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

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In a daze, a voice that was hard to call "language" entered Iori's ears. Although she couldn't hear it clearly, she could feel the anger and rejection in it. At the same time, a huge force came from all directions, trying to drag Iori, this foreign object, into a deeper place.

"Greed... I wonder what your connection is with the Hollows that were destroyed by the Soul King."

The origin of Hell is something even the Soul King couldn't quite explain. It might be related to the Great Hollow that devoured the world, but it's more likely a natural phenomenon that existed long before the Soul King was born... In short, the Soul King's creation of the world was very hasty, leaving many things in a mess that can't be explained.

"This is not your fault; strictly speaking, it's just your instinct... However, hell should not be an eternal prison."

Iori said in a low voice, which echoed deep in the void.

As he raised his hand, a phantom star cup appeared in his palm, and the vast starry sky expanded outwards. A massive amount of spiritual pressure was burned wildly at this moment, supporting Iori's domain to cover the entire hell.

—Domination complete!

Even the Soul King's power cannot reach this place, but Iori can forcibly manipulate it!

The Hellish consciousness was powerless to resist. It only made a symbolic attack before being completely suppressed by Iori's power. It could only watch helplessly as its body was "dismembered" and then reassembled.

Space and matter began to shift like clay in Iori's hands, and with his movements, the structure of Hell began to change. It was divided into eight layers, each further subdivided into 666 areas.

These areas are no longer chaotic and disorderly, but are carefully designed to categorize and receive souls of different attributes.

—From now on, not only the souls of sinners will come here, but also the pure and good. They will no longer have to live that boring life in the Soul Society. This is a reward for them.

In addition, each level of hell has its specific function: some are used to purify souls, some to inflict punishments, some to store spiritual particles, some to return spiritual particles to the Three Realms, and some are entrances to the Abyss of Abyss.

The Abyss of Naraku, the deepest part of hell!

He mixed all the decomposed spirits, that is, the human consciousness that had atoned for its sins, with spirit particles, and then guided them to the Abyss using the golden ship Uranus.

(Uranus will be used as a temporary measure for now. Once the feasibility is verified, another dedicated ferry will be built.)

Let them recombine there to form new soul archetypes. This is like a huge furnace in which all consciousness, including captain-level souls, tumbles, merges, and is finally thrown back into the Three Realms along the passage fixed by Iori.

This is the path of sinners. Purely virtuous people can take a shortcut and are generally not broken down so thoroughly. They may even retain some "innate wisdom" and their spiritual strength will be naturally higher than that of ordinary people.

As for ordinary souls that cannot be categorized as good or evil, they still enter Rukongai and cycle between Soul Society and Hueco Mundo.

"Reincarnation is how it should be."

Iori stood at the edge of the Abyss, looking down at the endless darkness below, and said in a low voice.

His mission was not yet over; the transformation of Hell was only the first step. Next, he needed to ensure that these souls, reincarnated into the Three Realms, could find their place, that is, to be successfully reborn as living beings. Once this was accomplished, the so-called "reincarnation" would be complete.

The next moment, Iori's figure disappeared again, returning to the main hall of the Spirit King's Palace. The Spirit King still stood in the center, quietly watching him.

"finished?"

The Spirit King's voice carried a hint of weariness, but even more so, anticipation.

"Although it was only preliminary work, it was indeed completed."

Iori nodded. "Hell has been divided, and all the spirits have been decomposed and reintroduced into the Three Realms. Now, we just need to wait for time to flow again, and the Three Realms will usher in a new beginning."

The Spirit King nodded slightly, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes. He knew that everything Iori had done was not only for the balance of the three realms, but also for the ancient tragedy that had befallen him.

In a sense, what Iori did was no different from the prince who rescued the princess... Fortunately, this guy wasn't interested in that kind of thing, otherwise the Soul King would have been troubled about how to thank him.

"What are you going to do next?"

The Spirit King asked.

"There are still many things left to do. After the reconstruction of Hell, there is no official operation to verify its completion."

Iori smiled slightly, her gaze fixed on the distance, as if she had pierced through time and space to see a vision of the future.

"If the Abyss of Abyss functions as intended after time begins to flow, we can freeze the world again and execute the next step of our plan—"

The reconstruction of the Three Realms and the Realm of Severance aims to connect with Hell as a unified whole.

“Excellent… If you were born from chaos, and you were the one who created this world… you wouldn’t be struggling like I am, would you?”

Chapter 550: Just a fantasy by the young virgin author before he stopped updating.

The effect of time freezing gradually dissipated, and time began to flow again in the three realms. All living beings awoke from their slumber and continued their lives.

Hell, a place once filled with pain and despair, is now quiet and orderly. All souls await their reincarnation, awaiting a new beginning.

Iori stood in the main hall of the Spirit King's Palace, her gaze firm and profound:

Creation is not something that can be accomplished overnight. Seeking balance among multiple worlds is like walking a tightrope over a bottomless abyss, with the constant danger of collapse. And what Iori wants to do is not only that, but also to connect them harmoniously, to let them communicate and interact with each other, and to achieve a self-sustaining system.

Only in this way can the long-term and stable existence of the "world" be guaranteed.

We've only dealt with Hell so far. There are still many loopholes in the mortal world and the human realm. However, since it involves many living people and the Grim Reaper, we can't do it so casually. We have to be more cautious and meticulous.

"Let's see if this new hell can fulfill its function."

Inside the main hall of the Spirit King's Palace, the golden light gradually dissipated, and Iori's figure disappeared into the void.

"I'll be free for a while... Perfect, I can digest what I just realized... Although it was a natural progression, I didn't expect it to happen at this time."

……

Iori returned to her daily life and continued to serve as the captain of the Third Division in the Seireitei.

Not long ago, she was fighting a great battle with the Heroes in the universe, and then she went on to fight the strongest God of War in another world. After experiencing a series of events, even someone as resilient as Iori was quite mentally exhausted.

Although Seireitei's daily work was tedious, it was a pastime of just the right difficulty for him. While observing the situation in Hell and the resulting changes in the Three Realms, he enjoyed a rare period of peace with his family and friends, appreciating flowers and the moon.

With nothing to do, he happened to see an article in a newspaper published by the Imperial Household Department saying, "XXX's serialization is suspended indefinitely," and only then did he realize that he had stopped updating...

But it's not a big deal, is it?

Considering Aizen Iori's current status and position, even if we only look at his superficial captain position, he doesn't need to care about the feelings of those fans at all.

Readers? How much spiritual power do they have?

So Iori isn't in a hurry at all, just thinking that he'll write whatever comes to mind whenever he's interested, like a certain manga artist who likes to play mahjong, or a certain pair of gay friends who can live off their Saber-like faces for the rest of their lives.

What changed his mind was overhearing his teammates' private conversation one day—

"It's a real shame we won't get to see what happens next. I was really looking forward to it."

"It's been almost a year since the last serialization. The author has probably been eaten alive by the novel."

"...Don't you know the author's identity?"

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"It's nothing... but it's best not to say things like that again."

"It's okay, right? It doesn't matter if we don't see the ending. It's not some masterpiece anyway. You all say it's novel, but I think it's too absurd and frivolous. The style of 'Rose Road' is better."

"Yes, I like reading that book too."

"After all, he's just someone who uses exaggerated descriptions to grab attention. His true abilities will show over time; he's nowhere near as good as the real teachers."

"You've put my mind at ease. Yes, there are plenty of other really good ones."

"It's not something that's very important, hahaha~"

"Besides, it was written very slowly to begin with. I've been following it for ten years, and there are only so many words in total. It's simply not enough to read!"

"They must have run out of ideas; they've run out of good jokes!"

"No, no, no, even the donkeys pulling millstones in Rukongai wouldn't dare to rest like that; they're just lazy."

...Iori silently turned back to her room, took out the accumulated manuscripts, spread out the clean white paper, and dipped a pen in the ink.

Before he started writing, he suddenly remembered something, so he grabbed his work memo and wrote down the names of those team members.

They're all promising young people, but they're not very ambitious. How can they spend their days idly chatting like this? As the team leader, I must mentor them properly.

However, we cannot be too strict with ourselves.

Let's go and stay in the modern world for a hundred years first!

So happily decided!

Closing the memo, Iori, in a good mood, turned her attention back to the manuscript paper. Just as she was about to put pen to paper, she hesitated. The ink droplet gradually gathered at the tip of the pen, eventually dripping onto the paper and solidifying without spreading...

After a long while, Iori finally began to create, her brushstrokes flowing like dragons and snakes.

"New Volume:"

——Okay, put down your pen.

Stretching, Iori nodded in satisfaction as she looked at the small print on the manuscript paper, which filled five spaces and even allowed for a new line.

"How about we call it a day?"

But as an author, it seems a bit unfair; once you lose your motivation, who knows when you'll be able to pick up a pen again...

"Iori, are you there?"

"exist!"

Iori couldn't help but smile with delight, and skillfully and without the slightest pause, carefully put away the paper and pen.

"Oh, you've come at the worst possible time..."

"Oh? Then I'll wait a bit... You're smiling so happily."

"Have it?"

Iori shook her head, a smile playing on her lips. "How could that be~"

……

"I'll be staying home for a while to see if I can finish the manuscript."

Having made up her mind, Iori encountered a very difficult problem.

Speaking of which... how is a novel written again?

Simply piling up fancy words is no challenge for him. As for plot, he has plenty of material in his mind, and he can even guarantee that he can write a series of wonderful articles with the help of his powers.

But how should I put it... is it a lack of enthusiasm or just psychological inertia...?

Is this pen really that heavy?

He hadn't touched this for far too long, and for him now, writing had become a pure hobby rather than a job—he no longer made money from it.

Back then, I even had to use the money I earned from writing erotic fanfiction as activity funds... It's truly a bitter story!

Now that there's no need to survive, there are naturally all sorts of excuses to slack off and procrastinate—anyway, no one's pushing for a deadline or anything.

'If, by this time, a cute and charming young girl happens to insist that I play with her, then I'll have an excuse... no, a reason to postpone it for now.'

But what are the chances of such a coincidence in the world?

Just as Iori was thinking this, the door to the room suddenly opened. Iori glanced at it and saw a cute girl wearing a Shinigami outfit, but a size smaller than usual. The red collar around her neck and the bow on her head made her already delicate features look even more energetic and lively.

"Huh? Yinmeng, what brings you here?"

Iori looked at the little girl with some surprise.

...Actually, it's no longer appropriate to describe her as a "little girl".

Yinmeng's growth rate is extraordinary. She looks to be fourteen or fifteen years old now, with a figure as tall as a sprouting willow branch, perhaps even more outstanding than a certain white-haired captain in later generations.

Aizen Nemu held up a tray with tea and dumplings on it.

"Brother, you need to focus on your work. I heard you've been busy for several days. Your mother-in-law is concerned about your health, so she asked me to come and see you."

"Who told you that? Sis?"

Iori was a little confused, but she was also a bit tired from making it for so long. When she saw that the tea and snacks on the tray were indeed to her liking, she nodded.

"Alright."

"Great!"

Yinmeng excitedly moved closer to Yizhi, picked up a bamboo skewer with her slender fingers, and fed a rice ball to Yizhi's mouth, her bright eyes fixed on her older brother.

"Come on, brother, open your mouth~ Ah~ Hey!"

"……what."

Although they were all family, Iori still felt inexplicably ashamed and couldn't help but look away when being fed.

However, the girl's petite body exuded a delicate fragrance like camellias, making her presence undeniable.

"By the way, how did you end up in the team dormitory? Did one of the older sisters bring you here?"