People who are interested in comics will never die in the Shura field

The man had heard about the recent events in the area, with three victims in just one week, causing widespread panic.

Wait, isn't this the perfect opportunity to get closer to her? The man immediately volunteered: "Ms. Rize Kamishiro, if you don't mind, would you like me to take you home? Don't let my job as an office worker fool you, I actually have some experience in hand-to-hand combat."

Before Rize Kamishiro could speak, the waitress suddenly threw the bill at them: "Which of you is paying?"

The man immediately took out his wallet to pay the bill, and the waitress suddenly said, "Uncle, since you have a family, don't go out and flirt with other women."

The man felt a little embarrassed by what she said. Why did this young girl have to be so talkative?

Who wouldn't want a thrilling and exciting romantic encounter? It took me a whole afternoon to hook up with such a lovely girl.

But Rize Kamishiro didn't care and continued to look at the man with a smile, as if she didn't care at all that he had a family.

Nonsense, who cares about the relationships between ingredients? As long as the ingredients taste good, that's enough.

The man was overjoyed to find that Rize Kamishiro wasn't angry; it seemed the girl had been attracted by his personal charm.

And so, the two walked out of the coffee shop. The waitress didn't say anything more. As the saying goes, good advice is hard to persuade a stubborn fool. I've already said so much and you're still unmoved, so you can't blame me.

Rize Kamishiro and the man walked in the darkness. The man continued to try to start a conversation: "Miss Kamishiro, what other interests do you have besides reading?"

“Me? I like to eat,” Rize Kamishiro said quietly.

"It's human nature to love food, and I love food too. By the way, I'm quite proud of my cooking skills. Would you like to have a meal together sometime?" the man asked somewhat nervously, afraid that the other person would refuse.

"Let's do it tonight!" Rize Kamishiro's mouth started watering; she was almost at her limit. But they hadn't arrived at their destination yet, and having a meal on the street might cause unnecessary trouble.

The man was completely unaware of the danger that was quietly approaching. The two arrived at Rize Kamishiro's rented room. As soon as they entered the room, the man could vaguely smell a odor, like rotten food scraps.

However, the room was very tidy.

"It's probably because the rental apartment is too old. Ms. Rize Kamishiro doesn't seem like an unhygienic person at all." The man was still daydreaming.

Rize Kamishiro could no longer resist her voracious appetite and pounced on it.

The man was startled. He hadn't expected the girl to be so proactive. "In that case, I won't hold back!" he thought. "Wait, something's not right!"

"Crack!"

Rize Kamishiro tore a large chunk of flesh off the man's shoulder and chewed it with great relish.

The man screamed in terror. He now realized that the seemingly adorable girl was not human at all, but a ghoul.

That's right, this world is called Tokyo Ghoul, also known as Tokyo Ghoul. In this world, there exists a creature that is extremely similar to humans, but feeds on humans. They are the natural enemy of humans and have physical abilities that surpass those of humans.

"Help! Help!" the man screamed in terror.

Rize Kamishiro said while chewing the meat in her mouth, "No need to call, there's no one around."

There was a landlord not long ago, but just a week ago, the landlord was eaten by himself.

"Didn't you say you're good at cooking? Don't be shy, I'll give you a chance, but the person you'll be cooking for is yourself." Rize Kamishiro smiled even more broadly.

The man desperately tried to escape, but how could a human fight off a ghoul?

Moments later, the room was filled with the man's heart-wrenching screams and the sound of his body being bitten and chewed.

A cute little prey was eaten, but that wasn't enough.

Rize Kamishiro prepares to choose her next prey.

Chapter 626 (Main Text 627): What to do after transmigrating to the Tokyo foodie world? I need help urgently!

In the early morning, Yamabuki Hanajin lay lazily in bed, feeling a soft body embracing her.

Looks like I've time-traveled to some girl's bed again today. These days are just too blissful.

I hope I can sleep in a little longer today.

A subtle fragrance enveloped the area, allowing Yamabuki Hanajin to sleep even more soundly.

Not sure if it was her own, Yamabuki Hanajin felt like someone was sniffing her, as if selecting precious ingredients.

Yamabuki Hanajin groggily opened her eyes and saw a very beautiful face. It was none other than Kamishiro Rize.

"Little sister, are you sleeping soundly in your big sister's arms? You can sleep a little longer. I ate a lot last night and can last for half a day." Rize Kamishiro gently stroked Hanako Yamabuki's hair.

Yamabuki Hanakami, half asleep, lay back down on the pillow.

Rize Kamishiro gently massaged Hanako Yamabuki's back with her soft hands.

"Don't be afraid, your older sister will treat you very well. This is the first time your older sister has tasted such a tender body, it will definitely be very delicious." Rize Kamishiro's smile became more and more distorted.

Yamabuki Hanakami has not yet realized the seriousness of the problem.

I continued to lie on my pillow and sleep in.

The surrounding area had a very sweet scent, which made Yamabuki Hanajin feel very comfortable.

If I had to use one word to describe this aroma... it would be the smell of human blood.

Take a deep breath, and the sweet aroma spreads through your nasal cavity, making you feel refreshed and relaxed.

Rize Kamishiro first gently massaged Hanako Yamabuki's shoulders with her hands, the pressure just right.

Then, gently massage Yamabuki Hanajin's slender waist with your hands. The slight pain and soreness are just right, making Yamabuki Hanajin feel so comfortable that she can't help but cry out.

"Little sister, don't make that sound, it will cause misunderstandings. For today's dinner, don't eat anything in the morning or at noon, okay?" Rize Kamishiro whispered in Hanako Yamabuki's ear like a devil crawling out of hell.

Yamabuki Hanakami didn't speak.

Am I dreaming? What a dream start to today! Not only did I wake up to find myself nestled in my older sister's arms, but she's also giving me a massage.

This feeling is so wonderful, I really don't want to get up.

Rize Kamishiro's hands continued to move downwards, and she was massaging Hanako Yamabuki's thighs.

“Not bad, these legs feel really nice. Just by touching them, I can tell you exercise a lot. Kids' legs tend to be soft and tender, which I don’t really like. But regular exercise can balance that softness and tenderness. They’re a good mix of lean and fat. I can’t take it anymore, I’m already drooling!” Rize Kamishiro said, wiping her drool with her hand.

"Hmm? Is something strange about this older sister?" Yamabuki Hanajin's mind wasn't quite clear yet, and she couldn't understand what Kamishiro Rize was babbling about beside her.

“These feet are the most perfect.” Rize Kamishiro held the small feet in her arms. “Because they walk so much, these feet must taste the best. I want to take a bite right now~ No, no, I just ate a big meal last night. If I don’t diet, my body might go out of shape.”

Rize Kamishiro kept shaking her head, which was quite cute.

She held them as if they were treasures, gently stroking their small, white, jade-like feet with both hands.

Yamabuki Hanakami finally woke up a little. Could she have transmigrated into a weirdo's bed today?

But this person is quite savvy. Compared to legs that can be covered up with stockings, breasts that can be surgically altered, and faces that can be made cute through various beauty filters, a pair of crystal clear and adorable little feet are of course the most important.

Unfortunately, many people in this world cannot understand this feeling.

However, the older sister I met today has the same hobby as me. Could it be that we are kindred spirits?

Yamabuki Hanakami opened her eyes a crack.

Rize Kamishiro pounced on her and hugged her dinner tightly, even rubbing her cheek against Hanako Yamabuki's face repeatedly.

"This is the first time you've ever dealt with such adorable Japanese ingredients, big sister. I feel a little reluctant. Should we say something to win you over?" Rize Kamishiro asked with a smile, her eyes narrowed.

Yamabuki Hanajin looked at the purple-haired older sister in front of her. She seemed to have seen her somewhere before, but she couldn't quite remember where.

"Big sister, are you a pervert? Why do you keep smelling my feet?" Yamabuki Hanajin asked.

"Little sister, do you not like having your body touched by others? It's okay, big sister won't offend you anymore. Do you have any clothes you like? You can tell big sister, and big sister will definitely fulfill your wish." Rize Kamishiro held her cheeks in her hands, looking at the top-quality ingredients in front of her with a look of fascination.

If this level of ingredients were seen by those unscrupulous gourmets, they would surely be ruined, right?

As for why we dress up the food?

Plating is also very important in food culture.

It can make the consumer feel happy.

Yamabuki Hanajin saw her clothes next to the bed and silently put them on.

This is a black dress with white lace trim, paired with soft black knee-high socks and ankle boots, giving off a queen-like aura.

"You actually dressed yourself? You look even cuter now." Rize Kamishiro pounced on her again and grabbed Yamabuki Hanajin tightly.

It seems this child is unaware of her situation, but that's alright, I'll explain it to her properly in a bit.

It's also fun to see the ingredients looking panicked.

Although it may affect the taste.

"By the way, I still don't know who big sister is," Yamabuki Hanajin asked.

Rize Kamishiro gave a very formal self-introduction: "Big sister, my name is Rize Kamishiro, or in human terms... a ghoul. How about that, were you scared?"

The action of Yamabuki Hanajin putting on her clothes froze instantly.

Tokyo foodie?

Why did I end up in this kind of world?

I've already been transported to this world, but why am I in Rize Kamishiro's bed? System, are you sure you're not kidding me? This woman has a huge appetite; my small frame probably wouldn't even be enough for one meal.

Yamabuki Hanajin remained silent for a long time before finally raising her head with difficulty to look at Kamishiro Rize: "How do you plan to cook me? Steamed or braised? If possible, could I choose fermented rice wine?"

Rize Kamishiro happily shook her head: "I plan to eat it raw."

What do I do if I accidentally travel to Tokyo's foodie world? I'm about to be eaten alive! I need help urgently!

Chapter 627 (Main Text, Chapter 628) What? I'm Krusepesi? Never mind then.

Rize Kamishiro gently stroked Hanajin Yamabuki's cheek: "Which part of you would you like to be eaten first? Your belly? Your face? Your toes? Or your legs?"

As Rize Kamishiro spoke, she slid her hand over Hanako Yamabuki's body.

"I protest! I'm hungry! I want to eat! Today is supposed to be the last day of my life, shouldn't I at least get a decent meal?" Yamabuki Hanajin raised her hand in protest.

Rize Kamishiro looked troubled: "But if that's the case, it will be very troublesome when I need to exert myself at night."

"I don't care! I need to eat! Otherwise, I'll die right now. My taste will definitely get worse after I die. I can already smell the delicious food hidden in your room," Yamabuki Hanajin shouted.

Rize Kamishiro rested her chin on her hand, looking troubled.

This is, after all, the final requirement for high-quality ingredients; it would be bad if it really affected the taste.

“However, there’s nothing good to eat in my sister’s fridge. She’s a ghoul, she can’t eat human food,” Rize Kamishiro explained.

"Impossible, I don't believe it. There must be desserts hidden in your refrigerator. I can smell the sweet aroma. My nose is very sensitive. You can't fool me." Yamabuki Hanajin's big eyes were full of determination.

"Is there something wrong with this child's nose?" Rize Kamishiro wondered, looking curiously at the ingredients in front of her.

"Alright, go get whatever you want to eat. Don't blame me if you get scared." Rize Kamishiro turned around and lay down on the bed, but her eyes never left Yamabuki Hanajin. It would be a loss if such a high-quality ingredient got away.

It would be even worse if it fell into the hands of those gourmets.

This top-quality ingredient will definitely be carefully cut and then made into all sorts of delicious dishes.

"Those people don't know how to eat properly. Real high-end ingredients are all about enjoying their original flavor. To come from gourmets with so many complicated processing methods, they're just a bunch of bumpkins," Rize Kamishiro thought to herself.

A typical ghoul only needs to eat one corpse a month.

But Rize Kamishiro was completely different; she needed to practice two or three times a week and sometimes didn't even have enough to eat.

Because of the numerous killings she committed, she easily attracted unnecessary trouble. The ghoul group once collectively protested against Rize Kamishiro and even had a battle with her.

As a result, Rize Kamishiro killed more than twenty ghouls in one battle, achieving legendary status and establishing her position in the ghoul world.

He even got the nickname "binge eater".

As for those gourmets, they value refinement.

Cut off the parts of the prey into small pieces, roast them slowly over a low flame, sprinkle with seasonings, and savor them slowly while wearing a suit and tie and holding a knife and fork.

Rize Kamishiro's assessment of this behavior was: "A bunch of hypocrites."

They cannibalize people, but they come up with so many tricks.

At this moment, Yamabuki Hanajin arrived next to the refrigerator and gently opened it.

The sight that greeted her made her gasp, because what was placed in the refrigerator was not sweets, but all sorts of high-end ingredients.

She even saw an eyeball floating in a wine bottle.

Hannibal immediately recognized his expertise.

An ordinary person would have vomited at the sight of this, but Yamabuki Hanajin could smell the sweet aroma emanating from the refrigerator.

Of course, these sweet aromas don't come from the ingredients themselves, but from a jar in a hidden room.

She reached out and gently opened the jar, and a sweet aroma filled the entire room.

Yamabuki Hanajin lightly touched a little with her finger, and it seemed that this thing was actually blood.