Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

It possesses characteristics of both Hollows and Shinigami, but does not belong to either one. From a purely technical standpoint, it can only be considered a failed product.

However, its existence has inspired Inzen to some extent.

Although he hasn't reached his full potential yet, he can already see that future.

If we want to change this corrupt world, breaking through the limits of death is something we must do.

Perhaps this data will be useful.

Aizen calmly dismembered the monster's corpse, letting the blood stain his hands and the slippery entrails flow over his fingertips.

They tried to find clues from it.

Every technological modification leaves a trace, even the most brilliant scientists are no exception.

Not long after, he made a discovery:

"There is spiritual pressure on the heart that does not belong to this individual at all. If nothing unexpected happens, it should be related to the mastermind behind the scenes."

As he spoke, Aizen dipped his brush in a little blood and began drawing symbols on the ground.

"The heart of the South, the eye of the North."

"The fingertips of the west, the toes of the east."

"Gathering with the wind, scattering with the rain! The fifty-eighth of the Binding Path, slapping the toe to chase the sparrow!"

The moment the words fell, countless spiritual threads burst forth from the runes on the ground, spreading outwards at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, flying towards the horizon.

Aizen stood up and looked in the direction where the spirit threads had disappeared.

"Let's go. Following the clues from the 'Toe-Catching Sparrow,' we should be able to easily find the mastermind behind all this."

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As an important part of Soul Society, Rukongai is home to souls from all over the world and even from different eras.

This includes, but is not limited to, local residents.

Their population is so large that it is impossible to count them all. Searching for them one by one would be like looking for a needle in a haystack, enough to make any Grim Reaper in charge of the investigation despair.

Especially for a military commander like Narakuku who lacks strategic acumen, there was simply no way to deal with him.

Fortunately, I had my good brother with me.

The two followed the clues provided by the swatter and chased the sparrow all the way to the 12th ward of West Rukongai, Yanenhara.

Finally, Naraku Sora stood on the bustling street, gazing into the distance at the spot where the spirit threads had disappeared.

An exquisite building stands out among the other houses, its pink lanterns swaying in the wind, and the ambiguous crowing of roosters echoing continuously.

That was a high-class arcade that Naraku Sora had never visited since he came to this world.

Sultry music drifted from the covered walkway, and one could vaguely see beautiful women in loose kimonos nestled close to their companions, laughing and frolicking.

Seeing this, Nairoku rubbed his hands together, eager to try his hand at it.

Aizen fell silent again.

He would never have imagined that the mastermind behind developing that monster would be hiding in a place like this.

He lifted his foot to leave, but was quickly grabbed by someone who said earnestly:

"Good brother, deserting in the face of battle is not your style."

"You don't want to see the mastermind behind this get away with it, do you?"

"I'll keep watch outside for you." Aizen made a last-ditch effort.

Naraku Sora refused outright: "No, if there are any powerful guys inside that I can't handle, we can look out for each other if we're together."

As he spoke, he had already led the kind-hearted Aizen towards the utterly decadent high-class arcade—

Paradise House.

The corridor was bustling with people, all busy with their own affairs, and no one noticed that two Grim Reapers had sneaked in.

Naraku Sora, with practiced ease and the air of a seasoned pro, summoned two beautiful geishas with a wave of his hand.

"Let's get a quiet room; this is my brother's first time here."

The geisha immediately understood and stepped forward to lead the way for the two.

Aizen hesitated, but the words that came to his lips could only turn into a helpless sigh.

If word gets out about what happened today, he'll have to start thinking about creating a new public image for himself.

Since things have come to this, let's get on with the business first.

After passing through several corridors, the geishas led the two to an extremely secluded private room.

As soon as they entered the room, Naraku Sora reached out his mischievous hand and delivered a chop to their necks.

After doing all this, he looked at Aizen and said with a righteous expression:

"Let's go, it's time to get down to business."

For some reason, Aizen breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this scene and immediately activated Binding Spell #58: Slap-Toe Chasing Sparrow. Spiritual threads pierced through the wall and headed west.

The two concealed their spiritual pressure and walked in the indicated direction.

They arrived at a ghostly barrier that emitted a faint glow.

Chapter 14 This is Hell

Is there any way to get in?

Naraku Sora stared intently at the demonic barrier in front of him, not recklessly taking out his sword to slash at it.

Although he sensed that the strength of the barrier in front of him was not enough to stop him.

"I mean, the more discreet kind."

Aizen glanced at him with some surprise: "I thought you would use your sword to cleave the Kido barrier."

Someone I have a strong impression of is absolutely capable of doing something like this.

"Isn't this to avoid alerting the enemy?" Nairoku grinned.

In his eyes, everything behind this ghostly barrier was a source of profit, a crucial guarantee for his survival in this dangerous world.

Losing even one of them would break my heart.

"I'll give it a try."

Aizen remained as modest as ever, sticking to his conservative rhetoric.

However, given his talent, Naraku Sora was full of confidence.

If even Aizen can't break this Kido barrier, then he'll have to think about giving Roku a piece of his mind.

Aizen took two steps forward, intently observing the flashing Kido light, occasionally writing something in the empty space beside him.

Not long after, he nodded:

"The person who created this demonic barrier was very creative. He ingeniously combined the Thirty-Seventh Binding Path and the Thirty-Nineth Binding Path, while also referencing the operating principle of the Seventy-Threeth Binding Path."

"It's also very simple to get inside without alerting the other party."

"Binding Path No. 26: Curved Light".

Aizen raised his hand and waved it over the two of them, instantly covering their figures with a hazy light and shadow made of spiritual pressure.

"I will control the wavelength and frequency of the light's spiritual particles to be the same as the Ghost Path Barrier. In this way, the Ghost Path Barrier will recognize us as the same kind."

"That way, we can enter without any hindrance."

Naraku Sora listened in a daze, then grinned and concluded, "As expected of you, Sora Amon!"

Aizen: "..."

What kind of nickname is "Sora Amon"? And back in the Spirit Arts Academy, this guy even gave himself the nickname "Blue Dream".

What's going on in this guy's head?

Suppressing his slightly rising spiritual pressure, Aizen took the lead and walked ahead.

The moment the outer layer of curved light and shadow came into contact with the demonic barrier, a wondrous reaction, as if they were perfectly blended, occurred.

Naraku followed closely behind, and another dazzling light and shadow merged into it.

What came into view was a black curtain hanging from the ceiling, as if to completely cover up the darkness behind it.

There were no guards around, clearly indicating that the owner of this place did not believe that anyone could enter without breaking the ghost realm barrier.

Naraku reached out and slowly pulled back the curtain in front of him.

And so, the hellish scroll appeared before their eyes, deeply etched into their minds.

Directly in front, on a machine that resembles an operating table, lies a still-warm corpse that has been disemboweled. Its internal organs have been completely removed, and thin streams of blood flow down the wounds.

On the flat ground, it coalesces into a river.

And this is just the tip of the iceberg.

In the corner of the room, a large number of mangled corpses were piled up, resembling a small mountain.

Severed limbs mixed with ruptured eyeballs, the twisted body still twitching under the influence of the remaining nerves.

The strong smell of blood filled my nasal cavity, creating a strong irritation.

The entire dissection room holds countless lives buried within it. The glaring crimson color was almost unbearable for someone like Naraku Sora, who had undergone the trials of hell.

At this moment.

The smile on Naraku's face was gone, replaced by a deathly stillness, heavy with the impending storm.

When humans die in the mortal world, they form souls. When they come to the Soul Society, they regain a body made of spirit particles.

Those high-ranking classes did not regard the residents of Rukongai as being the same as them.

In the eyes of those depraved people, everything in Rukongai was nothing more than their private property.

They can take whatever they want at will.