Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

"But now that we realize we can't win, it would be foolish to try to move the enemy through self-sacrifice."

"Let me tell you the truth, whether they admit defeat or not, they are all mine."

"Hribel, I need your help in my cultivation!"

Upon hearing this, Halibel paused for a few seconds, then her eyes turned icy, and undisguised hostility locked onto the Grim Reaper before her once again.

Although it sounds a bit strange, if the other party is determined not to let Sunsun and the others go, then she has no choice but to fight to the end.

The bone sword slashed down like a heavy hammer, its speed was average, but its power was no less than any Vastord.

Unfortunately, Vastod is already outdated.

Back when he first debuted, Naraku Sora was fighting Vasto Lorde, a self-made Arrancar.

The reason they fought alongside Harribel to this point was entirely because Aizen had instructed them before setting off to slow down the pace of the battle and gradually extinguish their hopes.

Only when they are completely desperate can these Hollows be used by them and become the backbone of Las Noches.

Bang!

A dull, heavy thud sounded from ahead, startling Halibel, whose eyes widened in horror.

The usually unstoppable heavy blow was actually caught in the opponent's hand with ease.

Click!

As the five fingers exerted force, the bone sword emitted a sound of being unable to bear the weight, golden arcs of electricity flashed and leaped, and cracks appeared on the blade.

Cero!

After a brief moment of surprise, Heribel immediately reacted, and a crimson sphere of light condensed in front of her visor, with countless spiritual particles frantically pouring into it, emitting a dazzling light.

Snapped--

The powerful beam of light was blocked by the outstretched palm, and was crushed like fragile glass.

“Heribel, sacrifice is meaningless.”

Naraku Sorrow grinned, solemnly raised his right hand, and clenched it tightly. The air wailed as arcs of electricity and scorching flames intertwined and formed a dazzling brilliance.

The sound seemed to be erased for a moment the instant the fist was thrown.

Immediately, an irresistible impact exploded from Heribel's back, shattering her sturdy bone armor into countless tiny fragments that flew around.

Seeing this, Sun Sun and the others became anxious and immediately forgot Harribel's previous instructions, rushing towards Naraku Sora like madmen.

"You damned Grim Reaper, release Lady Harribel at once, or I will surely bind you to death!"

"You damned bastard, you're dead!"

"I'll kill you, you bastard!"

Naraku Sora casually tossed aside the unconscious Harribel, looked up at the three-headed Hollow that was churning up clouds of silver sand, and grinned.

Next comes the simple and straightforward part: crushing the noobs.

When the gap in strength between two sides is too large, no matter how brilliant their wisdom, it is difficult to bridge the gap.

At this moment, Naraku Sora finally understood Yamamoto's joy.

One punch, one kill; the three members of the Void Group are knocked down.

After doing all this, he came to the last Hollow.

It was entirely white, with bat wings growing from its back. Its spiritual pressure was not apparent, but judging from the half-damaged mask, it had probably completed part of the Arrancar process.

Therefore, the guy in front of us is the strongest among this group of Void beings.

While Naraku was sizing up the other person, the other person was also sizing him up.

After the battle, Ulquiorra realized that this Grim Reaper was completely different from the Grim Reaper he knew.

Or rather, the two do not belong to the same species at all.

Therefore, he began to doubt his identity:

"Before the fight begins, I have a question I'd like to have answered."

"explain."

Are you really the Grim Reaper?

"?"

Naraku raised an eyebrow and said in a booming voice:

"What are you saying? What are you saying?"

"There is no Shinigami more like me. Look at this Shinigami armor, it heals itself. Look at this haori..."

Upon realizing that the haori had been corroded into ash by Heribel's high-temperature water mist, the person promptly changed the subject.

"In terms of position, I am on par with the captain of the Gotei 13, and in terms of strength, I am equally incomparable."

"If the other person weren't a few years older, I should be sitting in that seat!"

Ulquiorra seemed lost in thought.

Judging from their expressions, the other person seemed to be telling the truth.

He knew about the Gotei 13; they were the most powerful Shinigami, a violent organization in Soul Society.

The Grim Reaper before us can stand on equal footing with the Captain-General, so he must know a great deal.

"Actually, I came to Las Noches with them just to find the answer to a question."

"As one of the best among the Grim Reapers, you must know the meaning of life, right?"

Upon hearing this, Naraku Sora let out a hearty laugh:

"You've come to the right person. Throughout the Soul Society, who doesn't know that my wisdom is astonishing?"

"Listen carefully."

Ulquiorra adopted the demeanor of a well-behaved student, listening attentively.

Naraku cleared his throat, his smile fading:

As the saying goes, "Those involved are often confused, while bystanders see things clearly."

"In fact, survival has no inherent meaning; it is simply about setting a goal for oneself to live."

"And for you, the process of finding answers to questions is essentially the meaning of life."

Ulquiorra fell silent, pondering the meaning of those words. As his thoughts deepened, his eyes grew brighter, and finally he nodded vigorously:

"I understand!"

Chapter 207 Just do it, let others guess the rest.

"What do you understand?"

The sudden question startled Ulquiorra, who instinctively replied:

"Of course, it's the meaning of survival."

"Your Majesty the Grim Reaper has resolved my long-standing doubts. Just as living itself has no inherent meaning, as long as one lives, one can encounter meaningful things."

"For example, when Lord Death met me, I found the answer to my question."

Nai Luo Kong: "?"

Just as he typed the question mark, Ulquiorra began to recount his life story.

In his view, Narakuku was able to answer the questions that had been troubling him for so long, so he must be a person of great wisdom, and such a being must be able to understand the emptiness deep in his heart.

Ulquiorra was born deep within a cave in Hueco Mundo. As a pure white humanoid Hollow with only sight, he was ostracized because his appearance and habits differed from those of his own kind.

While his fellow Hollows were indulging in the pleasure of devouring other Hollows of their kind, he began to think.

What is the meaning of life, and what is the heart?

His clansmen could not answer his questions; all they responded with was unrestrained ridicule.

Ulquiorra didn't care about this and instead chose to leave the cave and embark on a journey to find the answer.

During my wanderings, I came across a peculiar patch of white bushes.

"I was completely captivated when I first saw it."

Ulquiorra was lost in memories, his voice trembling slightly, as if sharing past experiences was a rare kind of joy.

Yammy, who had argued with him before, couldn't understand any of this.

A muscle-bound brute.

"That is the closest thing to nothingness that I have ever seen."

"I was there and felt a long-lost sense of peace, so I fell asleep. When I woke up again, the thorns were gone."

"Instead, countless cracks have appeared here as well."

Ulquiorra pointed to his cheek. The bone mask, which should have only revealed his eyes, was now cracked, revealing his mouth and chin.

"Your Excellency Death, after hearing my story, do you have any clues?"

Naraku Sora stroked his chin, seemingly lost in thought.

The things Ulquiorra described reminded him of the scenes he had witnessed when he saw Aizen's experiments.

The translucent substance glows faintly and has no distinguishing properties, yet it possesses a fatal attraction.

Thinking of this, he opened his eyes wide and a look of realization appeared on his face.

So it was you, the fragment of the Spirit King!

No wonder Ulquiorra was able to achieve the status of a half-destroyer without any technological assistance.

It turns out they were incredibly lucky to have encountered a Soul King fragment that had been scattered throughout Hueco Mundo.

Ulquiorra watched Naraku's constantly changing expressions, a hint of curiosity in his eyes:

"Your Excellency Death, do you know the answer?"

Narakuku nodded, then shook his head: