Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

But it seems that Hirako Shinji only had an extra set of samurai armor.

Not only did it not become uglier, it actually enhanced its sophistication.

If that's all there is to it, it seems acceptable.

Naraku Kuro grinned, stretched his arms, shifted his muscles and bones, and with a loud bang, a powerful spiritual pressure was released onto his body, a terrifying pressure as if the sky were collapsing.

A deliberate, deliberate punch!

boom!!

As if struck by incredible luck, Hirako Shinji's chest caved in, and he streaked across the instruments and equipment like a meteor before crashing heavily into the wall.

"Roar--"

Even with his body contorted and bone fragments piercing his joints and flesh, Hirako Shinji still displayed a fierce fighting spirit.

It was as if they wouldn't stop until everyone present was killed.

Naraku Sora activated his Reiken and instantly appeared in front of Hirako Shinji, then delivered a solid punch.

The world finally quieted down.

Looking at Captain Hirako, whose fate was unknown, Aizen sighed.

This guy seems to have gotten stronger again.

I didn't feel much when I fought Yamamoto in Hueco Mundo before, but now that we're in close proximity, the weight of his spiritual pressure is exceptionally clear.

If this trend continues, my only advantage probably won't last much longer.

Just as Aizen was feeling sentimental, Naraku Sora looked at Hirako Shinji, who was lying unconscious on the ground, and a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.

Then, a cluster of spiritual flames ignited at his fingertips.

With a flick of his finger, it landed precisely on that head of waist-length golden hair.

While unconscious, Hirako Shinji's brow was furrowed, and he was drenched in sweat, as if he were experiencing some unimaginable nightmare...

Chapter 346 You must stand up for me!

Hirako Shinji slept in great pain, feeling as if he had been thrown into a stone mill and repeatedly crushed into mincemeat.

Meanwhile, Naruto chuckled incoherently to himself, while Aizen stood by, watching and uttering nonsense like, "Captain, I'm doing this for your own good."

The intense pain nearly drove Hirako Shinji to a mental breakdown, but a voice inside him told him that he must persevere and strive to live.

When I meet Captain-Commander Yamamoto one day, I will recount all the crimes committed by Naraku Sora and Aizen Sosuke and punish them properly.

Let's try to get each of them executed!

With this unwavering determination, Hirako Shinji endured pain that most people could hardly bear.

He opened his eyes, his features contorted.

What came into view, however, was an extremely ugly face.

Naraku Sorami had regained consciousness and grinned:

"Captain Hirako, you're awake."

"The surgery was a success, and you are now a girl."

"?"

Hirako Shinji's pupils contracted sharply, and he could no longer remain calm, instantly panicking.

These two have committed countless crimes. Not only did they collaborate with the Arrancar in Hueco Mundo, but they also illegally captured Captain-level Shinigami to use as material for their stories.

Compared to all of this, turning him into Hirako Maki is nothing.

Ignoring his anger at Naraku's evil deeds, Hirako Shinji hurriedly got up, turned around, pulled open his hospital gown, and glanced down.

call--

It's still there, that's wonderful.

Relieved, Hirako Shinji finally snapped out of his panic and turned to glare fiercely at someone.

"Damn it, what did you guys do to me?"

Naraku Sora raised the corners of his mouth: "Why don't you experience it for yourself and see?"

Upon hearing this, Hirako Shinji frowned and subconsciously fell into deep thought.

If I remember correctly, in the last second before losing consciousness, Aizen seemed to have shot him with something, and then his own power began to swell.

Physical modification?

Or is it a forbidden experiment targeting the soul?

Shinji Hirako tried to activate his spiritual pressure, and something inside his body seemed to be eager to try, making his spiritual pressure more active than ever before.

Instinctively, he placed his hand on his face and gently tapped it.

A large amount of white chitin surged from his palm, instantly forming an armor-like mask that covered his face.

At this moment, Hirako Shinji felt his spiritual pressure rising rapidly, as if there was no limit, constantly increasing.

Since becoming the captain of the Death God team, his improvement in strength has been as slow as a tortoise crawl, and every little bit of improvement requires a lot of time and effort.

but now……

The exhilarating feeling of increased power made him immerse himself in it.

But at the same time, a barely perceptible hint of tyranny was also growing deep within him.

Hirako Shinji subconsciously looked to the side and saw a ferocious white bone mask reflected on the instrument screen not far away.

He was stunned for a moment, and the illusory figure opposite him also froze in place.

"It looks like the blurring surgery was perfect."

Not far away, Aizen walked slowly over, admiring the panic that flashed in Hirako Shinji's eyes.

"Etherealization..."

A flicker of panic crossed Hirako Shinji's face beneath his mask: "Aizen, what is that?"

Faced with the questioning, Aizen showed no displeasure and explained with a smile:

"A way to break through the shackles and gain power by injecting the power of 'Hollow' into the soul of the Shinigami."

"In short, Captain, you have now mastered the power of the Hollow."

Hirako Shinji's pupils contracted.

Despite being mentally prepared, I still couldn't help but feel my heart skip a beat and panic when I heard the detailed explanation.

Enhancing one's power is certainly a good thing, but if it comes at the cost of becoming a monster that is half-death god and half-void, then things are not so good.

Although all 46 members of the Chamber are now dead, they will be re-selected sooner or later.

If the new 46 members were to discover that they possessed the power of Hollows, they would surely be executed as Hollows.

That damned Aizen! How dare he do such a thing to his own colleague!

A heavy, golden spiritual pressure began to emanate unconsciously, causing the ground beneath his feet to creak under its weight, and visible air currents swirled around Hirako Shinji's body.

A pair of golden eyes locked onto the figure in front of them.

Has the blurring effect worsened?

Aizen calmly analyzed, "It seems that excitement will accelerate the Shinigami's acceptance of the Hollowfication state."

I'll kill you!

Feeling his own power swell, Hirako Shinji's confidence also swelled several times over. He drew his sword and prepared to deliver a vicious blow to the sarcastic fellow in front of him.

However, the moment he took his right step, a terrifying spiritual pressure erupted from Aizen's body.

boom!!

Before Hirako Shinji could even react, he was slammed to the ground once again by the suffocating pressure.

Instinctively, he unleashed even more spiritual pressure, attempting to resist Aizen.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the spiritual pressure falling on him was like a high mountain, which could not be shaken at all.

Hirako Shinji's eyes were filled with astonishment.

Before undergoing the Hollowfication surgery, he could not withstand Aizen's spiritual pressure, and even after Hollowfication, he still could not withstand it.

What about the suffering I endured before?

Just how strong is this bastard?

Is it painful? Is it hopeless?

A faint, ethereal voice rang in Hirako Shinji's ears.

"Do you want Sousuke to pay the price?"

"Come, accept my power, and let us take revenge on this world!"

After saying these words, Naraku retreated to the side, concealing his merits and fame.

Hirako Shinji's gaze gradually hardened, and he tightened his grip on his Zanpakuto with his right hand, causing his knuckles to turn white and bone to emerge from his pores.

It silently covered the palm and was still surging towards other parts of the body.

Hirako Shinji could clearly sense the "emptiness" power within his body, which was constantly rising, and an indescribable sense of exhilaration arose from the bottom of his heart.

His arm twisted irregularly, as if it were a towel being wrung out, and the sound of bones cracking could be heard incessantly.

Following the call of his heart, Hirako Shinji let out an angry roar:

"Reversed Madness, Reversed Eight Treasures!"

His spiritual pressure suddenly collapsed like mud, and his body twisted in ways that defied the limits of human endurance, as if piecing together a Rubik's Cube.

The next second, Shinji Hirako broke free from Aizen's spiritual pressure and transformed into a samurai clad in white bone armor, standing tall on the collapsing earth.

A viscous, liquid-like spiritual pressure trembled continuously around it.

The dramatic change drew the attention of everyone in the room.