Autor Note: Not all stories take place in the same years as they do in the canon.
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Three years had passed, and Liam was already fifteen years old. He had grown to approximately 1.87 meters tall, and his body was muscular and agile, shaped by constant training. He wore his black hair short, always slightly messy, and his appearance was slightly above average—just enough to draw attention without him seeming to notice it. His straight posture and the confident way he moved conveyed a firm, almost intimidating presence, unusual for someone his age.
In the past, some boys had tried to mess with him when they saw him always alone or accompanied only by Carrie, believing that beating him up would draw her attention. A grave mistake.
Liam wiped the floor with them effortlessly. One after another, he took them down in front of everyone and humiliated them enough to set a clear example. From then on, it was enough for him to clench his fists or lock eyes with someone for many to remember that lesson.
Carrie, at seventeen years old, was a beauty for which empires could fall. The difference between growing up miserable and growing up happy, training, taking care of herself, and living a fulfilled life had worked wonders on her. She had grown taller than in canon, reaching five feet nine inches, with a toned, strong, and harmonious body, muscles and curves perfectly defined in all the right places. The way she moved was confident, almost elegant, and every step seemed taken with full awareness of herself.
Her attitude had also changed completely. What others said no longer affected her; a single glance was enough to make anyone stop. Her green eyes—sharp and intense—had everyone in the high school completely captivated. When she got angry, the coldness in her gaze didn't just frighten people—it did something worse. Many tried, absurdly, to make Carrie look at them like that again, as if that contempt were a privilege.
Liam had no choice but to wipe the floor with them every week. It was almost routine. The boys never learned, and for Liam it had become just another chore. A year ago, he also could no longer avoid making it official: he was now Carrie's boyfriend.
Time made the inevitable happen. Although Liam tried to resist at first, he eventually developed romantic feelings for her. Carrie's constant advances—her looks, her smiles, the shared silences—slowly tore down his resistance. In the end, he simply accepted what had always been there.
They were currently at high school, each in their own classroom, talking through telepathy as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Liam, I have two new admirers who seem to think they can start something with me." Carrie smiled as she walked down the hallway, shifting her weight slightly onto one leg, enjoying the situation as she waited for Liam's response.
"They never learn. I'll humiliate them today so they understand they shouldn't think about touching what belongs to me." Liam replied with complete indifference, leaning against his desk with his arms crossed and a calm expression, already fully accustomed to this kind of scene.
"Yesss, I'll be there to see it." Carrie couldn't hide the excitement in her mental voice; she was already counting the minutes until classes ended.
Liam couldn't help but shake his head, letting out an almost imperceptible sigh. Over the years, Carrie had become a bit sadistic. She enjoyed watching those she considered annoying suffer. Even though those boys weren't exactly bad, she loved seeing Liam defend her and make it clear, in front of everyone, that she belonged to him.
"I'm getting bored of waiting. That thing you say you're trying to summon into your dreams still hasn't attacked you—we've been trying for months." Carrie spoke with a hint of impatience, resting her chin in the palm of her hand while looking out the classroom window. She already wanted to kill that monster Liam talked about so much.
"Be patient, it will appear eventually. You just need to stay alert—if you hear my voice in your dreams, wake up and be ready to wake me when I tell you." Liam thought seriously. He had confirmed that telepathy worked even inside a lucid dream, and thanks to that, the idea of luring Freddy Krueger into his dream to kill him by pulling him into reality had been born.
The plan was simple, though dangerous. When Freddy appeared, Liam would wake Carrie. The moment he managed to restrain him within the dream, he would tell her to wake him and drag Freddy into the real world. From there, everything would be easy. With Carrie's telekinesis, killing him would be a piece of cake.
Liam couldn't help but anticipate that moment; he wanted to see what ability he would gain by finishing him off.
Speaking of Carrie's telekinesis, her improvements over those three years had been terrifying. Constant training had worked wonders.
She was now capable of opening massive fissures in the ground, large enough to bury several houses at once. In terms of direct damage, she could destroy a house with a single blow, sending its entire structure flying as if it were made of paper.
Her endurance had reached absurd levels: she could maintain her power at maximum output for hours. Her control had also improved drastically. Where it once took her weeks to carve something, she could now do it in a single day, with extremely high precision. She had also developed a particular fondness for drawing. In her free time, she spent it creating figures and scenes, fully focused, her brow furrowed and her tongue slightly sticking out to one side.
She was capable of drawing with sand or other materials in a matter of hours using only her telekinesis. And thanks to that love for drawing, she somehow managed to alter the molecules of sand or other materials to change their color, creating complete drawings with tones and details.
Liam was stunned the first time he saw her do it. Carrie had no idea how she had achieved it. She had simply desired it… and her telekinesis responded, obeying her will without the need for any explanation.
Speaking of molecular telekinesis, Carrie could now change the temperature of materials until metal reached its melting point, practically turning liquid before her eyes. All it took was for her to fix her gaze or slightly raise her hand for the metal surface to begin glowing red, warping, and finally dripping like thick water.
She had also learned to make fragile things durable and durable things fragile, altering the internal structure of materials. However, everything depended on the type of material; some responded better than others, and Liam had made it clear that abusing this ability could be dangerous even for her.
On top of that, Carrie could cause spontaneous combustion by generating internal heat directly inside living beings. She didn't need flames or physical contact; the heat emerged from within. It was an ability both of them treated with extreme caution, aware of how easy it would be to cross a line of no return.
Her perception had also improved remarkably. She could now sense everything within a range of one hundred meters around her with terrifying precision. She didn't just know that something was there—she knew what it was, where it was, and how it was moving. Her reaction speed, trained relentlessly over the years, had reached a point where Liam was convinced that a bullet wouldn't be able to travel even five meters within her perception range before she stopped it cold, suspending it in midair as if time itself had frozen.
Carrie was now practically a one-person army. Liam couldn't be prouder of her. Every advancement, every new level of control, every improvement was the result of years of discipline, pain, and determination. Soon, they would leave the town, and this time they would do so prepared—ready for it to be Liam who strengthened himself by hunting supernatural beings, so Carrie wouldn't have to carry all the weight alone.
Something very big had also happened in Japan. Tokyo seemed destined for the same fate as other cities before it.
Kaneki had once again been pushed to his limit and ended up transforming into the Dragon, an existence meant to mark the end of humanity as it was known. His mere presence made the city tremble; his colossal body felt like a living sentence.
But from that point on, everything changed completely.
The existence of the Diclonius altered the course of history in a way no one had anticipated.
Lucy had not met Kouta in her childhood.
She had met Kaneki.
From a young age, their encounters had been quiet, awkward, almost innocent. Lucy, marked by fear and the constant rejection of the world, found in Kaneki something she had never had: someone who didn't look at her like a monster. Kaneki, for his part, saw in her a lonely girl, broken in a way he didn't fully understand yet, but that felt close, familiar—like a reflection of his own pain.
They grew up apart, but they never forgot each other. Neither of them did.
Because of this, when Kaneki transformed into the Dragon, Lucy intervened to help him. She didn't hesitate. She placed herself between destruction and him, using everything she was and everything she had. Together, they managed to control the Dragon, causing Kaneki to be reconstructed into something intermediate between Ghoul and Human—yet superior to both.
Lucy's actions inspired admiration among the humans who witnessed it with their own eyes. She was hailed as a heroine, although at first all the blame was placed on Dragon Kaneki. However, after a few days, the true culprits were exposed, causing most of the hatred toward Kaneki to slowly fade away.
What the Ghouls and the Diclonius had endured also came to light. Truths that had been hidden for years erupted all at once, triggering protests throughout Japan over the injustice toward intelligent beings who had no other choice but to live that way. Thanks to this, and to the creation of edible food for Ghouls through the Dragon, life for Ghouls and Diclonius alongside humans in Japan was made easier by both the government and the people.
Additionally, to further increase human support, that same year a kaiju—what creatures like Godzilla were now called—attacked Japan. At that moment, those who defended the country were Kaneki and Lucy, along with several other ghouls. The battle was brutal, but they managed to kill the kaiju known as Anguirus, definitively cementing their image as protectors.
A few months later, Kaneki told his story publicly, generating even more support in Japan for the shared life of humans, ghouls, and diclonius. Although people lamented that only two diclonius remained alive, citizens firmly condemned those who had caused all those cruel acts.
Liam, watching all of this unfold from afar, couldn't help but think clearly about one thing: in this world, he could not expect everything to happen the same way as the stories he once knew. Everything could change through the union of so many different stories, through the interference of wills that were never meant to cross.
Because of that, Liam knew one thing with absolute certainty: he could never let his guard down when he began to involve himself more deeply with what was happening in the world. In this place, any deviation could become a catastrophe… or an opportunity.