Tokyo Ghoul: Codename Glutton

Passionate, a little spicy, a wish-fulfillment story, passionate, terrifying, thrilling: that’s most of this novel.

When I woke up in an abandoned laboratory, I had the entire plot of Tokyo Ghoul in my head, but my body had become “Gluttony,” the top-secret experimental subject of the “Greenhouse,” a monster that could evolve by devouring others. From the start, I was hunted into Tokyo’s darkest district, Ward 24. There are no laws here, only mutated ghouls, mechanical cleaners, and terrifying beings infiltrating from other dimensions.

Dragging my severed arm behind me, I fled into the “Mudpit” and gnawed the kagune from my first ghoul amid the garbage. From then on, I devoured more than flesh and blood: I consumed my enemies’ memories, abilities, and fates. I saved Black Rabbit Touka from the death she was supposed to suffer, swallowing her tragedy whole. I tore apart the logic monster created by “Doctor” K and digested its dimensional code. When SSS-ranked Ice Phoenix Shuang Tianyao pinned me to a wall with wings that froze time and space, I shattered her absolute-zero domain and planted Gluttony’s mark in the cracks of the ice.

The CCG sees me as a walking catastrophe. The “Doctor” organization wants to reclaim me, their runaway key. But all I want is to devour all of Tokyo’s darkness and sit on a throne piled high with kagune, machinery, and data, looking down on the world whose rules I have rewritten.