Past Life Extra 2 and Volume 5 Afterword
(There's a past life epilogue after the author's note, as a bonus chapter to thank our readers ૮ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈ෆა)
Yay! I'm writing volume 5! ♪⁽⁽٩( ᐖ )۶⁾⁾ ₍₍٩( ᐛ )۶₎₎♪
I've almost reached 700,000 words without even realizing it! I'm so amazing! (*¯¯*)
In short, the story is now more than halfway through and it's time to wrap things up.
Therefore, the [Cyber Time Travel] event, which was intended as a benefit for readers, has come to an end.
Thank you to all the readers who submitted their ideas and entrusted me with creating derivative works of their characters.
Love you all! (◍>◡<◍)
Of course, "ending" doesn't mean it's over immediately; there's still at least one volume left to write.
I'll do my best! ٩( 'ω' )و
Another issue is that young authors don't earn much from their writing or get many readers these days.
In consideration of my daily updates, could I please give you all some free little gifts? QAQ
If that doesn't work, I... I'll just act cute QAQ
Meow (ฅ•ᗜ•ฅ)
(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)(Running away as fast as possible. GIF)
The following is an extra chapter from the previous life, part 2: A vengeful Ghoul college student who just happened to be passing by.
The first side story is in the author's note at the end of Volume 4. Not having read it or not remembering it won't affect your viewing experience (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
"Bone connections are mostly fibrous connections,..."
"Shh..."
Tsukimi Shisui sat in the third row of the spacious lecture hall, taking notes.
The pen tip moved rapidly across the paper, capturing keywords from the professor's quickly flowing sentences and writing them down.
The two classes flew by when I was highly focused.
"Ring ring... Ring ring..."
Just as the bell rang, Tsukimi Shisui finished writing the last stroke of the professor's last sentence.
A neat set of animal anatomy course notes has just been completed.
The handwriting is clear and the font is bold and unrestrained.
Even when writing somewhat rounded hiragana, sharp strokes are still left behind.
Unlike others whose notes are densely packed across several pages, Shisui's notes are only the size of a single A4 sheet of paper.
Moreover, the distance between rows is not small.
Upon closer inspection, it appears that the information recorded therein is merely additional knowledge added outside of the textbook.
And it only contains keywords and technical terms.
That's why this notebook has so few words.
As for whether these notes were useful during Shisui's review.
That bag is useless.
It wasn't because the notes were too concise, but because Shisui had already written down all the key points.
After all, looking back on his past 18 years, he has had very little time to study.
The extra knowledge points covered in class are enough to ensure I remember them perfectly.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have had a chance to get into the Tokyo University.
As for the content already in the book, he had already memorized it during his preview.
Because of his extensive anatomical experience, Shisui could recall these points of knowledge quite easily.
The notes were merely a part of Shisui's persona.
That's right, it's a persona.
After organizing his notes and putting them in his bag, Shisui slung his shoulder bag over his shoulder and headed out of the classroom.
At this moment, Tsukimi Shisui black hair and black eyes, and wore a pair of thick black-rimmed glasses.
Most of his face was covered, making him look like an innocent-looking college student.
Walking on the campus of the Tokyo University, I felt completely at ease.
In fact, Shisui was indeed a student here.
Moreover, he got in through a proper exam.
The only difference was that the students passing by were ordinary people, while he was Ghoul.
Shisui, carrying a bag, brushed past a large number of people, his nose filled with the strong aroma of flesh and blood.
But he couldn't get Shisui to pay any attention to it.
He continued walking forward, unhurriedly walking straight out of the school gate.
With no more classes, he planned to go back to his somewhat old, small apartment near the university.
Incidentally, because it's only about a ten-minute walk from the Tokyo University, the rent for his place is relatively high, at 120,000 yen per month.
Fortunately, his part-time job paid well enough, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to afford the accommodation.
Click.
With a crisp click, the door lock was opened.
Shisui slowly pushed open the slightly worn door and stepped into the place where he had lived for two months—his lodging.
This is a fairly large 1LDK apartment.
The apartment is 48 square meters in total, including a bedroom, living room, and kitchen.
Although the space is limited, it is arranged in an orderly manner and has all kinds of daily necessities.
The furniture in the room all looked quite old, and the style was rather outdated.
Fortunately, they are all in remarkably good condition and have been wiped spotless, exuding an aura of time and history.
Several newly arrived green plants are placed on the windowsill in the living room.
They looked vibrant under the sunlight, adding a touch of green life to the somewhat monotonous room.
The books casually stacked on the table are traces of Shisui's life here.
After entering the foyer, Shisui closed the door behind him, his gaze subconsciously sweeping over his surroundings.
Suddenly, Shisui's originally peaceful demeanor changed abruptly, and a sharp killing intent faintly leaked out from his ordinary exterior.
His gaze pierced through the cracks in the mailbox attached to the old door, and he saw something that looked like cardboard inside.
Shisui Kakugan appeared, and a long, dark red Bikaku extended from behind, gently lifting the mailbox lid.
The dim light in the room fell into the mailbox.
There lay a black envelope.
These days, with cell phones, not many people write letters anymore.
Moreover, he didn't think his acquaintances would send him letters without names or addresses.
Shisui controlled the Kagune to open the letter.
"Your Excellency Eight-Tailed Shadow Owl:
Respectfully yours,
Ghoul Restaurant cordially invites you to a grand feast at 10 PM on the 6th.
The Blade Scales on the Bikaku stood upright, instantly tearing the black paper to shreds.
A sincere invitation?
As a fellow Ghoul, he didn't believe the sender was unaware of how strong territorial instincts Ghouls possessed.
Knowing his name and address means that the other party also knows that this area belongs to his Feeding Ground territory.
They just barged in so brazenly and even stuffed trash into his mailbox.
The Ghoul Restaurant, right?
"You'd better really welcome my visit."
You chose this yourself, so don't come crying and screaming when I kill dozens of your customers.
"Clang! Clang!..."
The eight o'clock chimes came from the old clock shop on the street corner.
Suddenly, the tranquility of the neighborhood was shattered by the roar of police cars.
The police car drove by and quickly arrived at the edge of a small alley.
In the alley, a middle-aged man, who had clearly just finished get off work, slumped on the ground.
In a dark corner not far in front of him lay a disfigured corpse.
The corpse's eyes were wide open in terror, so the blood-red, unfocused pupils and black whites of the eyes could be clearly seen.
The deceased was a Ghoul.
A Ghoul dressed as a waiter.
"This is... someone from the Ghoul Restaurant? How could they be dead here?"
The Doves who arrived later— the Ghoul extermination officer—remembered for a moment and recognized the Ghoul's identity.
His companion also looked serious after hearing this.
"Regardless of the cause of his death, we must report this to our superiors as soon as possible."
The presence of people from the Ghoul Restaurant likely means they've opened a branch in this area.
This is no joke.
Doves dialed the phone and notified the logistics personnel to come and remove the Ghoul's corpse.
Leaving a corpse on the street at night is likely to attract more hungry Ghouls.
This is a residential area after all, and the investigators don't want to see any more Ghouls.
Therefore, they did not conduct a thorough search of the body.
Naturally, they didn't find the remaining invitations that hadn't been distributed inside the corpse's clothing.
Shisui sat atop a distant high-rise building, looking down at the humans below.
"There are still two hours until it starts. I'm sure you'll be able to find it."
Before that, he had to kill a few more Ghoul Restaurant to liven things up.