Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

Yoruichi stood at the door.

There was another person following behind him.

Soi Fon.

The usually cool and aloof captain of the second division was acting strangely at this moment.

Her face was flushed, her eyes were darting around, and her hands were clasped together unnaturally in front of her, her fingers twisting and turning, just like a girl being dragged to a blind date by her parents.

"Brother Shen Jue." Ye Yi got straight to the point, her tone carrying a hint of gritted teeth.

"Look what you've done."

Shen Jue paused for a moment, then said, "I've done too many good deeds. Which one are you referring to?"

Yoruichi took a deep breath, pointed to herself, and said, "Kido Mark."

"The thing you left on me back then, you said it was for tracking and protection."

"Now that all the traitors within the Gotei 13 have been exposed, shouldn't they be removed?"

Shen Jue blinked, slapped her forehead, and suddenly realized, "Oh, that."

He did indeed leave a Kido mark on Yoruichi, ostensibly to "prevent her from being harmed in the mortal world."

Actually... well, the main reason is to prevent Yoruichi from being attacked in the human world.

After all, there are a lot of captain-level Shinigami in the real world, so how could Shen Jue ignore these Hollowfied Shinigami?

"It can be deactivated," Shen Jue nodded, speaking readily.

Soi Fon breathed a slight sigh of relief, but after glancing at Yoruichi, her blush deepened.

Shen Jue chuckled. He had witnessed the entire battle between Yoruichi and Soi Fon through the Kido Mark.

Shen Jue's assessment of this was: "The oranges are thriving."

"However," Shen Jue added, "the mark of the ghost path must be touched to remove it."

Yoruichi frowned and slowly said, "What do you mean?"

"The way to remove the demonic mark I left behind is through physical contact."

"The mark dissipates as soon as spiritual energy touches it." Shen Jue spread his hands, with an innocent expression that said, "There's nothing I can do; it's a technological limitation."

Soi Fon's body visibly stiffened for a moment.

Ye Yi narrowed her eyes, seemingly trying to determine whether Shen Jue was lying.

Three seconds later, she decided to believe him, because although Shen Jue was cunning, there was no need for him to lie about such technical details.

"Where is the mark located?" Yoruichi asked.

Shen Jue remained silent for a second.

"...the chest."

The air suddenly became quiet.

Soi Fon's face flushed red to her ears in an instant, and she froze on the spot as if struck by lightning, forgetting even to breathe.

Her fingers clenched the hem of her clothes so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Yoruichi's expression was quite something.

First came shock, then disbelief, and finally, anger at Shen Jue-ge for saying, "What are you talking about, buddy?"

Her lips twitched, and her fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Brother Shen Jue!" Yoruichi's voice was squeezed out through clenched teeth.

"You carved your mark on my chest back then?!"

"It's necessary for technical reasons," Shen Jue said without changing his expression.

"That location has the highest spiritual particle density and the best signal."

"If you've ever been to a telecommunications base station, you'll know that the signal towers are always built at the highest point..."

"Shut up!" Yoruichi roared, veins bulging on her forehead.

"Stop giving me that nonsense! You're doing this on purpose!"

Shen Jue shut his mouth, but his eyes were full of a rogue-like air that said, "I did it on purpose, but what can you do about it?"

Soi Fon finally spoke, her voice barely audible, like a mosquito's buzz: "Lord Yoruichi, should we go and call someone else to dispel this?"

"For example, Mr. Urahara?"

"That Urahara guy?" Yoruichi sneered.

"That old fox might try every means to study this ghostly mark, and then secretly plant it on all the captains in the mortal world."

Soi Fon fell silent.

Yoruichi stared at Shen Jue through gritted teeth for a full ten seconds, then stomped her foot and ripped open the front of her shirt.

With only her chest protector remaining to prevent complete exposure, she yelled, "Hurry up! Brother Shen Jue!"

"Don't touch me even once more!"

Shen Jue was startled by her imposing manner and quickly extended his finger, accurately placing it on the mark three centimeters below Ye Yi's left collarbone.

With a gentle touch of spiritual energy, a faint ghostly pattern flickered for a moment before dissipating.

The entire process took less than 0.5 seconds.

Shen Jue felt that the texture was great, smooth and tender.

But Yoruichi's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Alright." Shen Jue withdrew his hand and quickly took three steps back to maintain a safe distance.

Soi Fon watched from the side, trembling with fear and embarrassment, looking like a cat with its fur standing on end.

Unable to contain herself any longer, Yoruichi saw Shen Jue's actions and felt angry for the second time that she had been toyed with by her brother Shen Jue.

That dishonest guy, Shen Jue, said the Ghost Path Mark was planted on his chest, but it was actually just below his collarbone!

Yoruichi straightened her clothes, took a deep breath, and then revealed a smile that sent chills down Shen Jue's spine.

"Brother Shen Jue."

"Haha," Shen Jue said with a laugh.

"We'll settle this matter later."

After Yoruichi finished speaking, she grabbed Soi Fon's hand, turned around, and strode away.

Soi Fon staggered after her, glancing back at Shen Jue before leaving.

That glance contained three parts resentment, three parts shyness, three parts confusion, and one part that even she herself couldn't explain.

The door slammed shut.

Shen Jue stood there, savoring the feeling of the touch.

"I'm doomed," he muttered to himself, "Yoruichi holds grudges."

"That's how cats are."

However, Shen Jue quickly stopped thinking about it because something more important was coming up.

Inside the white space.

After a long time, the triumphant Grim Reaper Shen Jue returned to the white space once again.

group of people.

To be precise, it was a group of Shen Jue.

One Piece Shen Jue, Sword and Shield Shen Jue, JOJO Shen Jue, Three Kingdoms Shen Jue, Demon Slayer Shen Jue, Meow Meow Shen Jue, and many others were all present.

A large number of Shen Jue's gathered in this mysterious white space, gathered in small groups around the electronic screen of the sword and shield Shen Jue, pointing and discussing.

"Here he comes, here he comes, Death God Shen Jue is here." Shen Jue of the Slaughter Spire said in his unique mechanical voice.

Subsequently, Death God Shen Jue exchanged memories with many other Shen Jues.

"Oh, a twenty-year salary deduction? You're getting off easy, kid."

"If I were Yamamoto, I would definitely use Bankai right away, even if it meant destroying the Soul Society, just to get you to tell the truth."

"Slay the Spire," Shen Jue said in a mechanical voice.

He's been living a very comfortable life lately, with Miss Hunter and Master Observer accompanying him as he climbs the tower, which is quite enjoyable.

This guy also managed to free the armored warrior from the demon Vaku inside the Slay the Spire.

To repay a debt of gratitude, the liberated armored warrior voluntarily joined the tower-climbing team.

"Look, look! These meme clips from the Blade & Shield Shen Jue world are absolutely hilarious!"

Death God Shen Jue squeezed into the crowd and looked up at the electronic screen.

The electronic screen was playing images of the world of memes.

Shen Jue, the swordsman and shield-wielder, and Chems, the samurai, were squatting on the side of the street with long faces.

Two dogs were squatting on a street in a steel city.

Skyscrapers, bustling traffic, and flashing neon lights.

But this world is clearly not quite normal.

Because the shop signs on both sides of the street don't display ordinary shop names, but rather variations of various memes and images.

Seeing things like "Shengcao Pharmacy," "Sweating Soybean Gym," and "Wo Da E's Coffee Shop," Dao Dun Shen Jue couldn't help but sigh.

Right here in this absurd steel city.

Shen Jue, wielding both sword and shield, was drawn to a fruit stand.

The fruit stand wasn't big, but it was filled with all kinds of fruits: watermelons, cantaloupes, grapes, oranges, and more—a complete selection.

But the stall owner is not a person.

It's an orange cat.

This orange cat is huge, weighing at least 20 pounds. It squats round and plump behind the fruit stand, its two front paws propped on the counter, its fur standing on end, its tail held high, and its mouth opening and closing, constantly hissing.

"Hahaha!"

Each growl carried a threatening growl, a gurgling warning sound rolling in his throat, like an engine about to start.

A customer was standing in front of the fruit stand.

That was a dog.

Specifically, it is a bulldog wearing sunglasses, a floral shirt, and a large gold chain around its neck.

The bulldog had a fierce expression, with its mouth turned down, one paw in its pocket, and the other casually patting a watermelon on the stall.

Shen Jue, with his sword and shield, looked speechlessly at the cat and dog.

He recognized the scene.

No, it should be said that every Shen Jue who has ever surfed the internet recognized this scene.

The bulldog spoke, its voice rough and hoarse, with a heavy accent: "Hey buddy, how much are these melons per pound?"

The orange cat stopped hissing, squinted at the bulldog, then stretched out a furry paw and slowly raised its four claws: "Four cents a pound."

The bulldog wrinkled its nose, patted the watermelon, and said, "What? A watermelon for four cents a pound? Is this watermelon made of gold, or is the rind made of gold?"

The orange cat impatiently flicked its tail and waved its four paws in front of the bulldog: "Look, where's the melon now?"

"These are all greenhouse-grown melons; you think they're too expensive, and so do I."

The bulldog took off its sunglasses, revealing a pair of fierce little eyes: "Then pick one for me."

"Okay." The orange cat rummaged through the pile of watermelons for a bit, patted one with its paw, then held it up and said, "How about this one?"

The bulldog took the watermelon, sniffed it closely, and then looked up at the orange cat: "Is this watermelon guaranteed to be ripe?"

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

The orange cat's tail bristled like a feather duster, every single hair on its body stood on end, its back arched, its mouth wide open, and it let out a deafening roar!

The sound was so loud that even Shen Jue and the others outside the electronic screen were startled.

JOJO Shen Jue, who was next to Death God Shen Jue, whispered, "This cat has pretty good lung capacity."

The pirate Shen Jue beside him nodded in agreement, saying, "Strong physique."

"No less than a naval petty officer."

On the electronic screen, the bulldog was also startled by the hiss and took a half step back, but quickly regained its balance, put its sunglasses back on, and its expression became even more ferocious.

"I'm asking you!"

The bulldog said, enunciating each word clearly, "Is this melon guaranteed to be ripe?"

Familiar background music began to play, and the atmosphere became tense and solemn.

This time, the orange cat didn't hiss. Instead, it slowly extended a paw and pulled a... from under the cutting board.

A cat food scoop?

No.

It's a fruit knife!

The orange cat gripped the knife handle with its paw, the tip pointing at the bulldog, its eyes gleaming with a "say that again and see what happens" light.

The bulldog didn't back down at all; instead, it laughed.

That smile looked particularly ferocious on the face of the bulldog.

"Sarilang!" A corgi passing by suddenly shrieked and ran away.

"Sarilang!"

The onlookers around the fruit stand backed away, and two teddy bears hid behind an electric scooter, peeking out their little heads and trembling.

The orange cat and the bulldog stared at each other, the air thick with tension.

Then, the bulldog moved.

It stretched out its paw and slammed it down on the watermelon in front of it.

With a "crack," the watermelon split in two.

The bulldog looked down at the cracked watermelon, then looked up at the orange cat, and said coldly, "This watermelon isn't ripe yet."

A low, threatening growl rolled from the orange cat's throat, and the blade was about to flash.

At this moment, Shen Jue, the swordsman and shieldman, sighed and walked up.

His two paws grabbed the orange cat's and the bulldog's paws.

The immense, terrifying force caused the orange cat and the bulldog's expressions to freeze.

The orange cat's paws and the bulldog's paws trembled slightly.

The fruit knife in the orange cat's paw fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"These two brave men have no grudge against each other, why commit such a heinous crime?"

"We live in a society governed by law now, why resort to knives and guns?"

With a forceful push, Shen Jue used his knife and shield to press the orange cat's and the bulldog's paws together.

The orange cat and the bulldog's faces twitched, their fur twitched slightly, and they had no choice but to suppress their anger.

The orange cat stopped hissing.

With his sword and shield, Shen Jue released his claws and cleaved open a ripe watermelon.

"This melon is ripe."

"Sword and Shield Shen Jue said calmly, then pushed the melon to the bulldog and said, 'My treat.'"

Then, Shen Jue, the swordsman and shieldman, turned to the orange cat and said seriously, "Boss, that's not how business is done."

"If you sell raw cucumbers for four cents, you'll lose all your repeat customers."

The orange cat stared at Shen Jue with his knife and shield for three seconds, then silently picked up the fruit knife and squatted back behind the stall.

The bulldog took the melon, took a bite, juice dripping from the corner of its mouth, and nodded, saying, "Okay, this melon is good."

"Hey bro, where are you from?"

Shen Jue, wielding both sword and shield, smiled slightly.

"I'm just an ordinary dog ​​that's passing by."

Outside the electronic screen, Death God Shen Jue couldn't help but applaud.

"Awesome."

"Rebel against the Heavenly Gang!"

"Was it the fruit knife the melon stall owner pulled out?"

"You dog, you even reenacted the opening scene of Romance of the Three Kingdoms, where Liu Bei splits two tigers with one dragon?"

"Is a steel city really that abstract?"