My Anime Girlfriends

"Then let's begin!" Aizen said. As soon as he finished speaking, a wound appeared on his left shoulder as if he had been struck by a knife. Just as Aizen was surprised and was about to use Shunpo to rush forward, his right shoulder suffered the same fate as his left. Then, Aizen's mask seemed to be struck by something, breaking in two and falling off his face, revealing Aizen's pale face. After the mask fell off, Aizen laughed and said, "What is this now?"

"Time stops! All time within the range of this sphere of light is under my control...!" I said calmly. After speaking, the Tang sword in my hand turned back into a petal and then back into the released Zanpakuto, which was then inserted back into its pin.

As everyone looked at me in confusion, a white light shot out from Aizen's body, and then the white light split Aizen in two. His body then began to turn into specks of light and gradually disappeared into the air.

"It's over!" Kyoraku Shunsui asked in confusion.

"Probably!" Ukitake guessed.

I walked to the pillar of light that imprisoned Yoruichi, and without pausing, I went straight inside. As soon as I entered, Yoruichi threw herself into my arms, tears streaming down her face, and said, "You big bad guy...you bad guy! Why did you lock me up? Why did you say you were leaving? Do you know how worried I was about you? Do you know how much I...ah!" Yoruichi tried to continue speaking, but I covered her mouth with my lips. After a long kiss, tears involuntarily streamed down my face. Under Yoruichi's questioning gaze, I said, "Yoruichi, it's true, I have to leave!" After saying that, I pushed Yoruichi away and prepared to walk out of the pillar of light. "God! Have a...good journey!" Yoruichi called out to me, tears streaming down her face.

"kindness!"

Then he entered the pillar of light that imprisoned Rangiku, and like Yoruichi, gave her a passionate kiss. He then said to her, "Rangiku, if I had another chance, I hope what happened the night before last wouldn't have happened, because it's unfair to you! You didn't receive my love, but you gave yours!"

After I finished speaking, Rangiku looked up at me and said, "No, I'm very grateful that God gave me that opportunity. If I had known that something like that could happen, I really wish I hadn't been drunk back then!" After saying that, she deliberately covered my mouth with her lips to stop me from saying anything more, and then said, "I really don't regret it! Rest in peace, big brother!"

"Oh God, Nilu... Nilu will never forget you," Nilu said, crying.

After saying goodbye to Yoruichi, Rangiku, and Nel, I walked up to Shunsui, tossed him a ring, and said, "There are several hundred jars of the same sake as before inside. Drink sparingly!"

After accepting the ring, Chunshui smiled and said, "Have a safe journey, Little Tiantian!"

"Rest in peace, Rotten Wood." - Ukitake

"Rest in peace, Captain Kuchiki." - Yamamoto

"Farewell, Brother Tian!" Rukia

"Farewell, Lord Ten!" Soi Fon said, then hugged my neck and kissed me.

"Farewell, Kuchiki-kun!" Unohana said gently, then kissed me just like Soi Fon did.

Amidst everyone's farewells, I transformed into a beam of light and vanished before their eyes.

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'What is the next world?' I asked directly as the void appeared before me.

"So you're in such a hurry, it seems you're not sad at all!" Void laughed.

"Shut up!"

"It doesn't seem so!"

"hurry up!"

"Alright...alright! In the next world, you will still appear as a soul, but you can have a physical body. You'll find out how to get one soon! Let's go now!"

"Wait, the void!"

"how?"

"Is it possible to forget the memories I currently have after I have a physical body?"

"Sure, but this is just the beginning!"

"That's fine too!" I replied casually.

"Let's go then!"

Chapter 121 Overdoing

I wandered freely among the crowd dressed in clothes typical of the 1960s and 70s. Although I was wearing a 'Shihaka outfit' and seemed quite out of place, no one noticed me because I was just a spirit, and the place I was in was China in 1967.

I smiled and walked into a park, sitting down on an empty bench. I slowly watched the crowds of people enjoying themselves. I was waiting for someone who could see me, because only by finding 'him' could I have a physical body. Why do I say this? Because in my world, there are no gods or ghosts, only technology. The challenge the Void has given me is to find an ordinary person who can see me and then provide them with technology and science surpassing that of all current nations, so they can create a 'perfect' physical body for me.

Night fell quickly, and I was the only one sitting on the bench in the entire park. The yellow light from the streetlights enveloped me and the pillar behind me. Around 10 p.m., a middle-aged man pushed his bicycle past me. Seeing me sitting on the bench, he asked in surprise, "Young man, why are you sitting here so late?"

"You can see me!"

"How can I talk to you if I can't see you?" the middle-aged man said with a smile.

Hearing him say that, I stood up and asked, "Why don't you ride a bike?"

"You mean it! The tire blew out!" the middle-aged man said with a laugh.

I laughed and said, "Really? Then I'll restore it for you!" As I spoke, a white light emanated from my hand, instantly enveloping the bicycle. A second later, the light dissipated, and the bicycle was brand new.

The middle-aged man stared in astonishment at what he was seeing, seemingly unable to believe his eyes. After a long while, this highly educated man finally came to his senses and asked in surprise, "How... how did you do that? Is it magic?"

I laughed and said, "No! I just turned back time to when it was still new!"

"Turn back time! You...!" He seemed to want to ask something more, but I had already sent a divine thought into his body, instantly telling him my origins and identity. After fully digesting the contents of my previous divine thought, he immediately prostrated himself before me.

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Since I imparted to Xiao Zheng (the middle-aged man's name) all the scientific and technological knowledge that surpasses all current advancements, China's scientific, technological, and economic development has been rapid, surpassing many countries and making it one of the world's four major economic powers. Xiao Zheng has also become a world-renowned scientist. His contributions to the country, whether in military, civilian, or other fields, are irreplaceable!

Deep within Shennongjia, in a research base undetectable even by the most advanced satellites and reconnaissance equipment, 79-year-old Xiao Zheng excitedly gazed at his creation in the 'cultivation tank.' Like a child, he jumped and danced with joy, exclaiming, "I finally succeeded... I succeeded! I've finally created the most perfect body! Hahaha...!"

"Does the doctor need a chip implanted?" a researcher in a white lab coat asked.

"No need, you can all leave!" Xiao Zheng said without turning his head, looking at the people with their eyes closed inside the 'culture tank'.

Upon hearing this, all the researchers immediately returned to their posts, left the research lab, and closed the heavy alloy door!

After everyone left, Xiao Zheng went to the control panel and turned on the 'culture tank'. After turning it on, Xiao Zheng opened a complicated safe in a corner of the research room, took out a ring from it, and then put the ring on the hand of the 'physical body'.

A few days later, researchers were conducting various tests on the most perfect 'person' who had just been born a few days earlier, including strength, speed, endurance, cell vitality, intelligence, nerve reaction speed, muscle tissue strength, and immune system strength.

"Doctor, according to the test results, Xiaotian possesses about five times the physical abilities of an average person, except for his intelligence, and there are no adverse reactions found in him!" said a young man wearing glasses. After adjusting his glasses, he continued, "However, there is another aspect...!"

"what happened?"

"Although he learns very quickly, he doesn't even know a little bit of common sense! The female researchers at the base often take advantage of him!"

"It's alright! You don't need to worry about that! I've already prepared to send him to an organization to receive training in a specific area!"

"Excuse my intrusion, Doctor! Where do you intend to send him?"

"Miyin," Xiao Zheng said.

"What? That mercenary organization that's ten years ahead of the world in military technology!"

"kindness!"

"Why not let 'him' live a normal life, Doctor!"

"Yang Wei, do you think 'he' can live a normal life?"

The next day, a combat helicopter landed on the open ground outside the base. Under the reluctant gazes of all the female researchers, the innocent Dong Tian boarded the helicopter, officially beginning his journey in this world.

Chapter 122 The Beginning of Metal

April 15, 21:37 (local time)

Eighty km southeast of Khabarovsk, Eastern Soviet Federation

"Being in this situation, it would be easier to just be killed!" The girl thought to herself as the car bounced violently. Mud, kicked up by the tires, splattered against the windshield. The headlights illuminated the vast coniferous forest, and the scenery changed constantly as the car sped forward. In the rearview mirror, a girl's face was reflected, seemingly possessed by an evil spirit, uncontrollably biting her thumb. A bluish face—it was her own face. Normally, from tennis club practice, she should have had a healthy tan. Why did she look so pale and haggard?

How tired are you?

That said, how long has it been since I couldn't participate in tennis club practice anymore? A week? A month? Or has it been a year? No, time means nothing to me anymore, since it's impossible to go back to my old life. So, I just hope you kill me already.

"We're almost there!" shouted the middle-aged man gripping the steering wheel, a wrinkled jacket draped over his military uniform. "After a few more kilometers, once we enter the mountainous area ahead, we can head back to Japan."

"He's lying! He's lying. How could he possibly escape in a car like that? Those people will catch him, strip him naked, inject him with drugs, and then lock him back in that water tank. He'll be back in that deep, dark place where there's nothing. Then they'll keep asking him meaningless questions, and no matter how much he begs, he won't be released."

No one heard the plea; the sound didn't even reach his ears. Then, his consciousness gradually crumbled. The only thing that brought him pleasure was biting his nails. Because it was the only thing he could do. Gradually losing himself, the only thing that brought him pleasure was biting his nails. Nails were so good. Pain, even bleeding, it was all good. The blood dissolved the nails, the nails, the nails.

"Stop!" The man waved his hand, interrupting the girl's actions, as he stood beside her. The girl was momentarily stunned, but then began to emit soft, mournful sounds.

The bird cried out, "Let me bite you, or kill me. Let me bite you, or kill me!"

Like a broken radio, it painfully repeated its words. The man's face was contorted with heartache as he cursed those who had treated the girl so cruelly: "How could this happen? Damn it, what did those scumbags do?" His anger was reflected in the violent swerving of the steering wheel, while a blinding flash attacked from behind. The flash traced a straight line across the top of the speeding jeep—it was probably a rocket-propelled weapon! A raging fire erupted directly ahead, accompanied by a powerful shockwave. Their vision was instantly turned completely red, and the windshield shattered into small pieces, hitting them both. The steering wheel swung uncontrollably to its lowest point, the doors sliding along the ground. The jeep slammed into the ground, bouncing into the air like rubber, tumbling twice in the flames.

The girl crashed through the car window and was thrown out by the immense impact. If she had cried out and gasped for air in that instant, she would likely have died instantly from the scorching flames burning her lungs. Unfortunately, she didn't even have the strength to cry out. Her body streaked through the air, leaving a trail of smoke around her, before crashing through low bushes, landing on her shoulder on the ground mixed with snow and mud. She rolled helplessly for three meters before finally coming to a stop.

""

Like a puppet with its strings cut, the girl remained motionless for a moment. Her dazed consciousness gradually cleared, and she laboriously moved her head, seeing the jeep nearly totaled, its chassis pointing towards the night sky, the rear wheels spinning pitifully. The girl tried to support herself, but for some reason, she couldn't muster any strength in her right shoulder. Was it broken, or dislocated?

Incredibly, I felt no pain. I crawled almost on my stomach to the wreckage of the jeep.

Beside the mangled exterior of the vehicle lay a man in a pool of blood. From his mouth, frothy with blood, he uttered a barely audible voice: "Please take this," he said, his trembling hand pulling out a CD from a case. "Go south, due south."

The girl's knees trembled as she stood up, picked up the CD case, and took one step at a time, her bare feet covered in blood and mud. Even though she couldn't tell which way was south, she seemed to obey a command, pushing forward. She continued biting her thumb, dragging her heavy steps. The sound of the helicopter grew closer: the screeching of its propellers cutting through the air, the sharp roar of its engines, the hissing of its exhaust pipes. The nearby forest creaked under the strong winds. Looking back, she saw a gray attack helicopter in the direction of the trees. Its dented fuselage resembled a wrinkled old tree; the girl thought it was truly ugly.

The warning, "Stop," was transmitted through the helicopter's loudspeaker.

However, the girl did not stop. Without thinking, she simply focused on walking forward.

A voice came through the microphone again: "Where do you think you're going to escape to?" The machine gun in the nose of the aircraft fired. The shell hit the ground on the right, splashing up bits of mud. The girl was hit by the blast and fell to the ground.

"Bad kids should be punished."

As she tried to prop herself up with her still-functioning left hand, another shockwave came from her left. The girl was thrown backward and fell to the ground, letting out a weak groan.

"Look! How dangerous!"

Four or five more shells fell around the girl. Torn by the impact of the shells, the girl struggled and rolled painfully in the mud.

The drivers seemed to be enjoying the situation, as laughter and chatter could be heard through the microphone.

The girl's vitality was fading, but she still struggled forward as if squeezing out her last bit of strength.

"Look at her, how pitiful. She's already injured like this, and she still wants to run away."

The mocking laughter abruptly ceased due to tension. Only the noise of the engine and propeller continued. Immediately following was a somewhat urgent voice: "Fire! AS detected! Pull up!"

The pilot could no longer speak. With a piercing sound of metal being crushed, the attack helicopter crashed, sparks flying. The girl looked up and saw something stuck in the nose of the helicopter.

A dagger! It was a huge dagger, about the height of a person, a throwable dagger. The scorching blade was deeply embedded in the nose of the helicopter, scattering dazzling metal shavings.

The attack helicopter, now pilotless, lost its balance and tilted sharply. Then, it swerved violently, nose down, and crashed towards the girl's location. The girl had no time or strength to react. She could only stand there, staring at the ever-approaching massive metal block.

At that moment, an unimaginably huge shadow suddenly leaped out from the corner of the field of vision. The shadow stepped over the girl, spread its huge wrists, lowered its center of gravity, and planted its feet firmly on the ground, blocking the direction of the falling helicopter.

The helicopter hurtled towards them without changing direction—a violent impact. Debris was scattered everywhere, with smaller parts lying around the girl. The screeching of spinning gears and the roar of the turbines created a noisy duet.

Looking up, the upper half of the enormous shadow had caught the wrecked helicopter. It swerved to the side, but still couldn't completely absorb the powerful impact. White steam billowed from its wrists, shoulders, waist, knees—every joint.

The thing forcibly carried the helicopter out. With each step, the snow mixed with mud splashed up violently and the heavy sound of footsteps echoed. In this way, when it moved to a position where it would not harm the girl, the thing threw the helicopter into the forest.