Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

The moment the two collided, the black and red lightning twisted the space in its path, creating spiderweb-like cracks, and the terrifying impact swept outwards in all directions.

Black and red lightning and spiritual pressure transformed into a massive, intertwined pillar of light that shot straight into the sky, like a ferocious black dragon, staining the sky and obliterating the thick clouds within.

The largest temple was completely shattered by this enormous impact.

Kisuke Urahara stood by the laboratory window, staring blankly at the direction of the giant beam of light, his face filled with despair.

The previous project wasn't even finished, and this one is already right behind it.

Having such a boss is the worst luck imaginable.

Not only do they keep assigning all sorts of incredibly difficult tasks, but they also never handle team affairs.

Is it appropriate for the new Captain-Commander to hand over all the files to the Fifth Division Captain?

Even the band leader, who is known for slacking off, occasionally knows to help the vice-captain with his work.

Naraku Sora, once he became a hands-off manager, would disappear every few days.

Those who know about it have come to accept it as normal, while those who don't might think that the person has heroically sacrificed their life somewhere, dying in the line of duty.

Ugh--

All the suffering was reduced to a sigh.

Kisuke Urahara shook his head and walked into the laboratory.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi gave him a strange look, wondering what was wrong with this guy all of a sudden.

Isn't life good enough as it is now?

Whether it's research funding, cutting-edge equipment, or novel and challenging research projects, as long as it exists in the Three Realms, Lord Naraku can bring it back for you.

As a scientist, to be able to serve such a person is an incredible blessing.

You don't even know how to be grateful; that just shows your extremely low moral standards.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi shook his head and continued his research on the Zanpakuto modification project.

His Pissatsu Jizo, being a biological type Zanpakuto, can be modified. Can other biological type Zanpakuto also be modified?

For example, Komamura Sajin's divine punishment?

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In the ruins, two figures sat facing each other, looking at one another.

Naraku Sora reached out and wiped away the bone mask, which shattered like weathered metal, breaking into countless spiritual particles that scattered into the air, revealing his original face, which grinned at Yamamoto:

"Teacher, how was the blurring effect just now?"

"Were you awestruck by my power?"

Yamamoto wiped the sweat from his brow, glanced at Naraku Sora who remained completely calm, and said irritably:

"Oh, so-so."

Naraku scoffed disdainfully. The incompetent Yamamoto tried to replicate his previous sarcastic remarks to break his defenses, unaware that he had already seen through the old man's pretense.

I'm not going to listen to your old man's nonsense.

Anyway, I'm invincible!

Yamamoto: "?"

Seeing that Naraku Sora still had a smug expression, Yamamoto was furious.

The foolish apprentice doesn't play by the rules; how can he get revenge now?

Just as he was about to lash out, Naraku suddenly spoke up: "Master, if we were to fight the Quincy again, how confident are you of winning?"

Seeing his suddenly serious rebellious disciple, Yamamoto frowned and said with some displeasure:

"If Yhwach were still at the same level as he was a thousand years ago, I would be absolutely certain that I could burn him to ashes."

"As for the remaining Quincy, the two Gotei 13 squads combined should be able to handle them easily, right?"

Naraku Sora spread his hands and gestured as he asked:

"What if Yhwach is this much stronger than before?"

Yamamoto glanced sideways at the distance his disciple was gesturing with his hands apart, unable to immediately gauge just how much stronger Yhwach had become.

"Did the Quincy we captured earlier reveal more information about Yhwach?"

"No, Cheruge's information is also very limited."

"Then how dare you be so sure that Yhwach is stronger than he was a thousand years ago?"

"That's what the fat monk from Squad Zero said."

Yamamoto narrowed his eyes, staring intently at Naraku Sora in front of him.

His intuition told him that the traitor in front of him was exhaling through his mouth.

Unfortunately, there was no evidence.

"We'll deal with whatever comes our way. That kid Kyoraku can't find the location of the Invisible Empire anyway. What can we do now besides wait?"

Yamamoto's expression returned to calm.

Naraku Sora grinned: "That's precisely why we need to prepare early."

"Teacher, you see, if a war really breaks out, as the captain, you'll definitely be at the forefront, right?"

"Soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals."

"Your opponent will definitely be Yhwach."

"So what if that old man becomes even stronger than before? Wouldn't I be sending a black-haired man to a bald one?"

Upon hearing this, Yamamoto glared at his traitorous disciple with annoyance.

This brat is already strong enough to take down a captain with a single strike, yet he still wants me to be on the front lines. He has absolutely no filial piety.

But when that time actually comes, he can't just sit in the back and watch the show.

As the captain, if I don't set a good example, it will seriously affect morale.

Does this mean I'm going to hand over the position of Captain-Commander?

Yamamoto glanced at the composed Naraku Sora, lost in thought.

Although the foolish apprentice was a bit muddle-headed, he was tough and resilient, and had a good overall perspective.

He is the most suitable candidate.

Most importantly, they won't be led by the nose by those nobles and the Forty-Six Chambers.

People like Kyoraku and Ukitake might also be affected by complex relationships.

But this kid doesn't care about this or that. If you really piss him off, he might even dare to stab you, like the Spirit King.

Yamamoto's expression turned somewhat subtle as he recalled the epic fight between Naraku Sora and Hyosube Ichibei.

"Then what do you suggest we do?"

Naraku grinned. "As the saying goes, even a wrecked ship has three thousand nails."

"Teacher, it's just a bit old. We can mend it, add a few planks, and maybe even make it better."

Upon hearing this, Yamamoto frowned.

His intuition told him that what this kid was about to say might push his psychological limits.

Naraku Sorami Yamamoto did not refute, but chuckled and continued:

"Teacher, would you like to try blurring the image too?"

Chapter 329 Welcome to My Territory

Admittedly, when he heard Naraku Sora's words, for a moment, Yamamoto subconsciously imagined himself in a Hollowfied state.

To be honest, it is quite tempting.

But he quickly put the idea out of his mind.

He has held the title of the strongest Shinigami in Soul Society for a thousand years, and is considered a symbol of this era, bearing the last glory of the Shinigami.

How could someone who exists in this way abandon the final honor of death?

As remnants of the old era, they naturally held onto their own principles and pride.

To become stronger, one must diligently cultivate oneself and bet everything on it.

By relying on the power of the Hollow, he can no longer be called a Grim Reaper.

Thinking this, Yamamoto's expression hardened again, and he was about to speak when Naraku Sora suddenly interrupted him:

"Teacher, you'd better think carefully before you answer."

"If one were to cast aside loyalty to one's subordinates, former teammates, and even the entire Soul Society for the sake of a mere bit of so-called honor..."

"That's no different from Yhwach."

Upon hearing this, Yamamoto's breath hitched.

The words that were on the tip of my tongue just wouldn't come out.

Naraku grinned, squatted by the stove, fiddling with the Punisher, and at the same time, took out Yamamoto's Ryujin Jakka.

One is a roasted sweet potato, and the other is brewed tea.

It's no wonder it's the strongest fire-type Zanpakuto; it truly has a unique advantage when it comes to brewing tea.

The moment you grip the hilt of the knife, you can clearly sense the terrifying power it contains, as if it could destroy the world.

Perhaps because it was frequently slashed, Ryujin Jakka was very familiar with Naraku Sora's aura. With Yamamoto's tacit approval, it was still acceptable to use it to brew tea or something.

Naraku Sora hummed an unknown tune, letting the aroma of tea mingle with the sweetness of sweet potatoes, filling the courtyard.

Yamamoto, standing next to him, looked conflicted, seemingly caught in a dilemma.

Having studied under Yamamoto for so long, Naraku Sora is undoubtedly the person who understands this old man best in the world.

He used to be a sword demon who would use any means to defeat the enemy in order to win, and even regarded his subordinates as dust.