Death: This Death is a bit unorthodox.

That woman was a carefully selected experimental subject by the family, to test whether offspring could inherit the fragments of the Spirit King within their parents.

As the last member of the family to be separated from the main branch, he naturally had no choice and accepted the marriage with an indifferent attitude.

He had no interest in the family's experiments and wanted to see Ge Kuang's helpless and painful reaction after learning the truth, so he told Ge Kuang the truth on their wedding night.

But that despicable woman had already seen through everything, and still treated him like an innocent child, mistaking his malice for childish playfulness.

As Tsunayoshi Tokina thought of this, he gritted his teeth, thinking that he should have let that woman live and continue to suffer the pain of the experiment, so that he wouldn't have to keep thinking about her.

However, given that woman's personality, she would probably just smile and remain silent to comfort herself, and just thinking about that expression makes one angry!

He turned his head, and the smile on his lips became even more twisted...

A dark figure stood beside him!

That's incredibly fast, I didn't even feel it. Just how strong is this guy?

That damn outfit made it impossible for me to sense any real spiritual pressure, but I'll probably get the same result if I try again.

The torrential rain lashed at the person beside him, the water droplets enveloping him like a layer of shimmering light. The flames he had used earlier were as terrifying as when he faced that old man, Yamamoto.

Tsunayoshi Tokina coughed up a mouthful of blood, but was too weak to struggle. Blood gushed out, and the excessive blood loss caused brain hypoxia, making him lose consciousness and his vision gradually blur.

Although he knew he was doomed, Tsunayoshi Tokinada sensed that the other party didn't intend to let him go so easily.

Those eyes, as black as ink, were truly beautiful, devoid of even a trace of pity.

Aozaki Mayuki was observing Tsunayoshiro Tokinada, and was filled with intense curiosity about the Yanluo Mirror in his hand, which, like the Banshou Senra, had the ability to imitate Zanpakuto.

However, the former consumes the user's soul, while the latter does not have this drawback.

In that case, the myriad phenomena of the universe are still the best.

The soul is the origin of a person. Whether it is the Grim Reaper, Hollow, or human, the essence of existence is the soul, and even the slightest damage to it can have a huge impact.

Just as Tsunayoshi Tokinada regained a sliver of consciousness and before he could even realize if he was experiencing a final burst of lucidity, he saw Aozaki Mayuki snatch the Enra Mirror.

"Is he going to kill himself with that knife? How wicked!"

Tsuna sighed inwardly, but his smile remained unchanged.

To kill oneself with one's own Zanpakuto is the greatest insult to a Shinigami.

Although the knife did not belong to him, he was the one using it.

"What an annoying look! I don't want to look at you a second time!" Aozaki Mayuki raised his Zanpakuto, and bursts of flames erupted from it.

Tsunayoshi Tokinada then realized that the other party wanted to completely erase the traces of his existence in this world.

Aozaki Mayuki stored the Myriad Manifestations at her waist, gripped the Mirror of Beauty tightly in her right hand, slowly turned around, and strode forward into the distance.

The dark red flames that had been swirling around him gradually dissipated, and the repulsive, unruly child vanished as well, as if he had never existed, or as if he had simply been a pile of dust on the ground.

"Begging me is useless. I don't want to use you. I don't want to weaken my soul." Aozaki Mayuki lowered her head and stared at the Yanluo Mirror in her hand, speaking softly.

“I reduced my soul in order to maintain my own existence; otherwise, I could not have survived to this day.”

His tone was surprisingly gentle, even somewhat respectful.

“But I have other options. In the end, a Zanpakuto is just a vessel. What I need is for you to accept me.”

Chapter 222 The Mirror of Beauty

Squad 12, Technology Development Bureau.

The bright red "Warning" sign on the large screen finally stopped flashing, and the deafening alarms that had been echoing throughout the underground research institute also came to an abrupt halt.

Kisuke Urahara tilted his head back and let out a long sigh of relief.

"How lucky I am that everything important is safe and sound. I'm so glad I had the foresight to store and preserve the experimental data and research results separately," he murmured to himself.

"Mr. Mayuri Kurotsuchi, how are things on your end? Have you lost any valuables?"

"Hmph, I'm not the director, how could I have the right to have a special place to store my research results!"

Mayuri Kurotsuchi showed no sign of disappointment or sadness; instead, he gave a nonchalant, cold laugh.

"It doesn't matter, I don't have anything of value here anyway, all the research is in its early stages."

"So what if they steal those documents?"

"Completely useless!"

"So it seems the situation isn't too bad."

Kisuke Urahara's expression turned slightly serious as he analyzed:

"The intrusion lasted only ten minutes."

"The intruders first created chaos on the surface to distract us, and then took the opportunity to sneak into the underground research facility... Hmm, they were quick and efficient!"

"Although we haven't lost any important research results so far, we don't know what he did in those ten minutes."

"And he caused a lot of losses to the Technology Development Bureau this time... The cleanup work will not be easy."

"Although I'm worried that the money needed to clean up the mess will be an astonishing figure, you know that's not the biggest problem..."

Mayuri Kurotsuchi said calmly:

“I don’t know what you’re worried about, but since your experimental results are still there, it means he hasn’t discovered your ‘secret’.”

"If he had seen the experimental data, he would know that it was a result you obtained by chance, something that you might not be able to create even if you had the data."

“That makes sense.” Kisuke Urahara nodded. “However, this intrusion incident still needs to be reported. It would be great if Captain-Commander Yamamoto could allocate some funds for repairs.”

“That’s not my problem, but the intruders this time clearly know a lot about the Technology Development Bureau. You have to find a way to deal with this,” Mayuri Kurotsuchi said. “My research is about to move to the next stage, and I don’t want this to happen again.”

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Kisuke Urahara said, displeased. "You're the deputy director of the Technology Development Bureau, how could this not be your business?"

"Ridiculous! As the deputy director of this Technology Development Bureau, besides doing some experiments and research every day, have you given me any other power?"

Mayuri Kurotsuchi turned and left, having absolutely no interest in continuing the conversation with this shameless guy.

…………

Aozaki Mayuki pushed open the door, looked up at the torrential rain, wiped the rain off his face, and walked into the mansion that the Tsunayo family had given him.

The quaint and elegant bathroom door opened, revealing a bathtub with just the right water temperature. Only after sitting down in the tub did I turn around.

Through the exquisite wooden window, on the other side was a curtain of drizzling rain, and the cool breeze made him feel relaxed.

A woman with short pink hair stood by the window, looking dreamlike and as if she would disappear with the soft breeze.

She looked this way, took two steps to the front, sat down by the bathtub, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

"You're quite good-looking," Aozaki Mayuki said softly, leaning against the edge of the bathtub and looking up at that captivating face.

"This is the body you gave me, this is the image you wanted to give me in your heart, I simply chose to accept it!" Yan Luo Jingdian's voice echoed in every corner of the bathroom.

"Your personality has really changed a lot! You weren't like this before," Aozaki Mayuki teased.

"After all, it has existed for millions of years, so of course it should know how to be flexible in dealing with people. Now you can't get rid of it even if you want to. Dog~ Xiu~ Jin~ Sa~ Ma~ (Master)."

Yanluo Jingdian reached out and lifted Aozaki Mayuki's chin, uttering the name that would make ordinary people feel ashamed, word by word.

This woman is the Zanpakuto that has been passed down for a million years by the Tsunayoshiro family.

Aozaki Mayuki snatched it from Tsunayoshi Tokinada, preserving its formless sword spirit. After the sword lost its essence, it disintegrated into fragments of spirit particles.

He had already performed the process of accepting the Zanpakuto's original form once.

The dew and pomegranate still reside in his inner world, and now this woman is in the same situation.

At this moment, there was a clear, ethereal connection between Aozaki Mayuki and this woman. The term "master" was not a sarcastic remark, but a true reflection of their current relationship.

The Enra Mirror, the Zanpakuto heirloom of the Tsunayo family, was unceremoniously... taken by Aozaki Mayuki!

Yan Luojingdian was dressed in a shimmering silver Valkyrie armor, with a pair of long, silver armored boots on her feet. From her waist down to her legs, she was covered with a layer of snow-white, fan-like feather decorations.

This outfit made Aozaki Mayuki feel very familiar, because the person in front of her seemed to be modeled after "Thunder Sister".

She and the Myriad Realms sisters should travel together to the world of Final Fantasy and embark on a thrilling and exhilarating crystal fantasy adventure! Aozaki Mayuki thought.

He has always loved the Final Fantasy series of games.

The movie "Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children" led him into that fantastical world.

Although the plot of the film was not complicated, its exquisite character models deeply attracted him.

From then on, he began to explore the series of games and embarked on his own Crystal Fantasy journey.

I wonder if this world will develop in the same way as the previous one.

But even if they were the same, it wouldn't seem to make a difference, since he didn't have the talent to develop games, and Square Enix hadn't even been founded yet; it would probably be decades before the game was released...

and many more……

Surrounded by so many geniuses, it's indeed difficult to openly ask them for help with something done secretly, but developing games doesn't seem to be something that can be done in the open.

Especially someone as playful as Kisuke Urahara would definitely not refuse, and might even be extremely grateful to me for coming up with such a brilliant idea!

"This armor looks a lot like the kind the Quincy used to wear! Do you perhaps like Western knights?"

"But Wanxiang Senra and the others are wearing kimonos. Your tastes are really hard to fathom!"

Yan Luojing looked down at the armor she was wearing.

"And this design is really strange. I've seen Quincy's armor covering their entire bodies completely."

"This armor has holes here and there, can it really provide any protection?"

"You don't understand. With our strength, why would we need armor for protection?" Aozaki Mayuki nodded smugly. "Half-concealed beauty can create a sense of mystery, which is a noble aesthetic!"

Chapter 223 Expectations

Aizen Sousuke stretched out his slightly trembling hand and slowly turned off the constantly flashing electronic screen.

As the only light source was extinguished, the entire laboratory was instantly plunged into endless darkness, as if shrouded by a mysterious and oppressive force.

He stood quietly in place, taking deep breaths and trying to calm himself down.

Time passed second by second, and finally, when he felt his heart return to peace, he gently reached out and opened the glass cover, his gaze fixed on the black coal ball that had grown ever larger.

Then, he took two steps forward, gracefully removing the black robe he was wearing, and then donned the haori that symbolized his captaincy, carefully tidying his messy hair.