Starting Marvel with a Zanpakuto

Starting Marvel with a Zanpakuto Chapter 19

It has been seventy hours since Frank entered Abyss of Despair.

Period.

Frank tried to climb up countless times, even biting the protrusions on the rock wall with his own teeth, just to replace his hands and let him climb a little more!

But even so, Frank's best record was only two or three meters that's all climbed up, and the price was a good tooth.

"The time...is coming."

Lorde said silently in his heart: "Frank...don't force me to kill myself. You."

Abyss of Despair.

Frank weakly lay on the ground, with a hint of bitterness on his face.

He was careless.

I thought, as Lorde said, it was easy to find the power hidden in the depths of your soul.

But after dozens of hours and countless attempts, Frank was almost desperate, and even had a little doubt that Lorde was lying to him!

Where is the power hidden in the depths of the soul?

In this quiet and claustrophobic darkness, Frank has called countless times, prayed countless times, and even begged...but no answer!

Only the chain has shortened due to erosion, and now only the short section on the chest remains.

Soul's pain and inner despair all herald his end, and it will disappear like this chain!

But Frank wasn't reconciled.

Consciousness gradually dimmed, and Frank felt as if he had a dream.

In the dream, there are his family members and the souls who died under his hands. These pictures switch back and forth like a marquee.

Tick...tick...

Frank opened his eyes and found himself lying in the rubble.

It was raining heavily on the gray sky.

The raindrops fell on his body, cold and biting, Frank slowly got up, his eyes were a little confused: "Where is this...?"

"This is Your inner world."

A man in a white trench coat appeared, similar to Frank has several points of.

"Who are you...?"

Frank was alert, his muscles tense and ready to fight back.

"Poor...sad..."

white clothed Frank said coldly: "How many times do you have to call me before you can hear my name? What?"

Frank's eyes turned cold: "I've never seen you before, who are you? Why do you look the same as me?"

"Have you seen it yet? ?"

white clothed Frank sneered, with disdain on his face: "I am you...Frank!"

"You are me?"

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The flash of intuition flashed in Frank's mind, and suddenly thought of what Lorde said before, subconsciously: "You are what Lorde said, that power hidden in my soul?"

" So to speak."

white clothed Frank indifferently said: "But to be precise, it should be your Shinigami Power."

"Great!"

Frank eyes shined: "Hurry up and give me strength, or I will become a monster!"

"Give you strength?"

hearing this, white clothed Frank's eyes were slightly cold, "Frank, you may have made a mistake."

"What do you mean?"

Frank brows slightly wrinkle, puzzled: "Did you Isn't it my power?"

"Tell me, what do you want?"

white clothed Frank coldly said.

"I..."

Frank was stunned, not knowing how to answer this question for a while.

Yeah...what do I want?

He had never thought of this before, but with anger to take revenge,

to destroy all evil!

But when white clothed Frank asked, Frank suddenly didn't know how to answer the question.

"Frank..."

white clothed Frank indifferently said: "Remember how many lives fell under your gun?

A hundred, two hundred?

A thousand, two thousand?

What are you after?

Vengeance?

Or justice?

Or just venting anger?

Tell me...Frank!

Are you an Avenger now? , or a Punisher?"

Frank clenched his fists, veins appeared on forehead: "Does it make any difference?"

"There is a difference..."

white clothed Frank's eyes were deep: "I need to know your answer, tell me your truest answer, Frank!"

Frank was silent.

As white clothed Frank said, most of the time, I have no idea.

Is he an Avenger engulfed by rage, or a Punisher doing justice?

Frank bowed his head, his eyes filled with loneliness, and muttered to himself:

"I used to despair...

I too Once lost...

Whenever I think back to the day when the bullet of sin pierced their chests, my anger can't be contained, almost eating my sanity!

I know very well...

As long as there is also interest in this world, then the evil will be forever eliminated, this is a helpless and never-ending war!

Anger is my bullet!

Hate is my blood!

And justice...is my belief!

Since law and order cannot be judged, let me be the Punisher to uphold that ridiculous and pale justice!

using violence to curb violence, blood repaid with blood!

This isn't revenge...it's Penalty!

Sinners, be punished!"

Frank's eyes were red, almost roaring, and the invisible spiritual power was shaking , set off a soaring tornado!

"Remember your beliefs at this moment..."

white clothed Frank showed a smile, with a hint of relief, and a hint of pity:

"Call...Frank!"

"Call...my name!"

...

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bang! ! !

A blazing meteor shot straight into the sky from the bottom of the crater, and then quickly fell to the ground!

"oh?"

Lorde raised his eyebrows lightly and said with a smile: "Looks like you succeeded, Frank."

The man in a black trench coat Frank, with a huge white skull printed on his back, holds his own Zanpakutō!

Different from Lorde's Zanpakutō, Frank's Zanpakutō, the style is a standard western knight sword.

This sword has no gorgeous appearance or gorgeous decoration. It is a sword that is so ordinary and simple that it is easy to be overlooked!

"This sword..."

Lorde looked a little surprised at the knight sword.

Zanpakutō is the embodiment of his soul, in other words style, appearance, and abilities are all related to the individual's soul.

But Frank's Zanpakutō turned out to be an ordinary western knight sword, which was somewhat beyond Lorde's expectations.

"Thank you."

After thanking Lorde, Frank turned to look at the sword in his hand, muttered: "This...is my power?"

"Congratulations."

Lorde clapped his hands and said, "From today onwards, you are no longer Punisher Frank, but Shinigami - Frank!"

"Huh..."

Frank grinned laughed and shook his head: "I prefer Punisher to Shinigami."

"Then Lesson 3~"

Lorde pulled out a sword in the cane and pointed at Frank: "Let me see your Zanpakutō ability."

Compared to Frank Called Shinigami, he was more curious about the abilities of this seemingly ordinary sword.

"Okay!"

Frank didn't object, said with a smile: "I almost got killed by you, wouldn't it be too much for me to slash twice?"

Lorde said with a smile: "If you can do it."

"Be careful, Lorde."

Frank strokes it with a rough hand The sword body, with a heavy look in his eyes, whispered: "It's the first time I've used it, and I won't be responsible if I kill you!"

"Come on!"

Lorde's eyes narrowed slightly, and the huge spiritual pressure was instantly released, like a landslide and tsunami, rolling up gusts of wind and waves out of thin air!

Frank crossed his sword to his chest, glared angrily, let out a low growl, and read:

“justice is pale and humble, but not powerless!”

“Shikai --Pale Justice!!!"