Inside the Ghoul Restaurant, Kenji had already silently infiltrated the perimeter.
He had inherited 30% of the Heavenly Tyrant Toji Fushiguro’s capabilities, which, alongside raw combat prowess, included a vast array of elite assassination techniques.
In Jujutsu Kaisen, Toji wasn’t just a top-tier powerhouse; he was a highly seasoned, professionally renowned assassin.
Therefore, slipping past the security of a castle that wasn’t exceptionally tight to begin with posed absolutely no challenge to Kenji.
After navigating his way deep into the castle’s interior, Kenji walked down a subterranean corridor and discovered rows of holding cells lining both sides.
Every single cage was packed with humans.
Furthermore…
rather than calling them humans, it would be far more accurate to call them children.
Each and every one of them appeared to be roughly fourteen or fifteen years old.
Back in his previous world, kids this age should have been sitting safely in a middle school classroom.
Kenji’s sudden intrusion broke the stagnant silence of the corridor.
Tatap…
Tatap…
Tatap…
The heavy echoes of Kenji’s deliberate footsteps resounded through the long hallway.
Whenever he passed a cell, the children inside would violently flinch, retreating into the deepest corners of the darkness, their small bodies trembling uncontrollably.
Looking closer, Kenji noticed a sickening amount of blood splattered across the cell floors…
along with various severed limbs.
Those limbs weren’t cleanly cut; they bore ragged, uneven tears, clearly indicating they were the remnants of being savagely gnawed on by predators.
Passing another cell, Kenji abruptly came to a halt.
As his footsteps ceased, a sudden, panicked movement stirred within the cage right in front of him.
A young girl, who looked to be no more than thirteen or fourteen, was frantically trying to squeeze her body backward against the concrete wall in absolute horror.
Her eyes were dilated to their limits, staring fixedly at Kenji.
Before he could even make a move, her eyes brimmed with heavy tears.
The girl had waist-length black hair that had become hopelessly matted and brittle due to prolonged neglect.
Her features were completely contorted by unadulterated terror, and large, bead-like tears cascaded down her cheeks.
As she desperately tried to press herself further into the wall, a dry, raspy wheeze escaped her throat, but she was entirely incapable of articulating a single syllable.
Kenji stood perfectly still, his gaze locking onto the child.
Wrapped around her neck was a thick layer of bandages, completely soaked through with dark, dried blood.
Her upper torso was bare, covered in jagged, hollow scars where her flesh had been crudely scooped away, completely stripping her of her developing female characteristics.
But what truly caught Kenji’s eye—was the fact that the meat on her right thigh had been entirely stripped away.
Nothing remained but a glaringly exposed, pristine white bone, with a few remaining strands of shredded muscle and tendons dangling from it.
Kenji stared at the girl, and the girl stared back in absolute terror.
Because her throat had been partially eaten, she couldn’t form coherent human speech, only able to emit dry, bizarre choking noises.
The heavy, endless tears tracking down her face painted a vivid, undeniable picture of the horrific atrocities that had transpired in this cell.
Kenji didn’t even need to strain his imagination; the graphic scene manifested automatically in his mind.
A ghoul had been keeping this girl alive, eating her raw piece by piece, selectively carving out only the most choice, tender sections.
The throat flesh acted as soft cartilage, the breast tissue possessed a high fat content, and the thigh offered the perfect balance of lean meat and fat.
Kenji took a slow, deep breath, closing his eyes to forcefully expel the graphic imagery from his mind.
When his eyelids snapped back open, the look in his eyes had undergone a cataclysmic transformation.
Initially, I merely viewed all of this as a game.
To me, the inhabitants of this world were nothing more than automated NPCs.
But now that I am standing here, witnessing real human beings being treated as livestock and eaten alive like this…
as a human myself, how could I possibly remain indifferent?!
If ghouls didn’t exist in this world, a young girl her age would be living a carefree, peaceful life at school. This chapter is updated first at novelping.com.
Therefore…
this entire species must be eradicated down to the last drop of blood!
At this moment, Kenji’s inner mind screamed with a localized fury, his resolve to entirely purge the ghoul race hardening into an absolute, unbreakable decree.
In his past life, he had watched this anime and heard its most iconic, universally quoted line: “The one who is wrong isn’t me, it’s the world.”
But standing here today, perceiving reality strictly through the lens of a human being, Kenji realized that humanity was not wrong, and the world itself was not wrong.
The single, absolute, fundamental error—was the existence of the ghoul race!
This world had absolutely no room for ghouls!
”Minna!
Tonight’s auction features an incredible lineup of heavyweight premium goods!”
”Every single auction piece tonight falls strictly within the prime 3-to-15 age bracket!
This is the absolute peak age where human flesh is at its tenderest and most succulent!”
”Get excited, everyone!
Let us thoroughly enjoy the feast tonight!”
”And of course, we must extend our deepest gratitude to the mastermind pulling the strings of the Ghoul Restaurant!
Big Madam!”
Down on the main stage of the amphitheater, a ghoul auctioneer was screaming into his microphone with manic, infectious enthusiasm, gesturing wildly to the surrounding audience.
The hundreds of ghouls packed into the stands were instantly whipped into a frenzy.
One after another, they slipped into their monstrous forms, their eyes snapping into a predatory crimson as they roared in savage delight.
Up on the exclusive third-floor VIP balcony, a morbidly obese woman wearing an extravagant hat and a thick gold chain around her neck let out a soft, amused giggle at the chaotic spectacle.
She turned her head toward a slender figure standing tightly beside her and smiled.
”Little Juuzou~ do you see that?
Every single one of them is singing my praises.
You should be grateful to me too, you know~ If it weren’t for me, you’d be down there right now, waiting to be put on the auction block~ Lit-tle Juu-zou~”
The moment she finished speaking, the slender figure immediately dropped to his knees, burying his face right against the woman’s shoes.
”Yes, Mama-san.
Juuzou loves Mama-san the absolute most…”
On the ground floor, Kenji had already donned a heavy black hooded cloak, easily blending into the chaotic crowd of ghouls filling the lower stands.
Looking at the hundreds of red-eyed, roaring monsters surrounding him, Kenji forcefully suppressed the explosive killing intent boiling in his chest.
The ghouls filling the lower tiers were nothing more than pathetic C-rate and B-rate small fry.
While unleashing his power right now would allow him to effortlessly slaughter every monster in the room, it would also cause the true, high-value targets to bolt for the exits.
His objective for this raid wasn’t merely to rack up numbers by killing ordinary trash; he needed to personally execute Big Madam to extract her World Force!
That was his true target.
Therefore, until he pinned down Big Madam’s exact location, he would absolutely not beat the grass and alert the snake.
First floor, second floor, third floor.
Since the ground floor is packed with these B-rate and C-rate bottom-feeders, what rank of ghouls are occupying the second tier?
In a standard auction layout, the higher the position, the grander the status of the clientele.
If they are adhering to that convention…
Kenji’s gaze snapped upward, locking dead onto the exclusive VIP suites of the third floor.
There, several dark silhouettes were standing by the railings, looking down at the amphitheater like gods surveying their kingdom.
The hyper-acute instincts inherited from the Heavenly Tyrant immediately pulsed with a violent warning: the silhouettes resting on the third floor were definitely not simple.
The raw baseline capability of those figures was easily at the level of an S-rate ghoul!
His mind involuntarily flashed back to the tiny, mutilated girl he had just seen in the subterranean holding cell.
”Finally…
found you.”
Down below, the auction had reached its absolute zenith.
A series of large, iron cages containing living humans were wheeled onto the center stage.
The moment the auctioneer dramatically yanked away the heavy canvas tarps, a group of children—ranging from toddlers as young as three to teenagers of fifteen, both boys and girls—stood completely exposed under the blinding glare of the spotlights.
They stared at the stadium of feral, salivating monsters with eyes wide with unadulterated horror.
Even though their young minds had already deduced what grim fate awaited them, the sheer sight of hundreds of ghouls staring down at them with blood-red eyes and ravenous, unmasked greed completely shattered what little emotional defense they had left.
They broke down.
At the end of the day, they were just a group of children.
The surrounding ghouls, particularly the starved C-rate bottom-feeders, began to drool profusely at the sight of so much young, vibrant flesh.
The intoxicating, sweet aroma of youthful human blood radiating into the air was enough to drive them completely insane!
If this hadn’t been explicitly designated as Big Madam’s personal territory, they would have already leaped from the stands to tear those children to shreds!
The suffocating, predatory weight of hundreds of monstrous gazes proved too much for the children to bear, causing their psychological walls to cave in completely as they wept in sheer despair.
”Waaah!
I want to go home!
I want my mommy!
Mommy!”
”Please don’t eat me!
I beg of you!
Please just let me go back!
My grandma and grandpa are still at home waiting for me to take care of them, waaah!”
”Help!
Why hasn’t the CCG come to save us yet?!
I don’t want to die!”
”Is anyone there?
Can anyone out there save us?
Please!
I beg of you, can someone please save us?!”
The guttural roars of the ravenous ghouls, the agonizing wails of the helpless children, the manic screeching of the auctioneer…
a chaotic symphony of noise battered Kenji’s eardrums.
Yet, in this exact moment, everything around him seemed to plunge into a dead, absolute silence.
Slowly, the chaotic noise faded, until only a single, crystalline command echoed in the depths of his soul:
Kill every single one of them—
Zheng!
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