Infinite Chimera Creation

"No, these virtual things are enough. West, you did a good job."

After releasing his spiritual pressure and immobilizing the void below, Yuan Yuan spoke softly.

"Wangliang, go down and kill them, kill them one by one."

Although he didn't know why Yuan Yuan would issue such a strange order, the weapon named Wangliang didn't think much of it. He decisively drew his Zanpakuto from his waist, rushed into the valley, and began to kill these small fry one by one, just as Yuan Yuan had said. He could have cleared them out in a few minutes by using his Bankai.

Time passed in silence. Apart from the sound of blades tearing flesh, there was no other sound in the valley. Even the small fodder Hollows being cleared out could not utter a scream because of the immense spiritual pressure pressing down on them.

Finally, after countless deaths, the change Yuan Yuan had been hoping for occurred. The crisp clanging of chains echoed, the grand, almost manic chanting of millions remained, and the air was thick with the madness of despair. The gates of hell… had opened.

As the massive door slowly opened, Yuan Yuan's lips curled into a smile.

"Three days later, kill the remaining Void Ones and open the gates of hell for me once again."

With a light laugh, Yuan Yuan was about to walk towards the gate in the sky.

"Please wait a moment, Father."

Multiple voices rang out simultaneously, with West and the weapon types saying the same thing in unison.

“Killing the Hollow and opening the gate is something West can do alone. Please allow us to follow you into hell.”

"Father, just to be on the safe side, please take me with you. As for something as trivial as opening the door, let these weapon types handle it."

The demon, who subtly held a leading position among the ten weapon types, clicked its tongue clearly, then quickly spoke.

"We hope Father can take us with him. That way, if anything unexpected happens, we can detonate our Hollows and use our sacrificial release to buy Father time to escape Hell. As for Lord West, as far as I know, he doesn't have any sacrificial abilities. Moreover, if none of these Hollows meet the conditions for opening the gates of Hell, we'll need to send another batch from Hueco Mundo. Among us, only Lord West is a Hollow who can open the Black Hole leading to Hueco Mundo."

Instead of arrogantly saying things like, "I can handle everything myself," Yuan Yuan readily nodded in agreement.

“West, you stay here. Wraith, you pick five people to come with me to see the sights of hell. The rest of you stay here to guard the place. If Death discovers this place, don’t hesitate, kill them all.”

The ten weapon types, who knew each other inside and out, decided on who would go to hell without even discussing it. West let out a frustrated growl and slowly collapsed to the ground, as if all his energy had been drained.

Just as Wangliang said, he doesn't have any sacrificial abilities that can unleash powerful combat strength in an instant. Because Yuan Yuan said that West and the other synthetic beasts created in the previous world have special significance to him, when they were being modified, he didn't consider adding sacrificial abilities to them at all, and only added abilities that are strong in terms of survival.

Even now, ghouls, a race positioned as researchers, have a sacrificial ability to autonomously destroy blood components in exchange for a surge in strength, while these synthetic beasts are the only ones without such a sacrificial ability.

Normally, West would be quite pleased with this, because a little thought would lead him to the conclusion that [those who sacrifice sexual ability are defined as consumable items, while those who don't are rare and precious items that wouldn't be easily discarded]. However, now that Yuan Yuan needed consumables, West discovered that his determination to protect his father was utterly useless.

Thinking back to the war with the elves in the last world, the only ones he ever used were those self-destructing bugs that he usually looked down on. Meanwhile, he, who usually considered himself powerful, could only stare blankly at the golden beetles that served as the sun in the underground jungle.

The more West thought about it, the more useless he felt. He whimpered and buried his three heads under his front paws. West couldn't help but start to doubt his usefulness to Yuan Yuan.

Is what Father truly needs someone who can be sacrificed at any time?

Although it was just a fleeting thought, it had already been planted deep in West's heart, and who knows when it would turn into a mad thorn that would spread throughout his heart.

Although Yuan Yuan was a genius and knew many things, he couldn't possibly know what West was thinking. Because the gates of Hell were only open for a short time and would soon disappear again, Yuan Yuan didn't linger and led Wang Liang and the others into Hell.

As Yuan Yuan stepped into Hell, a slight smile involuntarily appeared on his lips. Even at the entrance to Hell, he could feel the miasma in the air, which had a similar effect to that black mist, only the effect was weakened by about a thousand times. Even an ordinary person, as long as they were mentally prepared, could stay here for more than a day without going mad.

Of course, with the physical condition of an ordinary person, they would be poisoned to death by miasma in less than a day or even a few hours.

Looking around, Yuan Yuan found that the scenery of Hell was even more chaotic than he had imagined. Looking around, the huge white cubes floating in the air had an incredibly strong presence, forcibly squeezing into everyone's field of vision. At first glance, the cubes floating in the air gave people a shocking sense of beauty, but upon closer inspection, it was found that an omnipresent sense of oppression filled every corner of these floating objects.

Countless figures were scattered among these suspended objects. Most of them lay lifeless on the ground, but a small number were frantically attacking anything that could move around them.

Feeling the vibration beneath his feet, Yuan Yuan's lips curled into a smile as he strolled forward.

"Isn't it a pleasure to have friends coming from afar? My friends from hell are really hospitable."

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Chapter Forty-Two Waste

Even though the cubes were all solid, a gigantic skull emerged silently, as if from the water, except for a slight tremor. Such a massive head appeared without making a sound.

Following the skull appeared two enormous, pillar-like arms with bulging muscles. Using these arms to support itself, the massive monster slowly moved forward and completely crawled out of the cube.

What should have been the torso consisted of only a thick spine, behind which were legs with bulging muscles, just like the forearms. However, compared to the forearms, the legs were pitifully small, making the monster's standing posture resemble that of a gorilla.

However, this gorilla was a semi-skeletal gorilla that was several meters tall.

"So this is the legendary guardian of hell, representing the will of hell. It's true that seeing is believing. The creature that tortures the guilty with all sorts of cruel methods is actually a monster with little reason, driven only by instinct. It's truly disappointing."

Yes, upon seeing the hazy, confused eyes of the Hell Guardians, Yuan Yuan understood. These beings, bestowed with the name of guardians, were nothing more than mindless beasts, acting solely on instinct, like the Kylian. The legends of them punishing the wicked were probably merely because their souls possessed an instinct to attack other life forms.

Just as zombies attack all non-zombie life, the Hell Guardians attack all life forms that do not belong to their own race. Strip away the mysterious cloak of being called Guardians, and you'll see that this kind of life is nothing more than a low-level existence.

The hazy red light flickering in the skull's eye sockets stared intently at Yuan Yuan and the others. The beast, endowed with a sacred name, raised its right hand high and slammed it down.

Leaping into the air to dodge the guardian's attack, Yuan Yuan raised his right hand, aiming at the massive body that resembled a natural target, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Hado #54, Destroyed Flame".

The disc-shaped flames swirled and pierced through the guardian's body. Among the many demonic paths, its power was only considered moderate, yet it easily burned the terrifying-looking guardian into scattered ashes.

"As expected, this kind of thing is only 100% immune to attacks when facing culprits, and has no other merits."

With a disdainful smirk, Yuan Yuan activated his Instant Step and quickly rushed away into the distance.

"Let's go, to the depths of hell."

Watching the demon kill a hell guardian that was attacking head-on, Yuan Yuan spoke softly.

"Although the Guardians don't pose a great threat, don't let your guard down. If you are killed because of your own stupidity, become the culprits, and are trapped in hell for eternity to suffer endless torment, I won't waste my time rescuing you."

Before long, surrounded by six weapon types, Yuan Yuan arrived at the border of the entrance to Hell. Looking at the bottomless abyss below, Yuan Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, took out the wisp of black energy that had become unusually active since entering Hell from his pocket, sensed it for a moment, and then jumped down without hesitation.

Although the weapon types were surprised, they did not hesitate for a moment and followed Yuan Yuan into the abyss.

The rapid descent made the air that brushed past everyone's faces feel like sharp blades. If it weren't for the protection of spiritual power, the short descent of less than a minute would have been enough to turn them into a bloody mess.

"This must be the real-life version of the 'cauldron that fell into hell,' and it's a hellish cauldron simmering lotus soup."

Landing on a huge rock lotus, Yuan Yuan looked with great interest at the vast lake beneath it, where steam rose and stretched as far as the eye could see. He murmured to himself...

"Welcome to Hell."

As soon as Yuan Yuan finished speaking, dozens of thick arms suddenly emerged from the lake, creating huge waves that slammed down on Yuan Yuan and his group.

"Ugh, this is so annoying! If we're just ants, why don't we just lie down and wait to be trampled to death?!"

Suddenly, a gaunt weapon-type creature roared, angrily drawing its Zanpakuto from its waist, its spiritual energy surging violently.

"Santa solution, all things wither and decay."

After a gas explosion, the rust-red gas spread out, turning everything it touched into fragile rust. A gentle breeze blew, and dust filled with a strong metallic smell drifted away.

"Useless. The miasma concentration has only increased thirty-seven times, and your mind has already been affected."

Hearing Yuan Yuan's dissatisfied voice, Wang Liang dared not hesitate, gripping his Zanpakuto horizontally in front of his chest, his spiritual pressure exploding.

"Bankai, demons and monsters. False face, a face of pleasure. Withered, wake up and stop disgracing us!"

Wearing a laughing mask, the demon waved its hand and unleashed a stream of azure gas. The faint gas, seemingly slow but actually fast, trembled a few times before entering the withered eye of the creature that was roaring and attacking the guardian.

The withered figure, which had been roaring, suddenly froze, then burst into laughter as if it had seen something to be pleased with. The transition between these two emotions was so abrupt and seamless that it created a sense of unease.

With a sigh, the demon gently beckoned, drawing the power it had injected into the withered body. The laughter that echoed through the depths of hell abruptly ceased. The withered body paused for a moment, then bowed its head deeply.

"I'm sorry, Father. I'm withered and incompetent, and my mind has been affected by the miasma of hell."

"Now that you've realized you're a piece of trash, go back and train hard. Don't think that just because you've mastered Bankai you're at the top of the world."

With a cold remark, Yuan Yuan once again drew out the black energy to sense it for a moment, and following the guidance he received, he walked towards the depths of hell.

After passing through thousands of small temples enshrining spirit tablets, traversing a pale desert composed of crushed bones of the guilty, and crossing a river as red as lava, Yuan Yuan and his companions finally approached the deepest part of hell, the source of that wisp of black mist.

Along the way, besides his Bankai ability, all the weapon types, including Moryo, who controls his emotions, went berserk. As a last resort, Moryo could only maintain his Bankai to control the emotions of the other weapon types.

It's better to hear these guys' annoying laughter or crying than to let them unleash their ultimate moves all the time.

Seeing the performance of these weapon types, Yuan Yuan felt a pang of disappointment. Although he knew that those who directly gained immense power through weapon types, whose minds lacked tempering, were more easily defeated mentally than those who rose to power through their own efforts, he hadn't expected it to be this easy.

This level of mental resilience is not even comparable to that of an ordinary Shinigami officer; at best, it's at the level of an outstanding Shinigami student.

After secretly deciding to arrange a "heartwarming" psychological training course for these weapons when he got back, Yuan Yuan looked at the huge pit below that resembled a volcano, churning with crimson liquid, and took a step out without hesitation.

Hopefully, the view from the deepest part of hell can bring some joy.

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PS2: While I don't know if some readers feel my definition of the Guardians is incorrect due to reasons like "Guardians and Ichigo fusion" or "Guardians and Ichigo fusion♂," I'll still explain it here to avoid conflict. In the Hell Arc, the Gates of Hell were broken, and a Guardian attempted to enter the Human World. If such a being truly rational and responsible for guarding Hell, it wouldn't have been able to attack the Human World. Furthermore, if the Guardians only attacked Sinners and those entering Hell, Toshiro wouldn't have needed to say "We must stop the Guardians from entering the Human World," proving that these beings also attack people in the Human World. This is my personal opinion.

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Chapter Forty-Three: Foolishness

Stepping into the violently churning crimson liquid, various illusions flashed before their eyes. Each drop of liquid contained the entire experience of a culprit being utterly tormented to the point of mental breakdown.

They were beaten to death, pounced on, beheaded, burned, crushed, and strangled. Even if they died, they would be resurrected and killed again. No matter how crazy or desperate their resistance was, it was useless in front of the guardians. They were only killed again and again, suffering more and more pain each time.

"Let me go, let me leave, give me my freedom, I don't want to stay in this painful place."

"Please, spare me. I don't want to suffer the pain of death anymore."

"Whoever it is, please save me, save me, I'm willing to pay any price."

"Let me leave, or let me die completely. I've had enough. I hate this place."

"Let me die, let me die completely, let me... die completely."

"Heh, heh heh, I don't care anymore, I don't care about anything, I don't care about anything at all."

The initial yearning for freedom, the lamentation after enduring prolonged suffering, the weak reluctance to let go of the last glimmer of hope when on the verge of despair, and finally, falling into irreversible, deepest despair and collapse.

Hatred and fear of hell, resentment and anger over one's own fate—these negative emotions accumulated by people over thousands of years relentlessly assail the minds of everyone.

The weapon-types, lacking mental fortitude, roared incessantly, ignoring the strange liquid being forced into their mouths. Their eyes were bloodshot, and their limbs flailed wildly, seemingly enduring the same pain as the collapsing vengeful beings. Even the demons, whose power lay in controlling emotions, finally succumbed to the pervasive negativity and went berserk.

Yuan Yuan frowned. Although he was dissatisfied with the useless performance of the weapon types, he didn't have time to punch them and help them wake up.

From the moment they entered Chishui, the black mist used to guide the way seemed to lose its effect, writhing wildly in Yuan Yuan's hands.

Helpless in this environment filled with highly corrosive negative emotions, Yuan Yuan, who should have been able to calm his mind and prevent himself from being infected, could only let his senses wander, allowing the pain, hatred, resentment, and violence to invade his spirit. Surrounded by various negative emotions, Yuan Yuan forced himself to remain calm, carefully discerning the location where those negative emotions were most intense.

This was no simple task. It was as if, to an ant, both humans and elephants were colossal beasts that blotted out the sky, with no discernible difference. In the depths of this negative emotion, which had reached a point where a qualitative change was imminent, even differences in concentration were difficult for Yuan Yuan to discern while maintaining his composure.

After an unknown amount of time, the weapon types had all become weak. They opened their mouths in vain, but had no strength to utter even the slightest roar. On the chest of the weakest, withered one, a small black chain, representing the culprit, had formed.