Chapter 292 – 292 ⥤ The Most Benevolent in the Sangai

⤫ Schrift: A ⥤ Sacred Letter: The Almighty! ⤬

A muffled sound emerged from within the blood mist as an invisible hand gathered the mist together, and Yhwach materialized once more.

This time, however, gone was the confidence he had shown when stealing the Soul King’s power. Unease and fear swirled in his pupils, transforming into bitter anger as his deafening roar echoed across the sky above the Soul King Palace:

“You cannot kill me!”

⤫ Sankt Altar ⥤ Usurpation Altar! ⤬

Yhwach spread his fingers, and an enormous spiritual matrix expanded outward from his center, instantly encompassing the entire Soul King Palace. Azure beams of light coiled around Akira’s body like tentacles.

Massive amounts of Reiatsu and power were stripped away as the altar erupted with brilliant radiance, like a sun rising in the firmament.

Yhwach’s face darkened.

The Sankt Altar had worked — he could steal Akira’s power. But there was too much power to contain; he couldn’t handle it all.

Boom!

The massive light matrix exploded, shattering the broad approach to the palace. Stone pillars and structures crumbled in the aftermath, dust billowing as thick black energy and blue light spread far and wide.

The aftershocks alone would have annihilated any Shinigami Captain who ventured near. Only transcendent beings could survive combat at this level.

Yhwach fled the explosion’s center in disarray, healing himself once again. His numerous blood-red eyes fixed upon the unharmed Akira, his mood beyond description.

To reach this point, he had sacrificed everything — a thousand years of slumber, countless lives lost. All to obtain the Soul King’s power and become what he was now.

But why was the end result still failure?!

If he was destined to fail, why hadn’t they killed him in his sleep? That would have eliminated so many unnecessary steps and minimized the sacrifices.

As if sensing Yhwach’s confusion, Aizen’s voice came from afar:

“Indeed, it’s exactly as you thought. We could have ended you decades ago, but for the sake of the Sangai and the Soul King, we decided to let you realize your ambitions. Now you’ve gotten what you wished for.”

Yhwach’s face turned black as pitch.

Killing the body wasn’t enough — they had to crush his spirit too? Such despicable behavior!

Suddenly he felt that Akira wasn’t nearly as detestable as that distant Shinigami.

“You dare let your mind wander while fighting me?” Akira lunged at Yhwach with a savage grin, raising his hand to launch a cannon-like punch straight at his face. Space collapsed in massive chunks where it passed, revealing vast areas of darkness.

Azure branch-like patterns appeared on Yhwach’s skin as he pushed his Blut Vene ability to its limits.

After stealing the Soul King’s power, all his techniques had grown stronger. With the bestowal and enhancement of The Almighty, even a single Heilig Pfeil could now annihilate a Shinigami Captain or Sternritter.

Yet despite his surging power and swelling ambitions, upon meeting Akira, his Soul King dreams were shattered by mere three punches.

Yhwach now regretted his previous plans. Who could have predicted such a monster would appear — one with strength so brutal it seemed inhuman?

Even his Blut Vene, granted “indestructible” properties by The Almighty, crumbled under that single punch. The terrifying destructive power coursed through Yhwach’s body, instantly destroying his flesh.

With a flash of light, his body rapidly regenerated, returning to its original state in the blink of an eye.

Yhwach’s gaze turned ice-cold. After several painful beatings, he had reached his conclusion — his current power alone wasn’t enough to defeat Akira.

The silver lining was that his opponent seemed to lack effective killing methods. Pure physical attacks couldn’t destroy him completely. As long as he had a moment to breathe, he could achieve rebirth through “Self-Bestowal”.

{T/N: For those who didn’t understand, Self-Bestowal is simply his ability to grant himself a perfect body, or anything, since he can alter anything he wants.}

Now he had reached the realm of immortality!

He just needed to endure until his opponent’s power was exhausted. Then he could turn the tables and make those who had humiliated him die miserably under The Almighty’s torment. But one thing baffled Yhwach.

Why did facing this frenzied opponent feel like confronting the entire world?

Every casual punch felt like the world itself was crashing into him. What was truly happening?

Yhwach tried using The Almighty to explore the future, but found only darkness — as if the ability simply wouldn’t work on his opponent. Incomprehensible.

After several rounds of beating, Akira also noticed the problem. This cockroach was like a stubborn stain — even when beaten to ashes, he could still instantly revive and regenerate.

Seeing the two at an impasse, Aizen was about to speak up when he noticed Akira suddenly chuckling.

“I understand now. If I can’t kill you completely, it just means my power isn’t enough. Actually, the solution is quite simple.”

Hearing these words, intense unease welled up in Yhwach’s heart as malice from the world itself seemed to surround him, as if deliberately targeting him.

Under Aizen’s curious gaze, Akira’s Reiatsu suddenly shot up another level. It was like someone normally 165cm tall suddenly growing to 185cm — a massive leap in height achieved in an instant.

Though his appearance remained largely unchanged — still white-haired with red eyes and wearing a demonic grin — that world-like pressure spread outward unrestrained.

Under Yhwach’s watch, countless Reishi gathered toward Akira. This wasn’t through any controlling power; rather, the Reishi moved voluntarily — a strange and terrifying sight.

“I’ll just increase my power a bit more.” A righteous smile appeared on Akira’s face as he spread his arms.

His heart pumped like a mechanical engine, battle intent surging forth uncontrolled. His blood flowed like molten magma through his vessels. His whole being blazed like a sun, radiating terrifying heat.

⤫ Muga Kyōkai, Daishi Kōtei Rei: Mugen Seishinkō ⥤ Selfless Realm, Fourth Imperial Decree: Infinite Spirit Light! ⤬

Under Yhwach’s terrified gaze, a simple, unadorned attack headed straight for his face.

In this moment, heaven and earth fell silent!

When the fist landed, the world sank into death, everything turning to white ash.

BOOOMMM!!

Terrifying power poured into Yhwach’s body like a breaking dam, countless blood vessel patterns bulging on his surface, grotesque and horrifying.

Like before, his body exploded again, blood mist scattering and staining the sky.

“Self-Bestowal!” Yhwach’s voice boomed, venting the anger deep in his heart.

Countless wisps of blood mist instantly gathered, reforming into a complete body.

He opened his mouth to mock Akira’s overconfidence — what difference was there between this simple punch and the previous technique?

However, before he could speak, he sensed his own power declining. It wasn’t a weakening of Reiatsu or manipulation of Reishi, but rather the consumption of The Almighty and the Soul King’s power.

“No, this is impossible!” Yhwach’s twisted face filled with shock as he recalled the fear of being dominated by death.

Originally, he had planned to use attrition tactics, waiting for Akira’s power to be exhausted before counterattacking. But now, before he could drain his opponent’s power, he might meet his end under those iron fists.

“Heh heh, nothing is impossible when it comes to me.” Akira took a deep breath, spread his arms, and his indestructible body emanated the sound of a tightening bowstring before unleashing a flurry of punches with a savage grin.

Countless fist shadows interweaved in the sky as space continuously collapsed.

What made him different now was the support of the world’s will, granting him a sealing property. Rather than destroying Yhwach’s power outright, it was gradually being sealed away.

When that power vanished completely, his final fate would arrive.

As Yhwach felt his strength draining away, his composure shattered. Terror crawled across his face, twisting his features.

“No!” He roared in defiance, his Reiatsu surging and exploding outward as black viscous liquid writhed frantically over his body.

Attrition tactics were no longer an option — only a desperate final stand remained.

He could not fall here — victory must be his.

A massive pillar of light enveloped the vast Soul King Palace. Absolute darkness filled every corner of sight, as if all light had been stripped from the world.

The Quincy Cross Blade condensed in his palm, drawing all darkness onto its edge. With his remaining Almighty power fully bestowed, Yhwach gripped the sword with both hands and, like Kenpachi Zaraki, swung it down at his target.

“Bring it on!”

Fighting a helpless punching bag held no thrill — the true charm of battle lay in going all out.

⤫ Muga Kyōkai, Daigo Kōtei Rei: Kongō Tenmaken ⥤ Selfless Realm, Fifth Imperial Decree: Diamond Heaven Demon Fist! ⤬

The name of the technique no longer mattered — what counted was unleashing everything. All power concentrated into one force, channeled through his world-shocking wisdom and supreme physical body!

The strongest blade met the hardest fist. The world seemed to stop turning, time frozen still, both men’s movements and expressions crystallized in place.

In the next moment, extreme light and heat erupted under the dark canopy, sun after sun melting away the darkness. Yhwach’s expression stiffened as countless cracks appeared on his body, lava-like crimson surging within.

BOOM!!!

A deafening explosion echoed throughout the Soul King Palace. A brilliant mushroom cloud ignited in the firmament like a solar flare, unleashing endless light and heat that annihilated multiple Zero Division quarters, crushing them to dust.

Ashes scattered!

Yhwach’s consciousness submerged in darkness. The Almighty ceased functioning, unable to restore his body as it exploded into blood mist.

Until the very end, a blood-red eye stared fixedly at Akira’s figure, trying to deeply engrave his image into memory.

I… will not die!

As long as fear and despair exist in this world, I will have my day of resurrection. People will offer up everything, even their souls, to reject fear!

Akira Kisaragi, when next we meet, I will tear you to pieces!

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“Phew, it’s over.”

Looking at the grand scene before him and the now-silenced Yhwach, Akira let out a breath. The tension left his face, replaced by profound relief.

A major threat that could have killed Yama-jii and destroyed the world was now extinct. Everyone’s fate had been rewritten because of him.

Speaking of which, what should he do next?

Also, what about the Soul King?

The Soul King…

Akira snapped to attention, suddenly realizing this ancient being hadn’t just trapped Yhwach — he had become part of Yhwach’s plan too.

The Soul King had been devoured by Yhwach — how could he possibly deal with Hell’s problems now?

Tch… So I’m the Sangai’s hardest worker?!

Just as he was questioning his world-shaking wisdom, Aizen flash-stepped to his side, observing the ever-expanding blood mist.

He casually added a Reishi barrier. While he couldn’t defeat Yhwach in life, after death, he could handle him with ease.

“Sōsuke, what do we do next?” Akira pondered, “Rebuild the Great Palace and seal Yhwach inside?”

Aizen shook his head and explained, “Different trades have different specialties. Let’s leave this to the professional — Ichibē Hyōsube.”

His voice carried an indescribable magic, and as his words faded, Reishi from outside the Soul King Palace swarmed in, instantly condensing into a towering figure.

The surrounding darkness merged into him, bestowing his divine presence. As Reiatsu erupted, the towering figure regained vitality — his eyes shifting from red to black, a kind smile spreading across his rugged face.

“Hey there, thanks, Lord Aizen.” Ichibē floated in the air, surveying the shattered Soul King Palace, “What a brutal battle. If not for Akira, the Sangai would have become Yhwach’s private property.”

He approached the two men, drew his Ichimonji from the darkness, and twisted his towering body. Viscous ink sprayed from his brush tip, forming a giant character for “Seal”.

Yhwach’s power flowed along the ink, merging into the character and transforming into a black sphere. Through the outer layer of Reiatsu, his complete power remained clearly perceptible.

Had his consciousness not been completely scattered, the current Yhwach could have instantly revived, once again becoming the Sangai’s greatest cancer.

Ichibē chanted ancient incantations, his brush moving in hand. Reiatsu transformed into ink, merging with the shattered Soul King Palace. The ruins sprang back to life, with new Zero Division quarters rising from the dust.

The Soul King’s Greater Palace once again floated in the firmament, like a nail embedded at the world’s center…

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