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

Yuuki turned around, and her gaze towards Iori changed instantly: "You wouldn't... have left a world for everyone, would you?"

Am I... not the most special one?!

"Huh? Oh, this..."

"No, you just said that you only told these secrets to me... So are you going to tell everyone else about them next?"

ha?!"

Iori: "..."

"And also, Lord Spirit King, how many girlfriends do you actually have?"

Oh dear, I forgot!

Iori clapped her hands: "During the riots you instigated, the souls of the innocent dead were specially collected in Area 11 of Hell. It's time to release them back into Soul Society. And Shunsui and Unohana, it's time to rescue them too."

Let's find a reason... and name it 'The Art of Reincarnation'!

"Don't change the subject!"

Chapter 590: It's just a short trip (Final Chapter)

A sun slowly descended in the sky above Soul Society, and golden rain fell upon every corner of Seireitei.

Destroyed buildings were rebuilt in the light, broken Zanpakuto were reconnected, and even the bloody smell in the air was washed away by pure spiritual particles.

Golden particles drifted down from the sky, coalescing into Shinigami, led by Retsu Unohana, who looked around blankly—they felt nothing, and in a daze, they were teleported back to Soul Society from places like the Dangai or the Valley of Death.

What is most shocking is that those who had died in the war were given a new heartbeat and body temperature. There was no "healing" process; instead, they were replaced with their former appearance in the blink of an eye, as if they had been "refreshed".

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni slowly opened his eyes, his aged fingers tracing the scar across his chest—the wound that had pierced his body had vanished. He looked up at the sky, where the blazing sphere of light was gradually receding, revealing a majestic golden ark, its hull adorned with ancient patterns, resembling the divine chariot that carried the sun in mythology.

"Could it be that……"

"This is... a gift from the Spirit King?" Jushiro Ukitake's voice rang out beside him, trembling with disbelief.

"But the Spirit King is not..."

He shut his mouth, because the Spirit King's Hand within him showed no resistance to the sky full of golden light and electricity, and was even quite active, as if celebrating someone's return.

If that's the case, then it really is...

Kenpachi Zaraki looked up: "The guy up there—he's really strong."

However, he did not show any fighting spirit. Although he loved fighting, it was clear that the god in the sky was not someone that could be regarded as an enemy... and it was even hard to imagine how to fight him.

Before the words were even finished, countless golden beams of light descended from the sky, enveloping the captains. Yamamoto instinctively tried to resist, but found himself powerless, like an infant. When their vision cleared again, they were standing on the deck of the Golden Ship, with a panoramic view of the Soul Society shrouded in mist below.

"Welcome, everyone." A gentle voice came from the direction of the throne.

"No need to be shy, I just want to let everyone know a few things."

"—!"

Everyone turned their gaze in that direction simultaneously, then choked up, as if they had witnessed the most unbelievable thing in the world:

The Spirit King, who only exists in mythology, actually has a very familiar face!

"Hey...did I drink too much?"

When Kyoraku Shunsui finally saw the figure in the silver-white haori on the throne, his straw hat tilted sharply to the side: "Iori?! No way!"

A white shadow flashed, and the members of the Zero Division lined up and knelt before Iori. Then, the burly monk turned around, opened his arms, and said to Yamamoto and the others, "Hurry up and pay your respects to His Majesty the Soul King, Aizen! This is an honor that no one has ever received in thousands of years!"

"His Majesty……"

"He is... the Spirit King?"

"Is it just that they look alike? But 'Aizen' is..."

"Go back."

Yamamoto stepped forward and stood in front of everyone. The old man's dark but not cloudy pupils contracted sharply. He felt more clearly than anyone else that the young man sitting there at this moment had his spiritual pressure merged with the entire world.

That wasn't a domain formed by a Zanpakuto or Kido, but rather... Kamui in the truest sense.

"Your Majesty, may I ask what is going on here? Why does your appearance... Could it be that my disciple was originally the reincarnation of the Spirit King? Otherwise, there is really no way to explain it."

"The cause and effect here cannot be explained in a few words, but I am Aizen Iori, and there is no falsehood in that fact."

Iori smiled and said, "At the same time, I am also the Spirit King... Although the previous Spirit King created the Three Realms, he could not solve the problem of Hell, so he could only go with the flow and make himself the cornerstone of the Three Realms."

"Now I possess all authority, and having perfected Hell upon the foundations laid by my predecessors, the Three Realms will enter a new era, ushering in a true balance of souls."

“…I understand.” Yamamoto still had many questions, but he didn’t delve into them.

The person before me truly possesses the power and realm of a Spirit King, and that is the most important thing.

“You don’t need to worry or be concerned. My memories and personality are not wrong. I am still the Aizen Iori you know.”

Iori glanced at Harumi and Yoruichi, and their familiar smiles made them breathe a sigh of relief.

"That's wonderful... cough, Your Majesty."

"It's a formal occasion after all, but you can still call me Iori in private."

The new Spirit King lightly tapped the armrest with his fingertips, and thirteen golden royal keys appeared in the void: "Abolish the [Forty-Six Chambers] system, select fifty people from the Seireitei, Hueco Mundo, and Quincy to form a council to handle important matters of the three realms, and I will appoint another judge (AI) as supervisor."

However, I have a special gift for the Gotei 13:

Each captain has been given a Royal Key, which allows them to submit their opinions to me through a specific Kido. From now on, with each change of era, the new captain will need to possess a Royal Key as a token.

Do you all understand?

After a full three seconds of silence, Yamamoto suddenly knelt on one knee, his Zanpakuto placed horizontally in front of him: "I will obey Your Majesty's decree."

The captains also swore allegiance, and many of them had happy expressions on their faces, especially Hibiki and others who were close to Iori.

Iori is a "god" rather than a "king," so he wouldn't punish them for the sake of the kingly way. On the contrary, he is happy to take care of these acquaintances of his, and it wouldn't hurt to show them a little favoritism.

The golden boat suddenly trembled slightly, and Iori looked up at the sky as if she sensed something, where ripples were spreading like water.

"Well, the souls of the victims have all returned... So be it." He stood up, and the throne immediately turned into particles of light and dissipated, while the captains' bodies were enveloped in golden light.

"The Three Realms are now in your hands."

Before the words were even finished, everyone's vision was filled with brilliant golden particles.

When everyone opened their eyes again, they were standing in the restored Seireitei Plaza, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

Only the key in Yamamoto's palm testifies to that absurd yet real moment.

"I never expected that Iori would be the Spirit King of this generation..."

Chunshui also held a King Key. He looked at it from left to right and found that Cang Chun was just as confused as Ye Yi, clearly not yet recovered from the huge information shock.

The reason Iori ended the conversation so decisively was probably because she felt it would be too troublesome to explain and she didn't want to be asked all sorts of questions.

"This is really...wait, does that mean I've drunk and boasted with the Spirit King?"

Chunshui grinned, genuinely overjoyed, and even a wild idea popped into his head:

I've read erotic novels written by the Creator God himself!

Hurry home and hide the manuscript; this thing will definitely become a family heirloom!

-

No Game No Life World - The Pantheon of the Human Kingdom;

The setting sun bathed the throne room in amber light. Sera's slender fingers gripped Iori's right hand tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

"Is it really... necessary to leave?" Her voice was so soft it was almost drowned out by the laughter of the children outside the window.

Sera recruited a group of orphans as a reserve force of priests, who lived in the Pantheon's residential area. Ordinary believers could also freely enter and exit the front half of the temple. So, although it was the core of power in the human kingdom and even the whole world, it did not inspire fear in the people. Instead, they loved and respected it.

"It's alright, I have the ability to trace the thread of fate. Even if I can't find my target, I can definitely return to your side smoothly—don't you believe in the bond between us?"

Iori placed his palm on the back of her hand, and the warm touch sent a shiver through the girl.

"The flow of time in this world is different from that in the Dimensional Sea. When I find the answer and return successfully, perhaps only the time it takes to brew a cup of tea will have passed here."

Sera suddenly grabbed his collar, forcing the boy to bend over, their foreheads colliding heavily: "If you dare to lie to me..."

Her crimson eyes welled up with tears. "I'll curse you with the Einzbern family's unique magic!"

"Special magic?"

"The Favor of the Holy Grail (The Wife's Resentment) - This is a direct transmission from Caster of the Heaven's Feel, capable of pinpointing the exact location even across different timelines!"

Sera kissed Iori briefly, then pulled away, her eyes full of tenderness.

"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on Akame and Esdeath and make sure they don't fight."

Only Sera could make Iori feel so at ease: "This Disboard is my most important base, so I'm entrusting it to you to guard... I'll definitely be back as soon as possible!"

"Wait, I can't pretend I didn't hear what you just said."

Esdeath stood at the entrance with her hands on her hips, while Akame appeared in the hall at some point, seemingly having been there all along, leaning against a marble pillar and observing the situation.

"Why is Sera the housekeeper? I'm clearly the most reliable one!"

"You agree, right, Akame?"

“…I choose Sera.”

"what?!"

-

The world of Godkiller, the ruins of the Acropolis in Athens;

Moonlight pierced through the broken pillars, and the faint glow of divine script danced through Athena's silver hair.

“I am already tired of eternity.” She stepped over the gravel, her long silver hair dancing behind her. “I also do not want to take on such a tedious task. I would rather follow you into the spacetime turbulence.”

"Me too!" Hippolyta's boots stomped on the ruins.

The Amazon Queen has no concept of territory. Even if Iori asked her to manage a world, she would definitely find a chance to quit. For a qualified warrior and wife, following her lord or husband at all times is the most important thing!

"I didn't return it to you because I found it too much trouble."

Iori shook her head and smiled reassuringly, "I will set up some backup plans as beacons in each world, such as boundary record tapes and star trophies, so that even if I really get lost, I can still make contact with you through a large-scale ritual."

Not just in "Campione!", but in other isekai worlds as well, and you are the only people I can completely trust.

"...You actually chose me?"

Athena's eyes gleamed with a strange light: "Aren't you afraid I'll scheme against you, betray you?"

"If I don't come back, how will you overthrow your superiors and avenge your humiliation, my goddess?"

"That makes sense... Hmph! I'll just go with your word then!" Athena smiled.

Even now, the idea of ​​retaliating against Iori still exists, but the methods have changed a lot, and... Iori regards her as "someone as trustworthy as a wife," which makes Athena overjoyed.

“In the name of the goddess of wisdom,” she licked her lips, “this time, let me guide your destiny.”

"So easy to fool," Iori smiled brightly.

……

Rukongai, the indigo-dyed clothing store.

Iori sat on the lower part of the corridor, while Nemuro was hanging clothes to dry in the yard. He, on the other hand, was casually drinking tea and eating dumplings.

In the past few days, he had been making arrangements for his backup plan. He had also wanted to say hello to his friends in various worlds, but ultimately decided against it.

Making it look like a life-or-death separation would be too ugly.

He was actually quite confident, but he preferred to have multiple layers of insurance. Even if he didn't get the desired result after returning to his "hometown," he could simply come back again.

His resolve will not waver, just like the Golden Clan in "The Age of Heroes." Although the road ahead is unknown, as free spirits, they must always "set sail."

After a moment's thought, information related to several CG images surfaced in Iori's mind.

Regarding the Golden Clan's interdimensional travel technology, the immense recognition power permanently present on the boundary record tape, and the ability to converge into one across multiple timelines... everything is ready!

In addition, there's the CG you get after "clearing" Chaldea:

Fate/Grand Order!

This is also the fundamental reason why Iori put her idea into action.

Because this CG doesn't offer any numerical or skill bonuses, it only has one function: