Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1258 Visitors from Hueco Mundo
However, after the fierce battle with Golzan and Melba, Busujima Saeko deeply felt the lack of strength.

Although she bravely attempted the attack, the effect was not satisfactory.

After the battle, whenever it was late at night or the sun was setting, as long as she had free time, Busujima Saeko would resolutely transform into the god of death and immerse herself in endless training.

She didn't want to face the despair of being unable to change anything again, and her determination was as solid as a rock, unwavering.

However, one night during her relentless pursuit of power day after day, an unprecedented sense of terror and oppression suddenly descended upon her like thunder, instantly penetrating her soul and causing her body to tremble uncontrollably.

This power did not come from the violent storms outside, nor the raging waves within her heart, but rather was a pure and profound spiritual pressure that surpassed all her cognition.

Busujima Saeko's pupils suddenly shrank, as if they were suddenly grasped by an invisible giant hand. She turned her head suddenly, and her sight penetrated the tightly closed window and fixed on the distant sky.

At that moment, her eyes were not only flashing with horror, but also with a hint of unbelievable shock.

She was very familiar with this spiritual pressure. It was a unique symbol of the world of death and a direct manifestation of powerful spiritual power.

In the spirit state of the Grim Reaper, Busujima Saeko's perception ability was released unprecedentedly, as if the whole world became transparent before her eyes.

The terrifying spiritual pressure was like an invisible wave, hitting her body wave after wave, almost suffocating her.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her inner panic, and looked firmly in the direction where the spiritual pressure came from.

"This spiritual pressure...how can it be so strong!?"

There was a tremor of disbelief in her voice.

As a layman in the world of death, although she has gained considerable understanding of the world of death through comics and anime, the gap between reality and fiction is by no means easy to cross.

The strength of this spiritual pressure is definitely not something that an ordinary god of death can possess.

"Why would a spiritual pressure of this intensity suddenly appear in the world of the living?"

Busujima Saeko pondered secretly in her heart, with confusion and anxiety written all over her face.

She understood that the rules of the world of death were completely different from the real world, but the scene before her completely overturned her cognition.

Reality is often more magical and incredible than fictional stories.

Although her heart was full of doubts, Busujima Saeko did not back down.

The owner of this spiritual pressure is at least at the captain level.

In this world where the strong are respected, any slackness may mean life or death.

"Captain level..."

She repeated the words in a low voice, with a mixture of awe and determination in her tone.

No matter what is waiting for her ahead, she must confirm and face it personally.

So, Busujima Saeko walked to the window resolutely and gently pushed it open.

Outside the window was an abyss dozens of meters high, but in her eyes, it seemed only one step away.

She jumped without hesitation, her figure drawing a graceful arc in the air, as if even gravity could not restrain her freedom.

Under Newton's relieved and slightly surprised gaze, Busujima Saeko's figure began to fall.

However, at this critical moment, she relied on the power of the god of death to continuously gain momentum in the air. Every time she stepped on the ground, it seemed as if she was stepping on an invisible staircase, and she finally landed on the ground silently.

She jumped lightly and landed on a street lamp, like a feather swaying in the night wind. She stared at the direction where the spiritual pressure came from, and her figure flashed, like the brightest star in the night sky, and disappeared from the street lamp in an instant, leaving only a trace of afterimage.

……

In an empty square, the space seemed to be torn apart. After a flash of shadow, Busujima Saeko's figure appeared out of thin air.

She covered her chest and gasped for air, her chest rising and falling violently with every breath.

Continuously using instant movement to travel put a huge strain on her body. Even the god of death has his limits.

"This is it, the source of spiritual pressure."

Busujima Saeko looked up at the empty square, her eyes filled with both vigilance and curiosity.

The moment she arrived here, her perception ability was stimulated to the limit, as if every inch of the air was filled with oppression, making every step she took extremely difficult.

The powerful spiritual pressure that permeated the space was like invisible shackles, tightly binding her body and making her feel unprecedented heaviness.

This spiritual pressure did not come from a certain person or an object, but it was as if the entire space was exerting pressure on her, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

Busujima Saeko took a deep breath, trying to calm her inner panic.

She looked around, trying to find the source of the spiritual pressure, but there was nothing around except an empty square and a few sparse trees.

This made her feel confused and lost.

"Is it...hidden somewhere?"

Just when Busujima Saeko was full of doubts and frowned, a low and penetrating voice, like a dark flower quietly blooming in the night wind, sounded behind her without warning.

"They have not yet stepped into the soil of the real world. The spiritual pressure you sensed is nothing more than the aftermath of their inadvertent leakage when they passed through the gap between the two worlds."

These words were like a thunderclap, exploding suddenly in Busujima Saeko's heart.

Her face turned pale in an instant, as if suddenly attacked by a cold winter wind; her eyes suddenly widened, revealing a look of disbelief.

She turned quickly, her movements swift and decisive, like a cheetah about to hunt, but when her eyes swept across the empty space behind her, there was nothing else except the rustling of leaves in the breeze.

The cold sweat on her forehead gleamed under the light, but she had not noticed any signs of approaching life. This dereliction of duty made her feel an indescribable chill in her heart.

The moment she turned around, a figure quietly emerged in the night, as if it was a part of the night, blending perfectly with the surrounding environment, until he took the initiative to show up and reveal his true appearance.

That face, despite the passage of time, is still familiar, like a never-faded photo from the old days, making Busujima Saeko's heart beat faster involuntarily.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

That familiar yet slightly unfamiliar voice, like a long-lost spring breeze blowing through the heart, awakens dusty memories.

A hint of surprise flashed across Busujima Saeko's eyes, and she blurted out:

"Mr. Luther!"

As soon as this name came out, it was as if the floodgates of memory were opened, and all the past memories came flooding back like a tide.

Since that separation, Busujima Saeko has hovered on the brink of life and death several times, fighting against those soul-devouring Hollows, but has never seen Luther again.

(End of this chapter)