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

The figure sighed, then patted his chest and said, "My name is Kuruyashiki... well, you can't call me Kenpachi anymore, just call me by my surname."

Mima: "?!"

This is really a bit scary.

If this isn't a lie, then this guy is one of the most outstanding figures in Soul Society history, someone who was invited by the Zero Division but refused, and even had the ability to take down Soujiro Azajo in his Bankai state—a heavyweight among heavyweights.

How could such a guy be here, and even think he could escape from hell?

Moreover, the reason given was the bizarre "for the sake of the world."

Could it be... that something terrible has happened in hell?

In an instant, he thought of many terrifying possibilities, and combined with his own troubles, he immediately had a strong urge to give up.

Please, I hope it's a scam and that this doesn't cause any more big news...

"I've heard of that name before." A pang of pain shot through Mima, but she tried her best to keep her voice steady. "Are you the seventh Kenpachi?"

The shadowy figure who called himself Kuruyashiki sighed with emotion: "Kenpachi? That title no longer belongs to me. The noble young master who killed me was an ambitious man. He must have been able to take the Eleventh Division to an even higher level."

You're really out of the loop...

But thinking about it, it makes sense. In the more than 100 years since Soya Azajo took over, there has been no record of any Soul Society member dying at the level of a third-rank Spirit Power or above. The most recent one was when Zaraki killed Oni-Ichijo. It's normal for Kuroyashiki to be unaware of the changes in the world while he was in Hell.

"how to say……"

Mima squinted and retorted, "It's already the era of the eleventh Kenpachi. Souichi Masashiro was sentenced to Avici Hell by the 46 Chambers more than a hundred years ago."

"Ok?"

The shadowy figure asked in astonishment, "What happened? How could that man commit such a heinous crime?"

"That just goes to show... there's a price to pay for doing great things."

Mima had no intention of having a long chat about history with this old senior whose authenticity was unknown. After exchanging a few words, he steered the conversation back on track: "So, why do you want to come out? If it's the Seventh Kenpachi I know, he should be very familiar with the rule that things from Hell cannot return to the human world."

That's just how things are in this world, things change from time to time.

The shadowy figure sighed, "Of course I don't want to break the rules, but the situation forces me to do so."

"I'd like to hear what the situation is like."

Mima moved closer to the door, trying his best to enhance his spiritual pressure perception, but as expected, he still couldn't sense anything except for the hellish miasma.

It seems that the Gates of Hell do indeed have the effect of isolating spiritual pressure perception, and it is quite significant.

"It's fine to just say it directly... Let me think about it."

The shadowy figure organized its thoughts for a moment, then said, "In short... the culprits have united."

"what?"

"Many of the scum who still retain their rationality have united into a force. In order to escape the torment of hell and go to the mortal world, they are plotting some kind of troublesome conspiracy," the shadowy figure said. "Although they are not strong, the things in hell are unkillable—you can imagine, even insignificant little animals become very troublesome after possessing the characteristic of 'unkillable,' let alone hundreds of scum."

Wait, what did you say? Hundreds?!

Just thinking about that scene makes Mi Zhen's scalp tingle.

I really want to turn around and leave...

“Those villains are the heroes among villains. Once they go to the human world or the Soul Society, they will inevitably cause a terrible riot... So, people like me who still have some feelings for the three realms decided to stop their evil plans.”

He said everything he needed to say in very simple words.

Then he added, "That's it. Was I clear enough?"

Mima: "..."

Well, it turns out to be another extremely outrageous problem.

Hundreds of culpable people...

Even if each person is only as strong as a captain or deputy captain, they could easily throw the world into chaos.

He rubbed his temples and sighed, "If what you're saying is true..."

Before he finished speaking, something strange happened.

Chapter 165: Hell War

A series of heavy footsteps sounded, just like the ones not long ago—but this time there were many more footsteps, at least dozens just by listening.

"Trouble... the guards have spotted me."

The dark figure clicked its tongue and stepped back from the doorway.

A strong spiritual pressure surged forth, like a blade, even piercing through the crack in the door, causing a thin, glowing piece of paper to fall to this side.

After confirming that it was indeed just a simple piece of paper, Mi Zhen reached out and picked it up.

"This letter details the situation in Hell; please make sure it reaches Captain-Commander Yamamoto!"

After the dark figure hurriedly finished speaking, a series of loud noises exploded around him, the sound of numerous huge blades slashing at the ground.

Then, from within the Gates of Hell, heavy footsteps, sounds of battle, and various other noises rose and fell into the distance.

It seems this guy has been ganged up on by the Hell Guardians; I wonder if he'll be able to escape anytime soon.

"..."

That's kind of awkward.

Mizhen looked at the envelope in her hand and fell into deep thought.

It's not that I don't want to deliver it... but given my situation, what method should I use to deliver the letter to Old Man Shan?

In hell.

Kuruyashiki ran unhurriedly, casually waving his hand. A flash of black light appeared, and dozens of white spheres, each over two meters tall, emerged from his Zanpakuto. These spheres floated in the air, and apart from a large mouth for tearing, they had no other organs—this was the Zanpakuto of the former Seventh Kenpachi, the famous Garakuro.

In its initial state, the Hungry Paradise Corridor will release thirty of these monsters.

They can crush steel in one bite, withstand attacks of level 90 or higher without a scratch, and once released, they will relentlessly pursue their enemies until they are torn to pieces.

Behind him, twenty-four hell guards were chasing after him.

These things have always been like this: silent, ruthless, as if they were merely machines carrying out a mission.

So it's very boring; killing them is no different from chopping earth and rocks.

The monsters released from the Hungry Corridor did not use their sharp teeth and claws, but instead flew precisely to each of the Hell Guards, forcing them to retreat by ramming them. Kuruyashiki himself continued to fly away into the distance until the Hell Guards could no longer catch him.

In fact, he could easily kill these guards. If he used Bankai, he might even be able to force open the Gates of Hell. Returning to Soul Society or the human world would certainly not be a pipe dream.

But rules are rules.

The rule that beings from hell cannot return to the mortal realm is an unshakeable law of this place, and anyone who tries to violate it will suffer an extremely miserable end—this is not an exaggeration, as countless past examples have proven this.

Of course, while some people follow the rules, others don't take them seriously.

The torments of hell are far too cruel. For those who are too weak to resist the guards of hell, the years of torture and killing have completely alienated their minds. They no longer care about any rules or regulations, nor do they care that hell will give them even harsher punishments. They are willing to pay any price to get out of this hellish place... even though they have nothing.

Now, hundreds of these lunatics have gathered together. If they succeed, who knows how much destruction will befall the Three Realms?

"I hope I haven't entrusted this to the wrong person..."

Thinking of the letter he had just sent out, Kuruyashiki sighed with some worry.

He originally wanted to talk to that person again, at least to get a guarantee that the letter would be delivered, but he didn't expect the Hell Guard to arrive so quickly, forcing him to act hastily.

Like "You must not leave Hell," "You must not kill Hell Guardians" is also an unspoken rule. Of course, the latter is not as strict as the former. The consequence of violating it is simply that you will attract more Hell Guardians than ordinary wicked people. However, there is no limit to this "attraction." The more you kill, the more Hell Guardians you will attract. In the end, it may even develop into hundreds or thousands of Hell Guardians chasing you day and night.

Even if there is no death in hell, and no injury or bloodshed, Kuruyashiki still wants to at least ensure his sleep time. If he really angers the guards, he won't even have this little bit of freedom left.

After speeding for hundreds of kilometers until he had shaken off the last Hell Guardian, Kuruyashiki stopped. After looking around, he scratched his head in annoyance, rolled his eyes, and said, "What's the point of hiding like this? Come out here!"

In the next instant, seventy or eighty figures appeared in a flash on this boundless, dry plain.

Without exception, several pitch-black chains hung from their hands, feet, and torsos. These were symbols of their sins and absolute constraints imposed upon them by hell. As long as these chains were bound to their bodies, no one could escape the shackles of hell.

"Kuchiyashiki, it's no use trying to escape now."

A fat man, as wide as a ball, walked up. He had two braids, a fierce face, and a U-shaped red pattern painted on his face. He was wearing a captain's haori that was slightly different from the one worn by the man named Kuruyashiki.

The first captain of the 12th Division, Zenjoji Yubin.

"Escape?" Kuruyashiki spat out a mouthful of phlegm and said casually, "You guys have died at my hands an average of almost five times, and I haven't even given up a single life yet. If this is what you call escaping, then I can only say you're absolutely right."

No one answered him; all the culprits took a step forward in unison.

"Huh? You're serious?" Kuruyashiki scratched his head, then drew his Zanpakuto with a whoosh and said fearlessly, "If you want to kill me, be prepared to lose at least 90% of your forces!"

"Who hasn't died in this godforsaken place? But even if it ends in a fight to the death, we still come out ahead."

Zenjoji Yubin coldly said, "With your spiritual pressure, it will take at least a week to revive. That's enough time for us to do a lot of things."

This is another rule of Hell—although the concept of "death" does not exist in this place, life is not something to be squandered at will. The higher the spiritual pressure, the longer the resurrection period, while ordinary minions can basically be resurrected immediately after death. In a sense, this can be considered a balancing mechanism.

"That makes sense."

Upon hearing this, Kuruyashiki first nodded, then shook his head: "Dying is fine with me, but if I'm killed by a bunch of disgusting things like you, then I'll have to refuse."

"Is that so?" Zenjoji Yupin drew her sword and stepped forward, saying, "If you want to escape the encirclement, you only have one way: Bankai."

"Isn't there still some left? How can you be so sure I don't know how to use it?"

“If you use it, then we will have achieved our goal,” Zenjoji Yupin said. “For the six months after using Bankai, you will not be able to use Shikai, which is more effective than killing you.”

People from all directions gathered around, exuding an air of determination.

However, Kuruyashiki remained calm and repeated what he had said before: "I told you, I refuse to die at the hands of you disgusting bastards."

"Is that so?" Zenjoji Yubin sneered. "That's probably not up to you."

"No, it's still possible."

He raised his sword horizontally and loudly chanted, "Bankai—"

As for the words that followed, they could no longer be heard because the earth trembled!

"You bastard, how could you..."

Consort Shanding's expression changed drastically, and she raised her foot to retreat, but it was clearly too late.

Within a vast expanse, countless gaping maws, comparable to abysses, burst forth from the earth, devouring everything in their path like a chaotic dance of demons!