Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

“I was just out looking for food when those big guys started chasing me as I passed through a valley.”

"However, I've gotten used to it."

"In Rukongai, we encounter similar monsters every now and then, but this is the first time we've encountered one like today."

Upon hearing this, Naraku raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes:

"That's not right. Even in the last eighty districts, you shouldn't encounter Hollows so often."

The girl wiped away the remaining tear stains on her face. Although she had gotten used to this kind of hectic life, she still felt a sense of fear, as if her life was hanging by a thread, whenever she encountered it.

"I don't know either, but life has been like this ever since I came to Rukongai."

"No one is willing to travel with me; I am all alone."

As she spoke, the girl began to sob.

If he hadn't noticed her glancing at him out of the corner of her eye every now and then, Naraku Sora would have almost spoken up to comfort her.

The fact that he was able to survive being chased by the Void multiple times clearly indicates that he is no ordinary person.

As for why he was being chased by Xu, he couldn't figure it out for a while.

"By the way, what's your name?"

Upon hearing the sound, the girl's crying stopped abruptly. She looked up, her tear-filled eyes appearing very pitiful.

"Rangiku, Matsumoto Rangiku."

Nai Luokong: "..."

Case solved.

No wonder it was chased and bitten by the Void.

If he remembered correctly, the girl in front of him would grow into a pillar of the Women's Death Association in the future, making an indelible contribution to raising the average altitude.

The reason she ended up in such a state is probably because her soul contains fragments of the Spirit King.

Speaking of which, the five noble ancestors were really meticulous in their cutting; they even chopped the Spirit King into minced meat.

You can find a girl with a fragment of the Spirit King just by going out for a casual stroll.

But to be honest, if it were any other Shinigami, saving Rangiku would probably have ended there.

The girl will continue her miserable life until she encounters a heartless man who ruthlessly takes something from her and then abandons her without mercy.

Fortunately, she met herself.

Naraku Sora tightened his grip on the orange hair, revealing what he considered a kind smile:

"My name is Naraku Sora, and I'm a Shinigami..."

Chapter 210 You've gone astray!

"grim Reaper……"

Rangiku pondered the significance of this term, then looked at the Shinigami uniform Naraku Sora was wearing, and combined it with the scene of him instantly killing several monsters with a single Hado attack.

In the end, I came to the conclusion that this young man, who looked not much older than me, was incredibly strong, and that I would be very safe by his side.

Just as she was thinking about how to cling to the other person without taking responsibility, Naraku Sora suddenly spoke up:

"Rangiku, you should become a Grim Reaper."

"A girl as powerful as you must learn how to control your power. Let me teach you. If you continue, you'll end up like before—"

"In the process of searching for food, they were targeted by various monsters."

"What did you say……"

Rangiku paused for a moment, then looked up somewhat blankly.

“Your soul contains great power. In the eyes of the Void, a soul like yours is an unparalleled delicacy. As long as it eats you, it can satisfy its instinctive desire for evolution.”

Naraku Sora spread his hands:

"Similarly, you possess talent far surpassing that of ordinary Grim Reapers, so your future is undoubtedly promising."

Upon hearing this, Rangiku's eyes lit up:

"So, will we be able to eat our fill?"

Most souls in Rukongai do not need solid food; they can sustain their lives by consuming spiritual particles from the air and drinking water, and they do not even feel hungry.

However, some souls with spiritual talent are the exact opposite.

Especially for creatures like Rangiku, the first thing they do every morning when they open their eyes is think about where to find food.

Upon hearing this, Nairoku grinned and said:

"Of course, my True Central Prison doesn't starve its soldiers!"

Rangiku's pupils dilated, and a look of astonishment appeared on her face.

What is the True Central Prison?

Shouldn't it be the Gotei 13?!

Just as she was about to ask for more details, a sinister hand suddenly reached out and grabbed Matsumoto Rangiku under its arm without saying a word.

"Wait, where are you taking me?"

Looking down at the shrinking forest and valley below, Rangiku's face turned pale; it was the first time she had ever been to such a high place.

The wind howled ahead, and the cold air rushed into her ears, causing her to instinctively hug the person next to her tightly. In her extreme fear, all she could do was mutter incessantly:

"It's too fast, it's too fast, please, slow down..."

After an unknown amount of time, when Naraku returned to the Central Prison, he happened to run into Kagura coming out of the office.

"Your Excellency, who is this gentleman?"

Kaku looked at the girl clinging to Naraku Sora like a koala with some curiosity, wondering where his master had come from this time.

"Oh, her name is Matsumoto Rangiku. Due to some special reasons, she often encounters phantom attacks in the wild. Seeing that she was pitiful, I simply brought her back."

"Perfect, you can take care of it for a while from now on."

"Get Rangiku familiar with life in Seireitei as soon as possible, and then send her to the Spirit Arts Academy to study for a while."

Upon hearing this, Kagura smiled gently, casually took Matsumoto Rangiku's hand—who looked bewildered and hadn't yet recovered from the shock—and whispered:

"Leave it to me, Lord Naraku."

"I will take good care of Ms. Matsumoto."

Since joining the Shinigami Prison to atone for his sins, Kaku has become accustomed to life there, even though his colleagues are a bit more violent than the Gotei 13.

However, everyone treated each other sincerely under Naraku's influence, and the atmosphere was actually better, with less backstabbing and infighting.

Rangiku, her face slightly pale, surveyed her surroundings. The so-called prison was not as dirty and chaotic as she had imagined.

On the contrary, the team barracks were surprisingly clean.

Even the buildings on both sides of the road looked exceptionally new, as if they had just been built recently.

Staying in this environment is indeed much better than in Rukongai.

Watching the two chatting idly, Rangiku's lips curled up almost imperceptibly, and the slight anxiety she had felt earlier vanished.

Indeed, the purpose of life is to find peace of mind.

……

……

If one were to choose the most reliable person from the Shin-O prison, it would undoubtedly be Kagura, known for his gentle nature.

Therefore, Naraku Sora felt completely at ease entrusting Rangiku to her care.

After parting ways with the two, he headed west, all the way to the underground prison.

Just now, Kagaku reported to him on the situation of the other people in the team dormitory. Urahara Kisuke and Kurotsuchi Mayuri were, as always, shut-ins, immersed in their research and experiments, oblivious to the world around them.

Komamura Sajin and Tosen Kaname worked diligently, helping with team affairs and paperwork in addition to their daily training tasks.

Occasionally, I would go to underground prisons to study punishments.

For them, as long as they can help Naraku Kudo share the burden, they can accept any job, no matter how hard or tiring.

In Komamura Sajin's heart, Lord Naraku is the greatest being in the world.

He ended the tragic fate of the werewolf clan, allowing them to live in the air of freedom.

The same applies to Tosen Kaname.

In his view, no one was more magnanimous than Lord Naraku, since other organizations would not be willing to accept a disabled person.

Not to mention, Naraku even designed a special plan for him to restore his eyesight.

In short, the prison warden's kindness can never be repaid.

The only problem is the Rotting Wood Echoes the River.

Following the clean and bright corridor downwards, you arrive at the [Black Rope Hell], where a spacious environment comes into view.

Inside the training ground in the central area, two figures, one tall and one short, were engaged in close combat. Chaotic and viscous spiritual pressure permeated the air, creating a somewhat oppressive atmosphere.

Naraku Sora arrived at the high platform without making a sound and naturally blended into the group known as the Bloodthirsty Spectator.

Due to the nature of their work, the guards of the Shinigami Prison are under far more pressure than the guards of the Gotei 13, so appropriate venting is beneficial to their physical and mental health.

Since a brand new training ground was built on each floor, coupled with changes in regulations.

The frustration that had been building up inside them was finally released, and the soldiers' faces were no longer filled with gloom and dejection.

On the training ground, two sturdy bodies were constantly colliding.

Despite his tall and imposing stature, Kuchiki Kyoga was still far inferior to his opponent.

His body, as massive as a mountain of flesh, could produce a dull whistling sound even with a simple punch, sending chills down one's spine.

Fortunately, the opponent was only intimidating in size; his actual strength was still far inferior to that of Kuchiki Hibiki.

Therefore, even without using the Zanpakuto Muramasa, he could still easily defeat his opponent.