The Daily Life of Ultimate Creatures in Tokyo

Area 20, underground.

This was an empty space, with unknown wildflowers blooming on the ground. But perhaps because it was underground, the fragrance of the flowers was mixed with the smell of decay.

In the middle of the flower bed, a broken black spear pierced the young man's left eye from the back of his head, nailing him to the ground.

The pain that could not be described in words continued to ravage Kaneki's nerves, causing him to recall that extremely painful memory once again.

"Seven hundred... fourteen... seven hundred... seven..."

With only one lifeless right eye left, Kaneki rolled his eyes and counted numbers almost instinctively and unconsciously.

“It hurts…it hurts so much…”

He didn't understand why he was in so much pain. He had endured torture a hundred, a thousand times worse than this.

In a trance, Kaneki seemed to see the revolving door of his life again.

My mother, my childhood self, Eiji, Rize, Touka, everyone in Anding District, Manjo, Tsukiyama, and...

Wait, that's not right...why?

Where's Bai Ge? Why can't I see Bai Ge?

As the question arose, the scene in front of Kaneki changed, and he once again came to the empty sky mirror.

No, that's not right, this time it's different.

The sky here is a mixture of black and white squares, just like the cage that once brought him endless pain.

And at his feet, there was an endless field of scarlet and enchanting red spider lilies in full bloom.

"Are you waiting for someone to rescue you again?"

A boy who looked no more than eight or nine years old appeared here at some point and asked Kaneki a question.

Kaneki looked up when he heard the voice and found that the boy was exactly the same as himself when he was younger.

"……maybe."

Kaneki slowly walked up to the boy, squatted down, and touched the child's head.

"I'm a coward. Although I've been pretending to be strong lately, I still hope someone can come and save me."

"You are also a figment of my imagination, right? Teacher Bai told me that this kind of hallucination is usually a sign of schizophrenia."

"When did it start?"

Kaneki muttered to himself as he caressed the boy's face.

Through the boy's big, bright black eyes, he once again saw his childhood.

“Ah… I see.”

This time, Kaneki finally recalled his childhood again.

Ever since my father left, my mother had lived in agony every day. Besides frantically doing manual labor to earn money, her only outlet for her emotions was to abuse her young self.

No wonder, no wonder I could endure the torture of the gecko, it turned out that I had already undergone "training" from my mother.

Maybe it was because the memories were too real or for some other reason, but Kaneki now felt as if every inch of his skin was being pierced back and forth by fine needles.

He remembered, finally remembered, that he had already started to have a split personality at that time.

No wonder my memories of the past are always so vague, and no wonder I feel inexplicably uncomfortable when I think of my mother's heart.

“It’s painful.”

The boy finally spoke again at this time.

Hearing this, Kaneki smiled softly and did not answer the question. Instead, he asked, "Rather than me, it's you who is in pain, right?"

"Is there any difference between you and me?" The boy blinked his big eyes in confusion.

"Of course." Kaneki nodded, and the gentle smile disappeared in an instant, replaced by extreme arrogance and teasing. The hand that was originally stroking the boy's face gradually became stronger.

"You represent the past, my weak past."

"How do you think I will treat you? Accept it or run away?"

Kaneki pinched the boy's face so hard that he could only make meaningless noises.

"I will neither accept nor escape. Throw away those meaningless things. Now you are a human, and I am a ghoul. Do you know what attitude ghouls have towards humans?"

The boy whose face was pinched showed a look of horror, as if he had already anticipated what this 'self' was going to do to him.

"Do not……"

Before the boy could even beg for mercy, Kaneki suddenly opened his mouth wide and bit off most of the boy's face.

"Gulu."

Kaneki swallowed the bloody piece of meat. But this was not enough. He pressed the boy to the ground and began to madly gnaw on his own 'past'.

Soon, only a broken skeleton was left on the ground. Jinmu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up, and said with disdain:

"That's all."

After all, it was his personality that was cultivated by Fantasy Baige, and that violence and arrogance had already penetrated into his bones.

"Ahh, I tend to feel sleepy when I'm full."

Kaneki stretched and yawned, then snapped his fingers.

As the sound of snapping fingers rang out in the space, a figure that looked almost identical to Kaneki himself, except for a slightly different hair color, appeared in front of him out of thin air.

"I'm tired, really. I need to rest for a while, so from now on, I'll leave it to you."

"Well, let's go rest."

……

Broken arms and limbs, corpses piled on the ground, turned into rivers of blood.

The bright moon hanging high in the sky seemed unable to bear to see this hell on earth, and hid in the clouds.

The death of the Mother of Chaos did not bring the war to an end. As the battle dragged on, more and more investigators suffered varying degrees of injuries.

Among the corpses on the ground, most of them were investigators from the CCG.

"Team Eight has suffered heavy casualties! Requesting support! Requesting support!"

"Team Five has suffered heavy casualties! Requesting support!"

"Team Seven has encountered a powerful enemy. Request...Ah!!!"

Various distress calls were transmitted to the command center one after another. As He Xiuji listened to his subordinates' reports, his expression became increasingly heavy.

He never imagined that the real disaster had only just begun.

These fearless zombies with different shapes and abilities made him think of the project twelve years ago.

"Flower of Eternal Life..."

They looked very similar. Although the degree of mutation was a bit exaggerated, this phenomenon had occurred in failed experiments before.

Thinking of this, He Xiu Jishi immediately asked his men to notify the logistics personnel to prepare several high-power ultraviolet lamps.

Although the subordinates did not know the reason, they quickly ran to convey He Xiu Jishi's order.

Soon, a transport truck carrying ultraviolet lamps and generators arrived at the command center.

He Xiu Jishi ordered a few people to climb onto the truck bed, then he sat in the passenger seat and ordered the driver to rush to the battlefield as quickly as possible.

Who is it? Who, and where did they get that power?

In a corner that no one noticed, several figures were watching everything happening on the battlefield with laughter.

"What a terrifying power!"

"Has the mask been confirmed recovered?"

"Of course. So now please enjoy the show."