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

“That’s how it is.” Mima said to Shikatori Hakunsai with some regret, “I’m a messenger after all, and I can’t do anything that goes against the will of Hell.”

In layman's terms, it means I don't want to offend hell, so I wouldn't do this job even if I got paid more.

"..."

Shikato Hakunsai bit his lower lip and lowered his head sadly.

The chains that had been broken by her contract were restored with incredible speed, and in just a few seconds, everything was back to normal.

"...I should have expected this."

Saito Immortal sighed, "It's also my fault. I was blinded by greed and only thought about seeing him..."

Halfway through her sentence, she turned to look at Mima: "In short, please make sure to deliver the letter from Kuruyashiki to the old man of the mountain. As the first captain, I guarantee that a massive attack will soon come. If we are not prepared, the three realms will probably be reduced to ruins."

"That's what I said..."

Mizhen shrugged and countered, "But it's hard for people like you to come to the human world, isn't it? Bound by the chains of hell, can you really organize a group attack?"

Saito Immortal rolled his eyes: "Of course, it's because someone can solve this problem."

"what?"

“It’s that mysterious red cloak I mentioned before—I don’t know the specifics, but it’s rumored that he has the ability to break free from the bonds of hell.” Saito Immortal said with a smirk, “Anyway, there are tons of rumors. Some say he can manipulate time, like cutting off time or adjusting the flow of time. He’s incredibly powerful. It’s because Zenjoji and he gathered a large group of people that this trouble happened.”

"..."

Mizhen tried her best to control her facial expressions, making sure she didn't reveal the slightest flaw.

This description…

Why does it look so familiar?

There must be another being in the world who can manipulate time, right?

Although the Soul King storyline reveals that I can travel through time, it shouldn't be possible for me to travel into hell, right?

Moreover, judging from the descriptions of the immortal Kuruyashiki and Saito, that mysterious red cloak seems to be the kind of mastermind preparing to incite chaos in the world, which doesn't really fit with me... Well, although I'm doing villainous things now, unleashing a bunch of mad dogs to destroy the world is a completely different matter.

Is this going to be a classic case of me fighting myself?

With great effort, Mima made sure his expression and movements were completely normal, and had his clone, Sunashio, come forward to support the unsteady Shikato Hakunsai. He then took out the letter from the burial site and began to communicate with Aizen and the immortal Saito.

Chapter 173: Hitting Myself is a Traditional Skill

What happens in hell is not complicated.

Fifteen years ago, a mysterious figure in a red cloak and the first captain of the 12th Division, Zenjuji Yupin, proclaimed that they could break the shackles of Hell and bring the dead back to the world of the living. Through a series of actions, they recruited a huge army of undead, including Shinigami, Hollows, and even pure-blooded Quincy. The pain and torment brought by Hell had made these guys forget about the opposing factions. They only wanted to escape, even if it was just to get out and breathe some fresh air.

Faced with this situation, some bigwigs with a conscience joined forces and began a protracted struggle against the mad dogs, thwarting their plans several times. However, they were ultimately outnumbered and could only manage guerrilla warfare; they were no match for them in a direct confrontation.

Today, the multi-race alliance that calls itself the "Asura Clan" has recruited a total of 180 people, dozens of whom possess combat strength of level three or above. Feeling that they are fully prepared, they have begun to carry out the final step of their plan—that is, the mysterious red-cloaked figure will begin preparations to sever the shackles of hell, and then find a gate to hell to fight their way out and escape that nightmare realm.

With Saito's immortal explanation, both Yama and Aizen understood the composition of the Asura Clan, their main leaders, and their organizational principles—if this arrogant one-eyed man wasn't lying, in a few months, at most half a year, one hundred and eighty mad dogs would be released, giving the Three Realms a small shock from hell.

In a sense, this could be a catastrophe no less devastating than a thousand-year-old blood war.

Is it too late to seek refuge with the Invisible Empire?

As they were talking, a rumbling sound of footsteps suddenly came from the Gates of Hell.

Saito's immortal face suddenly turned ugly.

"It seems that the Katsuyashiki can't keep going any further..."

She clicked her tongue and slowly shrank back into the gates of hell, saying as she did so:

"The intelligence has been delivered. Do with it as you please. I'm a dead man anyway, so it doesn't matter if the world is destroyed due to imbalance—"

Halfway through her sentence, she gave Lu Qubaiyunzhai the middle finger again.

"The big guys in charge are here, let's not go any further."

She returned to the other side of the Gates of Hell, leaving behind her last words, "It's already good enough that we can meet again. As for rescuing me... it's useless to think about it. Just live well."

"..."

Shikatori Hakunsai bit his lip, gripped his Zanpakuto tightly, and said softly, "Then... goodbye."

From the Gates of Hell came bursts of light and the sounds of fighting, which gradually faded into the distance.

Immediately afterwards, the gates of hell, which had been partially opened by Saito's immortality, slowly closed, returning to their previous state of being only a few centimeters wide.

"That's it... today's matter is now concluded."

Mima put his hands in his pockets and sighed, "It's really unfortunate that I went out to take care of a small matter and ended up getting involved in such a huge mess..."

"Why not try looking at it from a different perspective?"

Aizen smiled and said, "It's better to know in advance that trouble is coming than to suffer in the dark."

"Just a big principle."

He straightened his collar, turned around to look at the gap in the seal, and said, "It's time to retreat. What are your plans next?"

“We all need time to think,” Aizen said, adjusting his glasses. “How about we each act on our own for now?”

"Alright."

Mima reached into the black crystal cavity on her chest and tapped it, creating a passage leading to her mountain dwelling. Then, her clone, Sunashio, asked Shikatori Hakunsai, "This is the way back. You go first?"

"..."

Lu Qubaiyunzhai did not answer, but simply nodded, and then slowly walked into the dark chamber without saying a word.

"How about you keep Kuchiki Hibiki and that letter for now, Miss Saki?"

Aizen bid farewell to Shikatori Hakunsai, then said, "I need to go to the lab to make some preparations—how about this, we'll meet again at our usual spot at noon three days from now. Please be sure to bring Kuchiki Hiyori along."

Mima agreed, and then walked out of the Blood Burial Seal together with Aizen, Kyoka Suigetsu, and the clone Sunashio.

After leaving, Aizen and Kyoka Suigetsu bid him farewell and then followed the path they had come from to find the Transcendental Gate. Meanwhile, Mima casually stuffed the letter into the hand of his clone, Sasho, and opened a black portal himself, heading towards Anise's base.

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"Are you there, Kisuke Urahara?"

Once inside the woods, Mima shouted something like this.

Soon, he saw... Kisuke Urahara, who had changed his appearance.

This guy somehow found a strange printed jacket and put it on, and there was a huge hexagonal white object on his back, like a door panel. I really couldn't figure out what it was for.

Immediately afterwards, Kisuke Urahara, whose expression inexplicably became somewhat tense, waved his cane back and forth in front of Yama, and then inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.

"Have you finished your business?"

"You could say that."

Mi Zhen clicked his tongue: "But this trip was a real loss, and it has caused a huge problem—by the way, you'd better take a look at this."

As she spoke, Mima shoved the letter from the wretched man into the bewildered Urahara Kisuke's hand, watching as he opened it and his expression grew increasingly grim.

"this……!"

After reading everything, Kisuke Urahara's already tired face turned even more ashen.

He handed the letter back to Mima, took a deep breath, and asked very seriously, "Really?"

“If I could, I would also hope it’s fake,” Mima sighed. “But the facts are there, and it’s your choice whether to believe it or not.”

"..."

“That’s it, I’ve delivered the message.” Mi Zhen patted his shoulder: “How you verify it is your own problem. I also have some things to take care of.”

Then, Mima leaped away, leaving the grove to Urahara Kisuke.

Soon after, a black cat darted through the treetops and landed on the ground, reverting to its human form.

Looking at Kisuke Urahara, whose face was extremely pale, she asked with some concern, "Kisuke, what happened? What did you just see?"

"They are some... very troublesome problems."

Kisuke Urahara rubbed his temples vigorously, then stood there thinking for a while, while Yoruichi stood beside him, silent, displaying a rather rare gentle demeanor.

Finally, Kisuke Urahara's expression hardened.

He said, "Miss Yoruichi, would you like to come with me?"

"Where to go?"

“I need to go back.” Kisuke Urahara said with a heavy expression. “If something this big is true, they couldn’t possibly not have noticed, so I have to go back—back to the Urahara family.”

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Arriving at Anise's underground laboratory, Mima transformed back into her original form, put her hands in her pockets, and walked towards the basement.

Some things must be considered from the worst-case scenario.

If the immortality of Kuruyashiki and Saito is not a lie, the three realms will fall into great chaos in the near future.

In order to protect himself and others, he had to make preparations early.

One hundred and eighty immortal bodies.

Just hearing this short sentence made Mima's fear of insufficient firepower more agitated than ever before.

He didn't have enough manpower; this was a large-scale military operation, and he needed to prepare something suitable for large-scale battles.

For example... a large mechanical army.

"An army is raised for a thousand days, but used for one." It's time for Anise's skills to come in handy.

Mizhen pushed open the dilapidated wooden door used as a cover, lifted the floorboards, and went down the stairs.

Then the heavy iron door was opened inward, leading into a bright and spacious space.

After several expansions, this basement, which was originally only the size of a factory workshop, is now almost the size of a football field. Anise is busy inside every day, and has handcrafted several "production lines" that are already taking shape as automation, which has greatly improved work efficiency.

The factory's workers are all robots with rather unique designs, so it's really hard for Mi Zhen to tell whether they are doing manual work or automated machinery...

"Boss, you're here?"

Anise, who was studying a part at her desk, turned around and greeted her happily.

"Well, here we come."