Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Yamamoto snorted coldly and said disdainfully:

"You little brat, you can't expect anything good to come out of your mouth. Don't think I don't know what kind of nasty nonsense you're up to."

"What I just did was a prediction."

The air in Naraku is turbulent.

If we weren't outmatched, we wouldn't let this old man run rampant like this.

"In short, we must be cautious on this trip and not be as reckless as we were in Soul Society."

Yamamoto's voice softened considerably, and a barely perceptible hint of concern flashed in his slightly narrowed eyes.

If he could, he would even like to go to the Spirit King's Palace with him.

Seemingly sensing something, Naraku Sora suppressed his smile and nodded seriously.

In order to allow the old man to live for two more years, we should be more cautious when going to the Spirit King's Palace this time.

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"Hehehe, it's finally finished!"

Inside the cell of the Shinigami Prison, Mayuri Kurotsuchi let out a strange, unintelligible laugh, his mouth stretched to the sides in an arc that defied physiological limits.

He looks just like the Joker from Gotham City.

It can stop a child from crying at night.

"Mr. Nie, whether it will succeed or not, we'll only know after we try. We haven't collected the data yet. If it fails, you'll lose face."

Kisuke Urahara said with a grin, his hands tucked into his sleeves.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi choked for a moment, then glanced at him:

"You should worry about yourself more than me. I heard that Lord Naraku has recently assigned you a new mission."

Urahara Kisuke: "..."

Gan, I almost forgot about that.

As a master of slacking off in the Shinigami Prison, he is often assigned all sorts of strange and bizarre tasks by Naraku for various reasons.

From renovating the barracks to researching tofu dishes, from observing the sinners' eating habits to training new Grim Reapers.

If life in the Second Division was enjoyable, then the Central Prison was pure torture.

The key point is that, after so much time, he has actually gotten used to it.

On occasional days when he didn't hear Naraku's orders, he even felt a little uneasy.

Could it be that under immense pressure, I have awakened some unspeakable, peculiar fetish?

Thinking of this, Kisuke Urahara couldn't help but shudder.

Aizen, standing to the side, didn't care about the love and hate between the two; he was simply silently calculating data.

Because I discovered some secrets about the power of the Spirit King, I've been busy with experiments lately.

If he hadn't received prior notification from Mayuri Kurotsuchi, he might still be busy in the lab.

Just then, a familiar voice came from outside the training ground.

"Oh, everyone's here."

Naraku grinned and greeted the three of them.

Before leaving, there are a few things I need to explain. Others can ignore them, but Mayuri Kurotsuchi and Kisuke Urahara must not let them off the hook.

Also, the adopted son must be notified.

Upon sensing that the spiritual pressure of the three people was gathered together, he immediately rushed over.

"Lord Naraku, you've come at the perfect time."

Mayuri Kurotsuchi smiled genuinely:

"After thirty-nine iterations, my Zanpakuto has finally been modified. Now is the time to test the results."

When Mayuri Kurotsuchi was first defeated by Naraku Kuro, he was very resentful.

In his view, this newcomer was just relying on his recklessness.

He's not on the same wavelength as scientists who rely on their brains for a living.

However, as contact increases.

An endless stream of advanced materials, cutting-edge instruments and equipment, and even the absolute spiritual particle manipulation ability that other Grim Reapers can only dream of...

It can be said that things that were only dared to be imagined in the past have now been realized by Naraku.

If this guy hadn't been so dismissive, he might have even said, "If you don't abandon me..."

For scientists, integrity is often the least important thing.

Upon hearing this, Naraku's eyes lit up, and he gestured:

"In that case, bring it up quickly!"

I didn't expect there would be a new show to watch before I left. No wonder he is one of the top researchers in Soul Society.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi slowly drew his Zanpakuto; the dark blade emitted an eerie light, completely different from the Zanpakuto of other Shinigami.

"There is no change in the initial interpretation."

"So, just look at the Bankai directly."

"Solution—"

Mayuri Kurotsuchi smiled strangely, held the sword upright in front of him, and reached out to grasp what should have been the tsuba (handguard).

It was a mass of something resembling internal organs, soft, sticky, and slippery.

"Golden Pyromaniac Jizo - Demon Embryo Subduing Seal Syndrome!"

The moment the words fell, a sticky spiritual pressure suddenly spread out, the dark blade disappeared, and a large amount of smoke suddenly burst out, covering the entire dojo.

Naraku Sora opened his eyes wide and saw a huge silhouette that was faintly visible in the smoke.

I thought Mayuri Kurotsuchi was just making some improvements on the original.

Unexpectedly, this guy skipped a century and pulled out the Bankai, which was originally born during the Blood War.

When the smoke cleared, a colossal figure, tens of meters tall, sat in the center of the training ground.

The body was that of a pure infant, with twisted muscle lines and deep, inky black skin that gleamed with an oily sheen, as if covered with a layer of liquid toxins.

It has two curved black horns on its head, with an old lantern emitting a faint light hanging from the end of the horns.

Even from a distance, it still gives one a strong sense of foreboding.

"Haha, it's done!"

As Mayuri Kurotsuchi gazed at the strange creature beside him, his face was filled with fanaticism, like that of a devout believer.

Although combat ability is something that is dispensable to him.

However, modifying the Jizo statue is a crucial part of the future research plan, and its completion would demonstrate that the plan is feasible.

He could have easily followed the pre-set plan and continued his research step by step.

Until the ultimate great ideal is achieved.

Kisuke Urahara stared at the ominous creation and clicked his tongue.

Too ugly.

She's not even half as good-looking as his Red Princess, no, not even a tenth as good-looking.

In this comparison, he won.

Aizen, on the other hand, examined the Demon Embryo Seal Syndrome body with great interest, analyzing it from different angles such as spiritual waves, spiritual pressure, and spiritual particles.

Despite his deep-seated pride, even he had to acknowledge the talent of Mayuri Kurotsuchi and Kisuke Urahara in the field of scientific research.

She was someone who could stand on equal footing with him.

If they were also involved in the study of the Spirit King's power and those forbidden matters, the progress would surely be rapid.

We need to find a way to drag them into this.

Just as the three were lost in their own thoughts, Naraku Sora arrived beside the body suffering from the Demon Embryo Seal Syndrome and patted its dark skin.

Then the demonic fetus with the incarnation syndrome unleashed a deafening roar.

Immediately afterwards, the belly, which was raised high like a small mountain, split open, and a Jizo of Ashisa, whose body was covered in bulging muscles and looked like a licker, rushed out from it.

Despite being in infant form, it exudes a chilling aura of power.

"Lord Naraku, the Demon Embryo Seal Syndrome will generate corresponding Ashisogi Jizo based on the information gathered during the battle."

Mayuri Kurotsuchi grinned. "Back when it was being modified, I incorporated information about our battle into it, so now it's a weapon specifically created for you."

Naraku Sora became interested upon hearing this and immediately prepared to test the strength of this Noble Phantasm.

In his memory, the Demonic Embryo's creation of the Jizo statue even caused the Divine Pardon Guard to suffer a setback.

To have achieved this level solely through technology is truly astounding.

Naraku moved his arms, crackling arcs of electricity emanating from his body, the air filled with scorching heat, and cracks appeared in the floor beneath his feet.

Spiritual pressure lingered.

"?"

Looking at that completely unfamiliar face, Mayuri Kurotsuchi couldn't help but ask a question mark.

Is there something wrong with the intelligence?

Chapter 185 Not a single normal person

"Hoohoo!!"

Seemingly sensing the threat posed by the creature before him, Pisha Jizo let out a deafening roar, causing the air to tremble violently and visible sound waves to spread throughout the training ground.