Infinite Chimera Creation

“All conditions have been prepared. We can’t sit idly by in the mortal realm any longer. Stark, let’s make our move. Unleash your full spiritual pressure and make this decaying world tremble.”

Watching the battle between Soul Society and Hueco Mundo through the white gap, Yuan Yuan's lips curled into a smile, and he chuckled softly, signaling Stark to make his move.

Stark was no longer lazy as usual. He unleashed his Zanpakuto without hesitation, took a few breaths to adjust his state, and then released his spiritual pressure without reservation after reaching his peak condition.

Alone, Stark's spiritual pressure surpassed the combined spiritual pressure of all the captains and Arrancar on the Soul Society battlefield. Under his spiritual pressure, all life on the human battlefield vanished instantly, whether physical or spiritual, crushed into the most basic spiritual particles, scattered between heaven and earth.

The only difference is that those with the title of Ultimate High School are bound by the Chains of Sin, so they can be resurrected in Hell even if they die, while ordinary people, members of the Future Organization, are completely dead.

And those things that do not possess life, their fate is no better than that of the dead. Whether it is soil or water, these things have also disappeared from the ground. Centered on Stark, a huge void like a meteorite crater appeared at his feet.

In this world where a girl named Lilynette has not yet been born and Stark's soul remains intact, no one can rival Stark in terms of spiritual pressure, at least not at present.

In the blink of an eye, only Stark and Yuan Yuan remained on the battlefield. Stark stood above the crater, continuing to release his spiritual pressure without any intention of stopping. This was because Yuan Yuan had instructed him in Hell that Stark should continue releasing his spiritual pressure as long as he didn't tell him to stop.

Although he didn't know the meaning of doing so, centuries of contact led Stark to choose to trust Yuan Yuan without raising any questions. He did exactly as Yuan Yuan asked without any compromise.

As perhaps the only person in the world who could remain unharmed by Stark's full-force spiritual pressure release, Yuan Yuan sat leisurely in mid-air, enveloped by Stark's spiritual pressure. Looking at Stark silently maintaining his spiritual pressure output, then at Hueco Mundo where the battle had ended, and at Soul Society where the fighting was still ongoing, Yuan Yuan chuckled softly and slowly spoke.

"I think you must all be wondering what I'm trying to do, why I would go through all this trouble to do something that seems pointless when I could easily take over Soul Society and Hueco Mundo, right?"

The moment Yuan Yuan spoke, everyone—from the silent Stark, the fallen Ikkyu, the high-ranking Arrancar in battle, to Aizen and Kisuke Urahara fighting Red Star—slowed down their movements and focused their attention on him.

Just as Yuan Yuan said, they were all puzzled because, in their view, some of Yuan Yuan's actions were completely irrational and had no rationality whatsoever. Now that Yuan Yuan was about to reveal the answer, they naturally did not want to miss it and focused their attention.

Even Hongxing and Kongxiang stopped what they were doing. Even they couldn't guess what Yuan Yuan's arrangements over the years were for. Surely he couldn't have just been bored and had a bad quirk.

"Red Star, don't let the battle in Soul Society stop. Keep fighting. Even though Ikkyu has lost his ability to fight, don't let those Arrancar and Hollows go. Kill them all. It doesn't matter if all the chimeras are sacrificed. Just don't let the spiritual energy surge stop."

Seeing that the people in the white gap seemed to have stopped fighting and were willing to listen to him, Yuan Yuan frowned, gave an order, and then continued the previous topic.

“I didn’t need to do this kind of explanation. After all, I’m not your father. I don’t need to explain things to you one by one, like I’m taking care of someone with intellectual disabilities.”

Speaking words that would incite hatred, ignoring the angry stares of the crowd and Hongxing's mindless shouts, Yuan Yuan continued speaking.

“I don’t usually hide much in my words and actions, so I’m sure those who are smart can guess that I’m not a native of this world.”

Aizen and Kisuke Urahara nodded, clearly having guessed Yuan Yuan's identity, while Ikkyu, Stark Halibel, and the others were shocked but also somewhat enlightened.

In fact, they had indeed made such a guess before, but because they thought it was unlikely, they rejected their guess. Now, hearing Yuan Yuan admit his identity as a person from another world, they were shocked, but also felt it was only natural.

Ignoring their reactions, Yuan Yuan rubbed his temples and continued speaking.

"Although I have done many things since I came into this world, I have only one ultimate purpose: to complete my soul. Compared with my body, my soul is too weak. If I force my body to operate, my soul will suffer from overwork and die."

Yuan Yuan pressed harder on his temples, his brows furrowing tightly, clearly thinking of something that displeased him.

"When I first entered this world, I never intended to do so much, nor did I plan to stay this long. In my plan, I would absorb enough spiritual energy in this world to bring my soul to the authority level that matches my body, and then I would leave this world."

Because there's really nothing here worth pursuing. But, ironically, even such a simple plan went wrong.

Yuan Yuan frowned, unconsciously releasing a pale white spiritual pressure that imbued everything around him with an aura of arrogance.

"At the time, I thought I could quickly replenish my soul and leave this place. After all, in a world of minor magic, I only spent a little over twenty years acquiring a body at the Authority level. This world is a mid-level martial arts world; reaching the Authority level should be even easier. However..."

However, I overlooked a crucial point: the micro-magic world I was experiencing was a regression from a high-magic world.

It was as if it had become a one-man show. In this world, whether it was Hueco Mundo, Soul Society, or the human world, everyone except those who continued fighting to ensure the surge of spiritual energy, as Yuan Yuan had instructed, were watching him and listening to his words.

"Humans know how to save themselves, let alone a high-magic world. The world consciousness nurtured by a high-magic world must have already possessed considerable wisdom. In the context of the war between power and life at that time, how could the world consciousness not have left some contingency plans for recovery?"

Looking back now, the Elf Kingdom was clearly this backup plan. It stored a large amount of magic power and housed a group of guardians with high reproductive capacity, small population size, and low magic power consumption. Could there be a better backup plan?

As it turned out, this contingency plan was truly brilliant. Leveraging the remaining resources of the high-magic world, I used the magic hidden by the world's consciousness to directly create two beings of authority, and that world did indeed begin to recover rapidly.

The extremely penetrating, pale spiritual pressure quickly dyed Stark's spiritual pressure the same color.

"However, without the profound foundation of a high-magic world, how could a soul of authority be so quickly created? I didn't realize this problem at first, until I met the Spirit King, and then I realized that I had inadvertently acted without thinking."

In this world, it's impossible for a soul of authority level to be born using conventional methods, because even the Spirit King, standing at the highest point, is nothing more than a sub-authority level piece of trash.

Yuan Yuan curled his lip, seemingly somewhat disdainful, though it was unclear whether this disdain stemmed from the Spirit King or from the fact that this world was incapable of producing beings of authority.

"Since conventional methods cannot generate power, let's use unconventional methods."

At this point, Yuan Yuan actually smiled. It wasn't a cold smile, nor was it an arrogant one; it was a very calm smile. But it was precisely this gentleness that sent a chill down the spines of everyone watching him, a sense of foreboding rising in their hearts.

“Just now, I told Stark to make this decaying world tremble under his spiritual pressure. I must clarify one point: I’m not just being delusional; what I said is true. This world is decaying.”

Seemingly changing the subject abruptly, Yuan Yuan inexplicably began talking about things completely unrelated to what had just happened, and the others didn't correct him, continuing to listen in silence. They all knew that Yuan Yuan's sudden change of topic must be related to what they had just discussed.

"Tch, still saying it's not chuunibyou (middle school syndrome)? They even said something as chuunibyou as 'the world is decaying'."

Although he wouldn't change the subject, he still had to vent his frustrations. Hongxing let out a loud sneer and curled his lip in disdain. In his eyes, Yuan Yuan was a typical case of an elderly person with delusions of grandeur.

Frowning, Yuan Yuan unleashed a high-level energy blast into the white gap, accurately striking Hong Xing and sending this reckless, openly provoking him flying deep into the ground.

"When I say the world is decaying, I don't mean that humanity or society has become dark or degenerate, but rather that the world is decaying literally."

This time, everyone understood Yuan Yuan's meaning, but they couldn't believe what they were hearing. They stared at Yuan Yuan in disbelief. The world was decaying? How could that be? It was the world!

Yuan Yuan curled his lip again, and this time everyone was certain that his disdain was directed at this world.

"I remember saying this many times already: the spiritual energy in this world is constantly increasing and expanding, suppressing the existence of other basic substances that make up the world, and even destroying these substances."

Because of this abnormal expansion, the world's composition became increasingly singular. What was originally a world composed of various basic substances gradually transformed into a world composed solely of spiritual energy.

Yuan Yuan raised his hand and conjured four orbs of spiritual energy. He looked at them with a cryptic expression.

"This world is composed of four spaces. Among them, Hell, Hueco Mundo, and the Soul Society have all become pure spiritual energy. Even the present world, which is composed of matter, is now gradually becoming spiritualized."

The material things that make up the present world are gradually being replaced by spiritual power. Originally, only beings with souls had spiritual power in the present world, but now even a stone or a drop of water has begun to contain spiritual power.

The most obvious manifestation is that even newly transformed Hollow minions can interfere with the mortal world in their spiritual form, destroying soulless mountains and buildings.

Under Yuan Yuan's skillful manipulation, the four small orbs of spiritual energy slowly rotated in his hands, yet they did not interfere with each other.

"Don't you think this world is like four enormous orbs of spiritual energy?"

With a calm smile still on his face, Yuan Yuan uttered chilling words.

P.S. Ah, I missed an update for a day because I was sick, definitely not because my royalties came down. It turns out that I was sacrificing time that I usually spend sleeping, playing games, watching anime, reading novels, and flirting with girls, spending four or five hours a day writing, but because the subscriptions and tips were pitifully low, my royalties were extremely low, and I felt like I had no motivation to write anymore. Absolutely not!

Chapter 113 Witnessing the Collapse of the World

"That's right. In my eyes, this world is made up of four giant orbs of spiritual energy. However, due to its structure, I cannot directly absorb the spiritual energy that constitutes this world to use in my attempt to gain authority."

His spiritual energy surged skyward, taking over from Stark, who, clearly realizing something, had reduced his spiritual energy release in shock. Yuan Yuan's lips curled into an unsettling smile.

"It seems you've thought of something, Stark. Oh, Aizen and Urahara, you must have guessed what I'm thinking too. And Master Ikkyu, have you figured it out? You must have, right? Why don't you tell me? After all, it would make you seem incompetent if I were the only one talking."

Struggling to his feet, Ikkyu peered through the gap in the window, his face grave, and stared intently at Yuan Yuan, his voice hoarse.

"If my conjecture is true, then Yuan Yuan, you are an absolute madman."

Ignoring Ikkyu's attitude, Yuan Yuan still wore that unsettling, wicked smile. He raised an eyebrow and spoke in a light tone.

"Many people call me crazy, so don't mind them. Hurry up and tell me your guess. I bet those people who aren't smart enough are getting impatient waiting for you. Oh, right, Stark, stop standing there and hurry up and restore your spiritual energy output. I don't want to do something as boring as releasing spiritual energy."

Stark's expression remained grim, but he did not disobey Yuan Yuan's order and released his spiritual power once more. Seeing that Stark had resumed his spiritual power output, Yuan Yuan withdrew his own. Although his spiritual power was considered enormous among all the Shinigami and Arrancar, it was still somewhat insufficient compared to Stark.

"Hey, Master Ikkyu, are you scared? Don't hesitate, just say it."

With a malicious smile, Yuan Yuan urged him again.

Ikkyu took a deep breath, his expression returning to calm. His hands trembled as he clasped them together again, and he spoke in a hoarse voice.

"I am indeed afraid; such thoughts are far too insane."

Gazing at Yuan Yuan, this monk who had fallen from "Buddha" to become an ordinary mortal, his heart filled with desire, his expression turned serious.

"Since the spiritual energy that constitutes the world cannot be absorbed due to its structure, let's change its structure and make it absorbable. I wonder if I am right? Mad Benefactor Yuan Yuan."

Yuan Yuan clapped his hands lightly and nodded in satisfaction. He wasn't surprised that Ikkyu could guess his thoughts. From the very beginning, he knew that Ikkyu was a far more intelligent fellow than the average person. In fact, if Ikkyu hadn't been confined to this world, never leaving and thus lacking a broad perspective and rich experience, he wouldn't have failed to discover Yuan Yuan's purpose. If given enough knowledge and experience, he would have certainly discovered Yuan Yuan's intentions much sooner.

Upon seeing Yuan Yuan nod in agreement, both the Grim Reaper and the Arrancar turned grim. They stopped what they were doing, staring intently at Yuan Yuan, momentarily speechless. If Yuan Yuan were to devour the spiritual energy that constituted the world, there was no doubt that the world would cease to exist. In other words, Yuan Yuan intended to destroy this world in order to reach the "Authority Level" he mentioned.

If Yuan Yuan's goal were to become the Spirit King, rule the world, or even wipe out the Grim Reapers and Hollows, a group of people skilled in rhetoric would immediately understand and try to persuade him from a moral high ground. However, Yuan Yuan's true aim is to destroy the world, and not for childish reasons like "I want the world to feel my pain" or "This corrupt world has no reason to exist," but for his own self-interest.

Faced with this unexpected situation, the seasoned verbal experts were at a loss for words for the first time.

"As I just said, the current structure of the world makes it impossible to absorb a large amount of spiritual energy, so changing the structure will solve the problem. However, changing the structure of a world is very difficult, so what I chose is not to modify it, but simply to revitalize it. Activate that spiritual energy, make it more active, and make it easier to absorb."

Seemingly lost in his own world, Yuan Yuan paid no heed to the reactions of others, continuing to speak. Just as Yuan Yuan had said before, "I've arranged so much, prepared for so long; wouldn't it be a shame if I didn't share it with others when it succeeded, and see the various expressions they made because of me?"

"When I first came up with the plan, I intended to revitalize the world by instigating a full-scale war between Shinigami and Hollows, using the resentment and spiritual power left behind by the dead Shinigami and Hollows."

A pale mist of spiritual energy rose from his hand, and the smile on Yuan Yuan's face changed from malicious to proud.

"But not long after that, I discovered the existence of madness and successfully mastered this power."

After a pause, seemingly organizing his thoughts, Yuan Yuan spoke again.

"Madness originates from the spirit and has a powerful infective force, capable of infecting any substance, especially the soul. To be precise, it is even more effective at infecting things containing spiritual energy. Things infected by madness become extremely unstable, falling into a state of 'excitement' or 'mania.' The root cause is that madness activates spiritual energy."

"The madness originating from the spirit will continue to leak out as long as the possessor does not become a walking corpse. This is uncontrollable. Therefore, I threw Ikkyu into Hueco Mundo and bound him there with the titles of 'Buddha's Dojo' and 'King of Hueco Mundo,' allowing him to continuously infect and revitalize Hueco Mundo. Afterward, I discovered Aizen and Kisuke Urahara in Soul Society and helped them awaken their madness, allowing them to revitalize Soul Society."

"Finally, after searching the world for a hundred years, I finally found a suitable person whose madness had awakened, and I personally nurtured her, helped her awaken her madness, helped her drag the whole world into despair, and ultimately, revitalized the world."

As the world's turmoil intensified, Yuan Yuan's smile grew arrogant and conceited.

"Of course, the world is still the world. Even if it is activated, it is not so easy for it to collapse and be absorbed by me. It still maintains a fragile and stable state. Therefore, I still need some external force to break this stable state."

"That's right, just as you think, this war is to break this balance."

Standing up, Yuan Yuan opened his arms, took a deep breath, and began to speak as if chanting.

"Alright, now, please join me in appreciating the beautiful sight of this world collapsing."

P.S., I've been really busy lately with papers and exams, so updates will inevitably be affected. Please bear with me; after all, I'm a student, not a professional writer.

Chapter 114 Snake

While complaining about Yuan Yuan's ruthlessness, even using his own avatar to die, Kongxiang nonchalantly chose to self-destruct.

Already invigorated by the influence of madness, Hueco Mundo was on the verge of collapse when Ikkyu and the others fought at the base point, and then Kusou's self-destruction caused the resulting spiritual energy fluctuations to become the last straw that broke the camel's back. The overburdened Hueco Mundo became the first space to begin to collapse.

Hueco Mundo, usually lifeless and desolate, shone with its most beautiful colors at the moment of death. Countless shimmering blue spiritual particles appeared out of thin air, swirling and dancing in the air—a dreamlike scene that could captivate anyone unaware of the truth. But to those who knew the truth, this beauty was utterly terrifying. Because…

This is a scene of death in the world.

There were no catastrophes, such as cataclysmic events, ocean upheavals, volcanic eruptions, or global earthquakes, as often depicted in apocalyptic films. The world chose to enter into a death it did not choose, in the most tranquil and beautiful way.

With arms outstretched, Yuan Yuan stood high in the sky, taking deep breaths in and out. With each inhale, a torrent of spiritual energy, like a galaxy, appeared before him and was drawn into his mouth. With each exhale, a tearing gale howled forth, rushing into the distance.