Minecraft: Steve came to the back room

He had long ago discovered that this world was neither the Shiki Realm nor the present world as he knew it.

The moment Yang Bo appeared, he sensed the impending danger of death; it was a message from the depths of his soul.

As the mist appeared, Kisuke Urahara glanced at it before stepping into it.

When the fog dissipates.

Yang Bo immediately took out a peculiar Zanpakuto that was about one and a half meters long. It looked as if it was carved from blue crystal, and the long handle was wrapped with white bandages.

"Isn't this the War God's Blade from the Annoyami Village? When did it become a Zanpakuto?!"

Chapter 139 Your Name

"??? (Sealed state)"

"Attack 33"

"Sharp V"

Undead Slayer V

"Fire Attachment V"

"Armor Penetration V"

"Robbery of V"

"Infinite Durability"

"P.S.: This is a sealed Zanpakuto. As long as you shout the release phrase + the sword's name, it will enter its Shikai state..."

"You call this a Zanpakuto? It's already enchanted, you know? You're not even going to pretend anymore, are you?!"

Despite his complaints, Yang Bo had to admit that this 'Zanpakuto' was really amazing.

Both its appearance and attributes surpass all the weapons he currently uses.

Especially the "robbery of V" really resonated with him.

With a gentle swing of his Zanpakuto, a special power surged from his body into the blade.

That's the spiritual pressure from the world of Bleach, but... it's been digitized.

"99/100"

'How do you train a Shinigami's spiritual pressure again? Never mind, knowing Urahara Kisuke's personality, he'll definitely come back.'

Whether it's Kisuke Urahara or Aizen, they always want to control everything. If they encounter unknown variables and don't try to understand them, they can't even sleep peacefully.

"Yang Bo, the partygoers have shown up at the school."

Samantha's voice brought Yang Bo back to his senses.

"Good good!"

He sheathed his Zanpakuto, picked up Samantha from the ground, and strode towards Level 52:

"He's truly choosing the path to hell over the path to heaven!"

Walking through the bamboo door of the shop on the first floor, I arrived at the school cafeteria. As soon as I arrived, I saw some colorful ribbons and balloons in the originally clean and tidy cafeteria, and some graffiti on the walls.

It felt like someone was throwing a party.

"day!"

My house has been burgled!

With a thought, the graffiti on the wall and the scattered ribbons disappeared, but the colorful balloons remained floating in the cafeteria.

"This is outrageous!"

Zero and Wright, who stayed at the school, walked in from outside the cafeteria.

"head!"

"head!"

"how is the situation?"

Zero looked somewhat disheveled, stained with bits of paper and blood.

"More than a dozen partygoers suddenly appeared at the school, but they have been dealt with now."

How are you doing?

"It's alright, boss. What do we do next?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than some ginger-colored partygoers popped out right under the three men's noses.

These partygoers have the ability to freely cut into and out of layers, which is the main reason why they can leave traces and graffiti on every layer.

Yang Bo raised his golden Desert Eagle and aimed it at the partygoers, but someone was a little faster than him!

The spoilsport Wilson, carrying a short-handled black and red battle axe, also appeared beside the partygoers, passing through the wall.

With a swift motion, the axe fell, its surface gleaming faintly.

A partygoer was beheaded by Wilson and could not be revived.

Bang... Bang...

Yang Bo pulled the trigger repeatedly, and Wright also took out his TT pistol, but its power seemed a bit low against the fully armed partygoers.

boom…

In less than ten seconds, more than a dozen partygoers collapsed to the ground.

Yang Bo walked straight toward Wilson, picking up the items that had fallen to the ground along the way.

"I need to find ways to limit the number of party guests."

Partygoers shouldn't die in vain; every partygoer has its value.

Wilson put away the axe in his hand, which was clearly no ordinary weapon.

“These brainless partygoers are all henchmen of the party master. If you want to completely eliminate this threat, you need to delve into the realm of pleasure, find the party master, and kill or restrain him.”

"Party leader? Great!"

With a thought, Yang Bo controlled a balloon in the restaurant to float over. Just as he was about to reach out, Wilson suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist.

"I will go with you."

"I won't die, but it's too dangerous for you to go."

Wilson applied a little more pressure to his hand and raised his voice slightly:

"The war for pleasure has not stopped, and I can help you find the location of the party master."

Yang Bo looked at Wilson and understood what the other man meant: the war of pleasure had never stopped, and he was not a deserter.

He pulled out three gleaming gold "resurrection coins" from his backpack.

"Take this, I'll buy your life. If you survive, you'll follow me from now on."

Wilson looked at the "resurrection coin" that Yang Bo handed him. Although he didn't know what it was, he saw a glimmer of hope for revenge.

"it is good."

"Wait a moment, I need to get the battle preparations ready!"

The main task is to empty your backpack and then bring "fire salt", "water gun", food and some potions.

He held the arm-length fire salt in his hand.

"I wonder if the party leader will like this gift."

He returned to the cafeteria, but Anna and Nezuko were with him.

"Let me introduce you. This is Anna, my employee, logistics manager, salesperson, and personal maid... and this is Nezuko."

"Next, Anna will be in charge of handing over your supplies, and Nezuko will be responsible for your safety to prevent the party guests from retaliating."

"Boss, I'll go with you too."

Zero's eyes were incredibly focused; he wanted to fight alongside Yang Bo.

"No, you have a more important task."

They took out a campfire and placed it on the floor of the canteen, then immediately equipped Zero with a "large backpack," and then handed him some "memory potions."

"Hold the potion up to the campfire, think about binding, and stay here for now without moving around."

"Anna, don't forget what I told you."

"Okay, boss, you... be careful."

Anna nodded in agreement, her eyes filled with worry. She could sense that Yang Bo was genuinely angry this time.

Yang Bo glanced around at the people in the room, a smile playing on his lips: "As the saying goes, the victor is king and the loser is villain. If we win, we'll celebrate properly; if we lose, we'll pack our bags and run away. Wilson, we should go."

"it is good."

Wilson gave a succinct reply, picked up the black and red axe again, and then put his hand on Yang Bo's shoulder.

"Okay."

Upon hearing this, Yang Bo didn't waste any time and immediately reached out and grabbed the balloon string in front of him.

The next moment, the surrounding environment changed.

boom!

He shot and killed the partygoer who was eyeing him menacingly.

This shot heralded his arrival.

The faint sounds of laughter and party music from the pleasure level became clearer.

At the same time, a burst of rousing music also rang out from Yang Bo's body.

It was a bright morning.

The sound of pigeons whistling accompanied the reveille.

But the world is not at peace.