To Unravel

With a sudden, disorienting jolt, Grey was yanked violently through the void, spinning uncontrollably as the world around him blurred into a vortex of colors and sensations. 

The system had found a suitable world, but something felt off—a dark presence loomed, growing more intense as Grey was flung toward his destination.

The moment Grey was spat out from the void into this new world, he was immediately struck by the overwhelming darkness that engulfed the air. 

The sheer malevolent aura pressed against him, choking his breath as it gnawed at his senses.

And then, he saw it.

"what in the-"

Towering over him, standing at least 10 feet tall, was a being clad in thick, black armor that seemed to absorb the surrounding light. 

Its presence radiated unimaginable evil, and the ground trembled beneath its feet. The being's red eyes gleamed from within its helmet, a malevolent gaze piercing through Grey's very soul. In its hand, it held a massive trident, the edges of which seemed to ripple with dark energy.

The creature's deep, guttural voice rumbled through the air, shaking the very ground beneath them.

"Get out."

Before Grey could react or even fully comprehend what he was facing, the armored being lunged forward with incredible speed. 

The dark trident slashed across Grey's torso, sending a searing pain through his body as blood sprayed into the air. The force of the attack was overwhelming. 

Grey gasped, his breath caught in his throat as the sheer power of the blow ripped through him like a current. 

His vision blurred as he staggered back, feeling the deep wound stretch across his chest. He could already feel his consciousness fading, unable to withstand the force that had struck him.

The vision blurred as the last thing he saw was dark red eyes.

The void portal behind, dragged him back with a violent pull. 

The pain from his wound surged through his body, but Grey was barely dead as a log. His bloodied form spun helplessly as the darkness of the void consumed him once again. 

Everything faded to black.

Inside the void, the system worked frantically, assessing the damage and attempting to stabilize Grey's battered body.

[WARNING!! MASSIVE SOUL DAMAGE DETECTED!]

[ERROR!... HOST'S CONDITION CRITICAL... TEMPORARY HIBERNATION INITIATED... STABILIZING SOUL SIGNATURE...]

[REMOVING FILTERS....DETECTING NEARBY WORLD....WORLD FOUND!]

Unknown time later,

I could hear faint noises and whispers, like someone is talking, standing far away...

I slowly woke up, it felt like an eternity of darkness. My mind is still clouded.

The last thing I remembered was that overwhelming force. 

Wait...I remember now, I can't mistake it...the memories of him haunted me for years when i was child back in the day.

'Sauron!!' 

to meet him, well, to get struck by him this early is truly terrifying and cool if I think about it though

'Damn, I never knew it still is in me, somewhere deep..'

My torso screamed in agony, forcing me to stop thinking. 

My hand quickly went to my chest, and I felt the wound still there—a deep slash that pulsed with a sickening burn beneath the bandages. 

I could tell that the wound resisted my healing factor. The only thing that could stop my dragonic healing factor combined with blessings, was what I hated the most, 

'stigma..!!' 

A curse mark imbued with dark energy, can only be used my high-level magic users to stop their enemies from healing.

I sighed as I cant do anything at this moment.

there is much important things i need to do at this moment....I scanned my surroundings. 

This place was nothing like the dark, twisted world where Sauron had struck me down. 

Instead, I am in some run-down apartment. The paint on the walls was peeling, and an old ceiling fan creaked as it spun lazily overhead.

The bed beneath me made noise as I shifted my weight—springs, tired and worn out, just like the rest of the room. 

Everything felt too ordinary, too normal for what had just happened to me.

I slowly moved, trying to sit up,

Then I noticed—a young girl, no older than sixteen, sitting in a corner of the room with her face buried in an English learning book. 

She didn't seem to notice me at first, but then she did, her eyes widened with shock. 

She bolted from her chair, knocking it over in her haste, and ran out of the room, yelling for her mother.

I winced and tried to make sense of it all. 

'How the fuck did I end up here?' 

The question was only thing in my head as I pushed myself upright despite burning pain. 

I took another look around. 'well this doesn't appear to be a evil god's lair 'Everything in me said this place wasn't dangerous, but I couldn't let my guard down just yet.

Before I could put any more thought into it, I heard footsteps rushing toward the room. The door swung open, and the teenage girl returned, this time with an older woman trailing behind her. 

She had a worn, kind face, though her eyes flickered with a mix of concern and suspicion as she cautiously approached me.

Okk, saying her old woman is an overstatement. now that i look at her carefully, she is very beautiful, ordinary looking yet has a natural charm. 

Slender and fairly tall, with light skin and chest-length brown hair loosely tied toward the left side of her shoulder, three delicate flowers tucked in her hair. Her brown eyes, kind and warm, mirrored the same care I'd seen in her daughter's, though there was an underlying weariness in them, probably from years of hardship. 

She was wearing a simple, pale pastel dress, tied at the waist with a braided orange belt—nothing fancy, just an ordinary outfit for an ordinary day. 

Yet, somehow, I was charmed by her. Real hard.

"You're awake," she said softly, her voice cautious but gentle. There was something about her tone, like she couldn't quite decide if I was a threat or not. "I wasn't sure you'd make it."

I blinked, trying to push past the fog in my head. "Where... am I?"

She exchanged a glance with her daughter before turning back to me. "You're in my apartment. We found you... injured, barely alive. You were bleeding so much, we didn't know what to do, but I couldn't just leave you there."

"Thank you... you saved me, Mrs.?" I said with a soft smile as I tried to mask the sudden crush forming in the pit of my stomach. 

I don't know but something feels off, I am getting sort of nostalgic vibes but I cant put my finger on it...

"Ryouko," she replied, her smile small but sincere. "Just call me Ryouko. My husband died two years ago." Her voice faltered slightly before she composed herself. 

"Please, don't move. You're still hurt." She stepped forward, gently placing a hand on my shoulder to stop me from sitting up

I looked at her again, more carefully this time... 'Oh Fuck Nah! I cant believe I am here' I thought with excitement and little anxious.

The realization hit me. My guess was right. 

I was in the twisted and dark supernatural world of Tokyo Ghoul.