Death: Then stood in the sky.

He took out a glass container about the length of a finger. Araki raised his hand to throw it, but noticing that Kurenai had difficulty moving, he placed it on the platform.

The vessel was filled with culture medium, and the objects floating in it were constantly wriggling as if they were alive.

The moment Nekori saw the wriggling thing, her gaze was completely drawn to it.

He carefully observed its composition.

Then, the pupils suddenly contracted.

"This is... soul modification technology!"

"You've obtained the techniques of that woman, Hikifune Kiryu!"

Nekori's golden eyes were fixed on the man before her.

Over a hundred years ago, the captain of the 12th Division was Kiryu Hikifune. That woman developed a soul modification technology called "Temporary Soul" and was able to implant "Temporary Souls" into the body.

The Soul-Gathering Pill was also developed based on this.

The soul modification techniques that that damned Kisuke Urahara, along with myself, possessed were all perfected from some of the techniques left behind by Kiryu Hikifune.

Thanks to this invention, Kiryu Hikifune was promoted to the legendary royal special agent "Zero Squad".

However, the soul modification technology was later stopped because it violated ethics. All related technologies were sealed away, and all modified souls that had been created were destroyed.

Now it seems that some people have deliberately taken all these technologies for themselves!

"The soul modifications that have occurred in Rukongai over the years, as well as some of the Shinigami in Seireitei whose souls have been modified, were all your doing, weren't they? No wonder we've been unable to find out who did it."

Nekori sneered, thinking to herself that the captain's eyesight was probably really failing him.

They didn't even realize that the Soul Society was in such a terrible state.

"That's not something you should be thinking about." Araki's tone was calm, not caring at all what Kurotsuchi had guessed.

Because to the adults in the 46th Chamber, the entire Gotei 13 is nothing more than a tool, and only a few people deserve respect.

As for the other team leaders?

But they're all insignificant things.

"These are specially modified souls. Injecting these souls into Seiji Ukitake's body will specifically and significantly damage his bodily functions, making his already riddled internal organs even more vulnerable."

Araki said in a deep voice, "Captain of the 12th Division, Kurotsuchi, what is your answer?"

The air suddenly became deathly still.

Nekori had no doubt that if he refused, what awaited him would probably be more than just imprisonment in the Central Prison.

threaten?

A joke.

What threat could a madman like myself care about?

But I was definitely tempted.

If these people help, we might actually be able to get Nel.

The thought that Nel was a Vasto Lorde-level Arrancar filled Necrolyte with an irrepressible greed—a greed for the unknown, a thirst for science, and a pursuit of truth.

"Okay, I agree."

Nekori nodded.

"very good."

Araki nodded in satisfaction, but a chill ran through him, because the 12th Division Captain's every move and even his micro-expressions had been guessed by that person.

This grasp of human nature is truly terrifying.

But it is precisely because of this that they can lead...to greatness.

"But I have a request."

"Please speak."

"Help me catch Nel, and that Arrancar who's following Seiji Ukitake!" Kurotsuchi said in a deep voice with a gloomy face.

“Of course, we can have an Arrancar of Adjuchas level.” Araki agreed readily. These were minor matters; he could easily capture the Arrancar with just a slight effort.

Upon hearing this, surprise appeared in Nekori's golden eyes, but it quickly turned into a look of realization and a cold laugh.

so it is.

It seems they didn't know that Nel was not Adjuchas, but Vastod.

Suddenly, Araki's words came back to mind.

Soul Society holds no secrets from us.

So, is it impossible in the modern world?

"Someone's coming, I should go."

Araki suddenly spoke, pausing slightly before continuing, "As for Jushiro Ukitake and Shunsui Kyoraku, there's no need to worry about them. We'll make sure they don't have the energy to deal with all of this."

The faint sound of a door lock opening on the stairs flashed by, and the masked figure, as if perfectly blending into the darkness, silently merged with the shadows and disappeared.

Soon, a cold and expressionless female Shinigami walked over. "Lady Necrophosa."

The deputy captain of Division 12, Nie Yinmeng.

At the same time, it is also the greatest masterpiece of the artificial Grim Reaper created by Kurenai by combining artificial body technology and artificial soul technology!

"It's Otomu."

Nekori glanced at the modified souls on the platform and suddenly said, "Yinmeng."

Neon Dream bowed slightly. "I am here, Lord Neon Dream."

“Create a file, Va…” Neji’s voice suddenly stopped.

The thought of that group's control over Soul Society, including the fact that even her research was known to them, prompted Nemu to change her mind under Nemu's incomprehensible gaze, "No, it's Nel's data file."

"Level".

Necori grinned. "Marked as, Adjuchas."

Chapter 89 Matsumoto Rangiku's Resolve

The sun set again.

As the neon lights came on, night fell.

It was the second day since Necrolyte attacked the Quincy. Apart from reporting everything to Seireitei, everyone continued to search for traces of Hollow White as usual.

"So, did you find that guy?"

With her toes touching the wall, Masaki Kurosaki landed in a half-squatting position.

Her skirt billowed in the wind, and Qing Si, who was about to answer, paused for a moment.

In the darkness, a blush crept onto the girl's face, and she muttered in a voice barely above a whisper, "Idiot, those are safety shorts."

"And here?"

Aoshi pointed to Masaki Kurosaki's chest.

Masaki Kurosaki, who was leaning slightly forward, was taken aback. She looked down at herself and immediately saw the two hemispheres piled together. Although they had not yet fully grown, they were already curvaceous and had begun to take shape.

Masaki Kurosaki's face turned bright red, and she hurriedly squatted down.

"That's great!"

Matsumoto Rangiku's eyes were fixed on the other person's body, admiring him without any hesitation.

"Oh dear, Rangiku, even you are like this!"

Masaki Kurosaki clung tightly to her skirt, suddenly regretting becoming friends with Rangiku Matsumoto, as she gradually saw through Rangiku's true nature as a fallen older sister.

She's a lecherous woman who thrives on chaos!

"I'm actually blind, I didn't see anything," Qing Si said after thinking for a moment.

“Your eyes were practically glued to your face just now, who do you think would believe that?” Matsumoto Rangiku crossed her arms and directly exposed her secret.

“Even a blind person can open their eyes wide.” Qing Si tried to explain. As far as he knew, Tosen had done things that blind people couldn’t do, such as watching surveillance cameras, looking at people with a squint, and looking at Zanpakuto with their eyes.

It's perfectly reasonable for a blind person like myself to be able to open my eyes wide and appreciate some beautiful scenery.

“But a blind man’s eyes don’t shine.” Matsumoto Rangiku chuckled.

Qingji: "???"

Just as he slowly typed out the question mark, the expressions on the faces of the three men changed simultaneously, and they looked into the depths of the city.

There, a terrifying spiritual pressure suddenly erupted!

"This spiritual pressure... what is this Great Hollow really like...?"

Rangiku Matsumoto's face turned deathly pale instantly, and her body trembled as she fell headfirst to the ground, but fortunately she grabbed onto something and didn't fall completely.

"Pants! Pants! Rangiku, you idiot!" Seiji frantically started pulling them up. Matsumoto Rangiku looked up and met Seiji's gaze.

Masaki Kurosaki gasped, her already flushed cheeks turning bright red again. She covered her face shyly, flustered, but still kept her eyes open through her fingers.

Fortunately, Matsumoto Rangiku quickly let go.

Aoshi helped her up, asking, "Are you alright?"

Of all those present, Matsumoto Rangiku had the lowest spiritual pressure, only at the vice-captain level.

This spiritual pressure, far above hers, was enough to weaken Matsumoto Rangiku with sheer oppression. If she were to remain in this environment for an extended period, she might even be driven to death by the pressure.

Matsumoto Rangiku shook her head, panting heavily with sweat streaming down her face. She covered her heaving chest with one hand and gripped Seiji's collar tightly with the other.

In his eyes, however, was a deep sense of horror and fear.

What kind of monster is this Great Hollow?!

The mere release of a trace of spiritual pressure was enough to make him feel so vulnerable. If it weren't for Qing Si helping him resist the pressure, he probably wouldn't even be able to stand up right now.

Instinct, a frantic warning.

It felt like I would be dragged into the abyss of death in the next instant.

Fortunately...

Rangiku Matsumoto took a deep breath and leaned against Seiji, saying quickly, "The enemy's spiritual pressure only targets groups with high spiritual pressure."

"Because of its ability to conceal its spiritual pressure, probably only Shinigami of the vice-captain level or above can sense the opponent's spiritual pressure."

This is a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

It's unimaginable how many ordinary people's souls would be scattered if this terrifying monster were to unleash its spiritual pressure throughout Karakura Town.

"Masaki," Seiji called softly.

“I’m here.” Masaki Kurosaki stepped forward and then heard him say, “May I entrust Rangiku to you?”

Masaki Kurosaki was taken aback.

“Rangiku’s spiritual pressure cannot withstand the other’s pressure, so she cannot get too close to the other. Even if she stays here, there is a possibility of getting injured.” Seiji looked over.

Masaki Kurosaki pressed further, "And what about you?"

Aoshi looked at her for a while before smiling and saying, "Have you forgotten? I am the Grim Reaper stationed in Karakura Town. This is my city."

A gust of wind happened to blow by, making his white hair dance in the wind.

Then, his body fell backward and he fell from the rooftop.

Masaki Kurosaki rushed forward, but one hand grabbed her arm.

It's Matsumoto Rangiku.

Masaki Kurosaki exclaimed in surprise, "Rangiku? We'll chase after her right now..."

“No, we’ll wait here.” Matsumoto Rangiku interrupted her, and seeing Kurosaki Masaki’s puzzled look, she slowly said, “Masaki, that’s not a battle we can easily get involved in.”

Masaki Kurosaki said anxiously, "Rangiku, the enemy is very likely Vasto Lorde. This battle will be extremely dangerous!"