Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Naraku Sora smiled and said, "The one who understands me is Sōyōsuke."

Aizen was somewhat gratified by this.

This guy is much more cautious than before; at least he didn't recklessly conduct experiments directly.

"Go to the Technology Development Bureau."

"Kisuke Urahara and Mayuri Kurotsuchi also have considerable talent in Kido. Perhaps we can get some suitable advice from them in some areas."

The two left the Fifth Division and went to the Technology Development Bureau.

Inside the laboratory, after listening to Aizen's explanation, Kisuke Urahara looked at the innocent-looking man and couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eye.

He no longer doubts Naraku's species.

Anything is possible, but it will definitely not be a normal Grim Reaper.

To comprehend such a heaven-defying demonic path on one's own is something even the Grim Reaper could not have done.

He strongly suspected that this brute was King Ling's illegitimate son.

At the very least, he might be the illegitimate son of the monk Hyōshūbe Ichibei.

Soon, with Mayuri Kurotsuchi's help, Naraku Sora successfully wrote down all the key points and details of Rinne Tensei.

The densely packed handwriting filled seventeen A4 sheets of paper.

Its complexity even impressed Aizen.

This was the most complex demonic path he had ever seen in his life.

For an ordinary Grim Reaper, let alone learning it, just understanding it would probably take decades or even centuries.

Looking at the complicated text, Kisuke Urahara felt like crying.

This bastard doesn't treat his subordinates like human beings at all. Analyzing this level of demonic cultivation would make him lose all his hair.

Not to mention, he now also has the mission of researching hell.

This was an order given by Captain-Commander Yamamoto, so we dared not neglect it in the slightest.

Both master and disciple are beasts!

Genryu? Pshaw!

Although I was inwardly complaining, I still had to do my job, otherwise, that fist the size of a clay pot might land somewhere.

The three of them quickly got into the zone.

Data was continuously being entered into the device, and the screen began to display things that Naraku Sora couldn't understand at all.

Although the concept of reincarnation was something he had comprehended as a demonic path, after being analyzed by the three individuals, it became a completely unfamiliar concept.

Just looking at it gives you the illusion of an itchy scalp.

It looks like something is about to grow out.

Fortunately, they don't need to learn about reincarnation; instead, they can analyze whether there are any side effects.

The task is relatively simple.

Even so, it still took several days to get it completely done.

Aizen frowned slightly as he looked at the data flashing on the screen.

"Such a powerful demonic path, does it only consume spiritual energy?"

"Something just feels off..."

Kisuke Urahara had the same expression.

The idea of ​​completely resurrecting the dead was too horrifying. In his mind, it was a challenge to the authority of the gods, far more outrageous than other research.

Just as the two were struggling with their decision, Mayuri Kurotsuchi smirked, revealing a truly chilling smile:

"It does consume spiritual energy, but the amount is probably much greater than you expect."

"If my calculations are correct, to completely resurrect a Grim Reaper, the caster's entire spiritual power must be exhausted."

Aizen's gaze darkened.

Because the three people have different roles, the results they produce will differ.

But he never doubted Mayuri Kurotsuchi's abilities.

This is a genius scientist who is in no way inferior to him and Kisuke Urahara.

"Isn't this tantamount to exchanging one life for another?"

Kisuke Urahara shook his head. "Apart from Lord Naraku, there is absolutely no way anyone else could learn this Kido."

"To trade Lord Naraku's life for the lives of the first captains."

"The price is a bit too high."

Mayuri Kurotsuchi, standing to the side, curled her lip in disdain and scoffed:

"I know you're worried about Lord Naraku, but could you please stop smiling like that when you say that?"

"Is there?"

Kisuke Urahara reached out and touched his face.

Indeed, his smile stretched almost to his ears.

Aizen ignored the two teasing each other and calmly organized his research results, preparing to stop someone's foolish behavior.

"In that case, let the dead go where they belong."

"Wait, Mr. Aizen."

Mayuri Kurotsuchi spread his hands, a confident smile on his face:

"What if I told you there's a way to deal with the side effects?"

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Chapter 293 Itching for a Fight

“Hey, Mr. Nie, talking big isn’t in the style of us researchers.”

Kisuke Urahara seems to be hoping for someone's misfortune all the time, but when the crucial moment comes, he doesn't dare to do it.

He was quite pleased if Naraku got a minor injury or was beaten up by Yamamoto.

Urahara can't help but smile whenever he hears news of someone getting beaten up; it's almost become a conditioned reflex.

However, it would be a bit unacceptable to make Naraku Kuru pay with his life.

Putting aside how many people will be saddened by his death, the chain reaction it might trigger is enough to shake the Three Realms.

First is the dashed circle.

After finally pacifying the area, a development model centered around Hueco Mundo was established, and the tragic scenes of the Great Hollows killing and devouring each other were no longer present.

If the current King of Hueco Mundo were to pass away, given Kisuke Urahara's understanding of the Arrancar, it's highly likely that none of them would submit to the others, leading to a fierce and bloody battle.

Secondly, in Soul Society, the reason why the nobles no longer acted arrogantly was largely because Naraku Sora razed the Tsunayo family.

Moreover, this guy doesn't care whether you're a noble or not when he makes his move. If you offend him, you'll be locked up in the True Central Prison at best, and sent to the Technology Development Bureau at worst.

The nobility are now terrified of even the slightest sound.

Finally, there is the present world.

According to some unreliable rumors, the Quincy submitted not to Soul Society, but to Naraku Sora.

They clearly sent him to sign the contract, but this guy managed to subdue that group of people.

The Quincy of today are completely subservient to Narukō.

The other Grim Reapers don't listen to anyone, but they listen to this guy.

These alone are enough to trigger unimaginable turmoil.

Not to mention the unruly Shingotei 13 in the Shingotei prison.

"Tch, Kisuke Urahara, do you think you know me well?"

Mayuri Kurotsuchi scoffed disdainfully, "I told you to give up researching those useless things before, but you were happy to do it, saying they would come in handy."

"But when it came down to it, it was of no use at all."

"Kisuke Urahara, I've already gone ahead of you."

Seeing the smug Mayuri Kurotsuchi, Kisuke Urahara's lips twitched.

He has never liked comparing himself to others, but there are always people who disagree.

Can science really be compared to determine which is superior?

Even though everyone has different areas of expertise.

With just one artificial Grim Reaper, you've already surpassed everyone else.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Nie is a great talent."

Kisuke Urahara gave a few perfunctory replies.

Although he could see through the guy's attitude, Mayuri Kurotsuchi didn't care at all and showed a strange smile on his face.

Anyway, I won this time, and I feel really good about it.

"What exactly is the method Mr. Nie was referring to?"

Seeing that the two had decided the winner, Aizen interrupted them.

He wasn't interested in the competition between the two; he was just curious whether Mayuri Kurotsuchi's method would actually work.

He would absolutely not agree to trade the life of some idiot for the life of the first captain.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi grinned, revealing a mouthful of golden teeth, which, combined with the eerie face paint, created a distorted and disorienting effect.

"A righteous soul."

Aizen frowned, as if he had thought of something: