Death: This Death is a bit unorthodox.

Aizen's lips curled into a disdainful sneer: "Don't think I don't know about your relationship with Captain Shihouin."

Aozaki Mayuki raised an eyebrow and said, "I didn't realize you cared about these kinds of gossips?"

Aizen laughed and said, "There's no need to pay special attention. With the various antics you two have caused in Seireitei, I'm afraid no one is unaware of your reputation as the 'Black and White Duo'."

"I have this nickname?" Aozaki Mayuki lowered her head, pulled open her collar, and looked at the back of her hands and chest.

Yes, she's quite fair-skinned. The one with the dark skin should be Yoruichi.

"Alright, since it's for our future, leave this to me. Just don't forget what you promised me."

"That's natural."

Aizen nodded slightly and glanced at the large spiritual computer to the side.

"There is all the data on the experimental souls there. I'll give you access so you can view it freely; it might be helpful for your mission."

Aozaki Mayuki walked to the computer, her fingers dancing rapidly across the keyboard like a leaping sprite.

He suddenly saw a familiar figure, but couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

"This person looks familiar!"

Aizen stared intently at the computer screen and sneered:

“That was a freshman from the True Central Spiritual Arts Academy last year. I remember he was in the same class as you. He had excellent aptitude and possessed a fragment of a Spirit King within him, which greatly helped my research.”

The computer screen flickered, and at the same time, the soul's information began to play like a slideshow.

These faces felt both familiar and strange to Zhenyue; some he had never seen before, and others whose souls he had personally taken away.

Their faces were contorted with rage, their angry pupils seemingly alive, staring straight at him as if they wanted to drag him into hell.

Aozaki Mayuki flipped through the documents expressionlessly, ignoring the sorrowful anger of the spirits.

He was already prepared to walk on a path stained with blood, toward the heavenly throne built of corpses.

Aizen stood to the side watching him, then looked at the large computer screen, saying nothing, as if he too was recalling his own actions over the years.

However, his mood was the same as Aozaki Mayuki's: neither sad nor happy.

But then, the two heard footsteps coming from the metal floor outside, making a "clattering" sound, like the turning of an old clock.

As the clock stopped ticking, the laboratory door was opened from the outside.

A man with brown skin, wearing a Shinigami uniform, and sporting straight, naturally curly purple hair walked into the laboratory.

“Tosen…” Aizen turned his head.

“Lord Aizen,” the brown-haired man replied.

Chapter 67 Laboratory

In the dimly lit laboratory, only the computer screens emitted a faint light, barely enough to illuminate the three faces: two white faces and one black face.

But light meant nothing to Tosen; his pale eyes held only endless darkness.

All Tosen could do was slightly twitch his ears and judge whether there was a third person present by the sound of their breathing.

The third person's concealment skills were extremely high; even at such close range, no spiritual pressure could be sensed.

"This should be our first official meeting, right, Tosen Kaname?"

Aozaki Mayuki said enthusiastically, standing in front of the screen without moving an inch, her fingers clattering on the keyboard.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Aozaki Mayuki. From now on, we will be partners fighting side by side."

Tosen ignored him and went straight to Aizen, taking out a glass container.

"Lord Aizen, these are today's haul."

Aizen took the glass container, and a smile crept across his face as he looked at the soul inside.

"This is the last time. We won't need these anymore. We have new goals."

"Go and say hello to Mazuki, Tosen."

"Yes, Lord Aizen." Upon hearing Aizen's order, Tosen Kaname turned to look at Aozaki Mazuki.

"I am Tosen Kaname, nice to meet you."

"Please take care of me." Aozaki Mayuki didn't take his previous rudeness to heart at all, because he didn't care what this guy was thinking.

Tosen loses his best friend Uta, and afterwards is deceived and manipulated by the murderer Tsunayoshi Tokinada. Utterly desperate, he is filled with anger and hatred.

Aizen is someone who wants to change Soul Society, so he chose to follow Aizen and wanted to overthrow this dark world.

He was a walking corpse driven by hatred, unable to even recognize who he really was.

Aozaki Mayuki clapped his hands and chuckled, "Having finished reviewing the information, I'll be taking my leave now, Lord Aizen."

“Go, Shingetsu.” Aizen nodded. “Don’t worry, everything is taken care of.”

With his back to Aizen, Aozaki Mayuki waved and walked out the door.

The lab doors closed, and only then did Tosen Kaname speak up, asking, "Can that man really be trusted?"

Aizen narrowed his eyes and said confidently, "He will not be content to be a Shinigami. As long as he has this ambition, he will stand by my side."

Aozaki Mayuki walked down the street, admiring the bustling street as she slowly made her way towards the maggot's nest.

That night.

After slacking off all day, Aozaki Mayuki arrives at the maggot's nest.

Pushing open the door, it was clear that the prisoners already recognized the new administrator, and they all huddled in the corner, too afraid to move.

But this is only temporary. Before long, the confined space will torment their spirits, numbing them until they forget their fear and raise their fists at Aozaki Mayuki once again.

"Is the renovation complete?"

Aozaki Mayuki stood at the top of the stairs, arms crossed, leaning against the wall.

The prisoners behind him glanced at his unguarded back, hesitated for a moment, and then lowered their heads.

"It's basically finished; all that's left is to send it in."

Standing in front of him was Gin Ichimaru, who was holding a machine that looked like a simple computer.

"Aren't you being too nice to that madman? Do you really value scientists that much?"

Aozaki Mayuki nodded, glanced at the other side of the steps, saw the shadow on the ground, and suddenly smiled.

The owner of the shadow wore strange earrings, which made the shadow's ears, reflected on the ground, appear triangular.

Noticing his gaze, Gin Ichimaru chuckled awkwardly:

"That guy is really crazy. I don't know what he's thinking, that he's so fond of that ridiculous outfit."

“Geniuses always have some extraordinary qualities, which is understandable,” Aozaki Mazuki chuckled.

Of the three geniuses he knew, including Mayuri Kurotsuchi, none of them were normal.

Aside from Mayuri Kurotsuchi, that mad scientist.

Kisuke Urahara not only frequently teases others, but also enjoys slacking off.

He's young but acts like a middle-aged man, yet sometimes he's frighteningly calm, a contradiction that makes you wonder about his mental state.

And then there's Aizen, whose ideals are incredibly lofty: he wants to overthrow the old order of Soul Society and establish a fairer new order.

However, compared to the other two, Kisuke Urahara, this eccentric genius, is actually the most like an ordinary person.

"Perhaps...you could try to do something about him?"

Gin Ichimaru's expression was one of hesitation, but he finally couldn't help but speak tentatively.

The room was equipped with many traps, but he was still a little worried.

That guy named Mayuri Kurotsuchi may be crazy, but he's actually quite smart.

"Because he is very smart, he knows what to do now. Don't underestimate him. He is a madman, but a madman with reason."

Aozaki Mayuki turned her gaze away from the ground and said casually:

"As long as he doesn't go too far, let him be."

Upon hearing this, Gin Ichimaru remained silent for a moment, and finally sighed helplessly.

This guy is always so confident. I really don't know if he can see through people's hearts or if he's just too confident in his own judgment.

But his judgment was never wrong, making everything seem so natural.

"It's nice to meet you again, Mr. Mayuri Kurotsuchi."

Just as Gin Ichimaru's thoughts were wandering, Mazuki Aozaki's calm voice rang out in the room.

Without looking up, Mayuri Kurotsuchi lay on the table, seemingly fiddling with something.

Aozaki Mayuki walked in and looked around the room.

The prison cell has been completely transformed, with its area greatly expanded and half of it converted into a makeshift laboratory.

The room, which originally contained only one bed, is now half-filled with simple experimental equipment.

Video recorders were installed around the cell.

This is a creature with a strange face, multiple legs, that clings to the corners of a room and can transmit sound and images, functioning similarly to a monitor.

"You don't actually think that little thing will be of any use to me, do you?" Mayuri Kurotsuchi suddenly said in a muffled voice.

"After all, it was Kisuke who created it. His skills are unquestionable, and I have confidence in him."

Aozaki Mayuki spread his hands, pulled out a chair, and sat down in front of him.

"And I trust your intelligence; you won't do anything stupid like an idiot."

"Oh, then should I thank you for your trust?"

Mayuri Kurotsuchi chuckled and curled his lip, saying:

"You and Kisuke Urahara are both unpleasant people, aren't you?"

“It is very impolite of you to call someone a ‘guy’, Mr. Mayuri Kurotsuchi.”

With her eyes slightly narrowed, Aozaki Mayuki spoke calmly with a smile.