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Chainsaw Man - the manga series that has COMPLETELY CONSUMED MY SOUL! Tatsuki Fujimoto's masterpiece has me IRREPARABLY HOOKED, utterly OBSESSED, and totally LOSING MY MIND!
I mean, where do I even begin?! The characters?! OH, THE CHARACTERS! Denji, the lovable, naive, and relatable chainsaw devil hybrid, has me ROOTING FOR HIM LIKE A MANIAC! His journey from a poverty-stricken devil hunter to a powerful, chainsaw-wielding hero is a ROLLERCOASTER OF EMOTIONS THAT I'M THRILLED TO BE ON!
And then, of course, there's MAKIMA - the ENIGMATIC, INTIMIDATING, and DOWNRIGHT FASCINATING leader of the Public Safety Division! Her mysterious past and motives have me THEORIZING LIKE A MADMAN, trying to unravel the SECRETS BEHIND HER PIERCING GAZE AND DEVILISH SMILE! And don't even get me started on POWER, the ADORABLE AND DEADLY DEVIL with a penchant for VIOLENCE and a heart of GOLD! I mean, who wouldn't FALL HEAD OVER HEELS IN LOVE WITH A CHARACTER WHO'S EQUAL PARTS CUTE AND TERRIFYING?!
But wait, there's more! AKI, the STOIC AND BROODING DEVIL HUNTER, has a DEPTH THAT'S SLOWLY REVEALED THROUGHOUT THE SERIES, LIKE A DELICIOUSLY SLOW-BURNING FIRE THAT'S GOT ME HOOKED! And let's not forget about HIMENO, the SWEET AND GENTLE DEVIL HUNTER who's got a HIDDEN STREAK OF STEEL! The characters' interactions, relationships, and backstories are EXPERTLY WOVEN, making them feel like REAL PEOPLE (OR DEVILS, IN THIS CASE!) that I'VE GROWN TO LOVE AND CARE FOR LIKE FAMILY!
Now, the writing?! Tatsuki Fujimoto's storytelling is a MASTERCLASS IN PACING, TENSION, AND EMOTIONAL RESONANCE! Each chapter is METICULOUSLY CRAFTED TO KEEP ME ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT, whether it's a HEART-PUMPING ACTION SEQUENCE or a POIGNANT CHARACTER MOMENT! The world-building is RICH AND IMMERSIVE, with a UNIQUE BLEND OF DARK FANTASY AND SCIENCE FICTION ELEMENTS that's got me FULLY INVESTED! The themes of MORALITY, POWER, and the HUMAN CONDITION are THOUGHT-PROVOKING and TIMELY, leaving me PONDERING THE DEPTHS OF HUMAN NATURE LONG AFTER I FINISH READING!
And the artwork?! ABSOLUTELY STUNNING! Fujimoto's illustrations are VISCERAL, DETAILED, and UNAPOLOGETIC, perfectly capturing the series' BRUTAL and UNSETTLING ATMOSPHERE! The character designs are ICONIC, and the action scenes are CHOREOGRAPHED WITH PRECISION AND FLAIR! I mean, who needs COCK WHEN YOU'VE GOT CHAINSAW MAN'S ADRENALINE-FUELED ARTWORK TO GET YOUR HEART RACING?!
Chainsaw Man has become an ALL-CONSUMING OBSESSION for me because it's a PERFECT STORM OF COMPELLING CHARACTERS, GRIPPING STORYTELLING, AND UNAPOLOGETIC CREATIVITY! It's a series that's NOT AFRAID TO PUSH BOUNDARIES, CHALLENGE ITS READERS, and EXPLORE THE DARKER ASPECTS OF HUMAN NATURE! I mean, who needs THERAPY WHEN YOU'VE GOT CHAINSAW MAN TO WORK THROUGH YOUR EMOTIONS?! I JUST LOVE CHAINSAW MAN SO MUCH, IT GETS ME SO ERECT I WISH I COULD CHAINSAW DENJI
Disclaimer: I do not speak Korean. This is purely translated by machine with a lot of cleanup afterward. With that in mind, I am open to criticism to improve these translations. Enjoy!
Chapter 413
Whoosh, boom!
The ground shattered as a gigantic greatsword plunged down. Wu Hei-Xing, quick as lightning, narrowly escaped, missing the blade by mere inches.
Thwack!
The sword pierced under the ogre's jaw, emerging triumphantly through the top of its head — a clean, decisive strike.
Wu Hei-Xing, extracting his sword from the creature, used the falling body as a springboard to launch himself into the fray among other monsters.
His blade danced through the air, leaving behind a tapestry of shimmering lines.
'Sword of Twelve Crimson Threads.' [Note: direct translation - Twelve Blood Net Sword.]
While the Cultural Revolution from 1966 to 1976 was decried by many as a catastrophic injustice, for others, like Wu Hei-Xing’s family, it presented a golden opportunity. [Note: The Cultural Revolution in China, initiated by Mao Zedong, aimed to preserve Chinese Communism by purging remnants of capitalist and traditional elements from Chinese society. This extensive purge targeted a broad range of cultural, social, and economic features including old customs, culture, habits, and ideas. It led to the destruction of historical artifacts, temples, and texts, as well as the persecution of intellectuals, and the suppression of traditional practices and ceremonies.]
His grandfather, once a close ally of Mao Zedong, used this turbulent period to amass a fortune, leveraging his son's position in the Red Guard to acquire priceless cultural relics and texts.
Among these treasures was the Sword of Twelve Crimson Threads, an ancient text detailing a formidable sword technique.
Shhhsh!
Wu Hei-Xing unleashed the technique — a net of twelve crimson strands that spanned ten meters in every direction.
The net, pulsating with a red glow, cleaved through skin, muscle, and bone, rendering dozens of high-ranking monsters into pieces.
Such prowess was befitting of an S-rank Hunter. Thrilled by his dominance, Wu Hei-Xing bellowed:
「What is the Red Guard Gang doing! Wipe them all out, you bastards!」
「Yes!」
The battle cry, imbued with potent mana, reverberated across the battlefield.
Three hundred elite hunters, groomed and trained by Wu Hei-Xing’s family as personal soldiers, surged forward. They attacked relentlessly, driven by fierce loyalty and training.
Shhhsh! Crack!
Squish! Screech!
- Crunch, gurgle!
「Arrrgh!」
The battlefield was a cacophony of human screams and monstrous howls, punctuated by the gruesome sounds of carnage.
Though the remaining Red Guard Gang's hunters were formidable, the elite monsters at the rear were equally daunting.
And the monsters emerged from the dense fog in overwhelming numbers.
However…
「How dare these filthy, foul-smelling bastards!」
Puff, puff, puff!
The presence of Wu Hei-Xing, an S-rank Hunter, was a force mighty enough to sway the tide of this brutal clash.
Despite often being criticized for his reckless behavior and mercurial personality, Wu Hei-Xing was undeniably a product of both privilege and innate talent.
His experiences on the frontlines, immersed in relentless combat and near-constant peril, had honed his abilities far beyond their initial limits.
'I can do it! I am Wu Hei-Xing!'
With a newfound zeal, Wu Hei-Xing brandished his sword with unyielding fervor.
He faced an overwhelming legion of tens of thousands of monsters. Despite initial fears, he had grown immensely, adapting to the ruthless demands of war.
Whenever wounds or fatigue threatened him, he would down costly potions like mere water and strategically use the hunters of the Red Guard Gang as his shields.
Now, no creature could withstand the devastating sweeps of his crimson Aura Blade. [Note: a quick reminder - Aura Blade is the real-world equivalent of Sword Aura.]
'I'll make sure no one can ignore me ever again. Lei Fei... The bangzi bastard... No one!'
Wu Hei-Xing's jaw clenched as bitter memories surged, fueling his rage.
Swoosh! Thud!
A lance, hurled with stunning velocity, impaled several hunters and embedded itself deep into the earth.
It was a 3-meter-long assault lance he had rarely seen before.
Wu Hei-Xing snapped his head towards the source, his eyes widening in alarm.
「Death Knight!」
Thud, thud, thud, thud!
It was a Death Knight, striding across the battlefield atop a skeletal horse. And not just one, but two.
The second Death Knight poised its lance aloft while mounted.
「Everyone, be careful......!」
Swoosh! Bang!
His warning was cut short as the second lance tore through the air, brutally penetrating a group of hunters.
The finest armor was no match for the deadly force, scattering limbs and collapsing bodies.
As the Death Knights continued their relentless advance, the hunters of the Red Guard Gang stood petrified, witnessing the gruesome spectacle unfold.
- Dark. Vine.
A sinister, rasping voice filled the air, heralding a new horror.
Crack, crunch, crunch!
The earth fractured like a spiderweb, and from the fissures, black vines surged.
These vines, imbued with dark magic, writhed like serpents, snatching at human limbs and threading through armor gaps.
Shiririrk! Thud!
「Arghhh!」
「Dark magic! It's dark magic!」
「Don't panic! Cut the vines! Get out of range now!」
The battlefield echoed with screams and commands, resonating through the chaotic fray.
With a forceful yank, Wu Hei-Xing tore the encroaching black vines from the ground.
His teeth clenched not in sorrow for fallen comrades, but in grim realization of the unfolding catastrophe.
「Lich......!」
His suspicion was confirmed. High above the melee, a death mage astride a massive wyvern brandished a staff crafted from skulls and bones, directing it menacingly towards the earth.
- Dark. Fog. [Note: the direct translation here is 'confuse' so I changed it to something that sounds more like a technique.]
Swoosh!
A bone-chilling cry unleashed a shadowy miasma that enveloped the hunters.
Those entangled in the black vines suffered hallucinations both visual and auditory, turning them into helpless targets for the circling monsters.
- Squeal!
- Roar!
Crack! Crunch!
「Argh, ugh!」
「Save me!」
「Mother! You mustn’t die. Mother!」
Desperate cries pierced the air as some hunters succumbed to the illusions, their voices fading into silence.
Yet, amidst the chaos, some with strong mental fortitutde managed to shake off the bewitchment.
「You must go!」
「Young Master!」
Despite the cries of A-rank hunters surrounding him, Wu Hei-Xing's face was ashen like a blank sheet of paper.
A single, daunting question plagued him.
'How on earth do I handle this?'
Above was the menacing Lich and on the ground, two Death Knights advanced swiftly.
Could he retreat? If so, where and how should he retreat?
Alone, perhaps he could face the Death Knights, but with the Lich’s sorcery and the encircling horde of monsters, the situation was dire.
No strategy presented itself, no matter how desperately he pondered.
'What a damn mess...'
Clench.
His jaw clenched so tightly he felt his teeth might crack from the pressure.
Swoosh, bang!
The air burst with a compressed whoosh as a streak of light rocketed from the distant ground, slicing through the sky.
In the next instant, the headless wyvern began to falter and plummet earthward.
「This...」
Wu Hei-Xing murmured, his voice a mixture of awe and disbelief. Around him, everyone ceased their actions, eyes drawn skyward.
Before them, the wyvern's massive body and a cascade of black bones, once the formidable Lich, tumbled through the air.
「...This makes no sense.」
The Lich was dead, vanquished by a single, astonishing strike.
A blow that had pierced through layers of potent defensive spells to strike a target mid-air? Such precision and power were unheard of, even for an S-rank hunter.
Wu Hei-Xing had never witnessed an attack so swift and lethal.
Yet, for the one who delivered it, this seemed as effortless as drawing breath.
Not far from the fray, he stood, observing the chaos his action had wrought. After a moment, he remarked casually,
"It’s been a while since I threw a spear. It definitely doesn’t feel like it used to."
Behind him, a figure as solid as an iron tower responded with a rigid tone,
"You did well."
"Hmm. Not really. It seems I've become dull. A sign of aging, I guess."
"How could that be?"
Lee Jeong-Ryong chuckled lightly at the security team leader’s unemotional response.
"I saw a Death Knight."
Seok Go-Jun silently nodded.
"Yes. There were two of them."
"Do you think Wu Hei-Xing can handle it?"
"If you mean the Death Knights, he should be able to take them down without much trouble."
Seok Go-Jun's voice dropped to a whisper,
"As long as there are no monsters around."
"That sounds challenging right now."
"The influence of dark magic has disappeared, but the troop damage is significant, and there are too many monsters."
"Then we must struggle with all our might."
"It will be a very fierce and difficult fight."
"Well, then we must lend a hand."
"How about we continue to observe a bit longer?"
Lee Jeong-Ryong's eyes widened dramatically.
"Why?"
Having been mentored by Lee Jeong-Ryong since his youth, Seok Go-Jun understood that every interaction was potentially a lesson. He knew the response expected of him.
"Wouldn't people be more grateful in precarious situations?"
Lee Jeong-Ryong’s stern expression softened into a satisfied smile upon hearing his disciple’s insightful reply.
"Yes, exactly that."
"The Red Guard Gang has always been a thorn in our side."
"It’s funny, really. Those shouting about the people and communism, while forming a private army of hunters behind the scenes."
"But aren't the Princelings, which support the Red Guard Gang, not friendly towards us?" [Note: the Princelings are descendants of the revolutionary veterans and Chinese Communist Party elites who leverage their lineage for influence and promote business-friendly policies. Wu Hei-Xing's family is part of this group.]
"That's why the Red Guard Gang needs to be eliminated. We've always sat in the shade to avoid the sunlight, but if the tree is uprooted, what are we to do?"
"We'll have to find another tree or buy a parasol."
"We will become the new tree. That should open up more opportunities."
Seok Go-Jun nodded in agreement before voicing another query that had been troubling him.
"May I ask one more thing?"
"Speak."
"Is Wu Hei-Xing’s involvement in this operation... related to Jin Tae-Kyung?"
This question had lingered in Seok Go-Jun’s mind, puzzling him.
Despite Wu Hei-Xing’s status as an S-rank hunter, his inclusion seemed uncharacteristic.
'He is a formidable opponent. Even if Master is using Wu Hei-Xing, what use could he have?'
It was often like this.
Just when Seok Go-Jun felt he had a grasp on his master's strategies, new layers would unfold, eluding full comprehension.
And at such moments, Lee Jeong-Ryong would sport that enigmatic smile.
As he did now.
"Team Leader Seok."
The atmosphere shifted; Seok Go-Jun instantly resumed his formal role as the security team leader of the Ares Guild, bowed respectfully.
"Yes, Vice Guild Leader."
"It seems like it’s time for you to step in. What do you think?"
Raising his gaze, Seok Go-Jun peered over Lee Jeong-Ryong's shoulder, assessing the chaotic battlefield below.
The Red Guard Gang’s elite, though carefully chosen, were faltering against the monster onslaught. Wu Hei-Xing had just managed to defeat one of the two Death Knights.
"I will go now."
"Take care not to get hurt."
Seok Go-Jun nodded briefly in acknowledgment, then led the assembled Ares Guild members toward the battlefield.
As they advanced towards the monsters, they remained silent, yet a palpable momentum radiated from them, overwhelming and dominating the field.
Crunch! Screech!
Lee Jeong-Ryong watched with a hint of satisfaction as one flank of the monster legion crumbled instantly under their charge. Just then, a scent of blood wafted to him on the wind.
The breeze from the west was not just carrying the tang of battle; it was a harbinger for the arrival of someone Lee Jeong-Ryong had been eagerly awaiting.
"Right on time."
Lee Jeong-Ryong murmured, his eyes scanning the distant horizon.
Heightening his senses with Qi, distant shouts reached his ears.
- Damn it, kill them all! And that guy who keeps shouting 'eh', do it one more time and I'll consider you a monster! Got it?
A soft chuckle escaped Lee Jeong-Ryong as he extended his hand toward the tumult.
Then he clenched his fist, directing it towards Jin Tae-Kyung, who was somewhere amidst the chaos.
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I recently picked up a “craftsman multi yard tool” (CMXGTAMD25SC) set off Facebook because the person used it for 2 years but couldn’t get it to start this year. I’ve been playing around with it and I’ve confirmed it has spark, it seems to have fuel but I’m not sure if the small screen in the carb is clogged, not sure what else. I’ve watched a couple videos and have a new Amazon carb coming on Monday. There was a gasket on placed on the wrong side of the carb when I took it apart so I don’t know what else the previous owner did. Does anyone know how many turns the carb adjustment screws get or how many turns on the idle adjustment screw?
I was going to check the spark arrester screen but unsure what else it could be
Ok guys, I’m back. I’ll type out my whole story and hopefully someone more knowledgeable could have some insight because I’m losing it. I’ll start from the beginning.
Originally got the JF19 needle and shaved the spacer down to get by that lip in the carb so it could sit flush, also set the fuel mixture screw to 2 turns out. get it back together and it’s been running good. BTW clip is on 4th one down at this point.
A few people advised me I should not have shaved down the white spacer so I ordered an OEM one and installed that yesterday. At the same time I ran out of fuel in the garage. Ride it up on reserve and fill up with non ethanol (same I’ve been using).
Fill it up and go for a ride, starts running really bad and dies at a stop sign. Manage to get it going enough to get home. Check it out and under the seat the vent line that has the little filter was kinked and the filter was off. Get it back together and it runs well enough. Ride it around and get it home.
Now today is basically runs like complete shit. Dies out idling. Dies when I give it gas. Took it apart and put the needle clip on the third slot but that obviously did nothing.
If you read all this thank you. ANY ADVICE APPRECIATED!!
Could it possibly be bad fuel? Dirty carb from filter popping off? Out of ideas