You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

……

The battle ended quickly, so briefly that it felt unreal. For example, Gazef, who witnessed everything, couldn't believe that those corpses with broken bones, pierced hearts, or smashed skulls were, just ten seconds ago, at least third-tier magic casters.

"What..."

Gerdov's throat tightened, but he couldn't think of a way to describe it. This was no longer a matter of the difference in strength!

"Mr. Sebastian... no, what martial art did Lord Sebastian use?"

"Martial arts? I didn't use any skills, I just beat these people with my fists... Does something so simple really need magic?"

"This……"

"Hehe, there's no need to make that face. The outcome of a battle often depends on a single moment. I'm just a few points stronger and a few points faster than them."

Sebastian made a very vivid gesture, "Just a tiny bit."

Gerdoff gave a wry smile. He couldn't figure out whether Sebastian was saying it on purpose or if he really thought so... That serious face didn't look like he would joke.

"To have such superb skills, yet be so humble and polite... it's truly ashamed of oneself."

Gazef grabbed Sebastian's outstretched hand and stood up. After thanking the dragon butler, he composed himself and looked at Iori, clearly understanding who he should really thank.

"I don't know how to express my gratitude,"

Gazef approached Iori and bowed deeply. “I had clearly offended you before, but I never expected to be rescued by you in the end. Your magnanimity is truly admirable!”

"Don't get me wrong, I was just passing by. They were the ones who provoked me."

Iori shook her head: "Besides, I didn't do anything. I just used a little too much force when I was defending myself."

"a little?"

Gazef gave a wry smile. Although it sounded like he was deliberately showing off, as someone who had experienced it firsthand, he subconsciously felt that it was the truth... because that was the reality. With just a little effort, Iori could wipe out the Slane Theocracy's most elite punitive force!

I don't know if anyone would believe me if I told them this.

Of course, it wouldn't be accurate to say they were all wiped out.

Sebastian did not kill all the members of the Sun Scripture. A few lucky ones were captured alive by the Powerless and will be taken back to the Great Tomb of Nazarick. After all, for the Great Tomb now, obtaining information about this world is an extremely important task.

Besides being Iori's bodyguard, Sebastian also received the task of gathering intelligence from Grand Steward Albedo. Now that he's brought back a few survivors, the rest will be simple, because the Great Tomb of Nazarick has plenty of ways to get people to talk.

Magic, torture, drugs—because they are wicked people who wantonly kill innocent people, there is no need for any pity, nor is there any need to worry about angering Iori. Just go ahead and interrogate them.

Even the most fervent fanatics could not withstand the "interrogation" of the Great Tomb!

In this way, there is no need for guardians or other NPCs to personally investigate intelligence. The understanding of this world is all there at once, which saves a lot of effort.

"Although I would love to repay you properly, as you can see... I no longer have the strength to do anything."

Although Gerdov survived, he was seriously injured. If he does not receive timely treatment, he may die from weakness and worsening injuries.

He now needs to retrieve his frightened warhorse and then hurry into the city to find a healer.

The surviving captain turned around, his eyes filled with sorrow as he looked at his fallen men, and whispered, "I'm sorry... just bear with it a little longer, I will definitely come back to welcome you and take you home!"

"No need to bother."

Iori snapped her fingers, and a dark portal instantly opened in the void. A magic-sealing crystal fell out of the darkness, very similar to the one in Negan's hand, but its golden ratio cut and clear, impurity-free transparency gave it a more precious feel.

"They've only just died; their souls haven't yet dissipated—do you remember what I said?"

Having said that, Iori tossed up the sealing crystal, releasing a dazzling bluish-white light that faintly outlined a humanoid silhouette with countless wings of light in the sky before vanishing in a blinding flash of white light.

hum! ! !

As if time had been reversed, the wounds on the fallen soldiers healed rapidly, and the bloodstains were wiped away by an invisible force. In just a few seconds, apart from the holes in their armor and clothes, there was no trace of the battle left.

"Uh, uh..."

"What am I?"

"...It hurts...Huh? It doesn't hurt?"

Seeing his subordinates awaken one after another, the warrior captain took a deep breath, his face filled with unparalleled shock. This was the first time he had ever witnessed such a large-scale resurrection spell!

Is this something that humans can do?

Gerdoff quickly turned around to ask Iori something, but in the blink of an eye, the mysterious man who had saved him in his despair and resurrected all his men had vanished into thin air!

Whether it was Iori or Sebastian, they appeared without warning and left without disturbing anyone. Only a gentle breeze carried a message into Gazef's ears.

"Do you remember? The soul is under the control of Death..."

Unfortunately, it seems I need to find a new apostle.

Gerdov looked around but couldn't see Iori anywhere. He recalled everything that had happened since they met, as well as her unparalleled divine power... Scenes that only appeared in mythology began to surface in his mind.

Could it be that... it wasn't just a simple recruitment, but rather a deity descending to earth choosing its apostles?

Just like the followers chosen by the six gods... they all became famous figures, including the founder of the Slane Theocracy!

The thought that he almost had the chance to become a legendary hero made Gerdov feel lost...

His feelings were extremely complicated. He wouldn't say he regretted it, but as a soldier, he understood better than anyone that lamenting and regretting were the most useless things to do.

But to say that he is completely unconcerned and doesn't care at all... that's impossible!

"Aizen Iori... could it be that... this world is about to undergo another great change?"

The eight desire kings and the six great gods, their descent forever changed the way the world operated, bringing unimaginable turmoil to that era.

But what if a Grim Reaper of equal power were to intervene in the mortal realm...? What kind of storm would that cause?

Gerdov pursed his lips. Although he had survived the conspirators' schemes, he was not happy at all and began to worry about the future of the country.

“It’s time for a change… I didn’t want to take sides too firmly at first, hoping to bring about a gentler change to this country that has begun to decay… But now it seems that time doesn’t give me and Her Highness the princess that much time!”

……

After returning to the Great Tomb of Nazarick with the captive of the [Sunlight Codex], Sebastian led the captive away to other NPCs in charge of the matter. When he returned to the hall, he found Iori deep in thought on the throne.

"Sebastian,"

After a moment, Iori spoke, "Summon all the guardians who can attend. I am going to announce the future course of action for the Great Tomb of Nazarick."

"As ordered!"

Sebastian stepped down, and Iori opened his eyes. He first checked the "Full-Time Guidebook" and found that the mission to protect the village and repel the invaders had been completed. The reward was enough for him to level up three more times, so he nodded in satisfaction.

Although the monsters you fight aren't as powerful as the guardians, the quests in the game aren't just about difficulty. Sometimes, daily quests or puzzle mini-games give more experience points than dungeons, which adds a lot of randomness to the game.

But his racial rank is almost maxed out, and it's time for him to choose a class.

This time he changed his mind and instead of choosing swordsman or warrior, he built a class system centered around "priest"!

The clergy in the game don't need to adhere to any particular school of thought, which deviates greatly from the original meaning of "servants of the gods." They are simply a magic-based class that uses divine power.

However, this time Iori really intends to find a god to believe in:

【Supreme Shinigami Aizen Iori】!

Yes, be your own priest!

In any case, it is not uncommon for incarnations of gods or sons of gods to personally spread their faith; Iori is merely imitating the sages of the past.

Looking back, he has been a hero and a king, he has saved the world and also caused countless killings... Such a rich resume, it just lacks a bit of "god-like" glory to embellish it!

The art style CG that appears after you arrive in this world can be continuously refreshed through missionary work and good deeds...

Fortunately, there is no one in the world of "Undead Lord" who can threaten him, and there are many humanoid NPCs in the Great Tomb who are strong and intelligent enough to serve as his "Apostles". As long as he sets the rules, the people with full loyalty will not do anything out of line.

Moreover, this place already has a broad base of faith, and a vast blue ocean is waiting for him to develop!

Chapter 347 Let's play rock-paper-scissors, let's play the wild rock-paper-scissors!

【Ding! 】

[CG updated]

[Art style score +1]

……

It seems my "apostles" did a good job!

Iori sipped her wine and a faint smile played on her lips. Though it was a small change, it was enough to make anyone who saw it feel like a gentle breeze.

Shunsui and Ukitake, who were also sitting on the ground, exchanged a glance. After putting down their wine cups, they looked at Iori. The sickly-looking, handsome man with long white hair smiled and asked, "You seem to be in a good mood. Do you like my garden that much?"

"Of course, although it's not as spacious as the First Division, a garden isn't necessarily better the more open it is. Different places suit different styles. Captain Ukitake's place isn't very large, and the layout and decorations are relatively simple, but it doesn't feel shabby. On the contrary, it creates a quiet and elegant atmosphere. Compared to the First Division and my Third Division, I still prefer this place."

Ukitake happily poured Iori another cup and then placed the sake bottle back on the charcoal brazier.

It was the dead of winter, and Seireitei had just experienced a heavy snowfall. Shunsui always preferred to stay cozy in his warm house at times like this, but his secretary, Lisa, complained about him for staying home too long. So, he went to visit Ukitake to escape the noise and find some peace and quiet.

Fortunately, Ukitake was in good health these days and happily accepted Kyoraku Shunsui, who had been kicked out of the house.

His body is very sensitive to climate changes, and he has to be careful during the hottest and coldest times of summer. However, after fighting the mysterious humanoid Hollow some time ago, he has been receiving VIP services from the Fourth Division while recovering from his injuries. At this time, not only have his injuries healed, but he is also in very good condition.

Ukitake is a very refined person. He is quite active in flower viewing in spring and summer, as well as autumn foliage viewing. However, he often needs to rest in winter, so he rarely has the opportunity to enjoy the snow.

As the saying goes, sharing happiness is worse than enjoying it alone. When Chunshui came, he couldn't help but have an idea. So a few days later, he wrote a letter to an acquaintance and simply organized a gathering to invite relatives and friends to enjoy the snow and drink wine.

The location is not limited to the garden of the 13th Division, but is open to the bamboo forest behind the mountain and connected to the stream. If you stand on high ground, you can see the Seireitei covered in silver, with dark blue river water and golden brick walls and corridors in the pure white. Occasionally, there are black dots like ants moving around, which are the ordinary soldiers who have to work hard on such days.

Ukitake, who was very popular, quickly received a lot of responses, and many even asked to take time off to participate, which caused problems with the scheduling of many of Seireitei's daily work, to the point that the Captain-Commander issued a ban on taking leave without permission... which became a topic of conversation for many Shinigami.

Those who came to the 13th Division today are all "capable people" who have a good relationship with Ukitake and who can find the time to come. For example, Shunsui, Aizen and his sister, Kuchiki Sojun, Zaraki Kenpachi, and—

Ok?

It seems like a strange person has infiltrated the group.

That tall figure was quite eye-catching at the entire snow appreciation event. Unlike the crowd who had all changed into thick clothes and draped a cloak under their haori, the man with a hideous scar on his face still had his chest open even in the cold. Under his thin shihaka uniform, there were only a few bandages wrapped around his abdomen... To say that was a measure to keep warm would be too much of a joke.

Many people were surprised that Kenpachi Zaraki would be there—in everyone's mind, he had nothing to do with such refined matters.

But if you then see Kusajishi Yachiru, who is navigating the female Shinigami world with ease and constantly reaping snacks and treats... you'll probably understand why.

"Captain Zaraki has a new look."

It wasn't that Chunshui had sharp eyes, but rather that Gengmu's changes were too obvious:

Originally, their long hair, which was never styled like that of a wild man, has now been shaped into sharp cones, making them as conspicuous as porcupines in a defensive posture. Some even have bells hanging from the tips of their hair, so that the crisp sound of the bells can be heard even with the slightest movement of their bodies.

Besides his hairstyle, he also wore an eye patch—although everyone knew he was perfectly healthy.

The change in appearance to this extent... it's beyond fashion or alternative style; it's the ultimate expression of individuality. Among the entire Squad Thirteen, perhaps only Mayuri Kurotsuchi, currently in prison, can compare.

Kyoraku Shunsui lay on his side on the soft, thick cushion, gazing at the drastically changed Zaraki from afar: "What's so special about that? Although I agree that men should learn to dress themselves up... no matter how hard he tries now, he can't change other people's impression of him, can he?"

He meant no harm in his words. Kenpachi Zaraki was a fierce and ruthless man with the appearance of a demon, but he was not actually a difficult person to get along with.

Or rather, he doesn't actively interact with others much, has no interest in the weak, and the few people whose names he can remember all find this incredibly pure guy quite interesting... Surprisingly, there aren't many captains who genuinely dislike Kenjiro, even though he's a guy who doesn't listen to anyone at all.

"Ah, I know that."

Ukitake picked up the pickled food that was meant to be a snack with his drinks, chewed it slowly for a moment, and then explained to the two of them: "It seems that his failure last time gave him this idea. It's like he thinks that if he hangs a bell on his clothes, people will be able to detect his approach and find his location in advance during the battle. In other words, he puts himself in a disadvantageous position."

If he can overcome this unfavorable situation, it means he'll be stronger than before... I think that's how it is?"

"I never would have guessed he had such thoughts."

Chunshui looked dejected, like someone experiencing a midlife crisis. "If I were a hundred or two hundred years younger, I would probably learn from this painful experience and start practicing cultivation diligently, right?"

That's what he said, but judging from his appearance, he clearly has no intention of doing so.

Iori was slightly surprised:

In his memory, Kenpachi Zaraki hung bells on himself to increase the difficulty of the battle and thus better enjoy the fun of fighting... not to become stronger. Rather, he had been trying to become weaker for thousands of years!

Is this change because Iori and his alter egos defeated Zaraki too many times, giving him a new idea?

"It doesn't matter anymore," Iori smiled, her attention returning to the contents of the drink.

He really wished Zaraki could wake up soon, otherwise it would be pointless to beat him up now~

Iori has benefited greatly from both the near-future Earth and the world of "Undead King". Although his physical attributes have not changed much, he has obtained a lot of powerful items. He is adapted to the magic system, and with his current technical ability, it is not difficult for him to convert it into the spirit particle system.

Soon he will be able to use these items in various worlds, which will inevitably improve his overall strength.

In addition, he has two other gains with great potential:

"Game Panel" and "Refreshable CGs".