The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 502 Response

"Quickly, report to the captains! A large-scale and unusual spiritual pressure fluctuation has occurred in Rukongai!"

One of the watchdogs spoke urgently, shouting loudly while rapidly recording the constantly fluctuating data on the monitoring device.

His forehead was covered in sweat, and his eyes were filled with tension and unease. He knew that this sudden change in spiritual pressure must be a sign of a great crisis.

The news spread like wildfire throughout Seireitei.

Upon receiving the report, the captains of each squad put down their tasks and rushed to the conference room with grim expressions.

Their steps were quick yet steady, radiating a powerful aura, each step seemingly striking the hearts of everyone present.

First Division Captain Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni stood in the main seat, his eyes sharp as an eagle's. Although the years had etched deep wrinkles on his face, his majesty and imposing presence remained undiminished.

"Tell me in detail, what exactly happened in Rukongai?"

His voice was deep and powerful, echoing in the conference room.

The Shinigami responsible for the report quickly stepped forward and described the monitored spiritual pressure data and the general situation in detail.

"Judging from the intensity and range of the spiritual pressure fluctuations, it far surpasses any previous riot in Rukongai. Moreover, the nature of this spiritual pressure is extremely strange, completely different from the spiritual pressure of Shinigami, Hollows, and Yūgū that we are familiar with."

After hearing the report, the team leaders' expressions became even more solemn.

Fourth Division Captain Retsu Unohana frowned slightly, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes: "With such a large-scale abnormal spiritual pressure, the residents of Rukongai are probably in great danger."

Sixth Division Captain Byakuya Kuchiki nodded slightly, his expression stern: "No matter who they are, they dare to cause trouble on our Soul Society's territory, and we must not tolerate it."

Eighth Division Captain Kyoraku Shunsui toyed with his Zanpakuto, a slight smile playing on his lips, but a hint of wariness in his eyes: "Send someone to Rukongai to scout out the situation first. Acting rashly might fall into their trap."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

After a moment of contemplation, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni said in a deep voice, "Captain of the 12th Division, Mayuri Kurotsuchi, immediately arrange for members of the Technology Development Bureau to further analyze the characteristics of this abnormal spiritual pressure. The other divisions should also draw on their elite members and be on standby. Once we determine the opponent's intentions and strength, we must respond swiftly and absolutely cannot allow Soul Society to fall into crisis."

"Yes!" the captains responded in unison, their voices echoing throughout the conference room.

They then quickly got up and returned to their respective squads.

In a dark, secluded alley in Rukongai, filled with the smell of decay and dampness, the dim light flickered in the breeze, casting long shadows of two figures.

Gin Ichimaru was tall and slender, with a seemingly nonchalant yet meaningful smile on his lips. He stood there leisurely with his hands in his pockets, waiting for that familiar figure.

Before long, Aizen Sousuke walked slowly with steady and elegant steps.

He wore a white captain's haori, his posture was upright, his temperament was gentle and refined, and his eyes behind his glasses were deep and calm, as if he could see through everything in the world.

"Captain Aizen, this doesn't seem to be going according to plan."

Gin Ichimaru spoke first, his voice soft yet tinged with doubt, and he tilted his head slightly to look at Aizen.

"indeed."

Aizen responded calmly, his tone indifferent, as if the changes before him were not beyond his expectations.

"Wasn't this arranged by you?"

Gin Ichimaru pressed on, his tone becoming more urgent. He subconsciously clenched his hand in his pocket, as if guarding against something.

"Of course," Aizen's lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile, as he gently pushed up his glasses with an elegant and composed gesture.

"Isn't this more interesting?"

His voice was deep and magnetic.

Upon hearing this, Gin Ichimaru secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as it wasn't Aizen's scheme, that's fine. He knew Aizen's methods and thoughts all too well. If Aizen was manipulating everything behind the scenes, then the situation was probably far more complicated and dangerous than it appeared on the surface.

While Ichimaru Gin was somewhat wary of these unexpected situations that suddenly disrupted his rhythm, he was confident in his strength and did not take the newly emerging so-called "traveler's calamity" to heart.

Aizen, unlike Gin Ichimaru, had a keen interest in his eyes as he gazed at the Rukongai outside the alley, shrouded in chaos and the unknown.

"What exactly is your purpose?" he murmured softly, his voice so low that only he could hear it.

Despite his curiosity, Aizen did not intend to take action himself.

He has always been good at planning and likes to manipulate everything behind the scenes, letting others uncover the truth for him.

This time, he assigned the task to his subordinate, Tosen Kaname.

Aizen believed that Tosen was loyal and capable, and that he would be able to provide him with detailed information about these uninvited guests. He only needed to wait for good news and then adjust his long-planned scheme according to the situation.

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Under the urgent command of the Seireitei, the three captains of the 2nd, 9th, and 7th Divisions quickly assembled and led a team of several hundred Shinigami, heading towards Rukongai like a black torrent.

The procession moved at an incredible speed; each of the Death Gods was as light as a swallow, leaping and darting between streets and rooftops like streaks of black lightning.

In less than a day, they had penetrated deep into the heart of Rukongai.

However, as they moved further and further away from Seireitei, the scene before them became increasingly chaotic.

Countless wandering souls were fleeing in panic toward the Seireitei, their expressions terrified and their steps unsteady.

Some were with their families, carrying young children in their arms and holding the hands of elderly relatives, their faces filled with despair and helplessness.

Some ran alone, desperately, as if some terrifying monster was chasing them.

A swift-thinking soldier grabbed a wandering spirit and demanded, "Speak quickly, what exactly happened here?"

The wandering spirit trembled with fear, daring not to conceal anything, and stammered, "Those wandering monsters are simply insane! They kill anyone they see! Their attacks... were terrifying! And, and there were at least tens of thousands of them!"

Upon hearing this, the three captains' expressions instantly turned serious.

Komamura Sajin frowned, a hint of doubt and disbelief flashing in his eyes. He said in a low voice, "At least tens of thousands of people?? I don't believe that so many Ryogoku could evade our detection and infiltrate Soul Society."

"Just investigate."

Soi Fon's eyes were sharp and her expression was cold. With a wave of her arm, she decisively gave the order.

Several teams of Xing Jun soldiers, who usually hid in the shadows and were skilled in reconnaissance, immediately took the order and left. They disappeared like ghosts around the corner of the street, heading in the direction of the traveler's location to gather intelligence.

At this moment, a tense and oppressive atmosphere permeated Rukongai.

Broken bricks and debris were scattered on the streets, some houses were burned down, and others collapsed on the ground, leaving a scene of utter devastation.

A faint smell of blood still lingered in the air, sending chills down one's spine.

(End of this chapter)