Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

At the critical moment, Naraku Sora, relying on the willpower he had honed under Shutara Senjumaru, managed to hold on and maintain the fused posture.

The once unruly spirit particle now resembled a loyal dog, its ever-changing spiritual pressure flowing like water, merging into a completely new transformation from the fluctuations.

Until finally, it collapsed with a deafening roar.

The circuits on his hands disintegrated and disappeared completely.

Has it failed?

Naraku asked himself a question, and countless thoughts surged through his mind, eventually converging into a single whole.

Without any hesitation, spiritual pressure surged forth once again.

Completely free of its previous awkwardness, Naraku's will now reigns supreme over countless spiritual particles, manipulating them at will to merge into its ideal form.

Thus, it was completed in one stroke.

Looking at the new lines on his hands and feeling the boundless power surging within them, Naraku couldn't help but reveal an excited smile.

The extraordinary wisdom has finally come into play!

The spiritual pressure surged rapidly under the stimulation, quickly reaching its limit.

Naraku Sora gripped the hilt of his sword, a faint crimson light emanating from his hands. Two distinct spiritual pressures intertwined, bursting forth with a dazzling brilliance.

He drew his sword.

Lightning flashed, and endless arcs of electricity erupted in an instant. Countless spiritual particles violently intersected and collided, forming a blade of light that could cut through anything, shooting straight into the sky!

As if the sound had been cut off, a striking white line flashed across the sky above the dojo.

The next moment, a deafening explosion reverberated throughout the Zhenyang Prison barracks!

Dazzling lightning danced wildly above the dome, the vast dojo crumbled and collapsed with a crash, and the clouds at the edge of the horizon vanished without a trace.

A thunderous roar echoed throughout the entire barracks, and countless eyes turned in shock toward the direction from which the commotion came, speculating whether some level of hell had erupted in unrest.

Inside the office, Shutara Senjumaru gazed at the sky, a hint of surprise appearing on his delicate face, which quickly turned into a relieved smile:

"He truly is my silly son!"

Chapter 32 The Fate of the Scroll Dog

When Nishikawa rushed over, all that was left at the scene was ruins.

As if plowed by countless bolts of lightning, the area was riddled with chaotic, scorched ravines. Some of the matter was permanently lost in the same spot, leaving only scattered spiritual particles that merged into the air of the Soul Society.

In the long, deathly silence, dozens of death gods stood before the ruins, utterly shocked and their scalps tingling.

They didn't understand what was happening.

But only a strong person like the captain could probably do that.

"Just kidding!"

Cold sweat poured down Nishikawa's forehead, and his legs trembled slightly.

He stared in disbelief at everything before him, and at one point even wondered if there was something wrong with his perception.

If I remember correctly, this spiritual pressure should belong to Naraku Sora.

But this guy hasn't been in the team for long, so how did things turn out like this?

Starting as a mid-level seat officer, escorting an Adjuchas, he suddenly broke through his spiritual pressure and instantly rose to the level of a senior seat officer.

As soon as he broke through, he directly confronted the intruder who had trespassed into the detention room. His violent fighting style frightened even this veteran officer.

Later, he became the personal civil servant of the prison warden, and investigated the Araki family's practice of taboos, directly suppressing Araki Hideto, a pillar of a high-ranking noble family, into the underground prison.

At this point, Nishikawa was already somewhat confused about the composition of Naraku Sora's strength.

Right now, this guy is showing destructive power that could easily wipe out this old man, so how could he not feel a chill in his heart?

sometimes.

The gap between people is greater than the gap between people and dogs.

It's especially despairing when someone more talented than you is also more stubborn.

When Naraku emerged from the ruins, the Grim Reapers looked at him with awe.

After greeting Nishikawa and the others, Naraku Sora turned to examine the ruins formed by the massive building, a satisfied expression on his face.

The original concept was completed so easily, which is enough to justify its reputation as a world-shaking achievement.

Although there is still room for improvement in the details, it is still somewhat inferior to Yamamoto's Genryu.

But so what?

Even the ugly ones are amazing, and the tiny ones are adorable!

This is a small step for him, but a giant leap for swordsmanship and the way of the devil. All I can say is that the future is promising!

Seeing that it was still early, Naraku asked Nishikawa again to find an unused dojo, preparing to consolidate the new techniques he had developed.

Amidst the despairing gazes of the crowd, the boy once again began his intense training, continuing until dusk when even the onlookers could no longer bear to watch.

"The sun has set; it's time to rest."

"That's good enough, Naraku. Many of the seated officials are not as good as you now."

"The noise you're making while you're practicing keeps everyone awake. They have to go to work tomorrow."

After receiving heartfelt words of advice from the Shinigami, Naraku Sora reluctantly sheathed his sword, left the dojo, and returned to his own courtyard.

Watching his departing figure, everyone's gazes were filled with complex emotions.

Damn it, how can I enjoy slacking off when I'm with a dog like this?

Naraku Sora lay on the bed, the wooden characters spread out, waves of weariness washing over him from the depths of his soul.

A good start is half the battle.

The system provided him with a solid foundation, and he used his extraordinary wisdom to make perfect use of that foundation.

If that's not enough, he can also have the wicked woman and Aizen help him strategize.

Even three cobblers with their mediocre skills can outwit Zhuge Liang, let alone three outstanding individuals in the field of wisdom.

And so, amidst her beautiful plans for the future, Naraku Sora closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

I slept without any dreams.

……

……

Under the same night sky, some people stayed up all night.

"Naraku Sora, a resident of Rukongai, entered the special class of the Spirit Arts Academy with his outstanding talent. During his time as an academy student, he had many records of violating the academy rules, but no major offenses."

"After graduation, I submitted my application to join the team at the Mao Underground Prison and became a member."

"This resume is unremarkable from any angle, but since joining the team, what this kid has done has become quite shocking."

Inside an old-fashioned mansion on the noble street, in a study lit by an oil lamp, a newly collected document lay on the table. The masked Grim Reaper, who had just returned, said solemnly:

"The biggest problem is precisely because we can't see anything."

"Leaving aside what happened after he joined the Shin-O prison, on the surface he was no different from his fellow inmates."

Upon hearing this, the old man behind the table paused for a moment, then frowned and said:

"You mean, this kid's resume is all fake?"

"It's a mix of truth and falsehood," the masked Grim Reaper muttered. "I suspect it's that woman from the True Central Prison pulling the strings behind the scenes."

"Sir, you know her."

"Putting aside its own strength, its scientific research capabilities alone are enough to make many nobles, and even us, extremely envious."

"It's just that his personality is unpredictable, and most people simply can't communicate with him normally."

"Kana became her direct subordinate as soon as she joined the Shinigami Prison. Even Mayuri Kurotsuchi didn't receive such treatment."

The old man remained silent for a moment, a thoughtful look flashing in his lowered eyes:

"Based on the analysis, this kid does indeed have an illicit relationship with that woman, Shutaro, and it has also affected our plans to some extent."

"The fact that he discovered the secret of the Paradise House is enough to prove that the kid is not a brainless person."

"On the contrary, his ability to find the root of the problem from the slightest clues is precisely proof of his great ability."

At this point, the old man took a deep breath, his expression turning sinister.

"But no matter what, the relationship between that kid and that woman, Shudoro, is not simple."

The masked Grim Reaper paused for a moment, then said in a muffled voice:

"According to the information sent back from the Central Prison, Shutara Senjumaru's mood has been much better since Naraku became a seated officer."

"Sir, do you think it's possible that she's fallen for that boy?"

Upon hearing this, the old man's eyes twitched.

"That's a good idea, but don't think about it again."

"If that woman is really behind it all, then we probably won't be able to find out any more specific information."

"Let's leave it at that, just in case, and deal with him."

Naraku's appearance, while not ruining their plans, did cause them some trouble.

Although this incident completely destroyed the Araki family and further advanced their technology, it is still an obstacle. If they are allowed to grow stronger, they will eventually block the way forward.

The masked Grim Reaper slowly retreated until he completely disappeared into the shadows of the room.

The old man gazed out the window, his indifferent eyes fixed on the moon on the horizon, the moonlight obscuring the gloom on his aged face.

"Just a little bit more..."

Chapter 33 The inventor is a genius, what a madman!

The following morning, at the Fifth Division barracks.