his rotting fingers could tighten around the trigger.

Faster. Faster. Five minutes passed.

The hangar was silent. 9000 corpses in the hangar .

All problems gone. No alarms. No disturbances. No new problems.

Kang Woo stood in the center of the battlefield, his hands stained with fading remnants of holy energy. His body barely looked like it had moved.

He exhaled slowly, cracking his neck.

That was a pain in the ass.

Kang Woo snapped his fingers.

A silent pulse of darkness expanded outward, forming an invisible barrier around the Mad Tea Party group—Reze, Aki, Himeno, Yuko, Asa, Kishibe, Quanxi, and Quanxi's devil fiends.

Without speaking, Kang Woo made a sharp hand signal.

You can talk now.

The barrier would keep them safe—for now.

Then, another signal. if you want to explore outside, you can. But only in the hangar section.

His gaze sharpened. Under no circumstances do you venture deeper.

Because inside this ship… the real horror still lurked.

I only eliminated 9,000. , 91,000 are still there.

Kang Woo turned away, his steps already leading him toward the depths of the ship.

Makima followed without a word.

Kobeni hesitated for just a second, then skated silently after them, her ice forming a quiet, fleeting trail beneath her feet.

The three of them disappeared into the shadows—leaving the rest behind.

Aki and Himeno crouched beside the corpse of a Plague Space Marine, inspecting its grotesque, bloated form. The armor, once a symbol of power, was now warped—twisted with rot and unholy corruption.

Kishibe exhaled, flicking the ash from his cigarette. "Looks like the Zombie Devil's work."

Quanxi crossed her arms, her gaze drifting toward the eerie silence beyond the hangar. " Even now I don't trust Kang Woo," she muttered. "He knows something about this enemy. When he looked at the sky, at this ship … when that giant bullet killed one of Aki's friends—"

Aki cut her off. "That's Division 2's problem," he said flatly. "Kang Woo warned them. They didn't listen."

Then, his gaze hardened. "That being said, Senpai, please don't drag us into more trouble."

Himeno's lips pressed together in guilt. The one who triggered the zombies had been her.

Quanxi shifted, the tension in her stance clear. Then, without another word, she started walking toward the depths of the ship.

Kishibe's voice cut through the heavy air. "Where the hell do you think you're going?"

Quanxi didn't look back. "Do you really want to be spoon-fed information? Kang Woo—"

She stopped. Something pulled on her arm.

Pingtsi. One of her devil fiends. The small, quiet one.

Her grip was tight. "Miss Quanxi," Pingtsi murmured. "Please stay here."

Her voice was calm. But her eyes—they weren't looking at Quanxi.

They were locked ahead. At whatever was waiting deeper inside.

A danger that even she didn't want to face. And for a devil fiend like Pingtsi, that meant something was truly wrong.

Quanxi gently pried Pingtsi's hand off her arm and continued forward.

Kishibe watched her go, shaking his head. "She's gonna get herself killed."

He took a slow drag from his cigarette. Then, with a half-hearted chuckle, muttered, "And I'm still in love for her. Best of luck, Aki, Himeno. If we meet again… we'll share another drink."

Aki didn't respond. He just stood there, arms crossed, staring at Reze.

She was sitting on the cold metal floor, looking completely lost in thought.

Himeno approached, crouching beside her. "Reze, it's a bit overwhelming, huh? Kang Woo's adventures."

Reze exhaled slowly. "I was just a waitress at Futamichi Café. And now…"

She gestured toward the corpses around them—twisted, monstrous bodies littering the hangar.

She swallowed hard. "I found out Kang Woo's identity. He's famous in other worlds. And now, this…"

A wry smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

"Am I in a Star Wars movie?" She glanced at the bodies again. "But, like… a horror version?"

Before anyone could respond—

Asa suddenly cut in.

"The one who should be shocked is me!" she blurted out, arms flailing.

She pointed at Aki, at Himeno, at everything around her.

"What is Kang Woo?!" Her voice rose. "Is this a dream? Did I make this up?! Please, wake me up if this is a bad dream!"

She looked around frantically, as if hoping someone would slap her awake.

Aki glanced around, noting that Kishibe was no longer there. I guess sensei already went after Quanxi.

Himeno crossed her arms, sighing. "Aki, should we tell them? Yuko and Asa, I mean. About what Kang Woo really is?"

Aki exhaled, then stepped forward, looking directly at Yuko and Asa. His voice was low, firm.

"Listen up, you two." His gaze sharpened. "We'll tell you what he is. But once we go back to Tokyo—"

His voice dropped even lower.

"Not. A. Word. No lips moving. No whispers. No conversations about this. You both keep your mouths shut. Are we clear?"

Asa and Yuko swallowed hard and nodded immediately.

Aki watched them for a moment longer, then sighed. They're not ready for this… but then again, none of us in this room were.

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Meanwhile, deep within the Despoiler-class Battleship.

Kang woo field of blades extended across the cold metal floor—each one piercing straight through the chests of the plague-infested Space Marines. Their hulking, mutated bodies twitched slightly before falling completely limp.

He exhaled, lowering his arm.

Makima stood beside him, her Hellblaze still flickering around her fingers. The black flames devoured the remaining undead with eerie silence, reducing them to nothing but ash.

Behind them, Kobeni made precise movements with her hands, keeping the temperature stable. The cold mist swirling from her ice manipulation mixed with the lingering heat of Makima's flames, preventing the atmosphere from becoming overwhelming.

Kang Woo cracked his neck slightly.

Makima turned toward him. "Is this Tzeentch's doing, Kang Woo?"

Kang Woo shook his head. "No. It's Nurgle."

Kobeni hesitated. "Who's… Nurgle?"

Kang Woo's smirk didn't reach his eyes. "Another Chaos God."

Makima narrowed her yellow-ringed eyes slightly. So there are two of them. That's… helpful.

Kang Woo, sensing the unspoken question in her mind, answered before she could ask. "There are four Chaos Gods in total. most of them clash constantly—Tzeentch, the god of sorcery, and Nurgle—"

Makima finished for him. "Nurgle is plague and undeath."

"Yeah," Kang Woo nodded. "All Chaos Gods wield different powers, just like most devils. Even you. They each represent something, but their influence spreads across entire galaxies—unlike your local devils, or even the Primal Devils."

Makima's expression remained neutral, but her thoughts ran deeper. "I already knew our world would be doomed the moment these aliens invaded. I confirmed it when I spoke with the Ancient One."

Her gaze darkened slightly. "But something still disturbs me. Are they in the same universe as us, or not?"

Kang Woo fell silent. he didn't have an immediate answer. His hand moved swiftly, gripping Makima and Kobeni before pulling them into the shadows. He pressed a silent finger to his lips—a clear gesture to stay quiet.

Then—BOOM.

A section of the battleship's wall exploded inward.

Through the smoke and debris, a Helbrute Dreadnought of the Thousand Sons emerged, its grotesque, corrupted frame trembling with rage. Its mechanical body, twisted by the warp, was drenched in fresh blood—the remnants of the plague zombies it had just slaughtered.

"GRAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

Its distorted, tortured voice echoed through the halls as it continued to carve through the remaining plague-ridden corpses. The massive, corrupted walker tore through the wretched creatures with ruthless precision, its claws crushing skulls, its plasma cannon incinerating everything in sight.

But what it screamed next—

"FIND THE WHITE WOMANNNN! FIND THE WHITE WOMAAANNNN!"

Makima's eyes sharpened.

Kobeni barely suppressed a shiver.

The Helbrute, its insanity reaching its peak, fired its last plasma shot from its right arm. The energy blast seared through the last remaining zombies in its path—before its body suddenly jerked. The heavy, monstrous war machine staggered, its once-mighty form trembling from exhaustion. Its weapons lowered.

And then—it collapsed.

The Helbrute hit the ground with a deafening CRAANK, its war cries fading into a broken mechanical whirring.

It was spent. But its words lingered.

Makima exhaled slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. "…The White Woman."

The moment Makima whispered those words—just a whisper—the collapsed Helbrute twitched.

Then, with a sickening creak, its massive, warped frame lurched upright once more.

But it didn't target them. Instead, its plasma cannon hummed with renewed energy, its right arm charging up for a devastating blast aimed not at them—but at the exposed archive on the damaged wall.

"For Lord Mag—"

SHNK.

Before it could finish, Kang Woo was already behind it. His Holy Ark Blade gleamed for a split second, cutting through the Helbrute's corrupted metal like it was nothing.

A single, flawless slice.

The towering machine shuddered, its voice crackling with static before its body split apart, collapsing into a heap of molten metal and shattered plating.

Kang Woo flicked the remnants of glowing energy off his blade. "Thanks for your service."

Makima smirked. "At least let the poor machine say its final words, Kang Woo."

Kang Woo shrugged, . "Oh, I'm sure he's already joined with Tzeentch in the afterlife."

 Kang Woo stepped forward, his gaze locked onto the exposed archive room ahead. Makima followed without hesitation, her yellow-ringed eyes flickering with curiosity.

Behind them,

Kobeni hesitated before speaking. "Kang Woo… do you have a habit of stealing things?"

Makima smirked, teasingly tilting her head. "Stealing? No, no, Kobeni. Kang Woo has a habit of devouring things. That's why the Demonic Sea symbolizes him—it's an endless hunger, an eternal craving to swallow everything."

Kang Woo didn't even glance back. "Not this time," he said flatly.

He stepped inside, letting his fingers brush against the intricate runes embedded in the metallic walls. The archive was ancient, humming with knowledge—knowledge that belonged to Tzeentch.

"I don't want to devour this knowledge yet ," he continued. "Anything that belongs to a Chaos God… can be influenced."

Makima's smirk faded slightly. "Similar to your situation, right?"

She walked up beside him, watching his expression carefully. "Your own is longing to join back with you… though Gaia barely contained it."

Kang Woo's fingers stilled against the wall. His voice was unreadable.

"And the result? Gaia is dying from the inside out."

Kang Woo smirked, leaning against the cold metallic wall. "Take it from a pro like me—if you want to steal someone's power, make sure the owner is permanently dead or completelly powerless to counter it ."

Makima let out a small chuckle, her lips curving into a teasing smile. "Is that how you climbed the ranks in your early years? Cheating like that?"

Kang Woo didn't answer immediately. Instead, he ruffled her hair, his smirk widening. "My cute little Control Devil is starting to sound like a mini Demon King."

Makima's cheeks flushed slightly, but she quickly composed herself. "I prefer Demon Queen," she muttered under her breath.

Kang Woo turned away, his focus shifting as he moved deeper into the archive. The vast room stretched before them, filled with ancient texts, glowing runes, and relics humming with arcane energy. His eyes flickered over the scattered records, searching for what had brought the Thousand Sons to this snowy planet in the first place.

Behind him,

Makima hesitated. "Kang Woo… , I can read these, right?"

Kang Woo didn't stop his search, but he nodded. "As long as I'm close, I can block Tzeentch's influence from the books." Then, he shot her a warning glance. "But read them, alright? Don't try to control them. Forcing understanding through your power won't work here. This isn't some local god like Gaia, who only rules a single planet."

His voice lowered slightly. "This one has a reach that spans an entire galaxy."