I'm really not the number one slacker in Soul Society.

The right leg inside the broken boundary was constantly moving. It was unclear whether it had become sentient or was being carried around by something like a guts. In any case, it didn't seem like it could be obtained easily.

The two inside the dotted circle... they remained completely still.

The problem is that the map shows they are on the moon, and there were no rockets in this era. It would be very difficult for a single person to break through the atmosphere, and it was definitely not something he, with his small frame, could do.

As for the small fragments... I can only say that collecting them is really not very meaningful.

Aizen once collected the Soul King's fingertip and fed it to the Hogyoku, but the latter's reaction was mediocre, indicating that a single fragment is not even as valuable as a hair on the Hogyoku's leg. Even if he were to go crazy and collect a huge pile like Toki, at most he would only create an ultimate, beggar-level version of the Soul King, the kind that Yhwach could slap to death, which wouldn't be very meaningful.

Speaking of which... he might find an opportunity to visit the Tsunayo family and snag some good stuff.

Damn it... I have another thing to do.

After pacing around in place for a while without figuring out what to do next, he came up with an upgraded version of the old method.

A die.

While Mima was sitting next to Anise, legs crossed and deep in thought, she casually pulled out a small booklet, turned to a blank page, wrote down six to-do items, then closed her eyes and casually threw the dice on the ground. After it stopped, she stared at the numbers on it.

"Let's go."

After reaching a conclusion, Mima put on the Ryugetsu skin, then donned the messenger cloak, casually opened a black portal, and strode towards Rukongai.

This matter has been dragging on for over a month, so let's get it settled today.

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In the basement of the Fifth Division, Aizen Sousuke was sitting in a recliner, taking a long-awaited nap.

The life of a schemer is often busy. As the biggest traitor in Soul Society, Aizen's daily schedule is terrifyingly packed—conducting experiments, processing official documents, exploring Hueco Mundo, gathering information, devising plans, and reviewing work reports from his Stands...

They even serialized a novel.

Although time can always be squeezed out, it's rare to see someone as busy as him – unlike Watanabe Yama who can release a clone and work three times as hard, he has no other way but to become a master of time management.

Long ago, Aizen slightly modified his brain, allowing him to work using only a portion of his brain while the rest remained dormant, like a dolphin. Since then, he has almost never had a proper night's sleep, because unexpected events could happen at any time. Only by remaining vigilant can he avoid being exposed in his dangerous life as a double agent. This is what it means to dance on the edge of a knife.

But tonight he was still a bit too much to handle.

In the great battle a month and a half ago, he obtained some excellent experimental materials—not the scraps like the fingertips he found in Rukongai before, but a "torrent" born directly from the Soul King's emotions, which was of immeasurable help to his research.

After dealing with the work arrangements from the Seireitei and giving some long-term instructions to his Stands, Aizen immediately plunged into the laboratory and began working day and night on his research.

The raging torrent gave him a lot of inspiration, so the more he studied, the more excited he became, completely forgetting about rest. By the time he realized it, the fatigue had accumulated to the point that it could no longer be solved by alternating brain regions sleeping.

Left with no other choice, Aizen returned to Seireitei, found a safe room, and began his first sleep in nearly twenty years.

But this sleep was destined to be anything but peaceful...

After a few hours of light sleep, Aizen suddenly felt a tremor in his arms.

He woke up instantly.

He regained his senses in a very short time, and then immediately reached into his pocket and pulled out a communicator—a special ghost path he had modified based on the Heavenly Void. Once set, it could be maintained for a long time, and once the other end was struck at a specific frequency, the communicator in his hand would vibrate.

"This is……"

After glancing at the communicator, Aizen immediately realized what was happening.

"Miss Saki?"

After he finished speaking, he sighed deeply.

After all, even Aizen was finding it difficult to continue after more than forty days of intense labor.

As we all know, if you are woken up in the middle of the night after staying up all night, the discomfort will be doubled.

Honestly... my head hurts so much.

But I still have to go.

Although the messenger Saki is nominally his partner, she is also an uncontrollable and mysterious figure. Yet, people like her have an almost perverse desire for control. Having something dangling in front of you but being unable to grasp it is no different from the terrible experience of stepping into a mud puddle on the street.

Over the past few months, Aizen has put a lot of effort into investigating this woman, even visiting the Great Spirit Book Corridor many times, but he has found nothing.

This made him even more vigilant, but also raised his opinion of Saki even higher, and he even prioritized any communications from her.

It must be something important at this hour. It's not like he's just bored and looking for a joke.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

So, although his long-awaited sleep was disturbed, Aizen quickly rushed over after composing himself. He knew better than anyone that acting on emotional bias would only cause unnecessary mistakes.

The life of a villain is busy and sad, just like how no one knows how many times Aizen practiced his hair gel hand in secret, or how many sarcastic remarks he thought up in advance.

Some time later, Aizen personally arrived at the contact point and saw a woman with a blurry figure standing by the wall in the distance, as if she was waiting for someone.

"good evening."

Aizen nodded and received the same reply. Then, they walked side by side into the deserted room.

If we look at it from the perspective of suffering from insomnia, they are actually in the same boat...

"It's been a month since we last met, but Miss Saki still looks as charming as ever."

Aizen poured himself a cup of tea with effortless grace and greeted Saki, saying, "What brings you here tonight?"

Don't ask where the hot water and tea leaves came from; there's no need to be so clear about the ways of the ghosts.

Mima casually sipped her fragrant tea, then looked at Aizen and said calmly, "It's nothing, I just have some rather important news to tell you."

Aizen frowned, but his voice remained unchanged: "Please speak."

"The world is probably going to end."

Mima shrugged: "More than a hundred years later."

"what?!"

Why wait until today to announce this news?

Because Aizen is really not easy to fool...

It's not that the truth is always believable. As the saying goes, the most truthful lie is nine parts truth and one part falsehood. To win over someone as suspicious as Aizen, facts alone are not enough. At the very least, you need to offer something substantial.

According to the original plan, Mima intended to first recruit more people onto the pirate ship, and then go to Aizen after expanding his power. That way, he would have a lot more confidence when he spoke.

Instead of having to rack my brains and test things out with this guy like I do now.

Because I'm really tired...

But now, the situation has changed slightly.

Who knows if the fragments of the Ancient Void will one day be eaten up by him after he takes a nap?

Without this substantial evidence, the difficulty of deception would increase dramatically—after all, there are pictures to prove it, and words spoken without any substance are naturally less credible.

And it's something as big as the destruction of the world.

Therefore, he had no choice but to adjust his plans and start directly with Aizen.

"You heard me right, and I'm not exaggerating."

Mi Zhen sighed: "The world—I mean the entire Three Realms—is going to be destroyed, at most in 150 years."

Such big news clearly caught Aizen off guard. He frowned and thought for a good ten seconds before coming up with a new question: "The basis for saying this is..."

"You should know about the battle that took place in the skies above Seireitei a month ago, right?"

Seeing that Aizen was on the defensive, Mima immediately followed up with heavy firepower: "The Technology Development Bureau or some other organization must have recorded the details. You should have checked them."

"That's natural."

Aizen frowned more deeply.

He had certainly investigated the matter, using both the Technology Development Bureau and the Great Spiritual Library's records in a two-pronged approach, almost to the point of frame-by-frame analysis. Therefore, he could certainly understand the implication in Mi Zhen's words.

The mysterious person who assisted the old man in the battle did show his face—a face with features extremely similar to the messenger Saki.

For Aizen, the combat ability displayed by that mysterious person was secondary; the key was the Hollowfication ability that far surpassed the current Visoreds—significantly increasing combat power while maintaining clear-headed rationality. It seemed to be a step above his research.

In short, I'm curious, extremely curious.

However, it wasn't convenient for him to immediately ask, "Who is this guy in the picture to you?" upon meeting him, but since Mima had brought it up...

"That battle must have been closely related to Ms. Saki."

Aizen smiled: "That person who suddenly appeared... should be related to you to some extent, right?"

"Just a brat."

Mizhen put on a helpless expression: "If I weren't so busy, I wouldn't have had to ask him for help."

"A sibling relationship?" Aizen asked. "It doesn't sound very harmonious?"

“It’s not that kind of problem.” Mima rolled his eyes, which Aizen couldn’t see. “If you want to see him, I can find an opportunity to introduce you—but there’s another issue. He got some… well, how should I put it, very troublesome information from that battle.”

"Appreciate further details."

Mima raised his hand and slapped the shrunken fragment of the ancient void onto the table, then reached out to Aizen, gesturing for him to take his hand.

"I'll show you with your own eyes."

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A few minutes later, the two withdrew from the historical tour.

"This is really..."

Aizen tried his best to hide his wavering expression, but it was still clear from various details that... he was starting to lose his composure.

The logic is simple: his ideal is to kick down the incompetent incompetent officials in the Spirit King's Palace and ascend to the throne as the new Spirit King. He has been planning this for many years, and all his plans are progressing steadily. However, only today has he realized that he seems to have overlooked a crucial issue—

Just how powerful is the Spirit King?

Chapter 154: After we use a little trickery, we'll lure this scoundrel to Liangshan.

This is obviously an answer that cannot be found in books. In the present day, there is probably only one person left in the world who has witnessed that scene: Hyosube Ichibei. Therefore, Aizen is somewhat of a "cloud player" in this regard.

The scene I just witnessed was rather jarring...

Although he was far from losing his will to fight because of this, he still felt disillusioned in many ways.

If the Spirit King's requirements are this strict, I might as well go home and farm.jpg

Not to mention... the world is about to be destroyed?