Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

He held this female scientist, who was a homebody and had a passion for scientific research, in high regard.

But in order to increase the chances of winning, there are some things that must be done.

However, Kiryuki seemed quite calm after learning about Naraku Sora's purpose.

"Fighting is just too inelegant."

"Lord Naraku, I have a suggestion: why not bring the fighting and killing to the dinner table?"

"how?"

Upon hearing this, Naraku's eyes lit up: "Rice? That sounds interesting."

As he grew increasingly obese and his figure became out of shape, Kiryuki waved his hand:

"The dishes I make may be a little different from what you expect."

"You should know that I created a technology called 'Temporary Soul,' which granted me the qualification to be promoted to the Zero Division,"

"The essence of this technique lies in the ability to infuse spiritual pressure into food, thereby enhancing the spiritual pressure of the eater."

"Of course, there is a limit to the amount of spiritual pressure amplification that each Shinigami can withstand. It only has a miraculous effect when consumed for the first time. After that, it can only restore the spiritual pressure consumed."

Naraku Sora took a breath and said in a resounding voice:

"Then what are we waiting for?"

"Hurry up and bring it up!"

Kiryuu smiled, turned around and went back to the kitchen. A powerful spiritual pressure instantly erupted, filling every corner of the kitchen.

Before long, an exceptionally lavish spread was served and quickly filled the entire table.

Having completed his weight loss, Kiryuki approached the table and smiled:

"Lord Naraku, please enjoy!"

Naraku Sora sniffed, the rich fragrance filling her nostrils, making her intoxicated by it.

The next second, his gaze suddenly became exceptionally sharp, and his expression became more serious than ever before.

Next up, it's time to eat!

Pick up a plate of desserts and pour them all into your mouth. The sweet but not cloying aroma explodes on your tongue, making it an ultimate delicacy.

"Not bad at all, Captain Yezhou."

"In the realm of cooking, I would call you the strongest."

"I'm glad you like it, Lord Naraku."

Kiryuki seemed to really enjoy hearing compliments on her cooking, her eyes crinkling with a smile.

Naraku Sora transforms into a ruthless rice-cooking machine, feeding each dish into her mouth.

Normally, these dishes contain extremely strong spiritual pressure. If an ordinary captain eats one or two servings, he will feel very full and will be unable to continue eating.

But who exactly is Nai Luo Kong?

After repeated improvements, spiritual pressure is no longer his weakness. Although he may not be as strong as Aizen, who has reached the ultimate evolution of spiritual pressure, he has surpassed 99% of people.

This includes Kiryuu, who was modified using the power of the Soul King.

It must be said that, in addition to the satisfying taste, even the spiritual pressure was slightly enhanced.

Rather than a battle, it was more like Kiryu Hikifune was making a contribution to Soul Society in this way.

After a satisfying meal, the routine began.

When Naraku Sora expressed his idea, Hikifune Kiryu agreed without hesitation, and the two happily headed to the residential area of ​​the Spirit King Palace.

[Successfully suppressed the sinner Hikifune Kiryu, sin value 777, participation rate 100%!]

Your spiritual pressure has slightly increased!

You have mastered the Soul Shard Technique!

Kiryu's sin value was surprisingly low, even lower than that of an ordinary Shinigami captain.

However, considering that she is an orderly researcher, it makes sense.

The Soul-Binding Technique is of little use to Naraku.

However, once we return to Soul Society, I can share it with my adopted son and perhaps have a few dark dishes that are enough to destroy the soul.

He's not good at cooking.

However, injecting spiritual pressure into cooking is a very simple operation.

……

……

Naraku Sora's expression turned extremely serious as he left the Wotun Palace, for he was about to face a lifelong enemy and had to be on his guard.

The style of the wicked woman's Zero Palace is just as peculiar as her laboratory in Soul Society. Various colored fabrics hang from the dark roof, dyeing the empty palace with vibrant colors.

It's like a large dye house.

Shutara Senjumaru sat atop the crowd, his slender fingers supporting his chin, a smile playing on his lips as he watched the young man walk in with satisfaction.

Yes, it's been a long time since I first met this kid.

For humans in this world, it is a long life.

Naraku walked step by step up the platform, scrutinizing the wicked woman before him.

With delicate features, snow-white skin, and a touch of bright red on her lips, she possessed a unique charm.

Looking at the tall, imposing figure before him, Senjumaru narrowed his eyes slightly, a smile of admiration appearing on his face.

"Sora, compared to when we first met, you've become a mature adult."

How does it feel to be an adult?

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden prosthetic limb behind Senjumaru unfolded like a flower, with countless threads intertwining and weaving, gradually taking shape under the guidance of the sewing needle, outlining the contours of the chair.

The next second, a seemingly flawless chair was placed opposite.

Naraku Sora sat down calmly.

Although Yamamoto was his nominal teacher, the wicked woman also taught him a lot and could be considered his guide on the path to becoming a formal Shinigami.

Therefore, I feel exceptionally relaxed when I'm with her.

Despite being persecuted from time to time.

This woman seems to really enjoy seeing others in a sorry state.

"It's alright."

Naraku Sora grinned. "Life in Soul Society is definitely more exciting than here."

"After leaving the Spirit King Palace last time, I did experience a lot of things."

"For example, he defeated Barragan, the previous king of Hueco Mundo, and successfully unified Hueco Mundo; for example, the Hell Chaos, with countless scum invading Soul Society."

"For example, the Ryudoji family's conspiracy, attempting to destroy Soul Society with Kagetani's power; the Reikai Chaos, replicating Captain Shinigami's rampage..."

Naraku Sora counted on his fingers, and there were quite a few disasters that could destroy the Soul Society.

And this doesn't even include Yhwach, who is about to launch the ultimate war.

"That sounds like a very interesting question."

Senjumaru raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The crisp sound spread out, dispelling the sounds of fabric turning, the spinning of the loom, the movement of air, and all other insignificant noises.

Let everything return to silence.

Only their even breathing remained. After doing all this, Senjumaru rested his chin on his hand, a look of anticipation flashing in his eyes:

"Could you please have a proper talk with me?"

Naraku Sora's expression froze for a moment.

This scene reminded him of the time he returned from his first mission and saw the wicked woman quietly waiting in the living room.

Although it was somewhat distant, it was exceptionally clear.

After a brief silence, a deep voice echoed in the empty space.

The occasional supportive banter made Naraku Sora feel increasingly uneasy, as if he were being manipulated by a wicked woman.

After a long while, the story ended, and the vast palace fell silent once more.

Senjumaru sighed softly, seemingly reflecting on Naraku Sora's experiences over the years.

While his contemporaries were still fighting for the position of Seat Officer, he had already begun to shoulder the heavy responsibility of saving Soul Society.

"You've worked hard, silly boy."

Senjumaru stroked Naraku Sora's hair with satisfaction and said gently, "Do you still remember the reward we promised? How about we pay it off now as a reward for all these years of hard work?"

"What reward?" Naraku asked blankly.

Just then, a pair of cool, slender hands cupped his cheeks.

The next second, a soft touch covered his lips, warm and gentle, so intoxicating that he lost himself in it...

Chapter 383 Take Responsibility for Your Future

"Kong, are you satisfied with this reward?"

Senjumaru whispered in her ear, "If you feel it's not enough, hmm..."

As she spoke, she slowly raised her head, tucked a lock of hair that had fallen down her temple behind her ear, and looked down at Naraku Sora's surprised and delighted face with amusement.

"Hmph, a mere reward has been dragged on for so many years, that last bit wouldn't even cover the interest!"

Naraku Sora smirked maliciously. Back when he was frequently persecuted, he had already been thinking about how to deal with this despicable woman.

Now that the opportunity has presented itself, how could it be so easily let go?

Now, there are only the two of them inside the Zero Palace. No matter how much the wicked woman screams, no one will come to her rescue.