Binge Eater Tokyo Ghoul Novels & Stories

Fall into the bottomless pit. Even if I never get to roast you over open fire, gluttons have their place in Hell. I’d watch her eat and eat—until her body gave up. And once she passed out from the binge, I’d simply place a pillow over her face. No struggle. No blood. No mess. They’d call it cardiac arrest. Sleep apnea. Post-binge complication. Easy as fucking pie. And she’d never feel a thing. Another knock. Right on cue. She opened the door again, and in came the smell that even made my stomach growl. A second delivery. And this time—it was steak.

Haup! She eat like a starving ghost and took a whole piece of meat inside her mouth like its nothing. And at her opposite Aqua can also be found chugging down food and alcohol at the same speed as Megumin. Aqua - Haup! *Gulp*! Haup! *Gulp*! Even when both of their mouth is full they keep chugging food after food and drink after drink, like they are afraid the food and drinks will disappear if they don't eat it fast enough...

Focused entirely on the food, all three were binge eating. Ding Hao did not know how much he had eaten. There were probably at least four or five tons of meat in his stomach, all lean meat of the Surviving Species of the Untainted Land. Their impurities had been removed by Tianshu as he stewed the pot. After the tender greasy meat slithered down their throats, it would immediately turn into balls of pure energy, diffusing into their limbs and bones... It was really a perverse kind of cultivation. Ding Hao sat up and looked at Tianshu with new eyes.

Heart Eater’s ingredients? Thomas frowned in confusion and asked, “Isn’t the Heart Eater’s ingredients the ‘Hell Flower’ that blooms from absorbing the essence of the human body?” Mr. Cole shook his finger. “You’re only half-right.” He looked around and said in a low voice, “The ingredients of the current antidote are indeed Hell Flower. But the ingredients of Heart Eater have other things besides Hell Flower.” “What is it?” Next, Mr. Cole said a name that Thomas had never thought of.

He was at least cooking this goblin's meat before he ate it. He cut up the goblin's meat and grilled it so much that he couldn't realize it was a goblin steak. Chomp! Yao Tai directly nibbled at the meat and quickly swallowed it. He felt like he was going to vomit up the meat. He closed his eyes and erased those thoughts inside his mind

“The boss says we have to kill at least one player today. You’re such a slacker!” “I haven’t had any good grilled food in all the years I’ve been dead. Even if there’s no taste, I still want some.” “Hmm, I guess you’re right. We’ll only have the energy to go killing once we eat.” They spoke as though there were no other people around them and had their vigorous discussion without a care. As for why they did not even suspect that I was another player, well, that was because of Jorvan. Two ghouls could not resist the scent of the food in the end and came over to have a seat.

It was more of a brooding, indifferent repose…like he still suffered from the guilt that plagued him. “You know, if she was here, she’d have made a better-tasting meal,” I chuckled humorlessly as I stabbed the piece of meat with my fork. Meat was the only thing I knew how to do well enough. The rest on the plate was a mangled scramble of nonsense. Green, red, and whatever colors looked edible, mashed into the plate, hoping it tasted like it could fit in the stomach. We were immortal, so poisoning wasn’t a concern. Muzan looked up, brows raised, eyes dull. “Yeah. I noticed.”

“Eat. You’re too skinny,“ Raiden said, before taking a big bite out of his burger. I started to eat too, but at the same time, I was curious to see if Atalanta would eat everything. If she even could. Raiden and Suzie were thinking the same thing I was, because I noticed all of us staring at the same big-eyed young woman who was taking small bites of her food. Raiden nudged my shoulder, “she even eats like a mouse.” Suzie glared at my friend, “at least she doesn’t eat like an animal. Have you ever heard of chewing? It’s like you’re trying to swallow that burger whole.” I chuckled. Raiden did eat like a caveman.

Vision swimming, head ringing, choking on pain and more than a little caught off guard Brandon held his stomach and looked up from beneath his tear stained lashes. And froze in disbelief and horror. Two olive skinned Ghouls stood before him, slowly stalking closer to him. Closing in for the kill. These Ghouls were reminiscent of the Ghouls that had attacked Ezekiel’s home and killed Billy the bee keeper....but Brandon instantly knew that these were not the same beasts.

Nneamaka laughed. “Uwa eju afo (nothing on earth can satisfy)” Ejima added as they returned their attention to the cassava. She was about to pick the third cassava when she suddenly felt a weight on her head. She tried to lift her hand, to make sure she was not imagining things, but her hands would not obey. They had developed minds of their own, causing Ejima's world to spin. The strength in her body had veered into the strength of water, and every attempt to make sense of the situation threatened to mask her world with darkness.