Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

The last time I had this premonition was when I secretly ate the tofu dish that Aizen had specially left for me as a midnight snack during my time at the Spirit Arts Academy.

As for the outcome that time, let's not dwell on it.

True warriors never look back.

"Don't worry, don't worry, why would I, your sister, betray you?"

Shutara Senjumaru gently patted Naraku Sora's shoulder, comforting him while tossing a sealed pill into a cup containing a milky white liquid.

"Come on, silly boy, drink this first."

"Impossible! Even if I starve to death, die outside, or jump off this cliff, I would never drink this kind of unknown substance..."

Before he could finish speaking, an enticing aroma forcefully entered his nostrils, abruptly cutting off the rest of his sentence.

"What exactly is this?"

Shutara Senjumaru revealed a triumphant smile: "Do you remember what I said before about the Shikai development technology designed based on your blueprint?"

"As a unique and perfect Hollowfied Shinigami, you also possess some characteristics of Hollows to some extent, such as steel skin and high-speed regeneration."

"But correspondingly, some drawbacks will also emerge."

"For example, a decoy—"

"The Quincy clan uses a drug specifically to lure ordinary Hollows. After I adjusted the parameters, it can also affect some Great Hollows."

"However, since you are still essentially the Grim Reaper, the effect will be minimal."

"At most, it's like an ordinary person seeing their favorite food and being able to refuse it based on reason."

"This is a good opportunity for you to improve on this aspect."

After hesitating for a moment, Naraku Sora picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp. An indescribable feeling of fullness filled his entire body and even spread to the depths of his soul.

It's as if after drinking a cup, you can no longer feel hunger.

However, just as he was about to savor the moment, a strong wave of dizziness struck him, and Naraku closed his eyes and collapsed without hesitation.

She fell right into a pair of soft arms.

Shutara Senjumaru looked at the unconscious boy and smiled with apparent pleasure: "I hope you will be satisfied with the dream that I have woven with my own hands."

Staring blankly at the endless void before him, Narakuku's eyes widened.

Although I vaguely guessed that it might be related to that wicked woman, Shutara Senjumaru, I still couldn't help but feel a strong sense of powerlessness.

Everywhere you look, there are ferocious-looking, malevolent beings, including some Hollows of the Gillian and Adjuchas caliber.

The sheer, tangible spiritual pressure alone was enough to instill despair.

However, given the current situation, giving up halfway is unlikely.

Since it's probably fake anyway, I might as well see my true limits.

Amidst deafening roars and howls, Naraku charged into the boundless void with his sword.

The battle begins.

Chapter 27 is fantastic; I'm gradually understanding everything.

At first, Naraku thought it was just a simple trial.

But when the violent roar almost blew his skull off, he suddenly realized what was happening.

That damn wicked woman is messing with him!

What is happening before my eyes is definitely not an illusion.

Naraku Sora unleashed a backhand vertical slash, cleaving an attacking lower-level phantom in two. Sticky blood gushed out, staining the white sand beneath his feet crimson.

Good news: the lower-ranking Hollows are very weak in combat, even weaker than the newly recruited Shinigami.

The bad news is that this is the most numerous and cannon fodder species in the Void Sea, and as far as the eye can see, there is no end to it.

He was just a ninth seat, not even a vice-captain, so why was he sent to such a terrible place just for mastering Shikai?

Just how wicked is that woman, Shutara Senjumaru?

It's like a bad woman telling him, "This is offense, this is defense, let's go and take down that ridiculous enemy named Genichiro Ashina."

What's the difference between this and being transported to another world, ready to make your mark, only to suddenly discover that the door can't be opened from this side?

Naraku delivered a straight punch that instantly shattered the head of the illusory object to his left, causing the white and red parts to explode, as if a dye shop had been opened.

Whether it's a Zanpakuto, fists and feet, or even a head and torso, they all become weapons for killing Hollows.

Wherever they went, rivers of blood flowed; their efficiency was frighteningly high.

However, in the face of sheer numbers, no matter how hard Naraku tried, it was all in vain; the area covered by the Void Sea did not decrease in the slightest.

The crescent moon in the sky silently watched everything that happened in the endless void sea.

Countless arcs of electricity condensed and coiled around the blade. With a slash of energy, a huge trench tens of meters long was carved out.

Countless illusory objects crumbled the instant they made contact, and in the ensuing roar, life was instantly wiped out, with the aftershocks spreading in all directions.

It remains the eleventh route, dominated by lightning.

The difference is that Naraku Sora, with his perfect understanding of the Red Fire Cannon, can convert his spiritual pressure into the corresponding Kido spiritual pressure.

Then, he channeled all his energy through the tsuba (handguard) into the Zanpakuto's blade, unleashing a devastating attack filled with extreme destructive power!

His perfect mastery of the demonic path was on full display at this moment.

In the endless battles, Naraku gradually mastered the power that was rightfully his own.

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Human strength has its limits. Just as the illusory object in front of him was instantly erased, a fatal oversight also occurred behind Naraku.

However, the bite, which gathered all the power of the illusory thing, only broke through the skin and separated the flesh before getting stuck on the bone that was so hard that it was completely unreasonable.

A crimson spiritual pressure surged around Naraku Sora, revealing an emotion known as tyranny.

The illusory things were constantly being annihilated and erased, the viscous blood gathered into a river, and the hurricane and thunder roared from the ferocious trampling, with suffocating air waves swirling in all directions.

While achieving brilliant results, they also gained hideous and terrifying wounds in return.

Although these illusory things could only break through a tiny layer of skin with all their might, as time went on, the wounds gradually increased.

Blood rained down, mingling with the gushing river of blood at their feet.

Combining the ring explosion of the Thirty-Threeth Dao Azure Flame Fall, it suddenly exploded with Narakuku at its center, and the azure flames engulfed the surrounding void.

A large area was cleared out directly.

Naraku stood in the center, his body stained with blood. His white teeth stood out starkly against the backdrop of the blood, revealing a ferocity that was as if he were a wild beast.

His eyes were frighteningly bright, as if flames were burning inside them.

"The battle has only just begun."

The boy murmured softly, his Zanpakuto enveloped in a blood-mist-like spiritual pressure, with a dazzling light condensing at its tip.

With a deafening roar as it crashed through the air, Naraku Sora grinned as it plunged into the depths of the Void Sea, until it was completely submerged.

……

……

Scorching flames rose from the ruins and wreckage, spreading and expanding until they illuminated the landscape.

On the vast, scorched earth, countless cracks were everywhere.

Hot winds, thick with sulfur and ash, churned, lifting the thick black smoke that blotted out the sun, revealing a vast, fiery red starry sky.

Naraku Sora watched all this, a hint of unease flashing in his eyes.

Compared to the desolate world before him, he preferred the void sea that had just submerged him.

Even something as trivial as emptiness is still life.

Now, everywhere you look, there is an overwhelming sense of deathly silence. Even the stars in the dome have become distorted and twisted, like melted glass.

There was no sign of life, only withered skeletons struggling from the cracks in the ground, their heads twisted and their bodies gnarled, as if they were enduring unspeakable extreme suffering.

Naraku Sora calmly observed everything within his sight; this place reminded him of a place described in some texts—

hell.

Not long ago, he fought a desperate battle in the Hollow Sea, exhausting all his spiritual pressure to fight against the endless Hollow Tide until the end of his life.

This method greatly shortened the process of Naraku Sora comprehending his own power.

Even now, he still doesn't know what method Shutara Senjumaru used to make the death battle just now so real and clear.

Even the pain of death was perfectly replicated.

And when he comprehended his own power, he appeared in this place that was both strange and somewhat familiar—

The inner world.

"You seem quite uncomfortable here."

His calm voice carried a barely perceptible hint of languor, as if he had just awakened from a deep sleep.

Naraku Sora looked in the direction of the sound, and beneath the fiery red dome, a slender figure, like a flame, gradually emerged from the twisted and winding stars.

The black skirt rippled like water, cascading down from the stars, untouched by dust.

Countless crimson lines intertwine, forming a pattern that is both solemn and slightly eerie, seemingly constantly changing and being outlined.

A pair of ruby-red eyes shone brightly, as if they were the center of the world.

Naraku Sora stared in astonishment at the tall figure under the dome, where half of her long, slender legs were visible through the hem of her dress, dazzlingly white.

It formed a stark contrast with the desolate world.

Her delicate features held a familiar beauty, as if she had seen him somewhere before. The woman tilted her head and smiled at the boy.

"I also want to make this place a better place, but its existence depends on you."

"This is your inner world, and it is also your possession."

She slowly approached the boy, cupping his face in her fair hands, gently pressing her smooth forehead against Naraku's, and then whispered in his ear with a tender yet firm tone: