Harry doesn't want to be a wizard, he wants to be a superhero

On the golden reflective membrane, a huge crack instantly spread out, and the spiritual particles at the edge of the crack peeled off like shattered ice.

Aizen's smile finally froze, his pupils filled with undisguised astonishment.

He never imagined that anyone could cut the spirit structure of the antimembrane so directly; it was something that should never have happened!

Before Aizen could react, Harry had already sheathed his sword and lunged forward like an arrow.

He clenched his right fist, and thick golden spiritual particles condensed on his fist, forming a thin halo.

Aizen instinctively raised his hand to block, only to find that his arm was slightly bound by the surrounding spiritual particles.

The moment Harry swung his knife, he had already subtly altered the local flow of spiritual particles within the anti-membrane, slowing down his movement. In his moment of distraction, Harry was completely unaware of this.

Therefore, bound by the spirit particles, Harry's fist slammed solidly into Aizen's cheek, the dull thud echoing within the anti-membrane.

Aizen's body instantly lost its balance, flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the inner wall of the membrane. The golden halo was shattered instantly, and his body flew out of the membrane and crashed to the ground.

Harry ignored Aizen and stood still, slowly opening his fist as the golden spiritual particles gradually dissipated.

He looked at the disheveled Aizen, his eyes showing no trace of smugness, only a calm certainty:

"The antimembrane is an extension of Hueco Mundo, but it is also composed of spiritual particles. However, my Zanpakuto can control all spiritual particles, including Hueco Mundo."

Aizen slowly stood up, glanced at the vigilant captains around him, and slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He looked up at Harry, his eyes finally devoid of all nonchalance, leaving only pure seriousness and anger:
"I see. Harry Potter, the Zanpakuto that controls spiritual particles, you certainly didn't disappoint me."

So you've been hiding your strength all this time for the same reason as me—the Hogyoku?

"The Hogyoku?" Soi Fon's voice rang out first, a hint of shock flashing in her beautiful eyes. Immediately, all the captains' gazes were drawn to Harry as if by a magnet.

If Harry's target is also the Hogyoku, then all his previous actions were no longer intended to fight for the Soul Society, but were likely part of a more covert conspiracy than Aizen's!

Just then, someone whispered, "Look at his hands!"

All eyes immediately focused on Harry's palm. Sometime during the night, his right hand, which had been hanging by his side, had been slightly raised, palm facing upwards, revealing a dark purple spherical gem lying there quietly.

The gemstone's surface gleamed with a warm yet eerie luster, and inside, fine white lines moved like living things. It was the Hogyoku that Aizen had recently taken from Rukia's body and carried with him in the anti-membrane!
The air fell into a deathly silence, with only the wind blowing from Hueco Mundo whipping up the gravel and making a piercing sound.

Kyoraku Shunsui's pupils contracted slightly, and he subconsciously took half a step forward: "That's... the real Hogyoku? How did it end up in Captain Potter's hands?"

He clearly remembered that Aizen had kept the Hogyoku close to his body when he defected, and Harry had not approached the location of Aizen's storage when he fought him just now, yet the Hogyoku seemed to have appeared out of thin air in Harry's palm.

Aizen looked at the Hogyoku in Harry's palm, the anger in his eyes fading slightly, replaced by a deeper confusion:

"You were able to take the Hogyoku without me noticing, and even I only noticed something was wrong after a while. Is this the power of your Zanpakuto, Captain Potter?"
So that’s it. I understand.

In that short time, you manipulated the spirit particles with high precision, causing the Hogyoku space jump and appear directly in your hand.

Not only that, but the instant you took the Hogyoku, you created a dense, spherical spirit in the spot where I had placed it, thus deceiving my senses. Impressive, Captain Potter.

Aizen's explanation explained to the others why the Hogyoku ended up in Harry's hands, but at that moment their attention was focused on Aizen's words.

Captain Potter's strength is indeed different from usual, and he has indeed been hiding his true strength, but whether his goal is the same as Aizen's—the Hogyoku—is still unknown.

Verifying this is quite simple; the Captain-Commander can easily verify it by simply asking him for the Hogyoku.

If he gives it to me, then Aizen is slandering Captain Potter.

Conversely, if he refuses to hand over the Hogyoku to the Captain-Commander, then it means that what Aizen said is true!
Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni slowly took a step forward, his white haori swaying slightly in the wind blowing from Hueco Mundo. Each step felt like it was stepping on everyone's hearts, instantly silencing the previously noisy discussions.

He didn't look at the restless captain around him, nor did he pay attention to Aizen beside him. His turbid yet sharp gaze remained fixed on the Hogyoku in Harry's palm, which shimmered with a dark purple aura.

“Potter.” The Captain-Commander’s voice was not loud, but it carried the weight and majesty of a thousand years, like an ancient bell echoing on the empty execution platform. “Give me the Hogyoku.”

This statement leaves no room for negotiation, yet it is not overbearing or oppressive; rather, it is a solemn entrustment based on responsibility.

Yamamoto slightly raised his hand, his aged fingers pointing towards the Hogyoku, the fingertips calloused from years of wielding the sword:

"You should be aware of the danger of this Hogyoku. It can break the boundary between Shinigami and Hollows, allow the holder to evolve continuously, and amplify the desires in people's hearts, driving them mad."

You may have the ability to control it, or you may have your own purposes, but the Hogyoku should not fall into anyone's hands.

Its very existence is a threat to Soul Society, Hueco Mundo, and even the Human World.

The surrounding captains nodded in agreement; Captain-Commander Yamamoto's words reflected their concerns.

Kyoraku Shunsui abandoned his previous playful demeanor and solemnly echoed:

"Old man Yamamoto is right. No one can guarantee that they will never be affected by the Hogyoku."

Kuchiki Byakuya nodded slightly, clearly agreeing with the idea that the Hogyoku needed to be under unified control.

Seeing that Harry did not respond, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's expression darkened slightly, but he still decided to give this exceptionally talented junior a chance. He continued, his voice becoming more somber:
"Aizen has not been completely defeated yet. If the Hogyoku remains in your hands, firstly, it will make you Aizen's primary target, and secondly, no one can guarantee that you won't lose control of him later."

Hand it over to me, and I will temporarily seal it away in the name of the Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13.

"Once we deal with Aizen, we'll find a way to completely destroy him and eliminate any future threats."

His words contained no suspicion, only a sense of responsibility to protect the Soul Society.

As the Captain-Commander who had lived for a thousand years and witnessed countless crises, he knew better than anyone the terror of uncontrolled power, and understood better than anyone that destroying the Hogyoku was the safest option. As Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni finished speaking, silence fell over the execution platform, all eyes fixed on Harry, awaiting his reply.

The Captain-Commander's reasoning was irrefutable, and the whereabouts of the Hogyoku would directly determine the subsequent course of events at the scene.

Under everyone's gaze, Harry slowly shook his head, meeting Captain-Commander Yamamoto's eyes.

Without the slightest hesitation, the Bengyu in his palm seemed to sense his will, and the dark purple halo subsided slightly, no longer as restless as before.

"I'm sorry, Captain-Commander." His voice was calm, yet clearly carried across the silent execution platform. "I cannot give you the Hogyoku."

These words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly shattering the emotions that the team leaders had just managed to calm down.

Yamamoto's brows furrowed even more as he gripped his cane tightly. It was also his Zanpakuto, Ryujin Jakka, the strongest fire-type Zanpakuto in Soul Society.

The other captains also became alert, placing their hands on the hilts of their Zanpakuto, ready to strike at any moment.

Harry ignored the reactions around him, his gaze sweeping over every Grim Reaper present before finally settling back on the mountain itself, his tone now heavier:
“You’re right, the Hogyoku is indeed dangerous, but my purpose has never been to use its power to control everything. I want it because it is one of the keys to saving the Three Realms.”

Although Harry did want to use the Hogyoku to devour the Soul King and thus take control of the Bleach world, his actions were indeed beneficial to the Bleach world and could save the entire world from collapse.

"Save the Three Realms?" Yamamoto's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible shock. Realizing something, he questioned, "What are you talking about?"

As the Captain-Commander who has protected Soul Society for a thousand years, he does know some truths. The three realms are indeed facing the danger of destruction, but this should not be something that Harry, a captain who is only sixty years old, should know.

"The Spirit King is about to die completely." Harry's voice was low as he revealed the truth that the Captain-Commander and other high-ranking officials had been keeping from him:
"He maintains the balance of the three realms, but he has become weak due to years of constraints. If a new entity that can support the balance of the three realms is not found, the three realms will become unbalanced, collide with each other, and be completely destroyed!"

Upon hearing Harry's words, the Captain immediately realized that Harry truly knew these secrets.

These were secrets that could never be made public, so the Captain-Commander immediately drew his Zanpakuto and attacked Harry, trying to stop him from continuing.

However, his attack was easily blocked by a layer of spiritual energy barrier next to Harry. Now Harry's true spiritual pressure is even stronger than the Captain-Commander's, so he is naturally not afraid of the Captain-Commander's attack.

Although the Captain-Commander's Zanpakuto is known as the strongest fire-type Zanpakuto, his Zanpakuto can be called the strongest in the three realms!
Moreover, no matter how strong one's abilities are, they won't be effective without sufficient spiritual pressure.

Spiritual pressure is the key to a Shinigami's battle!
The Captain-Commander used to suppress others with his spiritual pressure, but now that trick no longer works because he is being suppressed by Harry's spiritual pressure!
Harry, enduring the Captain-Commander's attack, continued with a relaxed expression:

"That's right. Once the Soul King dies completely, the spatial barrier that maintains the Soul Society, the Human World, and Hueco Mundo will collapse instantly. The three worlds will devour each other and eventually return to nothingness. This is not a lie; it is a predetermined ending."

These words plunged the execution platform into utter silence; even the wind seemed to cease its flow.

Kyoraku Shunsui's serious expression was replaced by shock. He subconsciously looked at Yamamoto, only to find that the Captain-Commander's expression had also become solemn.

Based on his understanding of the Captain, there was no doubt that Harry's words were true!

Ignoring the commotion among the captains, vice-captains, and members of various squads below, Harry continued:
"But I have a way to stop all of this."

The Hogyoku can control spiritual particles and break boundaries. It is a part of the Spirit King and can resonate with the essence of the three realms.

With its help, combined with my Zanpakuto abilities, I can rebuild the balance of the three realms, ensuring that even if the Soul King perishes, the Soul Society, the Human World, and Hueco Mundo can continue to exist.

"Captain-Commander, I know you're acting for the safety of Soul Society, but right now, keeping the Hogyoku in my hands is the best protection for all three realms."

Harry's words were firm and resolute, conveying composure and responsibility that convinced everyone.

The captains on the execution platform looked at each other, their eyes filled with complex emotions.

They both doubted the veracity of Harry's words and could not ignore the terrifying prophecy of the destruction of the three realms, and they did not know how to refute him.

Yamamoto remained silent for a long time, his aged fingers unconsciously stroking his cane. Finally, he spoke slowly, his voice tinged with weariness, yet still maintaining the dignity of a Captain-Commander:

"There is no evidence for anything you say. It's too difficult to make us believe you, to believe that a dangerous Hogyoku can save the Three Realms."

"So, Harry, hand over the Hogyoku to me now, and then we'll discuss your proposal together. You can't make this decision so rashly!"

Harry shook his head slightly upon hearing Yamamoto's words, his hand gripping the Hogyoku tightened abruptly, and his spiritual pressure sharpened.

"Captain, I understand your concerns, but negotiations take time, and the crisis in the Three Realms waits for no one." His voice turned colder as his gaze swept over the captains around him, whose nerves were gradually tightening.

“Once the Hogyoku leaves my control, whether it is sealed away, falls into the hands of others, or is destroyed, the opportunity to save it may be missed. I cannot take that risk.”

"You want to defy the will of the Gotei 13?" Yamamoto slammed his cane on the ground, sending shards of stone flying. The spiritual pressure accumulated over a thousand years spread out like a tide, making it almost impossible for the ordinary Shinigami around him to breathe. "Potter, I'm giving you one last chance. Hand over the Hogyoku, and we can still talk."

“There is no room for negotiation. Today, I will stand in the heavens in place of the Spirit King!” Harry’s answer was resolute. He turned to the side and looked at the three Death Gods in the crowd, whose gazes were firm, unlike the bewildered crowd around them.

Harry's voice suddenly rose, carrying an unquestionable command: "Hinamori Momo, Hitsugaya Toshiro, Matsumoto Rangiku, make your move!"

These words struck like a thunderbolt, leaving all the team captains present stunned.

These three are just the vice-captain, third seat, and fourth seat of the 10th Division. Why should we make them take action?

What's the point of making them do it?
However, what happened next was beyond the expectations of many captains. Harry's order was like a thunderclap, exploding in the ears of Matsumoto Rangiku and the other two. They all knew that the great plan had begun!

The next moment, the three of them acted almost without hesitation!
Hinamori Momo was the first to move. She gripped her Zanpakuto, Tobiume, and an intense spiritual pressure instantly rose around her.

The spiritual pressure was no longer the gentle, warm glow of the past, but surged like a wildfire.

Flame-shaped spiritual particles swirled around her, slightly distorting the surrounding air—it was genuine first-class spiritual pressure! (End of Chapter)