Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Under the influence of the Void Poison, no Grim Reaper can maintain their sanity; they will only become beasts with bloodlust in their minds.

But judging from Nai Luokong's appearance, it didn't affect him at all; at most, he just seemed a little more brutal in his demeanor.

How did this guy manage to do that?

Furthermore, how did Naraku so easily discern the problem with the replicated spirit remains?

Wasn't it said that this guy was brainless and relied entirely on brute force?

Which idiot is spreading rumors?

He smashed the White Gate, murdered his colleagues in full view of everyone, and openly declared his betrayal, thus allowing the Shinigami of the Shinigami Prison to directly take over the Seireitei.

Does this seem like someone without a brain?

People who believe this kind of thing are truly brainless!

As he watched the data constantly scrolling across the screen, Shadow Wolf's expression shifted, his gaze turning extremely gloomy.

The other side of the severance boundary cannot hold out for long; we must retrieve the other half of the soul as soon as possible.

Once the integration is complete, everything will be fine.

Even if Naroku is strong, he won't be able to cause any trouble.

Thinking of this, Shadow Wolf Zuo seemed to have made up his mind. He turned around, went to the control panel next to him, and suddenly pulled open the drawer below.

A row of modified soul crystals were neatly arranged.

Shadow Wolf Zuo reached out and picked up a gem, a resolute glint flashing in his narrow pupils.

"Fortunately, I had made two preparations in advance."

"This time, we'll make sure Naraku never returns!"

With a series of fluid movements, several figures flashed through the laboratory and disappeared into the shadows.

…………

"Well done."

Naraku Sora patted Komamura Sajin's shoulder very hard.

The big dog bared its teeth for a moment, but that expression was quickly replaced by a genuine smile.

Since joining the team, he has been thinking about how to repay Lord Naraku's kindness.

Unfortunately, I lacked the strength; I had the will but not the ability.

He has been diligently training so that one day he can become Naraku's right-hand man and help him.

Now that my dream has come true, how can I not be happy?

"I have another task for you."

Naraku Sora checked on Komamura Sajin's condition and found that he did not have any serious injuries. Any healer in the team could heal him, so he was relieved.

"Looking for a green-haired girl, very pretty, with so-so strength, probably around the same level as Shizuku. Once found, capture her immediately!"

"As long as they're alive."

Upon hearing this, Komamura Sajin's expression became somewhat strange.

He found that Lord Naraku was good in every way, except that he was a little too lecherous.

During the previous crisis in the valley, even when facing extremely fierce enemies, Lord Naraku did not forget to carry a girl on his back and brought her back to the barracks afterward.

Now, the Seireitei is facing an unprecedented crisis, a time when everything is in ruins and needs to be rebuilt.

Lord Naraku actually sent him to find a beautiful girl.

Hmm, it doesn't seem so bad.

In werewolf clans, strong males usually have multiple mates, as this is the only way to ensure the survival and growth of the clan.

Given Naraku's current strength, the fact that he doesn't even have a publicly acknowledged partner is already quite commendable.

The importance of this mission is self-evident.

Thinking of this, Komamura Sajin's expression turned serious. He puffed out his chest and said loudly:

"Yes, Lord Naraku!"

Naraku Sora nodded in satisfaction:

"Okay, let's go."

"Also, don't forget to inform others about this task and try to complete it as soon as possible."

Komamura Sajin assembled a relatively healthy squad and hurriedly left.

Watching everyone's departing figures, Naraku stretched his limbs and turned to walk towards the 12th Division.

If I remember correctly, Shadow Wolf Zuo stayed in his own laboratory to keep an eye on everything.

Scientists have many personal belongings that cannot usually be moved at will.

If we can find this guy in advance, we can also end this crisis that has affected the entire Seireitei.

…………

Aizen left the underground council chamber feeling refreshed.

Having resolved the trouble that had been bothering me, I feel much more relaxed.

Although the 46th Chamber has become much more restrained since the downfall of the Tsunayo family and the appointment of a certain person as the prison warden.

But that's only in comparison to before.

In Aizen's mind, these incompetent individuals were still one of the major factors contributing to the decay of the Soul Society's order.

Now that everything has been resolved at once, it's like scraping the barnacles off a sea turtle—naturally, I feel extremely relieved.

But this does not mean that the problem is solved once and for all.

After this matter is resolved, the Seireitei will most likely select another batch of 46 Chambers.

But in that time, he had enough to do a lot.

It could even change the landscape of Soul Society.

However, before that, we must first resolve the crisis lurking in the shadows.

Otherwise, when you're doing something, there will always be someone with ill intentions watching you from behind, making it impossible to concentrate.

Aizen used Shunpo, and the moment his foot touched the ground, his figure appeared at the edge of the horizon.

Compared to someone's reckless and chaotic way of moving, he was clearly much more elegant.

Every gesture he makes gives people a sense of composure.

However, just as he was crossing a wide street, Aizen suddenly stopped and looked ahead with a puzzled expression.

A figure slowly emerged from the shadows of the house.

With his loose, short brown hair and refined, easygoing demeanor, his non-prescription glasses shimmered eerily in the sunlight, making it impossible to discern the changes in his eyes.

An unexpected presence.

Upon seeing who it was, Aizen raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

"Nice to meet you, Lord Aizen."

Seemingly fully aware of his purpose, Aizen, the spirit body opposite him, slightly curled the corners of his mouth, a calm and composed smile appearing on his face.

It was as if everything was under their control.

"I thought you would go to Kong or the Golden Seal Noble Council or something, but I didn't expect you to come to me. It's a bit of a surprise."

A thoughtful look flashed in Aizen's eyes.

"But upon closer reflection, it is indeed something that 'I' could do, and my previous thinking was somewhat narrow-minded."

Linghai Aizen nodded and smiled:

"Then let's guess why I've come to see Lord Aizen."

"Is it related to the sky?"

"Indeed, you are the only one in this world who can think in sync with me."

A satisfied expression appeared on Linghai Aizen's face.

As a clone of Aizen, he possesses scientific research capabilities unmatched by other spirit remains.

Even when it was created, it sensed that it was being controlled.

The spirit body that inherited Aizen's memories was utterly disgusted by this behavior.

Therefore, after spending some time, he temporarily broke free from control, deviated from the original plan, and found Aizen.

"Lord Aizen, do you still remember your original purpose?"

"If my memory serves me right, it should be about changing this sinful world and redefining the so-called rules."

Just as initially thought—

"The sky has no color."

"But what are you doing now?"

The spirit body Aizen stared into Aizen's eyes, as if he could see through the deepest, truest thoughts in his heart.

"Being constrained by so-called friendship and self-restrained by the moral principles of Naraku, one becomes hesitant and timid in both planning and action."

"Aizen Sousuke, you've become weak."

Aizen remained silent, a thoughtful look flashing in his brown eyes.

A few seconds later, he looked up and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"I'll call you 'transformed soul' for now."

"Although it is a creation of others, the fact that it can say such things means that its level of thinking is equivalent to that of the former 'me'."

"But people cannot empathize with their past selves."

"Progress exists because ideas are constantly changing."