Denji isn’t just stupid—he’s a walking miscarriage of morality who shouldn’t even exist. Every single neuron in his pea-sized, maggot-infested brain is dedicated to the single-minded pursuit of instant gratification, no matter the cost. A toddler has more self-control than this absolute fucking degenerate - he let Nayuta die so he could go fuck whores instead.

The one person in his life who actually depends on him, the only shred of genuine connection he has left, and this miserable, piss-stained excuse for a human tossed her aside like garbage because his pathetic, dog-brained instincts couldn’t handle a dry spell for five minutes. Denji is not a tragic character—he is a failure on every possible level. He has learned nothing, he has NEVER grown, and at this point, calling him a human being is an insult to actual humans like Hirofumi Yoshida.

And what makes it even worse? He doesn’t care. There’s no soul-crushing guilt, no introspection, nothing. Just him wallowing in his own filth, chasing after whatever fleeting dopamine hit will momentarily distract him from the fact that he is, fundamentally, a waste of oxygen. There are cockroaches with more of a sense of responsibility than this guy. If you gave a literal tapeworm the ability to talk, it would still have more empathy and self-awareness than Denji.

This revolting, fungus-infested waste of skin has no morals, no integrity, and not even the most basic concept of what it means to be a decent human being. He is the villain of his own story, and only brings misery to himself and everyone around him. Denji deserves every single ounce of suffering that comes his way. When he finally meets his inevitable, gruesome end, it won’t be a tragedy. It won’t be sad. It will be justice.

When you abandon the one person who actually needed you, just so you could chase your own pathetic, brainless urges, you are not a victim. You are not misunderstood. You are beyond redemption.