Infinite Chimera Creation

"I am a super high school baseball player, a genius who can make it to Koshien without training. Baseball is my absolute domain, so even though I don't like baseball, I can't tolerate anyone surpassing me in my field."

A calm voice came from Kuwata Rein. He didn't even glance at Kurosaki Ichigo. He just muttered to himself and threw projectiles as if he were just throwing things around, accurately hitting those dangerous items at Kurosaki Ichigo.

"However, as the ultimate neurological reflex, you have repeatedly challenged my domain and even defeated me with your talent."

Spirit bombs and venomous projectiles simultaneously struck Ichigo Kurosaki, while a host of other bombs slammed into the surrounding ground, kicking up clouds of dust. Without a moment's pause, Kuwata Reon's four tentacles continued their relentless assault, swiftly scooping up projectiles from the ground and hurling them into the dust, accurately striking the spot where Ichigo had just been standing.

"Do you know how angry I get every time I hear someone say, 'Ichigo is really amazing, he should apply to the school to replace Reon's position'?"

As new bombs exploded, the smoke screen not only did not decrease, but instead grew larger.

"Because of those jokes, I, who disliked baseball, practiced baseball relentlessly, just to retain my title. But no matter how hard I tried, I still couldn't match your talent. Can you understand how I felt back then, Kurosaki Ichigo?!"

With a roar, Kuwata Rei'on threw her last grenade, then returned to calm.

"Now that I've undergone modifications, my body is a hundred times stronger than before. In this state, can you still beat me, Kurosaki Ichigo?"

Squinting at the still indistinct smoke screen, Kuwata Rei'en's lips curled into a smile, a glint of satisfaction and disdain in his eyes. Sure enough, Kurosaki Ichigo was only this good. After silently chanting "Great Master, Great God!", Kuwata Rei'en turned and headed towards the back of the group. All the throwables were used up; he needed to go to the Ultimate School Manager to resupply. Speaking of which, the Ultimate School Manager truly lived up to his reputation; his logistical abilities were unparalleled.

Unfortunately, Kuwata Rei, who was striking a pose of "a real man never looks back at an explosion" and walking towards the main camp with his back to the smoke, did not see that an ominous red light was shining in the billowing smoke.

"Who cares about all that?!"

With a frenzied roar, a crimson beam of light shot out from the smoke screen, easily turning Kuwata Rei'en, who was turning around, and the Despair Cultists behind him into basic spiritual particles.

During the process of condensing a Cero, the spiritual energy fluctuates greatly. When the enemy is a Hollow, a Shinigami, or a Quincy, the opponent will detect it as soon as it starts to build up, making it unusable for a sneak attack. However, when the opponent is Kuwata Reon, a cyborg, there are not so many concerns.

Emerging from the smoke-filled air, white mist billowed from his mouth, and radiating immense spiritual pressure, Kurosaki Ichigo stepped out. His golden eyes, hidden behind his mask, swept over all the Despair Cultists, finally settling on a certain spot. There, Enoshima Junko, lollipop in her mouth, was clapping enthusiastically with a broad smile. All the Despair Cultists knew that their leader must be acting this way because he found Kuwata Rei's sudden death during a moment of triumph amusing. But Kurosaki Ichigo didn't see it that way. In his eyes, Junko was clapping for him, laughing because he had come to save her.

Seeing Junko Enoshima's smile, without any hesitation, Ichigo Kurosaki moved slightly, and the sound rang out. Before any of the Despair Cult members could react, he rushed towards the girl he had been thinking about.

The fact that the Despair Cult members didn't react doesn't mean others were. While Ichigo Kurosaki is a Vasto Lorde, he's still a newly minted Menos Grande, lacking experience in evenly matched battles and not yet proficient in Menos Grande techniques like the Resonance. Although his speed is already too fast for ordinary people and Shinigami to react to, it's still somewhat insufficient in the eyes of veteran powerhouses like his formidable father, his incredibly strong mother, and Maurice, who always stands by Junko Enoshima's side.

Without even drawing his Zanpakuto and not yet in battle mode, Maurice maintained an elegant posture, gently grasped Ichigo Kurosaki's outstretched wrist, and with a slight flick, sent him flying.

"Although it is ungentlemanly to take action against a junior, Miss Junko is someone the Lord personally ordered to protect with his life, so I have no choice but to be rude. Please forgive me."

Morris's attitude was absolutely impeccable, utterly elegant. Coupled with his handsome middle-aged appearance, even from an enemy's perspective, Kurosaki Masaki couldn't help but inwardly praise him. However, Kurosaki Isshin and Kurosaki Masaki, whose faces showed admiration, were quite different. At this moment, he looked at Morris with extreme caution.

Kurosaki's caution wasn't due to the fact that Maurice was too handsome and posed a danger of stealing his wife away. Rather, it was because he had seen Maurice before.

If you were to ask Isshin Kurosaki who the person he remembers most vividly in his life is, without a doubt, it would be his wife, Masaki Kurosaki. And if you were to ask him what the most memorable battle was, without a second thought, he would instinctively answer, "The Hell Expedition."

He would never forget that when he was still Shiba Isshin, he was planning to show off his skills and let the other captains see his strength, but he was betrayed and became the first person to lose his fighting ability in the Hell Expedition.

In this memory filled with shame, Maurice undoubtedly occupies a large part. Although Maurice stopped in time because of Yuan Yuan's order and did not have to show his strength in front of Isshin, the intense killing intent that emerged from him when he talked about killing the captains, as well as his crazy and bloodthirsty expression, made Isshin feel a chill down his spine just thinking about it.

Knowing Maurice's true nature, Isshin was not fooled by his current elegant demeanor. He shielded his wife behind him, staring intently at Maurice, and shouted without daring to turn his head.

"Ichigo, come back quickly! This guy is not someone you can handle!"

Hearing his father's anxious words, Kurosaki Ichigo, though becoming irritable, quickly realized that this exceptionally elegantly smiling person must be a high-risk individual. Instinctively, Kurosaki Ichigo decided to retreat temporarily.

But after glancing at the other Future Organization members who were fighting the Despair Cultists, he gritted his teeth and charged toward Maurice once more.

He knew that even in battle he would be careful not to hurt Enoshima Junko, but the other members of the Future Organization would not have such thoughts at all; to be precise, they would wish to kill Enoshima Junko outright.

Ichigo Kurosaki pointed his index finger at Morales and spoke in a deep voice.

"I will kill you before the other members of the Future Organization finish their battle!"

Chapter 108 The Arrival of the Final Moment (Part 3)

"Poor and weak! Poor and weak!! Poor and weak!!! Ridiculous! Ridiculous!! Ridiculous!!!"

Maurice swung his Zanpakuto wildly, laughing maniacally. Amidst his laughter, Ichigo and his father struggled to stay afloat, utterly powerless to retaliate and forced into a purely defensive posture. Even with all their energy focused on defense, new wounds continued to accumulate on their bodies.

Even though they were covered in wounds, not a single drop of blood flowed. This was because the "death" property contained in Morris's spiritual power completely "killed" the flesh around the wounds the moment it was inflicted, turning it into an ugly grayish-white color. Due to this "death" property, Kurosaki Isshin's right leg and left arm had lost their original function, hanging limply like rotten flesh stitched onto his body.

Morris suddenly swung his sword with tremendous force, sending Kurosaki Ichigo flying like a heavy axe. Then, before Kurosaki Isshin could react, he instantly appeared in front of him, his left hand, which was not holding a sword, reaching out and piercing through his chest like a claw.

"Wow! This father-son relationship is so touching! He knew he was just going to his death, but he rushed in when he saw his son being beaten. It's so moving!"

With a swing of his sword, Maurice sent the roaring Ichigo flying once more. He abruptly pulled his arm away, then stomped on the helpless Isshin Kurosaki, letting out another chilling, ghostly laugh.

"Look at your wife, how smart she is. She knows she's a good-for-nothing, and she doesn't even flinch when she sees you guys getting beaten up."

Under the impact of the spiritual energy released by Morris into the sky, Kurosaki Isshin, who was being stepped on by Morris's chest wound, fell even faster. So fast was the speed at which Morris finished speaking when Kurosaki Isshin crashed heavily into the ground.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot, it's not that she didn't want to move, it's that she couldn't move. Getting instantly killed at the start is so embarrassing, isn't it? You annoying fly!!"

Ignoring the blood spurting from Kurosaki Isshin's mouth, Maurice impatiently unleashed a small, grayish-white Cero at Kurosaki Ichigo, who was roaring and charging at him again. This enlarged the Hollow hole in Ichigo's chest several times over, causing him to collapse helplessly to the ground.

Having confirmed that the annoying fly had fallen, Maurice lowered his head with satisfaction, intending to catch up with his "long-lost old friend."

However, just as he lowered his head and before he could speak, Maurice raised his head again, looking with slight surprise at the spot where Kurosaki Ichigo had fallen.

"Wow, is this what they call a power spike? This is like cheating!"

Kurosaki Ichigo, whose body had been nearly severed from his upper and lower body due to a large hole, had now stood up again. Not only had all his injuries healed, but his spiritual pressure had also undergone a dramatic transformation. The powerful black-red spiritual pressure surrounding Kurosaki Ichigo even caused the ground beneath his feet to collapse.

A white shockwave rose from where Ichigo Kurosaki had been standing, and he himself had arrived in front of Maurice. With an even sharper claw, he easily sent Maurice flying dozens of meters, crashing through several buildings.

With a shrill roar directed at the direction Morris had flown, the already irrational Kurosaki Ichigo didn't even glance at the man lying on the ground coughing up blood—his father's man—and pushed off with his feet, using his physical strength to surpass Sora's speed, chasing after Morris.

Charging into the dust and smoke from the collapsing building with a frenzied momentum, Kurosaki Ichigo wildly swung his claws, instinctively and swiftly attacking the person who had injured him.

Although Kurosaki Isshin had been pierced through the chest, as a spirit, he was not in mortal danger as long as his soul descent was not destroyed. Therefore, while coughing up blood, he struggled to turn over and stared at the surging smoke screen that seemed to be gestating some kind of monster, hoping that Kurosaki Ichigo could defeat the existence that terrified him.

"It hurts, it hurts so much, it really hurts!"

Suddenly, Maurice's cry of pain rang out from the smoke, causing Kurosaki Isshin's expression to darken. Although Maurice was crying out in pain, his voice remained strong and clear, showing no signs of injury. The thought that even his monstrous son couldn't defeat Maurice filled Kurosaki Isshin with a wave of despair.

Suddenly the sound of hitting flesh stopped, and then a dark figure flew out from the smoke. Judging from the two iconic horns, it was none other than Kurosaki Ichigo, who had just been displaying his power. Moreover, judging from his posture, he had obviously been thrown out.

After Ichigo Kurosaki, Morris also emerged from the smoke screen. At this moment, his appearance was completely different from the calm and elegant one he had been just a few minutes earlier. His clothes were tattered, his eyes were bruised and purple, and the corner of his mouth was split open, with blood slowly flowing out.

"Damn it, I was planning to crush them with overwhelming force, but the cheater suddenly unleashed his power, and the power gap was leveled. Cheaters really deserve to die."

He pressed one hand against his head and pressed it forcefully to one side, making a crisp grinding sound from his neck. Then, Maurice raised his Zanpakuto again, but this time he didn't charge forward. Instead, he reversed the hilt, pointed the blade at his chest, and plunged it in without hesitation.

"Even if you're using cheats, it's fine. I haven't released my Zanpakuto yet. I don't care what kind of cheats you're using, I'll just finish you off with my Resurrección."

With a grin, Maurice uttered the release phrase of his Zanpakuto for the first time in centuries since becoming an Arrancar.

"Tilted and boiling, Thermidor."

As Maurice uttered the release incantation, the Zanpakuto embedded in his chest transformed into a blood-red full moon, its heat palpable, as it slowly rose. Gazing at the red moon, a symbol of slaughter, Maurice burst into maniacal laughter. However, as his laughter grew, his voice transformed into a chilling wolf howl.

The werewolf, covered in red fur and with jet-black wings sprouting from its back, suddenly fell silent, its wings fluttering gently as it silently appeared behind Kurosaki Ichigo.

Then everything unfolded exactly as before: the werewolf, wielding its claws, slammed Ichigo Kurosaki into the ruins, launching a frenzied attack. The only difference was that when Ichigo was beating Morris, there were no other sounds besides the sounds of collapsing buildings and flesh being struck. But when Morris was beating Ichigo, in addition to these two sounds, there was also Ichigo's piercing scream.

Before long, Ichigo Kurosaki's voice faded and eventually disappeared completely. Morris waved his hand, dispersing all the smoke and dust, allowing the two figures to reappear before everyone.

The blood-red winged werewolf stood there unharmed, its claws covered in blood, while Kurosaki Ichigo lay helplessly on the ground, most of the bone armor on his face and body broken, revealing his blood-soaked body beneath.

Licking the blood from his claws, Maurice let out a disdainful laugh.

"So, if you know you're going to lose, why would a weak person pick up a sword and fight? Why not just stay in your room, cover your head, and cry quietly?"

Because of Morris's attack, Ichigo Kurosaki was severely injured, but he also regained his sanity. He struggled to get up, but fell down again and again. After twenty-one falls, he finally managed to stand up. Morris didn't rush to attack Ichigo. His goal was to plunge the people of the Future Organization, including Ichigo, into despair. That's why he used an overwhelming attack from the start and relentlessly employed verbal abuse. Now, Morris was curious how Ichigo, now in this state, would fight.

Despite his severe injuries, making even the slightest movement excruciating, Kurosaki Ichigo still gazed at Maurice. His golden eyes remained clear, devoid of any trace of despair. Swallowing a mouthful of bloody saliva to moisten his throat, Kurosaki Ichigo spoke in a hoarse voice...

“I did not choose to fight because I thought I would win, but because I had to fight, that’s why I raised my sword and stood before you.”

Although he didn't roar loudly, Ichigo Kurosaki's voice was still clear. Hearing his words, the members of the Future Organization, who had been feeling desperate because of Morris's power, had hope rekindled in their eyes.

Chapter 109 The Final Moment Arrives (Part 4)

Is Ichigo Kurosaki's conviction commendable? Of course it is. When everyone else has given up hope, he still adheres to his original intention and persists in his beliefs without wavering or despair. Such conviction is something that even his enemies have no right to mock.

It can be said that Ichigo Kurosaki has now reached the initial stage of awakening madness. Anyone whose beliefs reach the level of madness, regardless of whether they are good or evil, is worthy of respect.

But are Ichigo Kurosaki's words and actions truly worthy of approval? The answer to that question is not necessarily yes. Undoubtedly, his words pulled the members of the Future Organization out of despair and rekindled their hope. However, in this situation, even if that wasn't his true intention, he inevitably became a pillar of support for these people. It's not that the members of the Future Organization would let him fight alone, but rather that they regarded Ichigo Kurosaki as their symbol.

Just like the battle flags in a battle between two armies, as long as the battle flags do not fall, even if the casualties are heavy, the soldiers know that they have not been defeated and can fight the enemy regardless of their lives. But once the battle flags fall, the soldiers will have the thought of "our army has been defeated" and lose their will to fight.

Similarly, in this situation, it's not required that Ichigo Kurosaki defeat Morales; as long as he can protect himself from Morales, the members of Future Organization can rush towards Morales with hope. However, Ichigo Kurosaki, who has been struggling against Morales' attacks for a long time, can barely move freely, let alone survive Morales in his Resurrección form.

The most despairing thing is not being trapped in despair, but being pulled out of hell just when you've given up hope and willingly sunk into it, only to have that hope taken away again after you learn that hope still exists.

Watching Ichigo Kurosaki, his head severed and his body fall limply to the ground, beginning to disintegrate into spirit particles, clearly unable to rise again, the members of the Future Organization, who had once been trapped in despair but found hope, were once again plunged into an even deeper despair.

When the last person who held onto hope sank into despair, Junko Enoshima's despair completely permeated the world. In that instant, everyone in Hueco Mundo, the Human World, Hell, and Soul Society sensed that some unknown change had occurred in the world.

The moment the change occurred, Yuan Yuan, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened them.

As Yuan Yuan stood up from the stone chair, he took a step forward, and it was as if space itself had shifted, with three "Yuan Yuans" instantly heading in three different directions.

Yuan Yuan in the middle was no different from before, his coldness revealing a hint of laziness.

While Yuan Yuan on the left maintained his cold expression, his eyes gleamed with a malice that seemed destined to never fade. This was none other than the malevolent fantasy that had been born within Yuan Yuan's mind long after he left Hueco Mundo. At this moment, he was clearly countless times stronger and more rational than before. In other words, he had transformed from a weak and mindless villain into a powerful and highly intelligent one.

On the right, Yuan Yuan, is none other than Red Star, who has also been out of the public eye for a long time after leaving Hueco Mundo. Unlike the fantasist who unconsciously imitates Yuan Yuan, he doesn't deliberately wear a cold expression, but instead openly displays his excitement.

Without introducing the two men to his subordinates who were unaware of the existence of Red Star and Utopian, Yuan Yuan stood there silently, seemingly waiting for the other two to speak first.

Without keeping Yuan Yuan waiting any longer, Hongxing, her face beaming with excitement, took a step forward and walked into a white crevice.

"Hribel, Ulquiorra, Nelielu, Nnoitra, Szayelaporro, take all the Arrancar troops and come with me to Soul Society. Prepare for battle!"

Several Arrancar whose names were called by Red Star glanced at Yuan Yuan, who was clearly in his original form. After he nodded slightly, they stepped into the white gap without hesitation. At the same time, a wide white gap suddenly appeared in front of the Arrancar troops waiting outside the main hall. Without hesitation or orders, the Arrancar silently walked into the white gap. As the group of Arrancar moved through the white gap, the chains on their arms clanged together, producing a crisp metallic sound, like the ringing of funeral bells.

After the red star's figure disappeared, Kong Xiang also opened a huge white gap and gently stepped out into it.

"Karim, West, Josephine, Paiby, take all the synthetic and modified units, weaponized racial units, and come with me to Hueco Mundo."

A scene similar to the one before unfolded again. A group of people silently walked into the White Gap. Apart from the clanging of the chains on their wrists when they broke through the mask, there was no other sound.

Outside the main hall, thousands upon thousands of bizarre-looking, unsettling synthetic and modified beasts were far less disciplined. These monsters, whose fighting instincts had been suppressed from their creation, roared as they charged into the white rift, seemingly eager to tear the enemy on the other side to shreds. Behind the monsters, the weapon-type creatures, having made groundbreaking progress in every aspect compared to before, wore grim expressions, completely unmoved by the commotion around them, and steadily stepped into the white rift.

After the white rift leading to Hueco Mundo closed, Yuan Yuan, who had been silent all along, slowly spoke. Unlike Hong Xing and the others who brought a group of people, he only called out one person's name before stepping into the white rift.

“Stark, come with me to the mortal world. The seeds we’ve sown for hundreds of years are ready to bear fruit.”

Stark yawned lazily, scratched his head, and nonchalantly followed Yuan Yuan's pace.

Leaving aside the situation in Soul Society after Hueco Mundo, the human world has already undergone considerable changes. The once clear sky has instantly become overcast, deafening thunder rumbles incessantly, and the air seems to have taken on a faint red hue—the entire scene resembles an apocalyptic movie.

When Yuan Yuan emerged from the white gap, he saw this bizarre world. However, Yuan Yuan was not surprised. He gently clenched his right hand, as if he wanted to hold the red air in his palm.

"Is this because you've sensed your fate and are trying to intimidate me? If so, then I can only say that your struggle is... utterly pointless."