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TOKYO GHOUL: SELCOUTH

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One is never prepared for Death. Nay, you cannot know when the date/minute/exact moment the cold scythe kisses your nape. Well, unless you had your own means planned out...for the inevitable journey to the afterlife. Kain Bleart shall be clustered as such. Not everyday a bartender-cum-barista gets the chance to shove a cork opener into someone's eye— Not having been overly religious, Kain ascends from the fold of mortality and into the embrace of peaceful darkness–his expectations were average, an eternity of calm and boredom until an ROB picks him out as a chess piece into whatever other Universe that exists– as he had read in fiction literature. Oh! Little did he know! Hell–if it exists– would've been better, in comparison to what he experienced. Pain! Every waking second. Every movement. Every single thought. His sanity had been stripped off of him. He was alone. No gods to reincarnate him as in the novels. No eternal bliss as in the various sacred texts. But he adapted. And through every adaptation, one evolves. He finds his own way into a Universe and integrates himself into a much chaotic world of fiction. He was powerful. He cannot be shackled by the obligations of mortals. Forget being a Pawn, he aims to be the Game Master. Indulge yourselves in his journey, as he discovers and revels in the flow of Chaos. ___________ NOTICE: The Cover solely doesn't belong to me, as well as the original. Credit to be directed to those that deserve it. This is uncharted territory to me. I'm trespassing on a path new to me (Fanfiction). The sole reason for any FF writer out there, to grind through the chapters, is simply because the original was sub par to our expectations and everyone basically possesses their own imaginative prowess. Thus, we Write! You shall realize, this is AU (I'll integrate mild cannon points into it however). What to expect; 1. A Harem (As a member of the No-Harem faction, I shall understand if you turn your back on this novel right here and now coz of this. I appreciate your interest thus far.) However, to those that might swallow their disgust and disappointment for 'Harem' and stick around— I appreciate it and be at ease, this is no Pokemon farming. Love interests shall posses value (Max 3) 2. Slightly above average Descriptive writing. 3. Engaging and meaningful dialogues (Might be of less quality at first, but improvements moving forward.) 4. A broader Universe from the Original. 5. Spotlight to other characters and not just on the MC. What not to expect; 1. A bleeding heart MC. 2. Tasteless romance. 3. Bland worldbuilding. 4. Midiocre face slapping. 5. Low tier grammar. Let's move forward together from henceforth. A Reader begets a Writer! Support through commenting~reviews~opinions~critique~discussions~STONES~votes~collections...and the like. My updating frequency shall mirror your support. I'll appreciate commenting most, after all, I can't read minds. Hope to see you in the chapters!
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