Chapter 1: Ken Kaneki

Every time he arrived in a new world, Wang Bo would take on a new identity.

For example, Jafar, Death, Lightning Thompson, and Justin Hammer. This time, he was no exception, gaining a new identity.

Ken Kaneki!

When he first encountered this name, Wang Bo thought he had come to the world of Tokyo Ghoul and had even replaced the protagonist.

After all, he was indeed a college student working part-time, and he was in Tokyo.

But soon, Wang Bo realized that this was not the world of Tokyo Ghoul.

First, although this was Tokyo, there were no creatures called ghouls. In the world of Tokyo Ghoul, the existence of ghouls was common knowledge, known to almost everyone.

But from the residual information of Ken Kaneki, Wang Bo discovered that there were no ghouls in this world.

Second, in the world of Tokyo Ghoul, the protagonist Ken Kaneki was an ordinary literature student at Kamii University, with a not-so-tall stature and neat black hair, often wearing a white undershirt and a light blue jacket.

Moreover, his personality was very gentle, which was why he was called... Ken the Little Angel by a bunch of silly netizens.

However, the Ken Kaneki that Wang Bo replaced had a bun hairstyle, attended a third-rate university, and was a bottom-tier member of society who often oscillated between working part-time and getting beaten up.

The reason he got beaten was entirely because he had borrowed money from the Yakuza.

Unable to repay the debt, he worked frantically, but no matter how many jobs he took, it wasn't enough to pay off the interest that piled up crazily every day.

It could be said that if nothing unexpected happened, this Ken Kaneki, who shared the same name as the Little Angel Ken, was doomed for life.

The reason he borrowed money from the Yakuza was simple.

Vanity!

His background wasn't good; he came from a rural area in Japan. After getting into a third-rate university in Tokyo through his own efforts, he found that he, a country bumpkin, seemed out of place with the surrounding students and environment.

Driven by inferiority and vanity, and instigated by someone with ulterior motives, he borrowed money from the Yakuza to improve himself, packaging himself as a wealthy second-generation rich kid.

The effect was not bad; he not only made many friends but also got a very beautiful girlfriend.

But good times didn't last long. When it was time to repay the debt, he had no money, so the lie was exposed.

Not only was he mocked by his classmates, but the girlfriend he had obtained also left gracefully, and he himself received a loving greeting from the Yakuza.

By the way, the Yakuza in Japan are what people commonly call... the mafia!

For people like him who couldn't repay the debt, the Yakuza never showed mercy. They chased him every day demanding repayment, and if he couldn't pay, he would receive a loving greeting.

So Ken Kaneki had been working frantically recently.

But as mentioned earlier, no matter how many jobs Ken Kaneki took, he couldn't pay off the interest that piled up crazily every day. Eventually, this interest would completely crush Ken Kaneki.

In fact, when Wang Bo replaced Ken Kaneki, Ken Kaneki was already on the verge of collapse.

He hid in his rented room, his mind full of thoughts of suicide. In Ken Kaneki's view, as long as he killed himself, everything would be relieved.

It was at this moment that Wang Bo replaced Ken Kaneki.

Wang Bo accepted the last remnants of information left by Ken Kaneki, and from this information, he analyzed a very interesting thing: this group of people was pushing Kaneki to the brink of death.

They were constantly squeezing Kaneki, coming to trouble him every few days. In Wang Bo's view, it was a bit excessive.

But this group was doing it with relish, even somewhat deliberately.

So Wang Bo suspected that this group was pushing Kaneki to the brink of death, with the aim of making him commit suicide. Wang Bo wasn't entirely sure of the specific reason, but judging from the Yakuza's behavior, this possibility was high.

They even secretly sent people to follow Kaneki, seemingly wanting to confirm whether Kaneki would actually commit suicide, or perhaps when he would do it.

From this, Wang Bo believed that Kaneki had been targeted by them a long time ago, starting from when he borrowed money; Kaneki had fallen into a trap.

But Wang Bo really didn't understand why this group of Yakuza was doing this.

Kaneki's background was very simple; he was just a poor kid. His relatives and social circle were also very ordinary.

Wang Bo couldn't figure out what exactly about Kaneki was worth the Yakuza making such a big fuss.

Although he wasn't clear about the reason, Wang Bo knew there was one benefit to this.

That was responsibility.

Murder is a crime, but suicide is not.

If the Yakuza drove Kaneki to suicide, they could completely avoid legal liability, at most facing social condemnation. And if they managed it well and suppressed the matter, they could even avoid social condemnation.

After all, Kaneki himself was not a big shot.

He was just a nobody from the Japanese countryside. Every year, countless nobodies like him go missing in Japan.

So no one would care about the life or death of a nobody.

But this was contradictory: since Kaneki was a nobody, why use such methods?

Without a doubt, there must be something here that he didn't know.

Wang Bo was not a person with a very strong curiosity. If he encountered an unsolvable problem, he wouldn't desperately search for the cause—that wasn't Wang Bo, that was a detective.

So soon, Wang Bo put the matter out of his mind, changed his sleeping position on the bed, and fell asleep comfortably.

...

The next morning, at dawn.

Wang Bo slowly opened his eyes and found that the sky had already brightened. Soft sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating this small room of less than thirty square meters.

This was a very standard Japanese cramped apartment. Apart from the bathroom and kitchen, it was as narrow as could be.

Besides the tatami, there was very little to see in the room: no bed, no table, no wardrobe, no TV, no coffee table, not even a chair.

Miserable, truly miserable.

Wang Bo really didn't know how Kaneki had managed to live in this place for a year.

He had to admit that human endurance was sometimes surprisingly remarkable.

After getting up, Wang Bo yawned, took out a black-and-white casual outfit from his fourth-dimensional pocket, changed into it, washed up briefly, and walked out of the room.

The place he was living now was Tokyo's Edogawa Ward, the easternmost ward of Tokyo. Because it was separated from Chiba Prefecture by a river, its economic development was not highly regarded. Moreover, a large number of Indian laborers lived in the Koiwa area, so in the eyes of Tokyoites, it was a typical example of dirtiness, disorder, and poor quality.