Infinite Chimera Creation

Suddenly, Yamamoto Genryusai, who had been suffering from over a dozen cuts on his body but seemed to feel no pain, let out a muffled groan, as if enduring unbearable agony. A small black chain-like appendage appeared out of thin air on his chest, as if it had grown into his flesh, half-buried within it.

On the newly formed chain, one chain after another appeared, and in a short time it had grown into a fairly long chain. The new chain swayed, seemingly echoing the black chain in the distance.

"This is the shackles of guilt."

Yamamoto Genryusai's voice turned bitter as he gripped the chain that seemed easy to pull out with a little force, but he had no intention of trying to pull it out.

Although he was unwilling to admit it, his thousand years of experience told him that what appeared on his chest were the chains that hell used to bind those who had committed grave sins in their previous lives.

He would never forget the aura of the chains of hell, because his greatest enemy and best friend, a Vastod, was dragged into hell by the chains of hell after he slew it with tears in his eyes.

"That's right, this is the Chain of Sin. Originally, only in Hell could Hell forcibly place the Chain of Sin on innocent people. But after the Lord's modifications, we, the guardians of Hell, can now forcibly place the Chain of Sin on our targets through death. Now, you are a sinner, a culprit!!!"

When you enter hell as a sinner, the ancient Ya that just died will rise from the chains binding your chest. He will then torment you, kill you, and inflict endless suffering on you in countless ways! And because of your pain, he will become even stronger, living in symbiosis with the chains.

"Don't worry, you won't suffer a mental breakdown like those other vengeful spirits we've destroyed. Because each Guardian can only summon one chain, Ancient Fang is already bound to you. To become stronger, he will do everything in his power to ensure you endure the greatest pain while you are fully conscious."

The black-clad leader maintained his eerie smile as he stared at the leader of the Grim Reaper before him, declaring the other's identity as a sinner.

"Hell...Guardian. Could it be..."

This was the second time the leader in black had called himself the Guardian of Hell. Initially, Yamamoto Genryusai hadn't paid much attention, thinking they were just a group of people plotting against Hell, using this righteous identity to justify their actions. But now, looking at the chain of guilt on his chest, he couldn't help but question the meaning of that term.

"So it is that we, the guardians of hell, who have been wandering in chaos in hell for thousands of years and have been given the name 'Hell's Will' by you."

"This is truly unbelievable."

Thinking of the hellish aura emanating from those skeletal gorillas, and then looking at the not-so-tall Eternal Punishment Soldiers before him, Yamamoto Genryusai murmured to himself.

"We were just discussing how to stop the anomaly in Hell, and now it's already happened?"

Immediately, the old man gripped the knife tighter and began to roar again.

"But even the will of hell cannot defeat me! I am the strongest Grim Reaper in a thousand years!!!"

With one hand on the ground, the lion-like old man began to roar.

"Hado #96, One-Sword Cremation!!!"

In an instant, a massive fire blade shot into the sky. This sacrificial Kido, which could only be activated at the cost of burning a large area of ​​the user's body, was so powerful that it even surpassed Bankai.

It was more like a massive, towering curtain of flames sweeping across the ground than a fire blade, slashing towards the Yongxing troops and Yuan Yuan in the distance.

The excessively high temperature even created cavities in the air. After the fire blade passed, a large amount of air rushed into the cavities, creating a terrible hurricane that caused secondary damage.

With extensive burns all over his body, Yamamoto Genryusai lay on the ground unable to move. He struggled to lift his head, wanting to see how much damage his attack had caused.

With such a blow, both the members of the Eternal Punishment Squad and their leader who can use multiple Bankai should be dead. That way, even if I'm dragged closer to hell, I can at least feel a little more at ease.

With this thought in mind, Yamamoto Genryusai struggled to open his eyes, which were charred and stuck together, wanting to take one last look at the place he had protected his entire life.

but,

"Wow, that attack was really powerful, it's super hot! But..."

The leader in black wore a faint smile, gently fanning his face with one hand, as if he genuinely felt hot. Suddenly, his smile twisted, and his voice turned vicious.

"I wasn't hurt at all!!"

Just as the leader in black said, after enduring such a terrifying attack, he really wasn't injured at all. Not only him, but all the members of the Eternal Punishment Team, as well as Yuan Yuan, who was being protected by the Eternal Punishment Team, were completely unharmed.

Seeing the disbelief in the other's eyes, the twisted smile on the black-clad leader's face faded, replaced by a calm expression. After straightening his clothes, he bowed slightly to Yamamoto Genryusai, who was lying on the ground.

"I apologize for not having formally introduced myself before. I am the black-clad captain of the Eternal Punishment Force, Barbarian Fang, of the Hell Guardian race."

Seeing the change in Yamamoto Genryusai's eyes, Banya smiled slightly.

"It seems you've figured it out, that's right, Guardian of Hell..."

Immune to all attacks from those who have wronged us!

With leisurely steps, Banya dragged the chain in his hand and slowly walked towards Yamamoto Genryusai.

"In fact, from the moment you were injured by Guya, no, that's not right, it was from the moment you became the Lord's enemy that you were destined to lose. Now, let me send you to hell. I think Guya is already impatient."

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Chapter Fifty-Three: Harvest

Retsu Unohana, whose real name is Yachiru Unohana, is the captain of the 4th Division, a support unit. She is the Shinigami most skilled in healing Kido in the entire Soul Society and even the entire Soul Society. With her superb healing skills and gentle smile, she is regarded as a saint by all Shinigami who do not know her past identity.

However, those who know her true identity can never forget her former title: "The Most Evil Ever." Everyone who witnessed this female Grim Reaper captain in battle cannot forget her fighting style, which was described as "evil." Even after defeating her enemy, she would wear a saintly, gentle smile, using her skillful healing techniques to completely heal her opponent, then once again wield her sword, forcing her to fight her.

Only when the opponent's mind breaks down in the endless cycle of battle will this great villain behead the enemy who has lost all will to resist, thus ending the battle that is akin to torture.

Although she has now sheathed her claws, laid down her sword, and donned the cloak of "compassion," no veteran captain will forget that this woman, hidden in the weakest division, was the first person in Soul Society to obtain the title of the strongest Shinigami, "Kenpachi," the one who created the Eleventh Division, and the one who established the Eleventh Division's philosophy of fighting to the death.

Now, after the Captain-Commander, the backbone of Soul Society, has fallen, the beautiful woman who had resolved never to wield a sword again has once again drawn her Zanpakuto, which had not seen blood for a long time, in order to protect the land she loves.

"Such a majestic aura creates a beauty far beyond your appearance. Even I, who have little interest in humans, can't help but have the thought of freezing this moment of you forever and keeping it in my bedroom."

As he uttered words of praise, Yuan Yuan tilted his head, his eyes slowly turning a cold yellow as they disappeared behind his mask, staring intently at the alluring figure that resembled a Valkyrie.

"But what good is it for you to step forward now? Even if you are the best at healing, you are powerless to remove the shackles of guilt."

Unmoved by the coldness in Yuan Yuan's words, Unohana Retsu—no, Unohana Yachiru, the Grim Reaper who had mastered eight thousand styles of swordsmanship—revealed a chilling smile as sharp as a sword.

"Even if I could heal him, that proud man wouldn't let me do it. He said that if someone is injured, disabled, or dies in battle, it's because he's not strong enough, and there's no need to heal him."

Although as a healer I don't support this idea, I have no right to go against the will of a powerful person, so I didn't interfere in his battle. Now, his battle is over, and it's my turn.

Looking at that smile, the phrase "bloodthirsty beauty" inexplicably popped into Yuan Yuan's mind. He shook his head slightly and let out a pleasant laugh.

"I'm truly sorry to interrupt your battle, but your turn cannot begin. Because I have already accomplished my purpose in coming to Soul Society. Well then, I look forward to seeing you again, Captain Unohana."

Unohana, who was full of fighting spirit and was about to enjoy a long-awaited battle, was stunned. She then gritted her teeth. In Yuan Yuan's tone, she only heard mockery and not a trace of apology.

"Do you think the Soul Society is something you can come and go as you please? I said I'm going to start a war, so you should obediently raise your sword and fight me."

"Ah, ah, I know it's very rude to kick down someone's door, cause a scene, and then ignore the owner's attempts to keep me there, insisting on leaving, but..."

After a cold voice, which could be mistaken for laughter, emanated from behind the mask, Yuan Yuan extended his right hand and pointed to his feet.

"Captain, Captain who is in charge of protecting the Soul Society, is it really okay for me to stay? Fighting you is nothing to me, but how many of those weakling Shinigami below can survive the Eternal Punishment Squad after our battle is over? You don't think that guy below who has been setting up defensive Kido ever since I appeared can withstand the attack of the Eternal Punishment Squad, do you?"

Looking at the menacing Eternal Punishment Force, at the Captain-General lying on the ground whose body was beginning to dissipate and turn into spirit particles, and at Kouto Nozomi below whose face was still calm but whose forehead was covered in cold sweat, Unohana Retsu gritted her teeth again.

Seeing that Unohana had fallen silent, Yuan Yuan, behind the mask, curled his lip in boredom, opened the pale crack again, and stepped inside. The Eternal Punishment Force followed closely behind Yuan Yuan, disappearing into the crack that appeared behind them.

After the Soul Society returned to peace, the captains who had gone out returned one after another. However, not all of them were able to return alive.

The captain of the Fifth Division died in battle.

Looking at Yamamoto Genryusai lying on the ground, his body covered in burns and gradually turning into spirit particles, Kyoraku Shunsui exuded a terrifying killing intent. Ukitake Jushiro, who was also a disciple of Yamamoto Genryusai, covered his mouth and coughed violently. Crimson blood slowly flowed from between his fingers. Everyone else remained silent, and no one made a sound.

But no one noticed that beneath the Captain-Commander, a small, pale crack silently absorbed all the spiritual particles that the Captain-Commander had transformed into.

Standing in the drastically altered hellish environment, Yuan Yuan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and inhaled the suffocatingly dense spiritual particles into his abdomen. Before him, from several small cracks, a large amount of spiritual particles were continuously gushing out.

On the other side of these cracks, there were the corpses of the Captain-Commander, the Fifth Division Captain, and even the Adjuchas-class Hollows.

These lifeless corpses are constantly dissipating, transforming into spiritual particles.

"My lord, in addition to acquiring a large amount of spiritual power for you, this battle also yielded the following: 765 fragments of the Death God's soul and 2,314 fragments of the Great Void's soul."

The Shinigami have lost high-level combatants: the captain of the First Division and the captain of the Fifth Division. The captain of the Tenth Division is seriously injured and has virtually no chance of fully recovering and regaining his combat strength.

Hueco Mundo suffered the loss of high-level combatants: Adjuchas Kaza, Adjuchas Kleist, and Adjuchas Ciriel. All remaining Adjuchas have escaped back to Hueco Mundo. According to intelligence from Hueco Mundo, Arthas, who escaped back to the Great Menace, was devoured by the newly ascended Adjuchas, Grimmjow; Fenri was devoured by the mid-ranking Adjuchas, Ulquiorra; and Epel was hunted down by Lord Carim.

In conclusion, the power levels between Hueco Mundo and the Shinigami have returned to equilibrium, and there is no possibility of another war breaking out in the short term.

After listening quietly to Man Ya's report, Yuan Yuan opened his eyes, revealing cold, vertical yellow pupils, and a chilling smile appeared on his face.

"I am very satisfied with the outcome of this battle. With the spiritual power provided by these dead, I finally have enough spiritual power to extract all the black energy from the bottom of hell, and then fill it with my [Arrogance], thus bringing hell completely under my control."

In the shimmering blue spiritual mist, bright yellow vertical pupils appeared and disappeared. If any wizard who had participated in Voldemort's reincarnation ritual were here, they would be shocked to find that these eyes were strikingly similar to Voldemort's, or rather, to the World Serpent.

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Chapter Fifty-Four: Return

"What's going on? Where's the Captain-Commander?" Yuan Yuan, his eyes blindfolded, stood in the First Division barracks, his brow furrowed. "Why can't I sense his spiritual pressure? And Kyoraku Shunsui, why are you standing in the Captain-Commander's position? Has that old man finally realized he's getting old and should step down, handing over battles to the younger generation?" Looking at Yuan Yuan, Kyoraku Shunsui gave a bitter smile. "Captain Yuan Yuan, this team leader meeting is to congratulate you on your safe return from Hueco Mundo. As for my teacher, we'll discuss that later." Yuan Yuan's brow furrowed even more, and he even twisted the blindfold around his eyes. "If blindness counts as a safe return, then... I'm back." The simple phrase "I'm back" evoked a sense of loss and change in Kyoraku Shunsui. Looking at Yuan Yuan's blindfolded eyes, and thinking of his teacher who would never return, his eyes stung with tears.

Because Yuan Yuan was "blind," the team leaders lost interest in continuing the meeting, which had been held to celebrate. After a few perfunctory pleasantries, they ended the team leaders' meeting.

After the meeting ended, the captains naturally had no need to stay in the First Division barracks any longer. After bowing to the new Captain-Commander Kyoraku Shunsui, they all left the barracks, which had been shrouded in a suffocating atmosphere.

"Now tell me what happened in Soul Society. What about the Captain-Commander, the Fifth Division Captain, and the Tenth Division Captain? I couldn't sense their spiritual pressure at the captains' meeting just now. Moreover, I encountered far fewer Shinigami members on the way here. I estimate that about one-seventh of them are gone."

After the captains left, Yuan Yuan asked a series of questions in the direction of Kyoraku Shunsui.

With a few bitter laughs, Kyoraku Shunsui spoke in a rather pitiful voice, reopening his own wounds.

"Nine years ago, a large number of mid-ranking Hollows invaded Soul Society. In that war, the captain of the Fifth Division was killed in action, and the captain of the Tenth Division was seriously injured. Although he survived, he had completely lost his Shinigami powers and had to step down from his position as captain. As for the teacher, he also died in action."

Yuan Yuan's hand, gripping the hilt of his sword, suddenly stiffened, seemingly shocked by the news. After a moment, he spoke in a dry voice.

"You mean, the strongest Shinigami in Soul Society actually died in battle?"

Kyoraku Shunsui nodded with a bitter smile. He knew how shocking and unbelievable this news was. In fact, in the period immediately following his teacher's death, he always felt that the stubborn old man would reappear, knock him off his position as Captain-Commander with a single blow of his cane, and say, "I'm not old enough to let a brat lead Soul Society." But the cruel reality proved that the old man, whose lifespan was almost equal to the history of the Seireitei, had truly left them forever.

"What were you doing back then! Why are you all alright, but the leader of Soul Society is dead? Don't tell me this is some dirty political deal. Has Soul Society fallen so low that even the Captain-Commander can be betrayed?!"

Kyoraku Shunsui gave a bitter smile, but he didn't blame Yuan Yuan. He knew that the man before him had been forced to go to Hueco Mundo because of a "dirty political deal." Although he hadn't experienced it firsthand, just by looking at Yuan Yuan's hand, which hadn't let go of his sword since they met, he could roughly guess what life in Hueco Mundo was like.

He's probably been fighting non-stop, without even a moment of peace. With such an experience, it's no wonder he's so hostile to the nobility. With a sigh, Kyoraku Shunsui waved his hand, about to explain, but then remembered that Yuan Yuan was no longer visible, and awkwardly lowered his hand.

"There's no need for that. Even without eyes, I can achieve all-around vision through the perception of external spiritual particles."

Frowning, Yuan Yuan spoke coldly, silencing Kyoraku Shunsui before he could utter a word.

"Ahem, that's good, that's good."

After coughing twice, Kyoraku Shunsui spoke somewhat awkwardly.

"Don't worry, don't worry, there is absolutely no involvement of nobles in this matter. If there were, they would have disappeared before you returned."

By the end, Kyoraku Shunsui's voice was filled with murderous intent.

However, Yuan Yuan remained unmoved by Jing Le Chunshui's attitude. He snorted coldly and turned to walk out.