Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Life is the same.

To use other people's lives as the cost of trial and error for some ulterior motive.

Dismembering limbs and stripping organs.

They don't even spare the soul.

Perhaps all the residents of that village are here now.

"This is the truest side of Soul Society."

Aizen's voice sounded unusually calm, as if he had already accepted this situation.

"In the back of Rukongai, people will fight to the death for a mouthful of murky water."

"The nobles living in Seireitei and the surrounding areas enjoy treatment that commoners can only dream of."

"Even so, they are still not satisfied."

"Whether for some vague and laughable glory, or for the greed and desire deep within their hearts, countless such structures were built in Soul Society—"

"hell."

Naraku Sora sighed and gripped the Zanpakuto at his waist.

"Therefore, it would be a pity to let such people die, and it would also be unfair to the souls that they treated like dirt."

"What do you think, Sousuke?"

Aizen paused for a moment, then suddenly realized that he was being a bit too conservative compared to Naraku Sora.

However, that's probably why he can hang out with this guy.

The curved light enveloped the two figures, and the "Toe-Slapping Sparrow" technique was activated again. Spiritual threads crossed the dissection room, pierced the ground, and disappeared below.

Just as Aizen was trying to find the entrance to the basement by other means, Naraku sniffed and his eyes lit up:

"Northwest!"

……

……

On the second basement level, in a brightly lit research room, dozens of figures were busy moving around.

In the very center of the room lay a grotesque corpse several meters long, next to a pool of bright red blood, with a Zanpakuto submerged in it, only the hilt protruding.

On the back of the corpse, there was a huge gash running from the neck to the lumbar vertebrae, almost splitting it in two.

Every now and then, someone would cut off a piece of flesh from above and throw it into the blood pool.

Beside the corpse, a figure stood with arms crossed, quietly observing the research process.

If Naraku Sora were here, he would find that this person's appearance is extremely similar to that of the intruder he had previously killed—Araki Makoto.

"Lord Araki, aren't we being a little too hasty?"

"The disappearance of a village has already caught the attention of the Gotei 13."

Someone said in a low voice with a big smile on their face.

Upon hearing this, the man referred to as Lord Araki was somewhat annoyed:

"Fool, do you think I don't know?!"

"If those good-for-nothings hadn't been locked up in the True Central Prison, we wouldn't have needed to rush like this. Once things here get out..."

However, before he could finish speaking, a loud, resounding crash came from the door above.

Countless eyes turned to the direction from which the sound came, only to see the sturdy metal door shattered in an instant.

Amidst the billowing dust, blazing flames surged forth like a tide, sweeping downwards in an instant!

Chapter 15 A Strong Strike is Needed

"Intruder!"

An enraged voice erupted from the crowd, "It's the Gotei 13's Grim Reapers! Those dogs actually found their way here!"

"Binding Spell No. 39: Round Gate Fan".

The underground space is not only home to researchers, but also to the Grim Reaper, who guards it.

A massive circular spiritual energy shield instantly materialized, firmly blocking the erosion of the scorching heatwave.

But the perfect Crimson Fire Cannon that missed its target must have more than just that much power.

In particular, before breaking down the door, this guy even chanted an incantation to enhance the destructive power of the demonic path.

boom!

A blazing fireball suddenly erupted, shattering the spiritual energy shield. The terrifying heat instantly spread and engulfed the two figures at the forefront.

A piercing wail suddenly echoed throughout the underground space, sending chills down the spines of everyone who heard it.

"Body modification, manipulation of the soul, the evidence is conclusive."

Narakuku stood high above, looking down at the people amidst the smoke of battle, like a god bringing judgment:

"You bunch of bastards are no ordinary criminals; you must be dealt with severely!"

Araki-sama stared coldly at the figure above, forcing out words through clenched teeth:

"Kill him."

The moment the words fell, several figures rushed out from below and instantly arrived in front of Naraku Sora.

An imposing pressure came from all directions, as if to crush the figure in the middle into a can.

Naraku grinned maliciously, then drew his sword and charged forward.

The response to these livestock kept by the nobles was a strike powerful enough to directly destroy a building!

The violent spiritual pressure erupted and condensed at this moment, enveloping the cold blade, and swept forward with overwhelming force, shattering the Grim Reaper who was attacking in the same manner!

This attack was driven by pure rage, not by any grudges.

Extreme anger towards those who disregard innocent souls!

The tenth-level spiritual power may not be strong, but it is still at the level of a superior officer, especially with the support of the power of the void and the growth potential after the transformation.

The sheer power it unleashed was enough to completely overwhelm a Shinigami of the same spiritual pressure level.

That's it, numbers!

Under the crushing force, the Zanpakuto erupted with dazzling sparks, as if it had been hit head-on by a dump truck, sending the person and the sword flying.

The blood mist exploded in the air, like a grand fireworks display.

The Zanpakuto fell to the ground, and the guardian Shinigami slammed heavily against the hard wall, leaving a thick, red bloodstain.

The researchers stared in disbelief at what was happening before their eyes.

This scene undoubtedly exceeded their understanding and even impacted their values.

Why does a spiritual pressure level of only that of a high-ranking officer possess such terrifying power?

Anyone with a modicum of sense wouldn't attempt to directly confront a violent monster of similar strength who could be cleaved in two with a single blow.

But the other Grim Reapers who were besieging them were already on the verge of firing.

Naraku Kuru swiftly dispatched the attacker directly in front of him, twisting his wrist and turning his body to deliver another simple and unadorned slash.

Speed, power, and reaction time are all maxed out.

Two more bursts of brilliant blood exploded in the air, and the guardians of death were kicked down, leaving spiderweb-like marks on the hard ground.

Is this all you're relying on?

Araki-sama stared coldly at the boy walking towards him, his voice hoarse with anger.

"Judging from your appearance, you must be a genius who just graduated from the Spirit Arts Academy not long ago, right?"

"I am Araki Hideto of the noble Araki family. If you wish..."

Before he could finish speaking, Naraku Sora had already drawn his sword and swung it down fiercely at Araki Hideto's head.

There's no point in talking to such a shameless criminal.

If it weren't for the issue of participation, he would even have wanted Aizen to join in; such trash doesn't deserve his chivalrous code.

"You bastard!"

Araki Hideto cursed and vanished from his spot in a flash, thus dodging the powerful slash.

When he reappeared, he was already at the edge of the blood pool.

"Since you're unwilling to stop here, then accept your fate and die."

Araki Hideto reached out and yanked the Zanpakuto out of the pool of blood.

Slippery, viscous blood dripped continuously down the silvery-white blade, seemingly endlessly.

The scene was quite bizarre at one point.

Araki Hideto raised his Zanpakuto high, a maniacal smile on his face, and roared:

"Boiling over, Blood Spirit Pill!"

A strange fluctuation emanated from the trembling blade, instantly engulfing the entire underground space, even affecting Aizen, who was keeping watch in the distance.

Aizen frowned slightly, sensing the changes in his body, and instantly understood the other party's ability.

"Controlling the blood?"

"So it's a Zanpakuto related to biology. No wonder they would try this kind of research."

"But with this level of influence, Naraku would probably have a hard time dealing with it, right?"

Aizen had already reached the spiritual pressure level of a vice-captain before graduation, and now he has even touched the threshold of third-rank spiritual power.

Araki Hideto's Zanpakuto was completely ineffective against him.

However, when he turned his gaze to Naraku again, he was surprised to find that this guy had once again exceeded his expectations.

The materialized crimson spiritual pressure coiled around Naraku's body like a snake, wantonly radiating a savagery that did not belong to a Shinigami.