Dimensional Kaguya Ōtsutsuki

Previously, when the CCG headquarters was attacked, Kaguya had been puzzled as to why there were so many mutated ghouls. She wondered how they had been created so quickly. According to the available information, ghoul-human hybrids had an extremely low success rate, with even less than 2% survival. The artificial one-eyed ghouls created were generally unstable, unable to sustain themselves for long.

However, based on the survivors' descriptions, there were at least a dozen, possibly more than twenty, S-rated mutated ghouls during the attack. Their abilities were frightening, and they fought with exceptional skill. This led Kaguya to question how such a large number could have been created. Even with the research of Akihiro Kanou, producing ghouls of such strength in bulk should have been impossible—more like a fantasy.

Even Kaguya herself was baffled. She knew the key problem lay in her own blood. Her blood indeed had the ability to significantly enhance a ghoul's strength, but whether it could create a perfect ghoul hybrid was still a mystery to her. She hadn't even fully explored the potential of her own unique constitution, let alone imagined that someone could crack the secret of her blood and replicate its effects.

Could it be that the secret of her blood had been deciphered?

Kaguya had speculated about this possibility, but she couldn't fathom how so many powerful ghouls could suddenly emerge.

Now, at last, she understood. The issue was closer than she had expected—it was right inside her home. Those bottles of blood she had just found… it was her own blood. The culprit? None other than the twin troublemakers, Kurona and Nashiro.

Kaguya clenched her fists in frustration. It's always the ones closest to you. Despite all her caution, she had been betrayed by her own "family." And what pained her even more was that they had sold her precious blood for mere tens of thousands of yen—just a few thousand yuan in her currency. These girls had truly sold her out at a bargain price! If it had been Kaguya, she would have at least set the price at several million yen as a starting point.

If these two were to go into business, they'd surely end up losing everything. No, even if they sold themselves, they wouldn't be able to repay the debt they owed her.

As Kaguya sat on the sofa, her legs crossed and her face darkened, the twins could feel an ominous tension in the air. Even they were beginning to feel anxious. After all, they knew what they had done was wrong—Kaguya had taken them in and cared for them, yet they betrayed her trust like this.

But they felt wronged too. Being a ghoul wasn't easy; the constant hunger gnawed at them, and their daily food intake had significantly increased since drinking Kaguya's blood. They needed large amounts of food to sustain themselves, and as much as Kaguya's blood helped, it wasn't a sustainable solution.

To make matters worse, Kaguya was rarely home, leaving them to fend for themselves. They often had to endure hunger, barely making it from one meal to the next. And Kaguya had strictly forbidden them from eating human flesh. Ever since they regained their human taste buds, the thought of eating human meat repulsed them. After all, they had once been humans themselves, and to be honest, human flesh just didn't taste as good as cake and other sweets.

"Fine, I don't want to waste my breath with you two. I'll let you off this time, but don't do it again," Kaguya said, standing up from the sofa and waving her hand dismissively.

Kurona and Nashiro exchanged relieved glances, internally breathing sighs of relief.

But before they could celebrate, Kaguya suddenly turned back and shot a look at Kurona. "Kurona, come to my room for a moment. I have something to ask you," she said, walking towards her bedroom without waiting for their reaction.

Kurona froze in place.

"Why only Kurona?" Nashiro asked, clearly misunderstanding the situation. Her voice was filled with anxiety. "I want to come too!"

Kurona squeezed her sister's hand reassuringly and said, "Don't worry, she probably just wants to ask who we sold the blood to. Nothing serious."

"Really?" Nashiro still looked worried. "Maybe I should come with you..."

"Of course, don't worry, I promise." Kurona beamed with a radiant smile.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Come in," Kaguya said absentmindedly, hearing the knock at the door.

Her fingers were tapping away rapidly on the keyboard, eyes fixed on the computer screen, which displayed a series of rapidly flashing maps.

Kaguya vaguely remembered from the original storyline that Akihiro Kanou's secret laboratory was located in a place called Rushima. In the Tokyo Ghoul:re sequel, it was mentioned that Kanou had an important secret research base there. The location was vast and secluded, making it the perfect spot for large-scale experiments. Many of his facilities and experimental materials were stored there.

Kaguya was currently searching for that exact place, suspecting that the mass-produced mutated ghouls originated from there.

Just as she was deep in thought, she heard footsteps behind her. She turned her chair slightly and started to speak, "I called you here to—"

Before she could finish, Kaguya's eyes widened in shock, completely caught off guard by the sight before her.

Standing in front of her was a black-haired girl, her delicate figure entirely exposed. At her feet lay a pile of clothes, which she had just taken off.

Kurona, who always appeared delicate, surprisingly had such an impressive figure. Her fair skin was smooth, and her well-proportioned curves made her look stunning. It was fair to say that her figure was alluring.

However, at this moment, Kurona's face was flushed with embarrassment. She awkwardly covered her most private areas with her hands, looking both nervous and flustered.

Kaguya's lips twitched as she said, "Tell me, do you have some kind of brain damage?"

"Huh?" Kurona looked confused, seemingly not understanding.

"I called you here to ask you something," Kaguya said, her eyelid twitching, "Did you think it was too hot in here? If that's the case, I think outside might be better suited for a fool like you."

"Ah!"

Realization struck Kurona like lightning. Her face turned an even deeper shade of red as she frantically scrambled to pick up her clothes from the floor, dressing as quickly as possible, her embarrassment evident in every fumbling movement. She wished the ground would open up and swallow her whole.

She had assumed that Kaguya had summoned her for punishment—just like Kaguya had previously threatened, saying she'd strip her down and hang her up for a beating. She figured the reason why only she was called in was that she'd previously insisted that only she should be punished, sparing her sister. However, it turned out that Kaguya had no such intentions; she merely wanted to ask her something.

This was beyond embarrassing...

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...

Winter had arrived, and all things were withering.

The bone-chilling wind howled through the air, while the earth lay covered in a thick blanket of snow. Whether it was the rows of shops lining the streets or the towering skyscrapers dotting the cityscape, everything was draped in a layer of white. The radiant sunlight streamed down in soft threads, adding a touch of warmth to the otherwise frozen world.

Inside a motorcycle store.

"How much is this one?" Kaguya ran her hand over a brand-new, stylish motorcycle, then turned her head and asked.

The motorcycle had a sleek silver body with aerodynamic contours, a large frame, and a strikingly handsome design. The moment Kaguya laid eyes on it, she was immediately drawn to it.

"Three million yen," the salesman said with a bright smile, speaking eagerly.

"So expensive?" Kaguya blinked, slightly stunned. Three million yen was roughly equivalent to seventeen or eighteen thousand Chinese yuan, enough to buy a decent small car.

"If you think it's too expensive, I can offer you a discount," the salesman grinned even wider, hoping to close the deal.

"I'll take it."

"Ah... Y-yes! I'll get the paperwork ready right away!"

"No need."

Kaguya waved her hand dismissively, tossing a stack of cash into the salesman's eager hands. With a light hop, she landed on the motorcycle, gripped the handlebars, and twisted the throttle. The engine roared to life, and in an instant, the motorcycle sped out like a bolt of lightning.

"No need to give me change."

"Wait, this isn't enough!"

Hearing those words, Kaguya momentarily froze but quickly revved the engine again. In the blink of an eye, the roaring motorcycle had vanished into the vast snowy landscape, leaving behind the salesman who collapsed to the ground in despair.

At first, when the salesman saw this stunningly beautiful girl, his heart raced—not just because of her beauty, though that played a part. It was her demeanor, the effortless way she inspected the luxury motorcycles as if she were picking vegetables at a market. As someone seasoned in sales, he was convinced she had to be the daughter of a prominent family or a wealthy conglomerate heiress.

For people like her, there was a term used in the sales industry—big fat sheep. And it would be a shame not to fleece such an easy target.

Unfortunately for him, things didn't go as planned. She played him instead, throwing down some cash and speeding off with the motorcycle.

The money she left behind wasn't even enough to cover the cost of the bike. In fact, it didn't even break even, meaning he had essentially sold the bike at a loss. If his boss found out, he'd be in serious trouble.

The salesman sighed miserably, bracing himself for a scolding.

Unbeknownst to everyone, a figure sat on the edge of a nearby tall building, casually swinging their legs. Watching the scene unfold below, the person smirked, a hint of amusement flashing across their face.

Meanwhile, Kaguya was having the time of her life speeding down the highway, a streak of black lightning against the snowy backdrop.

The money? It wasn't hers—it was the cash those two little troublemakers had earned from selling her blood. Since it was obtained illegally, Kaguya had rightfully confiscated it.

Thinking back to the pitiful expressions on the twins' faces, Kaguya couldn't help but feel a sense of schadenfreude.

Is it that easy to take advantage of me?

You two little brats, enjoy eating dirt.

As for this motorcycle, it wasn't exactly a necessity—Kaguya's speed far surpassed it. However, considering her current role as an investigator, zipping around rooftops would inevitably get caught by the countless surveillance cameras around the city, which would be a hassle.

Besides, she'd had her eye on this motorcycle for a long time. Finally buying one felt like fulfilling a dream—one she earned with her "hard work." As for those two girls, they didn't contribute in the slightest.

Based on the information from Anju Kuro and her own research, it seemed the mysterious Nagashima was located near the 20th Ward, across the sea on a distant island. Most people wouldn't even think to search in such a remote location. The island appeared unremarkable from the outside—just dense jungle with no obvious signs of human habitation.

Thanks to the motorcycle's speed, Kaguya reached the coastline in just over half an hour. With her keen eyesight, she could already make out the faint outline of Nagashima looming in the distance.

But since the motorcycle couldn't cross the water, she parked it in a secure spot and took off into the sky on her own.

With a light step, she soared through the air, streaking toward Nagashima like a flash of light.

Winter had cast its icy grip over the island, covering it in thick layers of snow. Jagged, pitch-black rocks jutted out from beneath the frost, giving the place a sinister and desolate atmosphere.

Upon landing, Kaguya scanned her surroundings with a casual glance, quickly taking in the entire island's layout. A faint smirk appeared on her lips—she had already spotted the entrance, hidden within a dark rock face in the distance.

With a flash of cold steel, a deafening "boom" echoed through the island as a three-meter-thick iron gate crumbled to the ground, revealing a pitch-black tunnel that led underground.

With a sharp click, Kaguya slid her katana back into its sheath and descended the stairs, step by step, into the darkness.

The underground tunnel was as black as ink, with visibility reduced to almost nothing. The air was damp and chilling, sending shivers down the spine. Yet, Kaguya remained unaffected. Her ocular abilities illuminated the darkness like broad daylight, allowing her to see everything with crystal clarity.

However, the deeper she ventured, the more her brows furrowed. Strange sounds echoed through the tunnel—low growls and haunting wails, like the cries of wild beasts trapped in the abyss.

Suddenly, a shadow shot out from the darkness, launching itself at Kaguya's back with alarming speed.

With a cold snort, Kaguya flicked her thumb against the guard of her sword. The blade, shimmering with a chilling blue light, leapt from its scabbard.

Swish.

A flash of silver cut through the air.

Splurt!

A spray of dark, foul-smelling blood splattered the walls as a severed head flew skyward, spinning several times before landing with a heavy thump, rolling into the corner. The headless corpse convulsed before collapsing in a heap.

"What is this..."

Kaguya frowned, stepping closer to inspect the corpse. But before she could reach it, several more shadows darted toward her from the depths of the tunnel.

Her crimson eyes narrowed as she got a better look at them—grotesque figures resembling ghouls, but their skin was sickly pale, almost translucent. Their eyes gleamed with a dull, bloodthirsty hunger, and their mouths stretched unnaturally wide, revealing rows of jagged teeth. Their movements were jerky and erratic, like puppets on strings, and their kagune flickered with unstable energy, indicating incomplete development.

Artificial ghouls.

A sense of unease settled in Kaguya's chest.

Something wasn't right.

A bad feeling crept over her.

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