Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Otherwise, what is this suffocating sense of oppression?

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Silently, the prison gates opened, and the black chains binding Adjuchas fell away without a sound, along with the demonic seal beneath them.

Upon regaining its freedom, Adjuchas did not immediately come out. Instead, it stared warily at the boy outside the prison, suspecting that he might be up to some trick.

Just like that woman before, she would cut flesh and bleed them out at the drop of a hat.

The two stared at each other, as if they were having a test of patience.

However, the instinctive desire for freedom ultimately overcame the inner worries, and the Adjuchas, freed from its confinement, suddenly moved, its violent spiritual pressure filling the vast prison.

The jailers were sweating profusely, their tense bodies trembling slightly.

The absolute difference in spiritual pressure meant they had no confidence to face the Hollows head-on.

If Naraku Sora hadn't been standing there, sharing most of the burden with them, some of them would probably have been lying on the ground by now.

Just as Adjuchas was about to burst out of the prison, Naraku's voice rang in his ears once more:

Do you know what hope is?

"Go away!"

A furious roar echoed through the prison. The Hollow's face was contorted with rage, his crimson eyes blazing with fury. Without hesitation, he swung his massive hand out with a devastating blow.

Then, it all came to nothing.

A hint of confusion flashed across Adjuchas's fierce face, but the next moment his eyes widened as he felt a sluggishness and numbness in his lower back.

Immediately following, an intense, tearing pain spread from my waist, instantly engulfing my entire body.

He looked down in surprise.

That repulsive face was already inches away, and a fist carrying spiritual pressure slammed down towards its unsuspecting waist.

next moment.

The enormous body suddenly bent under the burst of power, then swept over the heads of the crowd like a meteorite, crashing heavily against the prison wall and almost breaking the entire section of the wall in half.

Immediately afterwards, Adjuchas crawled out from the crack in the wall, his hunched body bursting forth with surging spiritual pressure, like a floodgate being opened.

The atmosphere inside the prison, and indeed the entire space, was vibrating, roaring, and echoing.

It seemed as if it was about to collapse under this intense pressure.

A ferocious and violent expression appeared in Adjuchas's crimson eyes. At this moment, Adjuchas finally understood why the other party had set it free.

It turns out that he wanted to test his own growth by fighting against it.

What a despicable idea!

I will never let you have your way. Using me as a whetstone is the biggest mistake you've ever made.

Adjuchas was brimming with confidence, ignoring the fleeting fervor in Naraku's eyes and the terrifying aura he had just witnessed in the prison.

It pounced on the boy standing at the end of the corridor.

In response, Naraku Sora raised his right hand, his five fingers clenched together, his muscles and bones shifting, as if a hard block of iron was being rubbed together forcefully.

A scorching heat surged forth.

Naraku Sora stood still, twisted his waist, and suddenly threw out a fist as hard as iron.

One bone!

In an instant, a deafening roar erupted.

A terrifying, suffocating power was poured into the enormous body of the Great Hollow.

As if struck head-on by a high-speed train, the sound of shattering spread from my chest and instantly resounded throughout my entire body.

Adjuchas fell heavily to the ground, his gaze towards Narakuko now filled with terror.

Is this kid really the Grim Reaper?!

After taking care of one, Naraku turned his gaze to the prison, staring at the remaining Adjuchas, and revealed an expectant smile.

"Your turn..."

Inside the prison, Adjuchas trembled, his massive body curled up in a ball, his eyes no longer showing any desire for freedom, but only a deep longing for life.

Freedom is precious, but life is more valuable.

Its fellow inmates, who were in similar condition, were all knocked down with a single punch, so how much better could it be?

With such vivid examples already presented, it would be impolite to even think about escaping from prison.

Seeing that the other party was stubbornly refusing to cooperate, Nairo had no choice but to humble himself and step into the prison to talk to the Adjuchas about the meaning of hope.

As the demonic figure drew ever closer, a desperate cry echoed hysterically throughout the prison:

"Don't come any closer!"

Chapter 64 Naraku, You've Been Exposed

"Moshi moshi, is anyone home?"

After greeting the Grim Reaper guarding the prison entrance, the figure clad in a pink floral haori successfully entered the first level of the underground prison.

To Kyoraku Shunsui's surprise, the corridor in front of him was empty, and the air was filled with a thick, oppressive, and chaotic spiritual pressure, as if a very serious incident had occurred.

Kyoraku Shunsui's expression immediately turned serious. He meticulously analyzed the chaotic spiritual pressure and quickly determined its source.

Without daring to delay, they immediately unleashed an astonishing speed and headed there.

However, when he finally reached the deepest part, what came into view was a completely unexpected scene.

The prison guards lined up and blocked the outside of a certain cell.

His neck was stretched out, his eyes were wide open, his face was flushed, and his expression was extremely excited, as if he were watching some forbidden scene.

Painful sounds could be heard from inside from time to time.

Kyoraku Shunsui stroked his chin, thought for a moment, and then stepped forward to pat one of them on the shoulder.

What are you looking at?

"Kyo, the band leader of the Kyoto band..."

The jailer, Death, recognized Kyoraku Shunsui at a glance, mainly because his signature pink haori was too eye-catching; there were very few people in the entire Seireitei who would wear it.

"Well, you should see for yourself."

Kyoraku Shunsui curiously stepped forward, only to be met with a scene unsuitable for children.

Inside the prison, Adjuchas, exuding a powerful spiritual pressure, was incredibly tyrannical. He opened his blood-red maw and let out a deafening roar.

He was trying to bolster his courage in this way.

On the other side, the harmless-looking boy smiled kindly, stretched his arms, and stepped forward, wanting to make this ferocious creature understand what hope is.

next moment.

Adjuchas's massive body suddenly blurred, forming an exaggerated afterimage even in the relatively small prison.

It wasn't a spinning top, but rather an extreme speed achieved through one's own talent.

A hint of extreme savagery flashed in its crimson pupils; it had been feigning weakness to create the perfect opportunity.

Death itself is nothing more than a weak individual.

If I can land just one hit, this battle can be over.

Speedy Adjuchas seemed to see freedom beckoning to it.

The terrifying figure that instantly crossed the prison cell suddenly approached, and an enormous fist, as heavy as a hammer, descended upon Naraku, giving him no chance to dodge.

But at the same time, it also has no meaning.

In the split second before the fist landed, Naraku Sora instinctively raised his arm to block the impact.

Although he is far slower than this Adjuchas, he can still make simple predictions.

After all, the opponents we practiced with were all incredibly formidable.

Putting everything else aside, the speed of that white-bearded, bald old man alone was beyond his ability to react.

However, after being beaten countless times, Naraku Sora has developed a powerful ability to predict the opponent's attack position based on instinct.

Although he would still be mercilessly beaten by Yamamoto, he was somewhat useful against some relatively weaker opponents.

boom--

The ground sank, and countless spiderweb-like cracks expanded instantly. Only the boy's figure stood straight, like a pillar supporting the sky, absorbing almost all of the impact.

In an instant, another of Naraku's fists pierced through the air, carrying a wave of heat, and slammed into Adjuchas's chest without wavering.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of shattering echoed throughout the prison, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

That was the crisp sound of bones breaking!

Under the heavy punch, Adjuchas's body hunched over, almost instantly crushed by the terrifying power contained in that punch, and his vision went black.

Only now did it understand why the previous Adjuchas had been defeated so quickly.

Is this kid really the Grim Reaper?

In terms of performance alone, it is even better than Adjuchas.

Which Shinigami could withstand a full-force attack from a Hollow without sustaining any damage?

And then there's that terrifying power that completely surpasses the Great Void.

Did this kid take off the white haori he was supposed to be wearing before he was beating them up?

Unwilling to accept defeat, the speedy Adjuchas forcibly activated high-speed regeneration to heal the broken bones in his chest cavity, hoping to find an opportunity to turn the tide.

Then they were beaten even worse.

While fighting, he continued to explain what hope was, frantically expounding his fallacies and heresies, making it realize its own mistakes.

A fierce and violent energy spread throughout the prison, like an underwater volcano boiling and erupting, engulfing everything within its walls.

In everyone's eyes, only two figures were fighting each other, stirring up their blood and making them boil.