Chapter 199 – 199 ⥤ Who Dares Kill Me?

“Wait, if I’m not mistaken, that’s the Gate of Hell, isn’t it?! Are you just going to watch him go to his death?” Kisuke came to his senses from the shock.

Although he knew what had happened these past two days and understood the deep friendship between Akira and Aizen, to just watch his Captain charge into Hell alone? How was this any different from suicide?

Had all these veteran Captains gone senile?

“That’s right, it’s the Gate of Hell.” Genryūsai replied in a deep voice, “Captain Kisaragi convinced this old man, and after careful consideration, I agreed to his plan. The situation is still within controllable limits.”

Upon hearing this, Kisuke showed an expression of disbelief, staring at the old man in front of him in shock.

When he looked around, he discovered that although the expressions of others were solemn, they had no objections to this plan. As if this was how it should be.

Evidently, due to Akira’s various deeds in the past, the Captains’ trust in him had reached its peak.

Seeing everyone’s expressions, Kisuke opened his mouth to say something, but in the end, he couldn’t speak. The man had already charged ahead.

It was too late to say anything now; they could only pray that this heavily sinned Lord Magistrate could create another miracle.

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Hell. The Second Level.

On the boundless water surface, several huge lily-like buildings floated silently. Several silhouettes stood on them, emanating formidable Reiatsu. The lake water trembled slightly, with ripples spreading in all directions.

Aizen calmly observed the few people standing opposite him, with a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes. With his knowledge, it wasn’t difficult to determine that he was currently in Hell.

Earlier, when returning from Soul Society, the enemy had emerged from a hidden location as planned, slashing away the unprepared Mayuri with one strike. Then, instantly combining the power of multiple people, they directly used something similar to a forbidden Kidō — spatial transfer — to bring him to this place.

From their targeted actions, he was clearly suffering an undeserved calamity. Aizen prided himself on being cautious and careful in his daily actions, never offending anyone, and having no connection whatsoever with Hell.

If he had to say, it would only be that fool.

“Lord Aizen, we have no intention of being your enemy.” At this moment, someone from the opposite side suddenly spoke, “This action is merely…”

“Merely intended to make someone enter Hell of his own accord, right?” Aizen revealed a mocking smile, “You don’t think that guy has become so stupid that he can’t see through such a simple scheme, do you? Or are you really convinced that victory is already in your hands?”

He slowly drew his sword, with faint Reiatsu surrounding him, like a hazy mist.

“Big brother, why waste words with this guy?”

“That’s right, just a mere seated officer, I could crush him with one hand.”

“Break his limbs and throw him into the Hell furnace, let him taste the suffering of Hell too!”

The leader didn’t respond, but calmly looked at Aizen opposite him.

His subordinates seemed to have received permission and drew their swords one after another, attempting to show off in front of their boss to gain higher status.

“That look in your eyes like you’re watching insects has been really irritating from the beginning!” The burly man let out a roar, angrily swinging his sword down.

His powerful Reiatsu even distorted the surrounding air, creating ripples on the water’s surface.The blade fell, directly cleaving off the head of an unprepared figure beside him. Blood splattered like a fountain, instantly soaking the giant’s body. Smelling the blood, he went wild, violently tearing off the black cloak on his body, revealing his true face.

Aizen stared at that face, with a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes. There was something familiar about it.

The books at the Shin’ō Academy had records of it — Fujiwara Shin’ichi (OC), the Captain of the 7th Division who lost his life during a mission three hundred and sixty-two years ago.

Just as Akira had said before, the deceased Captain-class Reishi cannot be decomposed, and with the help of former comrades, they fall into Hell through the Konsō Reisai.

Given the high mortality rate of the Shinigami profession, even Captains couldn’t escape this fate.

Aizen couldn’t help but feel a hint of worry. He didn’t know exactly how many Captains had died over the millennia, but he was very familiar with the elite among those Captains.

Not to mention the killers of the first generation of the Gotei 13 — even just the former Captain of the 11th Division wasn’t someone to be trifled with.

Reportedly, that Kenpachi Kuruyashiki had once received an invitation from the Zero Division. Comparing him with the recently promoted Senjumaru Shutara, Aizen was no longer willing to think further.

The current problem was how to leave this Hell. Hopefully, that fool wouldn’t stupidly rush in, otherwise…

While he was pondering, Fujiwara, affected by Kyōka Suigetsu, began slaughtering indiscriminately among the crowd. His violent Reiatsu transformed into burning flames, roasting everyone’s bodies at will. Even the water surface beneath their feet began to evaporate.

Until a huge arm, thick as a stone pillar, extended from the bottom of the lake, causing massive waves. In the chaos, the giant arm accurately grabbed Fujiwara’s body. Before he could unleash his Reiatsu to resist, his burly figure was crushed into a bloody pulp. Blood splattered everywhere.

At the same time, the owner of the arm also appeared in view.

An existence even uglier than a Hollow, with a trunk similar to Baraggan’s skeletal form, but more deformed and hideous. Its arms were filled with swollen muscles, terrifying and ferocious. It feasted on the blood remaining in its palm as if it were the most delicious food in the world.

After killing the troublemaker, it sank back into the deep lake water. When the boundless lake surface returned to calmness, everything seemed as if it had never happened.

The remaining few gathered around again, releasing Reiatsu to lock onto Aizen.

“Fujiwara actually couldn’t kill you.” The owner of the voice said with surprise, “Your strength is unexpectedly strong, Lord Aizen.”

“That was just an accident.” Aizen’s lips curved upward slightly, his smile radiant, like the sunshine boy next door.

Soon, when others moved against him again, the scene immediately became increasingly chaotic.

In the eyes of these Togabito (Offenders or Sinners) with Captain-level strength, the person beside them suddenly turned into Aizen’s appearance and fiercely launched an attack on them. Without any hesitation — years of life in Hell had long erased their last trace of humanity — they responded with brutal attacks.

The crowd fought in a melee. You chop off my head, I stab your heart. Blood splattered, turning into a true hell.

Aizen flashed to the side with Shunpo, watching this scene with a calm expression.

He knew very well that these were just insignificant small fry; the real mastermind was still hiding behind the scenes.

Sure enough, when all the Shinigami had died, the surrounding air once again became viscous, and an enormous Reiatsu descended like the sky collapsing.

This time, two figures with extremely contrasting body shapes appeared.

One of them was burly and robust, quite plump and round, with a U-shaped red facial marking, and a peculiar U-shaped hairstyle, with two thin braids hanging down his back.

The other person was bald with a hunched back, stooped figure, and a sly, eerie smile. He stared at Aizen as if looking at a dead object.

“Hey, someone who hangs out with Akira must have some skills.” The burly man grinned, revealing an arrogant smile, “Let me introduce myself: First Captain of the Twelfth Division, Uhin Zenjōji.”

The old man beside him spoke in a hoarse voice, forming a stark contrast with Zenjōji: “Saizō Sakahone.”

Aizen was slightly on guard, with faint Reiatsu surrounding his body.

“Don’t be nervous, young man.” Saizō nodded, “You’re merely bait. Our target isn’t you, but rather the current Captain of the Eleventh Division who possesses the power to change Hell’s status… Akira Kisaragi…”

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“Where the hell am I?”

Akira stared at the scene before him and exclaimed in astonishment.

“Is this even Hell? Before I came, the Boss didn’t mention this place was so huge!”

As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but endless desert.

It was like a replica of Hueco Mundo, with the only difference being the countless human figures walking across the wasteland. Their expressions were blank, as if they had lost their souls, aimlessly walking forward.

Akira tried to talk to them but received no response. These people were no different from the dead. After several attempts, he abandoned this futile effort and quickly flew in the direction the crowd was heading.

A streak of light flashed across the sky above the wasteland.

After searching for a while, he finally located Aizen’s Reiatsu.

“Underground? Did they bury that guy?”

Without thinking further, Akira swung his sword toward the ground with his backhand. The violent blade pressure instantly tore through the wasteland, revealing a huge crater.

After continuous slashing, he disappeared from the wasteland.

When the final heavy strike fell, the wasteland shattered, and the world transformed.

Akira fell from the azure sky.

At this point, he finally understood Hell’s structure — similar to a Rubik’s cube building, though the method of traversal was somewhat different.

He formed a foothold of Reishi beneath his feet, using it as leverage to walk through the air. Hell’s Reishi density exceeded that of Hueco Mundo; mere flight was naturally easy to accomplish.

After determining the direction, he grinned, “Found it!”

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After the opponent finished his self-introduction, Aizen knew this battle was unavoidable.

Moreover, because he had just used Kyōka Suigetsu’s ability, the opponent seemed to be on guard. Trying to make the two kill each other through Kyōka Suigetsu again would be somewhat difficult.

But it was merely “somewhat difficult”. If he couldn’t beat Genryūsai Yamamoto, could he not defeat two of his former subordinates?

Just as he was about to make his move, a blood pressure-raising voice came from the horizon.

“Fear not, my son! Your adoptive father is here!”

Before the words faded, a figure trailing a long purple flame, like a meteor falling to earth, traced an arc of light across the sky and plunged heavily into the boundless lake surface. Massive waves surged toward the sky!

The scene was quite spectacular. Even the two figures hovering in the sky were shocked by this exaggerated entrance, unable to speak for a long time.

“Sōsuke, aren’t you happy to see me?” Akira landed beside Aizen, slapping his shoulder forcefully. After a quick inspection, seeing no missing limbs, he relaxed.

Indeed, with Aizen’s strength, even falling into Hell wouldn’t make him easy prey.

Aizen: “…”

To say he wasn’t happy would be a lie, but he was more angry than anything.

Knowing it was a trap, yet still rushing headlong into it — was this guy’s head filled with nothing but muscle?

“Don’t you know Hell is dangerous?” Aizen’s expression was somewhat helpless. He could already imagine what response the other would give.

Probably something like “I, Kisaragi Akira, am invincible in this world; there is no place I cannot go” and so on.

“I know.” Akira replied matter-of-factly, “But I came to save you, didn’t I? Should I let my only adoptive son fall into Hell and become completely consumed by this place’s spirit energy? Wouldn’t that mean the end of the Kisaragi lineage?”

Aizen: “?”

What little emotion he felt vanished under the other’s tactless words.

“Gentlemen, the chitchat ends here.” The muscular giant Zenjōji smiled arrogantly, “Now that you’ve come to Hell, what happens next is no longer up to you. Knowing it was a trap and still jumping in — Akira Kisaragi, you’re not very bright, are you?”

His words were quite euphemistic, but before they faded, the lake surface trembled. Several water dragons shot out, instantly surrounding the two in the sky.

“How dare you! How could my world-shocking wisdom be evaluated by the likes of you?” Akira formed hand seals, controlling the water dragons to bite forward, “Taste my Ninjutsu!”

⤫ Suiton: Suiryūdan no Jutsu ⥤ Water Release: Water Dragon Bullet Technique! ⤬

Facing the attacking water dragons, Zenjōji grinned ferociously, spreading his five fingers and reaching straight forward. The massive water dragon was instantly crushed, scattering into water droplets across the sky.

As the strongest original Gotei 13 member, his strength was terrifying.

Just as he shattered the water dragon, Akira finally found a moment to glance at the Check-in rewards triggered upon arriving in Hell.

〈 Location Check-in: Hell! 〉

〈 Obtained Reiatsu Level +3! 〉

〈 Reiatsu Level increased! Currently at Level 99! 〉

〈 Obtained Zanjutsu Level +5! 〉

〈 Zanjutsu Level increased! Currently at Level 90! 〉

〈 Obtained Hakuda Level +5! 〉

〈 Hakuda Level increased! Currently at Level 90! 〉

〈 Obtained Kidō Level +5! 〉

〈 Kidō Level increased! Currently at Level 80! 〉

〈 Obtained Hohō Level +5! 〉

〈 Hohō Level increased! Currently at Level 80! 〉

〈 Obtained Exclusive Trait: Shock the Ancient, Illuminate the Present! 〉

〈 Shock the Ancient, Illuminate the Present: At the peak of divinity, defying the world, first comes the fist, then comes the sky! Unparalleled iron fist, Hakuda power increased by 100%! 〉

The cheat code activated again, with improvements far exceeding his recent efforts.

Indeed, cheating is the true path! This power boost was truly a godsend!

Looking at his magnificent stats panel, Akira felt boundless enthusiasm and immediately shouted at the two above.

“Who dares kill me?”

As his words fell, several more figures flickered into existence. Immense Reiatsu descended suddenly, causing the boundless lake surface to sink and stirring up massive waves.

Akira: “…”

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