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Tokyo Ghoul: Draugr's Descent

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In the shadows of Tokyo's ghoul-infested streets, a foreign student named Eiríkur lives a quiet life—too pale, too distant, too rooted in something forgotten. He came seeking peace. Instead, he becomes the vessel for a legend. When a catastrophe at the 11th Ward exposes illegal ghoul experiments, Eiríkur's blood reacts violently to a modified RC virus. He survives an event that should have killed him, only to awaken days later with a monstrous hunger and an ancient voice in his mind. His body doesn’t regenerate like a ghoul’s—it endures, cursed with ice, runes, and deathless strength.But power has a price. And love, even in a world of monsters, may demand more than death. A tale of myth, memory, and frost in the heart of a broken city—Draugr’s Descent is a saga of what happens when gods don’t return… but crawl back up from the grave.
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Chapter 1 - Whisper Beneath the Bones

Tokyo, that city pulsing with life and death, laughter and screams. Eiríkur had always felt like an outsider here. Not just because he was a Northern European exchange student with eyes too pale and features too sharp, but because something ancient slept in his blood — and Tokyo, with its strange disappearances and whispered rumors of "ghouls," stirred it.

Eiríkur came to Tokyo to study comparative mythology. He was fascinated by the old gods, particularly the Norse — tales of blood-soaked warriors, cursed undead, and beings who transcended death. The draugr had always haunted his thoughts — those revenants with strength beyond men, immune to decay, and cursed with insatiable hunger. He never imagined how relevant that fascination would become.

One rainy night, Eiríkur attended a small underground exhibition of ghoul-related artifacts — a black-market event rumored to contain actual remnants of ghoul DNA. Curiosity and recklessness drove him. But something went wrong. A radical anti-ghoul group crashed the event, releasing a modified RC virus bomb, meant to kill all ghouls present.

Eiríkur was human. He should have died.

Instead, the virus — a twisted blend of ghoul cells and human experimentation — reacted with his dormant bloodline. He collapsed, convulsing, his body reshaping itself. He woke up three days later in the morgue.

He was… changed.

His kagune was like nothing anyone had seen before — obsidian black, riddled with frost-like cracks that shimmered with pale blue energy. It emerged from his back like serpentine tendrils, heavy and ancient. They hummed like forgotten runes and pulsed with rage.

Eiríkur felt the hunger, but he also felt something colder — something older. His reflection began to warp. His eyes glowed not red, but icy white. His skin, under stress, took on a faint grey-blue hue. He didn't regenerate like other ghouls — he endured. Even fatal wounds knit back together not with speed, but with stubborn, relentless will.

He had become a Draugr, the revenant of Norse myth reborn in modern Tokyo.