Chapter 1: Eaten
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In the sky, the rain poured endlessly as it washed all the impurities that lay on its busy streets. Skyscrapers released their lights of development. Sidewalks remained filled with filth that reeked of rot.
Masutafu, Japan—or rather, a side no one saw, a side no one paid attention to. With each raindrop, a smell was exposed, a side filled with slums and endless chaos.
Sleeping, lying on what seemed to be a mountain of filth, his body bleeding with wounds so serious, was a child who seemed no older than twelve, lying there resembling nothing but a corpse.
Yet, he was still breathing.
His fountain-like face being drowned by the falling rain.
His wounded, bleeding body being cleansed by its waters.
Wet, tattered clothes being torn by their weight.
His white, bloodied hair being washed.
He was beautiful.
If some were to see him, they would say he resembled the spitting image of an angel.
But those dark red, wide-open eyes spoke words of difference.
Lying there, eyes still fixing their gaze at the crying sky, they did not blink; they did they move, nor did they need to slumber.
They were just.
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My name is Ken Kaneki, or that was what I thought it used to be.
Thirty minutes ago, I was killed—or, depending on how you put it, eaten.
Never in my nineteen years of life would I have thought that love would grant me death.
Now, here I was, transmigrated into the body of someone else.
Transmigration, a phenomenon I had always wished to obtain during my days as an occasional otaku.
This body was not mine. It belonged to a ten-year-old kid who did not have an identity, abandoned by his teen parents the day he was born, then given to the homeless as if he were clothes.
I remembered this life, everything.
All the struggle, all the pain, and all the emotion.
It was as if I had lived it, as if I were him.
I grew up in the slums my whole life.
Two hours ago, I had stolen some money from a drug dealer, the person who later on beat me up to death.
In the normal world, his actions would have been seen as cruel and unjust, but this, this was not my world.
This was My Hero Academia, one of the most notorious anime worlds out there.
Yet, this place was more brutal than what they always showed.
This place felt real.
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Standing up, Ken felt his whole body go numb. And the blood that poured out of his wounds intensified when he stood.
Straightening up and moving his eyes, he saw nothing but filth covering the now-enclosed road, enhancing its stench of rot.
It was filthy, far filthier than he had ever seen.
So, ignoring the rain, he began walking forward.
His memory, as if reminding him of the past, recalled that there was an abandoned animal pharmacy not far from where he was.
Although Ken was bleeding, his heart seemed unnaturally calm. He had noticed that ever since he had arrived in this new world, his heart rate had not changed in the slightest. It retained its normal beating speed, as if his bleeding wounds were something insignificant.
The surrounding people didn't bother to even spare a glance, which, for him, felt expected, since this part of society was the one the government didn't pay much attention to.
Why would they, when it's people were demi-humans, heteromorphs, and rejects of society?
A place where drugs and prostitutes roamed freely from every corner. A place Ken had always conceded to be the real world, his home.
Five minutes later, Ken stood on the outskirts of the pharmacy.
And just as one might expect, its doors were open, its windows broken, and its gates fully stolen from their concrete grounds.
'I hope I find something,' Ken thought as he approached its almost broken down concrete walls.
Entering through its broken glass door, Ken couldn't help but hold his breath as he noticed the dozens of syringes and bloodied tissues that lay on the floor.
It was to be expected, because while coming here, he had encountered nearly twenty homeless junkies. So, the sight in front of him didn't truly prove to be a bother; what bothered him most was the smell.
He ignored it, everything.
He walked forward, rushing his feet and speeding up.
It took nearly thirteen minutes until Ken found a closed, fully intact silver door.
He was dying, and his frustration had begun to grow; he could feel it with each passing moment.
Running to the door at minimal speed, he noted how its handle seemed untouched.
He grabbed it. Pulled it back.
THUD!
It was locked.
His once-always-calm expression began to shake. And his body seemed to grow weaker as time went on.
So, he grabbed the handle even tighter, hardening his grip.
His patience was now running thin, and his fear began to show in his expression.
When suddenly, completely unknown to him, his eyes began to glow in a dark red color.
His pupils glowed so red that it seemed as if they were releasing a glowing light.
Then, from his hand to the lower part of his arm, a faint red stream of aura took form, its shape shifting and changing like water, building up and expanding until its base and color turned transparent even to the naked eye.
BOOM!
A deafening sound echoed through the building as the door that had once obstructed Ken's right of way burst seven feet from where he stood.
But Ken was dying, so he was in too much of a rush to acknowledge what he had done.
He sprinted forward, fear showing on his face.
And for the first time since coming to this world, panic overwhelmed his thoughts.
Looking over, he saw a drawer close enough for him to reach, and as he tugged it open, bandages and medicine came into his sight.
With little time to think or to thank the heavens, Ken swiftly grabbed a bottle of sterile saline solution and immediately poured it on the open wound above his chest.
The pain was unimaginable, far more painful than anything he had ever felt. But he could feel his life slowly fading.
So, he ignored the pain and continued to pour.
After what seemed to be less than a minute, when the entire sterile saline solution bottle had been emptied on his wounds, he grabbed some gauze pads and tied them around the cut above his chest.
Its bleeding stopped, so he moved to the others, tying them as tightly as he could.
It took about thirty minutes for the process to be done, but the pain persisted.
His wounds were so painful that for a split second, the thought of death mercifully seemed pleasant.
He turned his head and fixed his eyes on what looked to be a bottle of completely sealed ethyl alcohol. A sigh escaped his lips as a grin appeared on his tired, pained expression.
Crawling to the counter, he grabbed the bottle and opened its cap with his mouth.
He chugged it completely, an effort to numb the pain. And released a loud breath when he felt the numbness that came with its effects.
Falling to the ground and lying on his back, he laughed at his predicament.
"Thank God I studied medicine," he said, exhaustion evident from the sound of his voice.
When, suddenly,
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A mental sound played from nowhere.
He jumped, and his eyes widened.
Because at that very moment, right above his lying body, the impossible came into view.
[Template unlocked] {Mei Mei}
[Black Bird Manipulation {lvl 1}]
[Cursed Energy Manipulation Equid]
"Fuck," he said, voice trembling as he spoke. "Fuck."
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