Chapter 236 — The Anti-CCG Revolution

"Offspring born from the union of a ghoul and a human?"

Amon Kotaro, ever the curious child, gathered his scattered thoughts.

After hearing Wang Huai'an's revelation, he raised his hand and asked, "But the textbooks on ghouls state plainly that such a thing is impossible."

At those words, Wang Xu gave him a not-quite-smile. "Back when technology was crude, a human mother could simply eat human flesh during *the censored part*, and that was enough to supply the fetus with RC factors."

Hearing this brutal and utterly real answer, Amon Kotaro went ashen. His stomach churned, and he began to dry-heave.

Ghouls ate people—that, too, was beyond comprehension, but they did it to survive.

But humans eating humans...

There was no way he could accept it!

"That is precisely what the so-called half-humans are."

"They can eat and dine like ordinary humans, and at the same time they possess physical capabilities surpassing those of ghouls."

Wang Xu went on with his lecture. "Apart from Furuta Nimura, Arima Kishou and Furuta Eto are both half-humans. Their sole drawback is a lifespan that is far too brief."

At this, Wang Xu counted on his fingers. "Though I'd wager none of them will live past five more years."

Even if he did not lift a finger, Furuta Nimura—never having become a one-eyed ghoul—would still be bound by the lifespan of a half-human.

This was the truly outrageous bombshell!

Arima Kishou, the CCG's undefeated god of war, the White Reaper, actually carried half ghoul blood!

The thread of reason that Mado Akira and Amon Kotaro had barely managed to hold together snapped completely!

They did not doubt that Wang Xu was talking nonsense.

In all the time they had spent together, at least, every word he had spoken had been the truth.

Furuta Eto...

At the sound of that name, Kirishima Touka, who had kept her head lowered in silence all this while, suddenly looked up.

That surname forced suspicion upon her.

Was the owner of the coffee shop, Uncle Furuta Yoshitaka, connected to that person in some way?

"The name Eto may not be familiar to you, but Takatsuki Sen—that name you should know well, surely?"

"Takatsuki Sen is Furuta Eto."

Who did not know Takatsuki Sen?

The most popular novelist of the day!

Even Kamishiro Rize was a die-hard fan of hers.

Having finished his revelations, Wang Xu watched the threads of everyone's fate tangle into chaos, spontaneously spawning yet more futures, and the corners of his lips curved upward.

Whether it was Furuta Nimura or the present company of the Miracle Restaurant, they were nothing more than his experimental subjects.

Even the most minor of existences, even those upon whom fate's favor shone most faintly, had their own value and meaning for existing.

Observe, analyze, comprehend.

Wang Xu's understanding of the laws of time and space had deepened yet further.

"Under the Main God's crown, your overall strength has increased by 3.5 percent. You are but a single step from comprehending the intermediate laws of time and space."

The voice of the auxiliary program sounded at Wang Xu's ear.

Wang Xu was not surprised in the least.

He felt scarcely any joy, either.

A single step could well be an impassable chasm.

For many life forms that had comprehended the power of time and space, they could exhaust their entire lifespan and still never take that step.

...

Hokkaido, in a certain secret laboratory.

Kaneki Sumi, clad in a straitjacket, was strapped down upon an operating table.

He struggled with all his might like an inchworm, yet to no tangible effect.

"How unlucky..."

Kaneki Sumi lamented inwardly.

He had finally gotten a single day off, and barely half a day after leaving home, he had been kidnapped.

And the other party was not even demanding ransom—it seemed they regarded him as an experimental subject.

"Father... I hope I may see you one more time."

"My novel isn't finished yet."

These two thoughts took shape in Kaneki Sumi's mind, and even he found them amusing.

As last words went, that was simply too ridiculous.

"Anesthetic injected."

A cold, sharp hollow needle pierced his arm, and Kaneki Sumi felt a chill liquid pushed into his body.

With each beat of his heart, the solution traveled along his blood vessels and spread through his whole body.

In mere seconds, he lapsed into utter unconsciousness, awareness gone.

The white-coated figure standing beside the operating table tilted his head, and in his shattered-gold serpent eyes flickered a fervent light.

He seemed to be muttering to himself: "Reward points? No, not needed."

"Kakashi, this 'son' of yours is the rarest of experimental materials..."

"Rest assured, nothing will happen to him."

"Even if there is a one-in-a-hundred-million chance of a malignant mutation, I will spend reward points to restore his entire body."

...

A single news story set the Eastern Isle utterly ablaze.

Wada Shinta, a First-Class Investigator within the CCG, was in truth the offspring of a ghoul and a human.

He had even joined a ghoul organization by the name of "Clown," and committed many appalling atrocities.

As a half-human, Wada Shinta had no need to eat human flesh.

He could eat ordinary people's food.

Yet he sustained himself on human flesh and blood, and had even made meat patties, human-flesh cakes, and other such foods, actively "sharing" them with other ghouls.

Such conduct could already be called "anti-human."

And a man like this, a certain Jiaming Yuan, could actually rise to the upper ranks of the CCG?

This could not but make people suspect that the entire CCG had already rotted to the core.

After all, many years had passed since the Bureau of Ghoul Countermeasures was founded, and ghouls were still rampaging unchecked. Every day, ordinary people vanished without a trace, becoming ghouls' rations.

One stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Many momentous events began as nothing more than a trivial piece of intelligence brought to light, and from that seed were born.

The domino effect left the entire Washuu family, the White Day Court, and the V organization trembling from top to bottom.

Every sector of society was discussing the matter.

"Damn it... no wonder there are so many ghouls in the Eastern Isle. The CCG was rotten to the bone all along!"

"I hear that over in Cathay, the ghouls who slaughter ordinary people have all been exterminated. Only a handful of moderate ghouls are allowed to survive."

"I'm considering whether to emigrate to Cathay."

"Exactly... over here in the Eastern Isle, there's no sense of safety at all! What good is making more money, holding higher social status? You could be eaten by a ghoul at any moment!"

"I'm afraid those ghouls publicly executed were just political sacrifices deliberately pushed to the forefront?"

"Think about it carefully! If Wada Shinta is a half-ghoul, then at least one of his parents must be a ghoul, right? The more I think about this, the more terrifying it gets!"

"Down with the Washuu family, overthrow the CCG!"

Indeed, the Washuu family held both the underworld and the legitimate world of the Eastern Isle in its grip.

But they were, after all, only a "minority."

The power of the masses is boundless.

Many wealthy and influential plutocrats emigrated one after another to other nations, seeking safe havens.

They had not entirely abandoned the island nation.

In the twenty-first century, with technology so advanced, a remote-controlled revolution was entirely feasible.

Backed by these plutocrats' funding, certain Eastern Isle natives who did not fear death stepped forward, attempting to rally the populace and overthrow the Eastern Isle government.

A purely popular revolution would find it hard to succeed in this era.

But with the plutocrats' wholehearted support, these revolutionaries obtained a great many high-tech weapons.

Cannons, *redacted keyword*, aircraft, radar, tanks—these were merely the standard issue.