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

Shen Jue raised the Human Game.

The light on the blade writhed like a living thing, peeling away bit by bit from the tip, transforming into countless fine ghostly runes. These ghostly runes seemed to be drawn by some unseen force, shooting off in all directions.

They pierced through the crystal branches of the Spirit King Palace and through the spiritual pressure wall set up by Hyosube Ichibei.

Hyōshūbe Ichibei suddenly raised his hand, and the giant pen on his back fell into his palm. The tip of the pen drew a sharp arc in the air, attempting to intercept those demonic runes.

But the runes were not hindered at all; they passed directly through his brushstrokes and body, as if he did not exist in the same dimension.

"Is this considered the way of the demons?!"

Ichibei said with difficulty.

Those runes have already flown out of the Spirit King's Palace, flying towards the Soul Society, the Human World, Hueco Mundo, and every corner of the three realms.

They are integrated into the spiritual cycle, into the law of causality, and into the framework of time and space.

Shen Jue closed her eyes.

The gun from the game slowly melted in his palm, turning into a final ray of silver light that merged into his chest.

"Heaven and Earth".

"Rule rewriting".

"The wedge of the three realms is based on me."

Shen Jue's voice echoed in every corner of the Three Realms.

The Shinigami of Soul Society raised their heads, the humans of the mortal world looked around blankly, and the Hollows of Hueco Mundo let out uneasy growls.

That sound was etched directly into the world's underlying logic, like the first line of code written by the Creator at the beginning of creation.

The crystal cocoon deep within the Spirit King's Palace trembled violently.

The sealed head trembled slightly, a faint ripple passing across its face, as if a consciousness that had been dormant for millions of years had been gently touched by something.

Hyobu Ichibei felt the ground beneath his feet changing.

The entire Spirit King Palace is changing.

The crystal branches began to emit a soft light, which spread from the roots to the tips along the veins of the branches, and the long-dormant power of the Spirit King was awakening.

Ichibei felt the weight of the three realms.

The spiritual particle cycle of Soul Society, the material laws of the mortal world, the transformation order of Hueco Mundo, and the fragile boundary between the three realms—all the forces that held this world together from collapse—originally rested on the Soul King's broken head.

And now, they are being forcibly transferred under the rule of the human game.

The power of the Spirit King was like countless invisible threads, peeling away from the Spirit King and connecting one by one to Shen Jue.

Ichibei instinctively took a step back.

He felt the immense pressure from the Three Realms. Even though he was just observing, and even though the threads weren't connected to him, the aftershocks of that pressure caused his spiritual pressure to surge violently.

That is the mass of the Three Realms themselves, the cause and effect of billions of living beings, and the total weight of time and space.

He couldn't imagine anyone being able to handle something like that.

But Shen Jue stood there, smiling, seemingly indifferent to the power of the Spirit King and the weight of the Three Realms.

He stood before the crystal cocoon, within this fragment stripped from the world, and the convergence of all the weights of the three realms was gradually pressing down on Shen Jue.

Shen Jue's figure did not change at all.

His back remained straight, and his breathing remained steady.

The weight that would have been enough to turn the Spirit King into a wedge for countless years fell on him like a gentle breeze across a mountain.

Shen Jue opened her eyes.

He looked down at his hands, his fingers slightly spread open, then slowly closed again.

A faint light flowed from his fingertips; it was the spiritual particles of the three realms converging on him and then flowing out of him in all directions, forming a perfect cycle.

Every soul in Soul Society, every human in the mortal world, every Hollow in Hueco Mundo, every speck of dust in the three realms—all existence is within his perception.

Their past, present, and possible future were all laid out before him, like an open history book.

A natural smile appeared on Shen Jue's face.

"this one?"

His tone carried a hint of disappointment, as if he had expected a thrilling battle, only to have his opponent fall before he could even draw his sword.

Hyosube Ichibei's lips moved, but no sound came out.

He saw that Shen Jue, bearing the weight of the entire Three Realms, remained calm, his breathing steady, his complexion normal, and he even had the leisure to raise his hand to dust off non-existent dust from his sleeves.

"The Spirit King is too weak."

"Please, this is really weak."

When Shen Jue said this, the big monk next to him could hardly contain himself.

"The weight of the Three Realms is nothing more than this."

"It's nothing special, just a drop in the ocean."

Shen Jue raised his head, his gaze passing through the dome of the Spirit King Palace, through the void gap, and landing on the vast void beyond the Three Realms.

There was nothing there.

There is no spirit, no time, no space, no cause and effect.

That is a place beyond the world, a realm that even the Spirit King cannot reach.

Shen Jue smiled slightly.

"Now that the Three Realms are already within me..."

"Then let's create another world in this void."

He raised his right hand and gently tapped it with his index finger.

The power of rules surged from his fingertips; that was the true power of his Bankai—rewriting the rules, creating the rules.

Based on the foundation of all existence in the Three Realms, Shen Jue lightly tapped, using the existing Three Realms as a prototype, and rewriting the rules, intending to create a new world.

Something incredible happened!

In the void, a crack silently opened.

Light surged from the cracks, matter was born from the light, and laws condensed within the matter.

A brand new world took shape in the void, like a seed sprouting in the darkness, and stars lighting up in the nothingness.

It transcends the Three Realms and is not bound by the Five Elements.

The new world is based on the Three Realms, yet exists independently of them.

Its time is synchronized with the Three Realms, yet it forms its own cycle.

Space and the universe are connected to the three realms, yet they each forge their own unique path.

Shen Jue looked at the newborn world, watching it slowly rotate in the void, radiating a soft yet independent light.

Every second, this newborn world is constantly expanding and growing.

Space continues to expand, and time continues to accelerate.

New life and species are quietly being conceived.

Shen Jue turned his head and looked at Hyōjubu Ichibei.

"That's my goal."

"The Three Realms are still the Three Realms, but they are no longer the only ones."

"From now on, even if the Three Realms collapse, there will be another world to take over everything."

"The wedge should not exist."

"I am capable of bearing all of this."

Shen Jue walked towards the crystal cocoon, stood in front of the sealed head, and looked down at the face that had long since lost all expression.

"You can rest now."

"Enjoy your new life."

"The Spirit King whose name is unknown."

Shen Jue said softly.

"Thanks for your hard work."

The head inside the crystal cocoon seemed to tremble slightly.

On that blurred face, the tranquility that had lasted for millions of years finally began to ripple.

The ripples were very faint, almost non-existent, but Shen Jue saw them.

He reached out and placed his palm on the cold crystal surface.

"Good night."

The light inside the crystal slowly dimmed, and the outline of the head became even more blurred after the light dissipated, as if it was finally beginning to merge into the nothingness to which it should belong.

Hyosube Ichibei stood at a distance, the huge pen he had been holding tightly in his hand drooping down.

He didn't know what to say.

He had lived for far too long, so long that he thought he had seen everything that could happen in the world.

But what he saw before him was beyond all his knowledge, experience, and imagination.

Shen Jue watched as the remains of the Spirit King vanished into nothingness.

The game of life re-formed in his palm, the blade still rusted red.

He walked towards the outside of the Lingwang Palace with light steps, like a teenager who couldn't wait to go to an internet cafe.

Shen Jue took a few steps, then suddenly stopped and looked back at Hyōjue Ichibei.

"Oh, right."

"The Great Monk."

He smiled, and that familiar, nonchalant smile reappeared.

"Your duties are over."

"It's time to think about the future path and plans."

"I'm talking about that big monk."

"Would you be interested in working for my 10th Division Security Battalion?"

"As I continue to create a new world based on the Three Realms, I want to restore peace between the Three Realms and Hell."

"To prevent any troublemakers from jumping out."

After all, Shen Jue thought to himself that to create a world where only animal-eared girls exist, he would have to put in 100% effort and seriousness!