I'm Taking You All Down With Me!

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(For some zombie readers, Shisui has caught some fresh brains. Please help yourselves.)

Tokyo Ward 1, CCG headquarters, 17:27 Tokyo time.

The torrential rain had ended, and the evening afterglow set the layers of clouds ablaze.

A vast, vivid expanse of crimson spread out before CCG headquarters. Twisted limbs, mingled blood and flesh, rainwater mixed with the smell of gunpowder, and a monster still standing upright together sketched a warped painting across the ground of Ward 1.

Red, red, red!

It coated every street and alley as far as the eye could see. The bloody stench, just subdued a little by the downpour, quickly rose again and blanketed CCG headquarters.

"Hahahahaha!"

Shrill laughter echoed through the magnificent scarlet as Tsukimi Shisui poked his head out of his enormous Kakuja armor.

The setting sun dyed his white hair brilliant red, and his dark red Kakugan trembled with excitement.

He drew a deep, rapturous breath, filling his nostrils with the thick, sweet, rusty smell of blood in the air.

Since I'm not the biggest winner, to hell with the CCG, Ghouls, and humans. You can all die with me!

This is the hell I created for humans and Ghouls alike, the final revel, the most insane mutual destruction!

Ambushing me? Hunting me down? I'm taking you all down with me!

"Tsukimi, you lunatic!"

Sen Takatsuki lay amid a sea of deep red, her Kakuja body dismembered by Tsukimi Shisui.

Even though the sweet-smelling red and white flesh lay all around her, her keen Ghoul instincts told her that all the food covering the ground had been contaminated by Tsukimi Shisui's toxins. Eating it would be no different from seeking death.

In the present situation, no amount of struggling would help.

She had been crippled, Kishou Arima had been dragged into a battle until he died of exhaustion, and the Non-Killing Owl had been ambushed and poisoned.

Fewer than one in ten of the other humans and Ghouls who had come as cannon fodder remained alive. The CCG's upper ranks were now targeted by nuclear weapons and could barely protect themselves.

But that madman who seemed immersed in a killing spree still had strength to spare. Thanks to his cautious fighting style and the freedom of movement that came with fighting alone, he might even have enough strength left to slaughter everyone in Tokyo Metropolis.

She shouted a couple more curses, then angrily realized Tsukimi Shisui wasn't listening at all.

That bastard was still pressing the button on that damned missile launcher. Just how much ammunition had he stockpiled?

He had already carpet-bombed every CCG branch, and he still had more? Was he insane?

Now she couldn't leave, and no one paid any attention to her curses. All she could do was sit there in frustration and wait for the nuclear missile to come to her.

"Fuck, why did I ever join this shit-for-brains operation to hunt him down?!"

The roar of an object plummeting at high speed drowned out Sen Takatsuki's final furious shout. It pierced the flaming clouds in an instant, and then an immense impact exploded against the ground.

Before the setting sun had sunk below the horizon, a dazzling new sun rose over Japan.

The tremendous destructive force first destroyed Ward 1. Then the spreading shock wave crushed the entirety of Tokyo Metropolis inch by inch.

This strategic nuclear weapon was only the opening shot that heralded the end of the world. From this moment on, there was world peace.

"Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring..."

An irritating alarm clock rang through the cramped room.

Wait, why is there an alarm clock? No matter how fast I regenerate, there's no way I could have survived a high-yield hydrogen bomb!

Tsukimi Shisui snapped awake. As he rolled over and sprang up, he felt a slight discomfort in his body, but his powerful Ghoul regeneration quickly dispelled it.

His vivid scarlet Kakugan suddenly appeared, coldly sweeping over his surroundings.

Old furniture and appliances, messy daily necessities, a combined kitchen and bathroom, no living room. Whoever lives here is terrible at taking care of themselves.

Tsukimi Shisui noticed that the signs of habitation in the room belonged to only one person. Besides him, there were no other humanoid beings in the room now.

He relaxed a little and began analyzing what had happened.

He recalled what had happened before he came here.

After determining that he couldn't break through the CCG and Aogiri Tree's joint encirclement, he had immediately decided to take everyone down with him and decisively emptied his stockpile of firearms and explosives with one press of a button!

The offensive had turned, and he became the one dragging the encircling forces to their deaths as they tried to rush back to the rescue.

Come on, they were the ones who tore up the ceasefire agreement first! I just picked the most satisfying way to fight!

What? You're asking why I didn't have to spend any time aiming?

Oh, that's new technology we developed ourselves! Military secret—you know if you know.

Then he had blown up along with all of Japan and every region with an overseas CCG branch!

Immediately afterward, he had arrived in the present, appearing in a filthy, messy single room.

After thinking it over for a long time, he still couldn't figure out why he had appeared here. Just as Tsukimi Shisui decided to give up thinking, memories that didn't belong to him surged from his body into his brain.

Ruolan Star, Psychic Energy, talent awakening, hostile alien races on all sides, factions everywhere...

His head throbbed faintly from receiving eighteen years' worth of experiences all at once.

But Shisui was a Kakuja who had become one through cannibalism. To him, this mental impact was at most a stone tossed into the sea.

After all, he was capable of hunting other Ghouls and devouring their Rc Cells, which contained traces of their own consciousness.

If this body weren't still so fragile, something like this wouldn't have affected him at all.

Lou Shisui was the original owner of this body. The discomfort he had felt upon waking came from the poison Lou Shisui had impulsively taken in an attempt to kill himself the previous night.

A soul transmigration, huh? He could only say it was a good thing that Tsukimi Shisui's soul was strong enough to forcibly transform this body into a Ghoul. Otherwise, this transmigration would have amounted to nothing more than dying again.

Following the memories, he felt around the pillow and found a ring in a fold of the bedsheet beside it. He scooped it up: a smooth black ring.

The ring gleamed metallically in the morning sunlight. With a gentle push, it slipped snugly onto his index finger.

With a thought from Shisui, an object instantly appeared in his hand: a perfectly preserved book.

"Idiot, you were left with the means to turn things around, and you still couldn't make use of them!"

That's right, this belonged to the body's owner—no, this body is mine now, so let's call him the suicidal idiot.

Start over, start over.

That's right, this was the inheritance the suicidal idiot's family left him: a Spatial Ring that had originally contained a large number of books, some carefully selected cultivation supplies, and a great deal of money.

Now only the books and some money remained in the ring. Nearly all the cultivation supplies had been sold.

Honestly, if the books hadn't been impossible to sell, they probably wouldn't have been left for him either.

His family had clearly left this young master enough basic material provisions to ensure his survival. They had even moved a large collection of ancestral records into the ring and thoughtfully set aside cultivation resources.

Yet this idiot had simply ignored the books in disappointment, then turned around and spent lavishly just as he always had.

In two weeks, he had spent enough money to live comfortably for a lifetime. Within a month, he had also spent most of the money from selling the resources.

Best of all, last night was only his second night in this cheap single room, and he had already found the "torture" unbearable and killed himself!

Bro, good thing you died, or I wouldn't have had a chance to transmigrate here!

Still, families scheming against one another? As expected of humans, fighting among yourselves wherever you go. You've really done me a huge favor~

Oh, there may not be any Ghouls here, but there are plenty of other alien races! Isn't this the perfect place for a massive free-for-all?!

"Rest easy in death. As a return gift, I'll send those families to hell along the way."

The cowardly soul was devoured in an instant, leaving only a grotesque demon sneering at the world.

"I can't wait—a brand-new Feeding Ground no one's touched~"