Shinohara pondered over the whereabouts of the child named Devil. The sudden disappearance of such a formidable individual intrigued him. He knew that the child's actions would have far-reaching consequences for both the ghoul world and the Commission of Counter Ghoul (CCG).
Shinohara was well aware that the child's power and potential made him a major threat. The child's rapid growth and the ability to single-handedly defeat three A-level ghouls showcased his extraordinary abilities. Shinohara understood that the child had the potential to become a key target for CCG's operations in the future.
His subordinate, Ueda, had made an attempt to deal with the child, but instead unintentionally aided his growth. Shinohara couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration and concern for the child's prowess. He realized that his previous assessments had underestimated the child's true strength and resilience.
With the child's disappearance, Shinohara was left with limited options. He continued to monitor the situation, hoping to gather any information about the child's whereabouts or activities. He understood that the child's influence and actions would eventually resurface, and it was crucial for CCG to stay vigilant.
Shinohara couldn't help but wonder where the child had gone. Had he found a new hiding place, or had he ventured into uncharted territories? The mystery surrounding the child's location only added to his intrigue.
As Shinohara closed the file, he made a silent vow to keep a close eye on the evolving situation. He knew that the child named Devil would reemerge, and when he did, it would be a pivotal moment for the ghoul world and CCG alike. Until then, Shinohara remained prepared and vigilant, ready to face the challenges posed by the enigmatic child.
As the child ventured into the Third District, a place known as the deepest layer of hell, he encountered a different kind of ghoul society. Unlike the Nine Districts where there were still human areas and some semblance of order, the Third District was primarily occupied by ghouls.
In the absence of humans, ghouls in the Third District relied on each other for survival. Powerful ghouls formed groups and cooperated to hunt for food.
The concept of sharing was essential in this area, as it allowed ghouls to thrive and grow stronger. However, this also meant that no ghoul had absolute dominance, and the roles of hunter and prey could quickly shift.
In this harsh environment, the Third District became a battleground where survival was a constant struggle. Massive conflicts erupted regularly, resembling a brutal Hunger Games. It was in this chaotic setting that the child encountered two figures rushing toward him.
Curious and cautious, the child observed the approaching figures, unsure of their intentions. In the Third District, encounters could quickly turn into life-or-death situations. The child's heightened senses and survival instincts kicked in as he prepared to assess the situation and react accordingly.
The person running in the front was covered in blood, with panic and panic on his face, while the person in the back had wounds on his body, but it was not serious, and there was an excited and cruel smile on his face.
"Aji, give it up, do you think you can escape in my hands today? Or obediently be eaten by me! This way I will make you less painful!"
The man behind laughed and shouted, the speed at his feet accelerated a bit, and the hunger in his belly urged him to eat quickly.
"Damn it! Orton, let me go, I'll go to the 9th district to catch human beings for you to eat, okay? Don't eat me!"
The ghoul called Aji was pleading in his voice. Obviously, he himself knew very well that he could not escape Death's grasp today.
As Aji's eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope, he saw the child blocking his path. In his desperate state, he saw an opportunity to escape Orton's clutches. The child's presence offered a chance for Aji to turn the tables and shift the attention onto someone else.
With a mixture of relief and desperation, Aji saw the child as a means to save himself from his imminent fate. In his mind, sacrificing the child's life in exchange for his own survival seemed like a viable option.
A wicked grin spread across Aji's face as he thought about using the child as a scapegoat. He believed that if the child became Orton's target, his own life would be spared. The desperation and hunger within him clouded his moral judgment, and he was willing to sacrifice the innocent child to save himself.
With a renewed sense of determination, Aji planned to use the child as a distraction, hoping to divert Orton's attention and give himself a chance to escape. In his mind, the child's life was expendable, and his own survival was the priority.
As the child stood before them, unaware of the imminent danger he was about to face, the air was filled with tension and the unpredictable nature of the Third District's savage ghoul society.
"Puff~" With a soft sound, Aji stopped, but his Kagune that he held high couldn't stab forward anymore.
"Why, how could..." Aji lowered his head with difficulty, watching a small hand pierce the position of his heart, feeling severe pain and the rapid loss of strength, Aji muttered, wanting to see the child's appearance, but struggled to even raised his head.
His strength is gone. "Aji! What are you doing? Now that you have this kid, you should let him go and I'll eat him instead!" Orton also came behind Aji at this time, but he didn't notice Aji's strangeness.
Instead, he yelled with his hands on his hips. *Thump~* When the child twitched his hand, Aji, who had lost his support, fell to the ground feebly, his lips moved slightly as if he was still telling something, but the lustre in his eyes gradually disappeared, and finally, even his eyes disappeared completely.
"Oh? Where did the kid come from? Can you actually beat Aji?" Orton looked at Aji being killed by the child, suddenly raised his brows, stared at the child condescendingly and asked.
Orton didn't realize that the child in front of him was something he couldn't provoke. He just thought that Aji was killed by this child carelessly.
After all, Aji's strength was also very bad, and he was seriously injured, so Ortn I didn't realize how strong the child was. The child didn't speak, and those black pupils looked toward Orton.
For some reason, Orton, who is an A-grade ghoul, was fascinated by the child's glance, as if the feeling of being stared at by a hunter made him very uncomfortable.
"What are you looking at? Damn little bastard, since you killed him you'll be my lunch so, go to hell!"
Orton, who was very upset in his heart, yelled, and his Rinkaku shot forward to fatally strike the child in an instant, stabbed forward and pointed at the child's head. Pouch!
There was another soft sound, Ulton's movements also stopped, his eyes were full of incredible looking at the slender Rinkaku protruding from behind the child, and the tip of this Kagune was penetrating him more specifically his heart…
With a soft sound, Orton's attack was abruptly halted as he felt a sharp pain piercing through his own heart. His eyes widened with disbelief as he looked at the slender Rinkaku protruding from behind the child.
Realization slowly dawned upon Orton as he comprehended the dire situation he found himself in. The child he had underestimated and attempted to attack had effortlessly turned the tables on him, impaling him with his own Kagune.
As the pain intensified, Orton's body trembled, and blood trickled from the corners of his mouth. His strength waned, and he struggled to remain standing. The child, with an unreadable expression on their face, calmly withdrew their Kagune from Orton's body.
Orton's knees gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, his life force rapidly fading away. The child stood silently, their gaze unwavering, as they watched Orton's life slip away.
In that moment, it became evident to Orton that the child before him possessed a power beyond his comprehension. His arrogance and underestimation had led to his own demise.
As Orton took his last breath, the child remained still, a mysterious aura enveloping them. It was clear that they were not an ordinary ghoul, but a force to be reckoned with. The Third District, known for its ruthless ghouls, had encountered someone who could effortlessly surpass their expectations.
The child, their true nature and intentions veiled in secrecy, stood as a symbol of the shifting power dynamics within the ghoul society. Their presence sent shockwaves through the Third District, leaving behind a trail of awe and fear.