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

Chapter 362 Aizen: There is a large amount of power within you that does not belong to you, and you absolutely cannot control it!

The blue spiritual particles in Harry's palm gradually condensed into the shape of milk tea. In the transparent cup, the brown liquid shimmered with a faint luster, and you could even see the tiny water droplets condensing on the cup wall, creating a stark contrast with the barren white sand of Hueco Mundo.

The captain stared at the drink that appeared in the mortal world, his pupils suddenly contracting. For the first time, his aged face lost its majesty, leaving only utter astonishment. The hand holding the Broken Blade even trembled slightly.

"Decompose...decompose everything...transform spiritual particles?" His voice was no longer as deep and steady as before, but instead carried a hint of barely perceptible hoarseness, as if he could not understand the meaning of these few words.

The Scorching Slash was still locked in a stalemate with Harry's Green Slash, but it was clearly losing ground. The green light seemed to have a life of its own, constantly eroding the Scorching Slash and gradually devouring the Captain-Commander's proud power of burning everything.

But at this moment, the Captain-Commander had no time to pay attention to the battle; all his attention was firmly held by the cup of milk tea and Harry's words.

"Impossible..." The captain suddenly raised his voice, his tone almost losing control in his rebuttal:

"How could the control over spirit particles be so complete?"

Even Yhwach, as the pinnacle of Quincy, could only manipulate the spirit form within a limited scope.

Deconstructing everything and then reconstructing it—this isn't the power of the Grim Reaper; it's the power of creation possessed only by the Soul King!

He has lived for a thousand years, and from the day he awakened his Bankai, he has considered himself the strongest in Soul Society.

He had seen countless bizarre Zanpakuto abilities, but he had never heard of anyone being able to manipulate spirit particles at will.

It can dismantle the essence of matter and reshape all things with its will. This goes beyond the scope of a Zanpakuto and is more like the power of a legendary creator.

Faced with the Captain-Commander's questioning, Harry said dismissively, "Captain-Commander, just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. The world is so wonderful, full of countless possibilities."

Upon hearing Harry's words, the Captain's gaze shifted from the milk tea to Harry, his eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions—shock, doubt, and a bewildered sense of having his understanding of the world turned upside down.
"What you showed me before was just the tip of the iceberg? You deliberately hid your true abilities, so who exactly are you?"

He suddenly realized that he had underestimated the boy from the very beginning.

The so-called control over spirit particles is merely a superficial display by the opponent; the ability to decompose and reshape is the terrifying trump card capable of overturning the entire Soul Society's power system.

The green slash advanced once more, the scorching sword pressure emitting a sizzling sound, as if announcing the Captain-Commander's imminent defeat.

But he had no will to resist at this moment. He just stared blankly at the milk tea in Harry's palm. His thousand years of pride and confidence collapsed at this moment.

He finally understood that he was facing an existence far beyond the limits of his comprehension, and that the outcome of this battle was already determined from the moment Harry revealed his true abilities.

The sandstorm in Hueco Mundo seemed to stand still at that moment. Harry looked at the Captain-Commander's still shocked face. Harry's expression was calm. The situation was now settled, and he no longer needed to hide anything.

Harry said calmly and without emotion:
“I am indeed Harry Potter, but I am not from the world you live in. I come from a completely different world where there is no Death or Zanpakuto, only magic, wizards and other things.”

The captain tightened his grip on the Broken Blade, the black flames on the blade flickering violently, as if echoing the turmoil in his heart.

“Another world?” He repeated the words, his aged voice filled with disbelief. “A traveler from another world? How is that possible? Apart from the rifts between worlds, no living being has ever been able to cross the barriers between worlds!”

Having lived for a thousand years, he had witnessed the desolation of Hueco Mundo and the changes in Soul Society, but he had never heard of the existence of another world, which far exceeded his understanding of the rules of heaven and earth.

Harry nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over Aizen, who was silently observing from a distance, and continued:
"Then the Captain's knowledge is still too limited. In the myriad worlds, there are not many, but there are definitely quite a few, powerful individuals with the ability to travel between worlds."

I possess the power to travel between worlds. The reason I came to your world is simply because it is on the verge of destruction, making it easier to control.

The captain angrily said, "So your real purpose is still to harm our world. You are an extraterrestrial demon."

Harry shook his head, his expression remaining calm:
"You can't say that. Even if I hadn't come to your world and things had gone according to their predetermined fate, your world would still have been destroyed decades later because of the fall of the Spirit King. My arrival has simply given you a completely new possibility."

“I don’t think so.” Aizen, who was watching from the sidelines, suddenly said, “We can save our world ourselves. One of the people in our world will become the new Spirit King and replace the old Spirit King to support the three realms.”

Harry glanced at Aizen and said with certainty:
"Do you want to rely on the Hogyoku to ascend to the throne of heaven?"
I'm sorry, but you simply cannot do that.

Even without me, you would have been defeated by Ichigo Kurosaki soon enough; he defeated you, who possessed the Hogyoku, through his own power.

"Kurosaki Ichigo?" Despite Harry's dismissive response, Aizen showed no anger, muttering to himself:

"If it were him, it would indeed be possible."

Even so, I will not give up on the Hogyoku.

Now that I know the reasons for future failures, I can avoid them.

"Come on, Harry, let's fight and decide who will be the final victor!"

Harry shook his head, as if stating a fact: "No, you have no chance of winning."

The captain did not refute, for he truly could not think of any way he could win at this point.

In the past, he had always relied on his superior strength to subdue his enemies, but now that his strength was inferior to Harry's, he had no other options.

But Aizen was different. A slight smile played on his lips as he feigned a question:

"Oh, really?"
Is there really no chance for us to win?
"Now, sense your own state. After the Hogyoku repeatedly increased your spiritual pressure, is there anything that feels out of place?"

Harry carefully assessed his own state and was surprised to find that his perfect control over his spiritual pressure had been significantly delayed.

No matter how powerful the Hogyoku is, the brief increase in his spiritual pressure does not belong to him, but to the Hogyoku.

He can only control a portion of his spiritual pressure, but he cannot perfectly control the other portion.

Aizen, with his masterful strategy, confidently declared:

"It seems you've already realized that you need some time to absorb the extra spiritual pressure within your body, but during this period, your strength will be even weaker than before you absorbed the Hogyoku."

Besides, there weren't just the three of us there.

As soon as Aizen finished speaking, a deafening roar came from behind the distant sand dunes.

Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of massive voids burst forth from the sand and mist, their white masks obscuring the gray sky.

A vast array of sharp bone claws gleamed coldly, and countless scarlet eyes were fixed intently on Harry.

They were clearly being secretly manipulated by Aizen, surging in like a tide and surrounding Harry. The first to pounce on Harry was a giant Gillian, its gaping maw wide open, black Cero gathering in its throat, shooting towards Harry with a powerful surge of spiritual pressure.

At the same time, Captain-Commander Aizen Sousuke attacked simultaneously, unleashing a powerful sword strike at Harry.

But faced with such a powerful combined attack, Harry did not move, he simply raised his left hand.

The spiritual particles surrounding him instantly transformed into dozens of green light blades, precisely slashing at the incoming swarm of voids.

The light blade makes no sound as it cuts through the air, yet it possesses absolute cutting power.

Kylian's Cero was only halfway through its trajectory when it was sliced ​​in half by the light blades. Its massive body was instantly disintegrated into countless blue particles amidst the crisscrossing light blades, leaving it no time to even let out a scream.

As Aizen and the Captain-Commander's attacks landed in front of Harry, Harry's figure suddenly became illusory. He manipulated his spiritual particles to teleport away from his original position in an instant, causing the two powerful slashes to miss their mark, only killing dozens of Hollows.

But the next moment, even more Hollows followed.

Some spread their wings and swooped down from the air, while others used their bone claws to dig through the sand and launch a surprise attack from underground, trying to surround Harry from all sides.

Aizen stood at a distance, quietly observing everything, occasionally cooperating with the Captain-Commander to unleash slashes to distract Harry.

He knew very well that even if Harry could suppress him and the Captain-Commander, his spiritual pressure would eventually run out in the face of this endless Hollow Tide.

But Harry's response far exceeded his expectations.

Harry made a fist with his right hand, and a spiritual core condensed in his palm. As the core spun, the surrounding decomposed ethereal spiritual particles were forcibly pulled towards it, turning into a swirling spiritual storm.

Wherever the storm reached, the Hollows rushing in were like fallen leaves caught in a vortex, their bodies beginning to disintegrate the moment they came into contact with the storm.

Whether it's the black shell, the sharp bone claws, or the scarlet eyes, they all eventually transform into blue spiritual particles, merging into the storm and becoming the power that nourishes the spiritual particle storm.

"This is impossible..." The captain murmured in shock as he looked at the scene before him.

He had never seen anyone so easily convert the ethereal spiritual particles into their own power.

Instead of having his power depleted by the Hollow Tide, Harry continued to absorb Hollow particles, and the spiritual pressure around him grew increasingly dazzling.

As the spiritual storm grew larger, it even began to actively draw in distant Hollows.

Those originally ferocious voids were powerless to resist the suction of the storm and could only watch helplessly as they were decomposed and assimilated.

Aizen's faint smile finally vanished completely; he hadn't expected that his scheming would become nourishment for Harry.

The illusory tides continued to surge, but they were no longer a threat; instead, they became a backdrop for Harry to demonstrate his power.

Harry stood in the center of the spirit storm, the captain's haori fluttering in the storm. He didn't even need to attack; he could simply manipulate the spirit storm to turn all the incoming Hollows into spirit particles.

On the sandy ground of Hueco Mundo, the once densely packed Hollows are rapidly decreasing, leaving only the hum of the swirling spirit storm.

Aizen stood on the edge of the sand dune, completely losing his usual composure.

He watched Harry stand in the eye of the storm, his robes billowing in the wind, and finally couldn't hold back any longer; his voice tightened almost imperceptibly.

"Harry Potter, how did you do that? With the continuous amplification of the Hogyoku, how could you still precisely control your spiritual pressure?"

Upon hearing this, Harry slowly raised his eyes, his gaze piercing through the swirling spiritual storm and landing on Aizen.

He gently raised his right hand, and the rotation speed of the spirit storm slowed down slightly, but it still maintained a strong suction force.

Several Hollows that were trying to escape in the distance were enveloped by the suction force and instantly pulled back, turning into spiritual particles and merging into the storm.

“Precise control?” Harry’s voice was calm. “Early in my world, I was used to controlling power far beyond my own limits. Almost every intense battle forced me to find a balance on the edge of power.”

That's right, Harry, who possesses the power of the Chaos Source, is best at dealing with forces he cannot control.

Harry paused for a moment, then continued, "Compared to those powers, what is this spiritual pressure?"
What you see as the limit, for me, is merely the starting point of my daily training.

As soon as he finished speaking, Harry made a gesture with his left hand, and the spiritual storm suddenly split into several thin streams of spiritual energy, which precisely entangled several Hollows that were trying to attack from the side, and devoured the Hollows at an even faster speed.

Aizen's face darkened completely. He stared intently at Harry, trying to find a flaw in his eyes, but all he saw was calm.

He finally realized that he had not only underestimated Harry's ability to control his spiritual particles, but also underestimated the extent to which Harry could wield power.

This plan to deplete the illusory tide, which he initiated, was a futile scheme from the very beginning.

Even with Aizen and the Captain-Commander interfering, Harry quickly dealt with the Hollows.

Finally, he drew his Zanpakuto, which had transformed into a blade of spiritual light, and addressed the Captain-Commander and Aizen, who were waiting in full battle array ahead:
"It's time to end this, Captain-Commander, Aizen. Once I complete the final step, this world will not be destroyed."

At the same time, I can use this world as an anchor to strengthen the power within me; this is a true win-win situation.

Harry flicked his arm, and the green blade shot out like a streak of light tearing through the heavens and earth, heading straight for the Captain-Commander and Aizen.

Wherever the blade pressed down, subtle ripples appeared in the space. Even the outline of Hueco Mundo in the distance seemed to be shaken by this power. The roars of the low-level Huns had long since disappeared, leaving only the dull hum of the blade pressing down on the air.

The Captain's pupils contracted sharply. The pressure from the blade before him far exceeded that of before. It seemed that Harry Potter had begun to unleash his true power.

The captain dared not be careless. He gripped the flaming katana tightly with both hands, and the black flames on the blade surged violently with all his might.
"Broken Blade - Sun-Devouring Slash!"

He poured all the spiritual pressure of a thousand years into it, and the blade transformed into a miniature black sun, attempting to resist the pressure with extreme heat.

But the moment the green blade pressure collided with the flames, the black sun vanished as quickly as ice and snow meeting the sun. Harry's released blade pressure did not stop at all, pressing straight down on the Captain-Commander's blade.

The captain barely managed to catch the incredibly fast blade strike; his arm began to tremble violently, and veins bulged on his aged face.

Forced by immense force, he had no choice but to retreat, but with each step he took, the vitrified sand beneath his feet cracked with spiderweb-like patterns.

At the same time, Aizen launched a counterattack against another sword strike aimed at him. The pressure he faced was no less than that faced by the Captain-Commander, not to mention that his strength was weaker than the Captain-Commander's.

(End of this chapter)