Why are all of us who transmigrated at the same time demons?

Just as the first strike is an instinct lingering in the soul, once the first strike exhausts the remaining aftertaste, one naturally becomes a complete novice.

The boy and girl... uh... the old female ghost took a historic step, a step that may be etched in the annals of the Three Realms. But at this moment, a group of cunning old men are lurking in the shadows of this scene.

Kisuke Urahara secretly observes everything with the help of the corresponding equipment, and no one can see through his thoughts.

Aizen, however, was unfazed by this scene; everything was still within his plan.

Kurosaki Isshin pretended to be attacked and fainted. In reality, although he had not yet been able to regain his full spiritual power, he had a plan for what had happened based on his rich experience.

........

The wheels of the Three Realms, long since rusted, began to turn with difficulty at this moment.

Chapter 168 Death God: Brother

From that day on, Ichigo Kurosaki lived a life of going to class and killing Hollows. As for the fact that a transfer student who looked like a teenage girl but was actually a hundred-year-old woman had moved into his house, that was not worth mentioning.

During this time, he also experienced a lot: Orihime's brother, Chad's parrot, Uryu Ishida, a Quincy descendant who harbored great hostility towards the Grim Reaper and was determined to settle scores with him, and he even encountered the Grand Fisher, the Hollow who had harmed his mother and had an extremely vicious temperament.

His experiences during this period could easily fill an adventure novel; they were incredibly exciting and fulfilling. However, he always felt a void inside, as if something was missing.

Ichigo Kurosaki knew why. Ever since the day he awakened his Shinigami powers, he had never met the little boy who claimed to be his younger brother, named Kazuyuki Kurosaki.

He had initially mentioned this to Rukia, wanting to ask if it was something that came with becoming a Shinigami.

Upon hearing this, Rukia gave him a look that seemed to say something like, "You kid, you're really that talented." Rukia's explanation was rather vague; she simply said that this was a higher level of Shinigami training, and that he hadn't truly reached it yet, otherwise he would have been able to unleash the power of his Zanpakuto.

But don't worry, it takes a normal Grim Reaper years to reach this level.

"This is still the case of exceptional talent; many Shinigami never even get close to it before they die," Rukia comforted her.

Ichigo Kurosaki felt something was strange. It was as if the name Ichigo Kurosaki was being blocked by something. No matter how he tried to say it, he couldn't bring himself to say it. The name could only echo in his heart.

Although he wasn't quite sure what Rukia meant by "Shikai," Ichigo's intuition told him that Ichigo's Zanpakuto Shikai was not, or at least not entirely, the so-called Shikai.

This wonderful yet ordinary life made Ichigo feel very fulfilled, until that day came... The Darkness of the Rainstorm!

Rainy night, overpass, Maybach... Okay! As for why there's an overpass in Karakura Town, which is just a small town? And why Ichigo, a high school student, is chasing someone in a Maybach, you can only ask the two bored directors.

Rukia was taken away! But he could only fall helplessly at the enemy's feet; the gap between them and him was simply too great.

He couldn't even see the speed of his opponent, and was stabbed twice by the enemy without realizing it.

He felt his power rapidly draining away. According to that arrogant bastard, his Soul Sleep and Lock Knot had been pierced. This was the source of the Grim Reaper's spiritual power, which meant he would no longer be the Grim Reaper.

Later, he saw that idiot Ishida jump out again. Humph! What do you mean by going to the craft shop? That Ishida guy is just saying one thing and meaning another.

But it's no use. Ishida might not be able to beat him, let alone face that terrifying person.

As expected, Uryu Ishida quickly collapsed and bled on the spot.

Then he heard the sound of wooden clogs, and vaguely saw the edge of a dark green overcoat. Who was coming? Reinforcements?

He later learned that it was the strange shopkeeper, Kisuke Urahara, who saved him and Ishida, and that he was even willing to help Ichigo Kurosaki regain his spiritual power.

The training was more rigorous and dangerous than Ichigo Kurosaki had imagined; he needed to find his true Zanpakuto and his true power.

Faced with the life-or-death pressure exerted by the shopkeeper, Kurosaki Ichigo once again entered that dark blue space and met the black-haired boy, Kurosaki Kazuyuki.

"Are you... my Zanpakuto?" Kurosaki Ichigo asked.

"What do you think, brother?" the boy tilted his head and asked in a cute way.

Although many things and many people told him that Kurosaki Kazuyuki was his Zanpakuto.

But Ichigo Kurosaki always felt that the other person was not, or rather, not entirely.

Kurosaki Ichigo shook his head hesitantly. Seeing Kurosaki Ichigo shake his head, Kurosaki Kazuyuki suddenly became very happy.

"Brother, are you asking me for power this time?" Kurosaki Kazuyuki skipped over to Kurosaki Ichigo, stood on tiptoe, and took Ichigo's large hand as they walked through the eerie, dark blue modern city.

"Can you give me power?" Kurosaki Ichigo's eyes held a complex expression.

Kurosaki Kazuyuki raised his head somewhat cutely and poked his chin with his slender white fingers.

“The place my brother is going to this time is quite exclusive, inhabited by a bunch of old-fashioned people, so we can’t entrust all our resources to him for the time being.”

"Moreover, with my brother's current mindset, he is not yet able to control the full power."

"My heart?" Kurosaki Ichigo asked, somewhat puzzled.

“Yes!” Kurosaki Kazuyuki stood on the clouds, like a small god. “Although my brother has a complete bloodline, he has a pure human heart.”

"The human heart is fragile; it trembles at the sight of blood and becomes cowardly in the face of battle."

"The instincts of living beings have a bloodthirsty fighting side, but more often they are about self-preservation, survival, and avoiding harm. A heart of steel that has not been forged in blood and fire cannot control its instincts."

"Brother, strive to transform into a warrior, transform into a king!" Kurosaki Kazuyuki suddenly became spirited. "Until your heart becomes strong, this is all the strength I can give you."

Kurosaki Kazuyuu pulled a Zanpakuto shaped like a long, narrow crescent moon from the clouds and threw it into Kurosaki Ichigo's hand.

"The name of this knife is..."

In reality, Ichigo Kurosaki opened his eyes just before Benihime appeared before him.

A dazzling wave of spiritual pressure instantly tore through the crimson spiritual energy unleashed by Benihime, splitting the earth in two. Urahara Kisuke's expression turned grim; even his green striped fisherman's hat was cracked by the impact of the strike.

"This spiritual pressure! It's already so powerful right after awakening?" Kisuke Urahara sensed Ichigo Kurosaki's spiritual pressure, which had surged to its limit and was now gradually decreasing.

"It seems his power hasn't been fully unleashed yet; what terrifying talent!" Kisuke Urahara suddenly felt more confident about this trip to Soul Society, as Ichigo Kurosaki's performance had slightly exceeded his expectations.

"Haha, Mr. Kurosaki, it's quite a powerful sword!" Kisuke Urahara instantly dropped his serious expression and began to play dumb as usual.

Ichigo Kurosaki ignored Kisuke Urahara's somewhat clumsy performance. He gently stroked the massive Zangetsu Blade, a strange loneliness welling up inside him.

"Zangetsu! Isn't this the real you, Kazuyuu?"

Chapter 169 Death: A Two-Person Chat Group

After entering Soul Society, Ichigo Kurosaki displayed immense power, defeating Ikkaku Madarame, the third seat of the 11th Division, and his former rival, Renji Abarai, the lieutenant of the 6th Division, until he encountered his most terrifying opponent.

Kenpachi Zaraki, captain of the 11th Division, the strongest fighting Grim Reaper, and a walking demon of war.

The opponent was an unprecedentedly powerful foe, so strong that it was unbelievable. At one point, he was able to withstand the Zanpakuto's attack simply by unconsciously emanating spiritual pressure from his body.

But so what? Even if he's the captain, can we really bring him down like this?

No, Rukia is still waiting for him to save her, and there's Chad, Ishida, Inoue, and the others. I have to bring them all back to the real world without leaving a single one behind. How can I fall here!

"Exchange?"

Kurosaki Kazuyuki suddenly appeared and asked Kurosaki Ichigo a question.

"Use a quarter of your life in exchange for the power to defeat Kenpachi Zaraki."

Upon hearing Ichigo Kurosaki's question, a hint of doubt flashed in Ichigo Kurosaki's eyes, but he quickly answered without hesitation.

"Take it! Take a quarter of my life, I'm going to save Rukia!"

Kurosaki Kazuyuki was slightly taken aback by Kurosaki Ichigo's decisiveness. He stared directly into Kurosaki Ichigo's pupils, which resembled burning amber, and within them lay a lion.

He burst into laughter, laughing heartily.

"Brother, you've grown up. You truly have the heart of a fighter now."

"Take it! Take my power! Use it to your heart's content!"

A terrifying spiritual pressure erupted from the depths of Ichigo Kurosaki's soul. Kenpachi Zaraki, who was about to leave, suddenly turned around in astonishment and watched as the enemy he should have cut down slowly rose.

"Hahahahaha!"

Kenpachi Zaraki let out a sinister laugh that sounded like that of a demon.

"Although I don't know what happened, it's really great to have a guy as tough as you!"

"Come on! Let me see if you, after your rebirth, can bring me even a shred of joy!"

"As you wish!" Kurosaki Ichigo's entire body was engulfed in blue flames, a terrifying spiritual pressure that had become almost tangible.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Accompanied by Kenpachi Zaraki's joyful and unrestrained laughter, the two Zanpakuto, each carrying the power to split mountains, clashed together.

The terrifying spiritual pressure conflict could be felt even from across most of the Seireitei.

"This is outrageous! As the captain, how dare he act so presumptuously in the Seireitei!" In the First Division barracks, Captain-Commander Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni opened his eyes, which were filled with hidden glints of shrewdness, and showed slight dissatisfaction.

In the Fourth Division's barracks, the Fourth Division Captain, Retsu Unohana, who resembled a Yamato Nadeshiko (ideal Japanese woman), quietly examined medical records, seemingly indifferent to everything. However, deep within her eyes, a sword demon, prostrate amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, roared, excitedly witnessing the spectacular battle in the distance.

“One of them is the Beast of the Eleventh Division, and the other one’s spiritual pressure feels a bit like the wandering demon I encountered in the human world that day.” Kuchiki Byakuya frowned, then returned to the tedious affairs of the Sixth Division.

With the vice-captain of the Sixth Division injured, the captain, lacking a capable assistant, had to increase his workload.

At the scene of the battle, Ichigo Kurosaki leaned on Zangetsu, silently watching Kenpachi Zaraki fall to the ground.

He won this battle.

“Take a quarter of my life!” Kurosaki Ichigo said to Kurosaki Kazuyuki, who had suddenly appeared.

Kurosaki Kazuyuki made a face at Kurosaki Ichigo: "I was just lying to you, brother. I'm not a devil, I would never trade my brother's life!"

"You brat!" Kurosaki Ichigo ruffled Kurosaki Kazuyu's hair, just like an older brother would do to a younger brother.

“Brother, I will always stay by your side,” Kurosaki Kazuyuki said earnestly.

At this moment, in a luxurious villa belonging to the Tsunayo family in Soul Society, Loran was holding a mobile phone and chatting online with someone whose profile picture was a cross and whose nickname was "Adnes".

A line of text appeared on the other end.

"Your suggestion is excellent. Using a spiritual brother to unify all the power within him greatly accelerates the fusion process. But why is that?"

Loran typed a reply with a disdainful expression.

"Think about it, it makes sense. There's one who immediately calls you 'King and Mount' and 'Instinct' when you meet him, and then he starts wielding his sword to kill you. There's also a brooding, mysterious uncle who pretends to be a riddle master. Which one is more appealing and acceptable to people? He's a cute little brother who keeps calling you 'Brother, Brother' and is devoted to you wholeheartedly."

"If we also have this younger brother say some of the cringeworthy lines that Kurosaki-kun's age group loves, wouldn't his popularity skyrocket in no time!"

"The crucial moment is almost here. You, as the director, mustn't let us down. If the monk notices something's wrong, I'll have to physically correct his memory again."

“OJBK!” came the reply from the other end, a word that made Loran want to complain.

Damn it! So what if you're omniscient and omnipotent! So what if you know the birth of a trending meme in advance! No matter how great you are, you're still just a human stick.

Loran put away her phone and thought about her interactions with this troublesome Spirit King over the years.

As Loran grew stronger, from the moment Loran devoured His Soul Fragment, the Spirit King began to frequently call Loran through that invisible connection.

To be honest, Loran didn't want to accept the offer at first, but then he thought, since it's already been exposed to this guy, what can he do if he doesn't accept it?

And what if the Spirit King is some kind of idiot like Little Ma? So in the end, they called him back.

This guy was even more unreliable than he imagined. After chatting for a long time, the core idea was just one word—help me get out of trouble.

Loran remained noncommittal. He was not a native of this world and had no favors bestowed upon him by the creator. It was not his place, as an outsider demon, to help the Spirit King escape his predicament.

But the Spirit King offered a price: if he could help him escape, all the knowledge and wisdom he had possessed since ancient times would belong to Loran.

But that alone was not enough to sway Loran. Knowledge and wisdom were things that a long-lived being like Loran had plenty of opportunities and energy to explore.

Finally, the Spirit King mentioned a crucial point—transcending this realm.

The Spirit King mentioned that there exists a mysterious creative will in this world, not referring to Him, the creator god of the three realms, but the will that existed in the primordial chaos before the creation of the three realms.

This will is seemingly there yet nowhere, and it is difficult to define its form, but there is no doubt that it exists.

Even His birth was the result of this primordial chaotic will.

To put it in a realistic sense, there exists a supreme and great spirit beyond the universe, which you can call Brahma. The Spirit King and the primordial creative will are both aspects of this great spirit.

Loran, this creature of unknown origin and mysterious origin, might have gone unnoticed if it had continued to develop stealthily. But ever since Loran actively chose to devour His Soul Sleep, He became aware of it.

The primordial chaotic will is now focusing all its energy on preventing Him, the creator god of the three realms, from escaping. In addition, with Him actively helping to cover it up, the primordial chaotic will has not yet discovered Loran's whereabouts.

However, if he ultimately fails, Loran, who once had a close relationship with the Spirit King, will be exposed to the Primal Lord's eyes, and that will be troublesome.

This primordial being was truly ruthless, a cold-blooded god who would sacrifice anything for the survival of the world.

Therefore, if Loran wants to make enough money and leave smoothly, why not cooperate with Him? Wouldn't it be better for the two of them to leave this world together and travel to the vast world beyond the Chaos Realm?

Loran was somewhat puzzled. "Since you were born from the primordial chaos, how come you have developed disloyal thoughts?"

The King of Spirit's words were rather meaningful.

"If it were me from the beginning, I would naturally have no selfish motives; everything I did was for the common good of the world's survival."