Once enough people had been expelled, he could pick a few of them for a rematch and tell them that whether they lived or waited for death was entirely their choice.
Just thinking about the struggle that might ensue made him giddy!
Cultivating Ichinose was only the first step.
Su Wei flicked a finger across the screen, and the scene changed again.
This time, it wasn't at the school, but in a dark alley somewhere in Tokyo.
On the screen, a man with a crazed expression and ghoul eyes from extreme hunger was painfully tearing at his own hair.
He was a Ghoul.
And he was on the verge of going berserk from a lack of Rc Cells.
At that moment, the Ghoul was following some instinctive guidance, trying to make his way to Advanced Nurturing High School, the isolated island. According to what he'd learned from the powerful, it was the only place with "supernatural powers"—his only hope of ending his hunger.
"Huh, and he even has a name."
Su Wei raised an eyebrow, recognizing the famous homicidal maniac from Tokyo Ghoul.
"Saeki Sorao, huh..."
"Since you've come all this way, you can make yourself useful before you starve to death."
The next day.
Perhaps because last night's "Advance Test" hadn't affected most people, or perhaps because of the D Class students' trademark optimism—or their tendency to give up and go with the flow when they knew nothing could be done—the classroom wasn't as lifeless as one might have expected. Instead, it was as boisterous as ever.
"Actually, when you think about it, maybe the Black Sphere Exam isn't all bad?"
Shinohara Satsuki sat on a desk, checking the six thousand points that had been deposited into her phone. She seemed pleased.
"At least we get plenty of