Death: This Death is a bit unorthodox.

"Sorry, this kid was too arrogant, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I sent him to meet his ancestors."

Ginjou looked up and glanced at the tall, slender young man behind the nobleman. Judging from the defined jawline under the hood, he could tell just how stunning that face was.

The young man, dressed in a black cloak, looked like a villain who couldn't be brought to the light.

Just as Ginjo Kūgo was about to take a step, the nobleman, who lay dead with his eyes wide open, stared at him from the ground, as if warning him not to even think about running away.

Suppressing his fear, Ginjo Kūgo asked in a trembling voice, "Who are you?"

"Hmm, that's right, who am I... what name should I use?"

Aozaki Mayuki murmured, stroking her chin, completely ignoring Ginjo Kugo in front of her. After a moment's thought, she clapped her hands, as if she had come up with a good idea.

“I’ve got it. Just call me… Sephiroth. I like that name.”

"Do you know what this name means? In Latin, it means the outflow of divinity. What do you think? Pretty good, right?"

"No...not bad."

Ginjou was somewhat embarrassed by Aozaki Mayuki's sudden enthusiasm.

"Young man, do you have any money? I'm a little hungry." Aozaki Mayuki grabbed Ginjo Kūgo's hand.

Is this guy some kind of psychopath who escaped from Soul Society? Ginjo Kūgo wondered.

"Kid, I admire you. You seem to have a lot of loyalty!" Aozaki Mayuki sat sprawled out in his seat, eating grilled meat and drinking shochu poured from a small porcelain bottle.

The shop was completely empty at that moment; not even the owner or his figure could be seen.

There's no way around it; in this day and age, anyone who sees bowls and chopsticks flying out of thin air or food suddenly disappearing would be so terrified that they'd want to run as far away as possible.

"Can Grim Reapers eat human food?" asked Ginjo Kūgo.

"I've still breathed the air of this world, do I look like something's wrong?"

Aozaki Mayuki rolled her eyes, thinking that the young man in front of her seemed a bit dim-witted.

"The basic substance that constitutes the Soul Society is spirit particles, while the basic substance that constitutes the human world is vessel particles."

As Aozaki Mayuki spoke, she pointed to the grilled meat in front of her.

"That being said, spiritual particles do exist in the real world, whether in the air, in grilled meat, or even in the human body."

Ginjou Kūgo scratched his head somewhat awkwardly. After thinking it over carefully, he realized that his question was indeed a bit silly. After much deliberation, he decided to ask something more useful.

Why did you kill that man?

"Because I have a grudge against them."

"But aren't they the rulers of Soul Society? You're a criminal from Soul Society?"

"No, strictly speaking, I can also be considered one of the administrators of Soul Society."

Aozaki Mayuki waved his hand dismissively, saying, "It doesn't matter."

"That good-for-nothing is talking big. The Tsunayo family does have the ability to influence the order of Soul Society, but it's not their place to rule Soul Society."

"In the end, as long as you have power, no amount of authority can make decisions for you."

After a moment of silence, Ginjo Kūgo asked the most crucial question: "Why did you bring me here? Will you kill me?"

"I won't kill you." Aozaki Mayuki smiled brightly. "Come with me, kid."

Chapter 146 Adjuchas

"What if I refuse?" Ginjou Kūgo asked tentatively.

This guy on the other side doesn't look reliable at all.

Working for the Tsunayo family was alright, since we'd spent several years together.

But Sephiroth wanted to subdue him the moment they met. If he agreed too easily, he would not only lose face, but it would also be very dangerous.

"I'm not discussing this with you, kid!"

As Aozaki Mayuki spoke, he drew his Zanpakuto from his waist and swung it lightly. A white crescent-shaped sword beam grazed past Ginjo Kūgo's body, slicing a trench hundreds of meters long behind him.

Cold sweat trickled down Ginjo Kūgo's forehead as he swallowed hard, suppressing his fear.

He turned his head blankly and saw the pupils of the person behind him shrink sharply.

He's insane! He's a complete madman!

I can't sense any spiritual pressure, so how can it be so strong?

Fortunately, the two were in the suburbs. If they were in the city center, how many people would have died from a single blow?!

"Don't worry, it doesn't matter even if there are people around."

"After a person dies, their soul goes to the Soul Society and can still live there. However, after a few decades, they will completely forget their memories of the present world."

As Aozaki Mayuki spoke, he suddenly paused, realizing that he had spent quite some time in Soul Society and that he had not yet experienced any memory loss.

But that's not important. Coming to his senses, he looked at the young man in front of him and continued:

"And your answer? I have things to do in this world, I don't have time to waste on you, or do you want me to chop your head off with the next stroke?"

…………

"Lord Sephiroth."

Ginjou Kūgo's voice pulled Aozaki Maki's thoughts back from the past to the present.

"The gathering place of the Void is just ahead."

"They even used special methods to isolate the spiritual pressure in this area. It seems these guys are no ordinary people!"

Aozaki Mayuki shrugged, looking rather "surprised," and then stepped inside.

"Lord Domilo!" Eagle Wing Void landed steadily in a room surrounded by high, dark walls and bowed respectfully to a body even larger than itself.

The owner of the enormous body is over ten meters tall and looks like a pale ape.

The Hollows around him bowed to him, and it was clear that this ape-like Hollow named "Domino" was the leader of the Hollows.

Domilo nodded slightly, and the walls of the dark room began to shake, with violent tremors coming from the ground.

The black bodies surrounded the Hollows like city walls; as far as the eye could see, it was a fortress composed of the lowest-ranking Hollows, the Gillian.

The Kyrians all have the same appearance, wearing clown-like long-nosed white masks, and their huge bodies, resembling witch's cloaks, are nearly fifty meters tall, looking like small black mountains from a distance.

"Have you found enough high-level spiritual souls?" Domilo gripped Eagle Wing Void with his thick arm and asked in a muffled voice.

"Not yet, sir," Eagle Wing said cautiously.

This being is someone it cannot afford to offend—an Adjuchas-class Hollow.

It is merely the lowest level of illusion.

Let alone this lord, even his lowest-ranking Hollow Giriyan could easily crush him into dust.

"Then keep searching! All of you, go find one hundred qualified souls. If you can't find any, we'll all be sent to Lord Szayelaporro's experimental table!"

Domilo roared and slammed his fist into the ground, creating a large crater.

Yet, beneath those threatening words lay an undisguised sense of fear.

Unlike the intellectually challenged Gillians, the ordinary Hollows sensed the fear in their voices and took a deep breath.

They wouldn't mock this powerful mid-level Hollow, because they were just as afraid.

Every Hollow living under the rule of Barragan, the King of Hueco Mundo, knows how terrifying this chief researcher of Las Noches is.

The cruel experiments conducted by this Vasto Lorde-class Hollow were so brutal that even fellow Hollows found them somewhat unacceptable.

"what!"

As the Hollows reminisced about their lives in Hueco Mundo, a Gillian suddenly sprang into action, casually taking a step and crushing a Hollow to death.

"What's going on? Why are the Kyrians causing a disturbance?"

“Someone has invaded our territory; I can feel the spiritual pressure of death.”

The gathered Void beings immediately erupted into a cacophony of noise.

"Death?" Domilo smiled, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

He felt a spiritual pressure at the level of a professional Shinigami (death god).

Although not considered strong, regardless of strength, being able to become a Grim Reaper means that one is an excellent soul, that is, an excellent experimental subject.

Domilo pounded his chest with his thick arms and laughed loudly, "Bring him here, alive! Lord Szayelaporro likes him alive!"

"Yes." The group of Void creatures responded excitedly. By capturing this Grim Reaper, their chances of survival increased.

They wanted to continue evolving, not just to become the superior Adjuchas and Vastodes, but also driven by an endless, uncontrollable urge to devour.

"Lord Sephiroth, is this really alright?"

As Ginjo Kugo watched the Hollows soaring through the sky, hurtling across the ground, and swaying between houses, he couldn't help but swallow hard.

He was highly talented, having absorbed the Shinigami power of ordinary Shinigami, and his spiritual pressure was approaching that of a Seat Officer. However, he still couldn't help feeling apprehensive when faced with such a large number of Hollows.

Moreover, those approaching him were not just ordinary Soul Reapers with spiritual pressure levels; some Soul Reapers even had spiritual pressure levels higher than his.

"Don't worry, they're just a bunch of small fry." Aozaki Mayuki waved his hand, looking relaxed, completely unconcerned about these terrifying monsters.

"But those guys must be pretty strong, right?"

Ginjou Kugo raised his hand and pointed into the distance, his legs feeling weak as he looked at the rows of black hills.

Even from such a distance, the spiritual pressure emanating from those black hills still exerted immense pressure on him.

"Impressive?" Aozaki Mayuki laughed as if she had heard a funny joke. "The 'small fry' I'm talking about includes those guys too, and their owners as well."

"Their master?" Ginjo Kūgo stared in astonishment.

This enormous, jet-black creature looked dull, but its spiritual pressure was clearly far greater than his own. What was terrifying was that this thing, which could crush him with its feet, actually had an owner!

What level of power would the owner of this thing possess?

And what kind of power does Sephiroth, who calls them trash, actually possess?!

“That’s about enough.” Looking at the approaching Hollows, Aozaki Mayuki suddenly said, “But since there are so many, let’s do a long-awaited incantation.”

"The heart of the south, the pupil of the north, the fingertips of the west, the heels of the east. Gathered with the wind, dispersed by the rain."