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

Mi Zhen stroked her chin and thought for a moment: "How about we call it The Three-Body Problem... cough cough..."

After successfully making himself laugh, he calmed down and used the power of the Flowing Moon in all three bodies to begin this massive project.

Although I really wanted to write out the process in detail, that would be too superficial, so I'll just use a single sentence to represent two hours later.

Mima opened her eyes and looked at the warm sunlight streaming in through the window.

After a brief silence, he stood up, stretched, and went to the mirror to tidy up his not-so-messy appearance.

All in all, it was a great success.

.............................................

In this world.

Mizhen took out the messenger token from his person, looked at it with a complicated expression, and sighed.

You have to pay the price for making a big deal out of nothing... Look, the person in charge is coming to your door soon, isn't he?

Although the Spirit King gave this thing to him in front of Urahara Ryouka, he wasn't familiar with the Urahara family's ancestor, so how would he know what she was thinking?

What if someone comes and sees what I've done, gets furious, shouts "You traitor, how dare you ruin my reputation!" and slaps me to death...?

This is not just unfounded worry. As someone who has personally witnessed Urahara Ryoka's fights, Mima probably knows better than anyone else in the Urahara family just how strong this last surviving noble ancestor really is. Analyzing it in detail might hurt his pride, but anyway, he can't beat her.

If all else fails, I'll just have to kneel down in reverence.jpg

The problems in this world can be roughly divided into two types: those that can be solved privately and those that are life-threatening. The former is nothing to worry about, and the latter is useless to worry about.

Chapter 232: The Cluster of Old Folks

Mi Zhen sat there for a moment, then finally stood up, put the messenger token back in his pocket, and took out the iron rope that had been gathering dust since he got it from the corner of the cave. He put it in a very luxurious box and placed it in the center of the counter like an offering.

That's all the preparations we can make. I hope she won't be angry.

As for now... there's no use worrying about it anyway, so I might as well throw myself into work and at least escape reality for a while.

Then he walked out of the cave.

It looked towards the due south direction, then took off and sped towards its destination.

According to the coordinates given by his other self, Yan Yuanjinle is currently pushing forward some highly classified plans in the northwestern part of Antarctica. Although the specific details are unknown, they seem to be related to saving the world. Going to him might yield some kind of "transcending matter" and granting powerful strength.

Perfect timing! Mizhen has a real need for powerful strength right now. Since her other self wants to go and see for herself, then so be it.

Using Watanabe Yama's appearance, they also took care of the protection.

And it must be the highest level of protection.

He hasn't actually seen his other self yet. If he were stupid enough to believe everything he says under these circumstances, he might as well find a block of tofu and smash his head against it.

So what if it's me? Am I really that trustworthy? If I went back and met my fifteen-year-old self, I'd be so angry I'd want to twist that idiot's head off.

Similarly, how could he possibly believe in his future self, who is over a hundred years older than he is now?

Besides... that guy's goal is to save the world.

This might sound a bit stereotypical, but a guy whose dream list includes things like "I have to save my world" is definitely not a pure and kind person... because he might do anything for his own purposes, and it's not unusual for him to even hit himself when he goes crazy.

In conclusion, until further confirmation is obtained, the other self's level of trust in Mi Zhenxin is even lower than that of Lu Qu Baiyunzhai...

But even though I'm saying it, I still have to go.

Make money, not shabby.

Considering what he learned from Shikatori Hakunsai about Yan Yuan Jinle's abilities, Mi Zhen specially used a similar power (referring to the mental beacon) to create a shield for himself. Specifically, he set up some maze-like mechanisms in his mental world. Although he didn't know how far he could go because he had never practiced it before, it was definitely not a mud wall that would collapse with a push.

Considering the absurd strength of the first captains, he also took out all sorts of defensive buffs from the Kido warehouse and gave them to himself, which cost him another "savings".

I hope there won't be any conflict. I'm fed up with having to fight before doing anything.

Every time I think this way, danger always comes knocking at my door in an unbelievable way, making it a real killer of flags.

And so, after teleporting dozens of times with the help of the black cavity, Mima finally arrived at the southernmost part of Earth.

Antarctica.

The sub-zero wind immediately roused Mima, who was getting impatient from the repetitive operations (referring to opening the black box).

When he was searching for a foothold in the real world, he had visited most of the famous tourist attractions on Earth, so he was not too surprised by this world that was covered in silver as far as the eye could see, and regarded it as an ordinary journey.

That's how people are; they feel particularly curious about unfamiliar things, but after experiencing them, unless they are particularly interested, they are just so-so.

He had seen penguins in person, played with seals, and watched whale migrations from afar. The initial excitement had worn off, so he didn't waste a moment on the journey. After arriving at the approximate area indicated by the coordinates, he immediately used his spiritual pressure to cover the area and began a thorough search.

Then he was immediately shocked.

"Fuck..."

Mizhen gasped in shock at the -46 degree Celsius temperature, nearly leaping into the clouds in fright.

He sensed an extremely large, colorless, and formless "foreign object" using his spiritual pressure.

Like some kind of thread or pipe, sticky and damp, resembling tentacles or spider webs, it is laid out in an extremely concealed manner across the entire Antarctic continent.

If he hadn't significantly increased the precision of his spiritual pressure perception in order to find someone, he wouldn't have been able to see these things at all.

He found it hard to articulate just how strange this "network" felt... If he had to describe it, it was like suddenly feeling something brush against his face in the middle of the night, and in his dazed state, looking around to find a giant spider the size of a human head crawling on his pillow.

Disgusting, so disgusting.

If he hadn't noticed, it would have been fine, but after seeing this thing, he felt like he wasn't in Antarctica, but in a cold, gloomy forest made of spider webs, with countless tentacle monsters spreading their slime inside, and a filthy smell permeating everything from top to bottom.

I'm fucking defiled!

Mima pinched her throat, forcibly swallowing back the intense emotions welling up from the depths of her heart, and then gritted her teeth and continued searching.

No... There's nothing around the coordinates except this disgusting network.

He gritted his teeth, suppressed his nausea, and descended. After confirming that there were no other unusual things, he could only focus his attention on the ubiquitous "threads".

To be precise, they were locked onto using spiritual pressure perception.

This thing has no physical form; in terms of shape, it is a line with a diameter of a few tenths of a millimeter. If we were to analyze it carefully from a fair perspective, it should be some kind of spiritual pressure that has undergone special processing and resembles a finished ghost path.

But Mima couldn't figure out what they were for at all.

Thinking that since she couldn't find it anyway, she might as well shout at the top of her lungs and try her best. Mi Zhen shouted Yan Yuan Jin Le's name several times, but received no response except for the sound of the wind.

Is researching only these disgusting things allowed?

Mi Zhen's lips twitched a few times, then she tried to pick up some silk threads, using a very basic research method.

Release your spiritual pressure and see its reaction.

He used only a wisp of spiritual pressure, barely enough to crush an ant, with extreme caution. As soon as the spiritual pressure came into contact with the network of threads, he immediately observed an unusual reaction.

This bizarre network has lit up!

Thin, hazy green lights traveled through the network like raindrops, revealing its shape.

These green lights converged from all directions, and the point of convergence... was right in front of Mi Zhen!

"!"

He instantly jumped back more than ten meters, drew his sword, activated his defense, and became alert, completing the preparations for battle in one smooth motion.

Then, just as he had feared, these extremely tiny, almost imperceptible green lights gathered together and took on a concrete form...

A blurry human figure.

Mi Zhen's arms immediately broke out in a dense rash of goosebumps.

An instinctive sense of unease welled up in his heart.

He... couldn't sense the green man using his spiritual pressure.

It wasn't "difficult to perceive," but rather "unperceptible." Unlike the clear perception seen through the eyes, in the world of spiritual pressure perception, the place where the green humanoid stood was completely empty, like a void or an abyss. This immense sense of incongruity almost made Mima think he was hallucinating. To confirm, he didn't hesitate to perform a time deletion on himself, but the situation remained unchanged.

Naturally, a chilling possibility arose in his mind.

Could it be... that this thing... is a dimension higher than me?

The so-called "dimensionality" is just a way of saying Aizen; what it actually refers to is that the difference in strength between the two sides is so great that they cannot even sense how strong the other is.

But how... is this possible...?

If it were a world-destroying demon king, that would be one thing, but this roadside monster looks like it's a level above me?

Mi Zhen swallowed hard, steeled his resolve, and activated the surging anger within his body, causing his strength to triple in an instant.

Now, he could vaguely sense something.

The green, glowing humanoid figure seems to be just a facade; that thing is likely an aggregate of some strange power. If we were to describe it in terms of its nature, this power seems to be filled with a sense of aggression, death, and decay.

Mi Zhen's hair stood on end instinctively.

This is bad, this thing is definitely bad!

He swallowed hard and decided to take a few steps back for the time being—after all, he was here to find someone, not to die. When facing something whose true nature he couldn't see, it was better to plan carefully before acting, rather than stubbornly charging forward.

But this withdrawal seems to have ended the matter.

The green humanoid suddenly turned its head. Since it had no eyes, Mima couldn't be sure if he was being targeted, but instincts were frantically warning him, as if his head would be severed in the next instant.

"Hmm... this is..."

The green humanoid made a slightly confused sound.

That voice sounds a little...familiar? Have I heard that voice somewhere before?

After thinking it over briefly in his mind, he realized what was going on.

Holy crap, isn't that Tsunayoshiro Mito's voice?!

Wait... what's going on?! After the first captains all flocked together, how come even the progenitors of the nobility are flocking together now?! I was just put on the list by Urahara Ayaka, and now I've run right into Tsuna Yashiro Mito's face? Did you old fogies plan this together to mess with me?!

A feeling of horror flashed through her mind, but after calming down in a few seconds, Mima raised an eyebrow and realized that something was amiss.

The green light that forms the green humanoid shape... seems too little.

If he really had to exert all his strength to sense even the slightest trace of this thing, he probably wouldn't be able to withstand even a single glance from it. But so far, apart from the mental stress caused by his own self-inflicted fear, no harm has occurred under any objective conditions.