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Chapter 195 The World Existing in Calculation

After the meeting concluded, the banquet commenced.

As the successor to the Soul King appointed by the new Soul King Aizen Sousuke, and also the designated future King of Hell—Kurosaki Ichigo—was surrounded by guests from all sides.

At this moment, Kurosaki Ichigo was just like a crown prince appointed by an ancient emperor, naturally becoming an object of fear and flattery from various forces, with countless promises of benefits pouring in like a tide.

Among the visiting delegation were many beautiful young girls and mature beauties. As Kurosaki Ichigo awkwardly smiled, these beauties flocked to him, causing him to flee in panic.

This is not only because Ichigo Kurosaki himself possesses amazing potential, which, when fully unleashed, would even be enough for him to immediately assume the role of the third Soul King.

Even though he was just a mortal without any spiritual power, Aizen's declaration at this moment had already given him the status of the number one person below the Soul King.

Meanwhile, inside Kurosaki Ichigo's "inside," Fang Zheng continued to observe quietly, silently playing the Atomic Concerto, capturing every second of all the memories and information of all the characters chosen by the players present, as well as all the rendered characters.

But at the same time, somewhere...

In their cozy home, the family of five sat around the sofa, their eyes focused on the large screen in the center of the living room, which was showing a scene of Kurosaki Ichigo being cuddled by a bunch of beautiful girls before fleeing in panic.

While snacking, Karin Kurosaki nudged her brother's waist with her elbow, a mischievous smile playing on her lips: "Hey, Ichigo-nii, you're going to be the King of Hell, aren't you? Are you going to build a huge harem?"

"From now on, Youzi and I will be the sisters of the King of Hell. That sounds pretty cool."

"Yes, yes, our Ichigo has really grown up. No matter how many wives you marry, Mom will support you. And from now on, I will be the mother of the King of Hell." Kurosaki Masaki smiled and hugged her son, rubbing his orange hair that he inherited from her.

Kurosaki Isshin laughed heartily: "Then I'm the father of the King of Hell too, it feels pretty good."

Feeling awkward being teased by his family, Ichigo Kurosaki didn't know how to respond. Reluctant to break free from his mother's embrace, he closed his eyes, buried his head in the warm arms of his mother whom he hadn't seen for over a decade, and pretended to be fast asleep.

After a while, Masaki Kurosaki glanced at the time on the wall, got up, and walked into the kitchen with a smile: "Alright, everyone must be hungry, try Mom's cooking..."

The family of five played and joked together, enjoying this precious time of reunion after more than a decade apart.

Meanwhile, on the street next to the Kurosaki residence, Aizen Sosuke, who had just ascended to the throne of the second Soul King, was strolling along the street in a daze, accompanied by an ordinary-looking boy.

Under the scorching sun, the two walked through the bustling street. The boy quickly stepped forward and bought two bottles of drinks from a vending machine on the side of the street.

"Here, want some?"

Aizen silently took the drink, gulped it down, and felt the cool liquid rush into his throat, bringing a sense of comfort.

The two continued walking in silence on the bustling street.

suddenly……

"Are you kidding me! Are you kidding me!"

A sharp, hysterical roar came from the side.

Puff puff...

Click click click...

The sounds of flesh being hacked and bones being shattered were incessant, drawing the attention of many people on the street.

That hysterical roar was mixed with fear, a despair that the situation was completely out of control.

"You despicable human! You damned human! How dare you say that I, Mayuri Kurotsuchi, the dignified director of the Technology Development Bureau, am of low intelligence!"

"You've got some nerve! You actually dared to say you figured me out!"

"You mere human being!"

Thump! A sphere suddenly rolled over. Aizen looked down at the head at his feet, which was exactly the same as the boy beside him, except that it was covered in blood but still had a calm expression.

Aizen turned his head and looked at Mayuri Kurotsuchi standing not far away in the middle of the bloody and mangled corpse. His crazed and ugly face, and the bewildered look on his face, finally returned to calm.

He pointed to the pile of mangled flesh on the ground, which had been lying there not long ago, and said to the boy beside him:

“Fang Zheng, if the background information you mentioned is indeed ongoing, then according to Mayuri Kurotsuchi’s ‘character setting,’ he should be quite intelligent no matter what.”

"Given Mayuri Kurotsuchi's character, he is indeed easily broken down and will go berserk and furious when his skills are inferior to others, but he shouldn't be as ridiculous as he is now."

"In other words, he shouldn't be Mayuri Kurotsuchi from the same time period as me now."

The ordinary-looking boy beside him, Fang Zheng, nodded and calmly said, "That's right, he was Mayuri Kurotsuchi, whom I recorded in the early stages of background completion, after I first entered Soul Society..."

"Hmph! What a disgrace to me! I'll show you what's what!" Suddenly, a sarcastic voice came from the side.

Standing amidst the blood and flesh, Mayuri Kurotsuchi, his face blank and crazed, lowered his head in disbelief, staring at the three blades that had pierced his abdomen.

Struggling, he turned his head again, looking at the mocking figure standing behind him, a figure whose expression seemed to mirror his own—another Mayuri Kurotsuchi. "You! You..." Feeling the excruciating pain in his abdomen, Mayuri Kurotsuchi coughed up blood, desperately unleashing a fierce burst of spiritual pressure, attempting to activate the numerous modified organs and internal machinery within his body in an effort to struggle and resist.

However, the sword that pierced him—the three-bladed sword with an ominous face at the base of the blades resembling an infant's face—this Zanpakuto, which Mayuri Kurotsuchi himself was supposed to be completely immune to its paralyzing effect—precisely severed the activation signals of all the devices inside Mayuri Kurotsuchi's own body.

With his eyes wide open and blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, the gaping arc almost tearing his skin, Mayuri Kurotsuchi could only feel waves of maddening pain surging through his body, along with a flood of memories pouring into his brain along with the intense agony.

After a long while, Mayuri Kurotsuchi, whose face was blank and crazed, felt the new memories in his mind and began to laugh maniacally again.

However, this time, his manic laughter contained no despair or anger, only boundless joy...

With a thought, he clicked a small red dot in the lower left corner of his view. Without even needing any flesh-repairing agents, the piercing wound in Mayuri's abdomen, along with some nerve damage left from the brutal memory indoctrination, simply vanished into thin air.
Two Mayuri Kurotsuchi with the same manic smiles, only slightly different in their clothing, left together.

After calmly watching the scene unfold, Aizen suddenly chuckled. He looked up at the sky, and with a slight thought, layers upon layers of massive, illusory city images appeared in the sky.

Karakura Town, the Soul Society's Seireitei, and a part of Las Noches are intertwined to create a small world.

And countless, innumerable worlds, perhaps thousands, tens of thousands, or even tens of millions or hundreds of billions, intertwine and overlap.

It is like a vast and boundless book of the world.

It's like a game map that's being refined into every detail, pieced together from all the details, with all the historical archives mixed together.

From the moment Fang Zheng first arrived in this world and observed everything through Kurosaki Ichigo's naked eye, until this very moment, as the background story observed by the Atomic Concerto continues to be refined, other spirit worlds and various forces have gradually appeared outside of the Soul Society, creating a rich background.

From the initial rudimentary background setting to the increasingly detailed one now, every change that Founder captures at any given moment is recorded and transformed into maps.

All of this, without exception, was calculated by Fangzheng.

Aizen could see a small red dot in the lower left corner of his vision, and with a slight thought, he could click on it.

Thus, through this little red dot, he can freely travel to any area of ​​all these maps according to his own will, freely modify himself, freely erase his injuries, and freely add to or modify his memories.

It also allows you to freely choose to communicate with any entity on any historical map.

Of course, just like making a phone call, you need the other party's consent.

At least, Fangzheng will not allow them to harass other characters unconditionally.

Taking a deep breath, Aizen tapped the red dot in the lower left corner of his view, searched briefly, and found a chat group called "Aizen Sosuke Alliance," which he then joined.

With a mere thought, Aizen vanished into thin air and arrived in an unimaginably vast laboratory.

In the laboratory, there were countless, unimaginably numerous, numbering in the hundreds of billions, trillions, or even more—the Aizens, Mayuri Kurotsuchi, Kisuke Urahara, Szayelaporro…

People, whether familiar or unfamiliar to Aizen, but all possessing scientific research capabilities, are conducting all sorts of strange and unusual experiments and theoretical studies here.

No need to worry about energy, resources, or computing power...

Countless researchers are now studying all those technical details, large and small, of various types, that were previously not fully studied due to limitations in time and energy.

In fact, this group includes not only characters from the main storyline like Aizen and Kisuke Urahara, but also ordinary researchers from the Technology Development Bureau.

There are also countless other new beings created from scratch by these people, whose brains or computing devices are artificially manufactured and then arbitrarily adjusted, and who are instilled with different kinds of memories or taught different types of teachings. These new beings are constantly being added to the mix.

Standing in this enormous laboratory, Aizen softly called out, "Fang Zheng..."

"What's wrong?" The figure of the ordinary-looking boy then appeared.

Aizen turned to look at the young man Fang Zheng beside him and said, "So, this is what you call a backup..."

"Calculate all of us, every single second, every single one of us."

Looking at the countless people in the laboratory, Aizen said, "Come to think of it, this isn't all of them."

“We will record and process all the historical backups of every version and every time we complete the most minute background story.”

"So, after you performed the calculations, you shouldn't have deleted the historical records of each of us, which were changed due to interactions with other characters."

"In that case, for each version of the historical record that has changed and the historical record that has not changed, have you performed the same calculations?"

Fang Zheng nodded.

"Heh..." Aizen slapped his face in exasperation. He stared blankly at the ordinary, uninteresting boy in front of him, the kind of boy you see everywhere on the street, who called himself Fangzheng. He couldn't help but mutter, "So that's how it is... It really is..."

"You're a monster..."

(End of this chapter)