Something Is Wrong with the Soul Reaper World I Transmigrated Into

Adnyeus reappeared.

His eyes were fixed on Tokoyo Misao, and he said with admiration, "Thank you again, Tokoyo Misao. You just defeated the Hell Incarnation, giving me an even greater lead."

"But aren't you mistaken?"

"Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding? Are you going to back out now? Adnyeus, I trusted you so much!" Tokoyo Misao pointed the tip of his knife at the Soul King's nose and roared angrily.

Adnyeus gently shook his head. "The rules of this game from the very beginning stipulated that the reward was for your wife and children to return to Soul Society, but you weren't included."

Tokoyo Misao shut his mouth. In fact, he had already understood the relationship between them, and he had deliberately shouted that just now.

"Alright, let's take my wife and kids back first."

Adnyeus said nothing more, opened his arms, and a moment later the coffin disappeared.

At this moment, Tokoyo Misao frowned and said, "But if you don't let me go back, how will I know if you've allowed them to return to Soul Society?"

Adnyeus calmly replied, "From the beginning of this game, I've already said that the choice to trust me or not is yours."

Tokoyo Misao looked down at the Ryūjin Jakka in his hand.

"Hell probably has the ability to enter Soul Society at any time now."

Whether it's the previous Ikomikidomoe, or the later Ryūjin Jakka, one should be above the Soul King Palace, and the other should be in the First Division.

But now that they've appeared in Hell, that proves a lot.

Adnyeus did not respond to this question.

The reality is far more complicated than Tokoyo Misao imagines; it's not as simple as Hell allowing you to open a door to Soul Society at any time.

Instead, at this moment, the skies above Hueco Mundo, the World of the Living, and Soul Society were all covered by a thin layer of red and black clouds, which were extensions of Hell.

Tokoyo Misao glanced back at the heavily injured Aizen and the other two, then raised his head again and asked:

"So what do you want to do now? Or are you just planning to trap us here? But you should also know that, given enough time, either Aizen or I can definitely break through Hell."

"That's right." Adnyeus nodded in acknowledgment.

"Aizen has indeed become Transcendent transcends the Three Worlds. As time goes by, he will definitely become stronger and will also have the opportunity to break through Hell."

As for you, Tokoyo Misao, you have already surpassed that from the very beginning.

Tokoyo Misao's heart skipped a beat. Could it be? Did this guy discover I'd transmigrated? Even Soul King wouldn't be this strange, would he?

Adnyeus continued, "The Tokoyo Eyes of Eternal Eyes is a power born from chaos. Having obtained it, you have naturally transcended the Three Worlds."

Tokoyo Misao. So he was talking about Eternal Eyes. That's good. If Adnyeus had really seen through his transmigrator, that would have been terrible. Who knows what kind of trouble he might have caused.

He asked again, "So, you know perfectly well that keeping us here is pointless, so why are you trapping us here?"

"It's not that I want to trap you here, but this is the will of Hell. Although I've slightly suppressed it, but..."

He stopped abruptly, not finishing his sentence, and then spoke again after a while, "Alright, I just finished discussing it with him, and he's decided to play one more round."

"Hey, Adnyeus, you and Hell are, in a way, the creators. If we were to use a game analogy, we could also call you the creators."

But who forces someone to be a player?

"All I want to do is go back to my wife, kids, and a warm bed," Tokoyo Misao with a grin. "One more round? Does that mean we have to play another game of yours?"

His face was filled with indignation. "Adnyeus, how many games do you have to go through before you can defeat Hell and take control of this place?"

"Control Hell?" Adnyeus shook his head slightly. "I could never control it."

As he spoke, he sighed, "From the very beginning, I misjudged Hell. No one can truly control it. At best, all I can do is put up a slight resistance, and that's all."

But Hell doesn't want to waste time with me like this either, so if you win this game, you can go back and continue living the life you want."

"It's a promise, okay? This is the last time." Tokoyo Misao immediately nodded in agreement.

"If you say 'let's play another round' after this game is over, I'll get really angry and mess things up, turning Hell into a complete disaster."

As he spoke, he brandished Ryūjin Jakka in his hand. "If I were to use this Zanpakuto, it would be just as powerful." He even issued a threat.

Adnyeus even showed a helpless smile, "Don't worry, Tokoyo Misao, this is the last game."

The game will begin in three hours, and I sincerely hope you will win.

After saying that, Adnyeus's figure gradually disappeared.

Tokoyo Misao breathed a sigh of relief again. Although he had to play the game again, he was still a little unhappy. But now that he was in Hell and his strength was not as great as the other party's, he had no choice but to bow his head when he was under someone else's roof.

At least my wife and kids are safe now, and that's enough.

He turned back and took two steps, coming to Aizen's side. He poked Aizen's shoulder with Ryūjin Jakka, and layers of ash fell, revealing Aizen's muscles and some bones.

"Wow, Aizen- kun, you're not going to die like this, are you?"

"Brother Misao, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. I'm not going to die anytime soon, but it will take some time for me to recover."

Aizen, whose face had been burned to ashes, seemed to realize how horribly ugly he looked, so he simply turned around and walked away, found a place to sit down, and continued to recover.

Tokoyo Misao continued walking a few more steps and came to Ulquiorra and Grimmjow's side.

The former was in much better condition, but was still barely breathing and would likely need a long time to recover.

As for the latter, he truly only had a sliver of life left.

However, Grimmjow has already evolved into a Chaos state. As long as he has a sliver of life left, he will eventually come back to life, but how long that will take is unknown.

After checking on everyone's condition, Tokoyo Misao casually found a place to sit cross-legged, intending to rest for a while and prepare for the next game.

As he sat there, he felt a bit tired and decided to close his eyes and rest for a while.

Engulfed in darkness.

"Hey, get up! Get up right now!"

A familiar voice rang in my ears.

Tokoyo Misao groggily opened his eyes and, upon seeing Rukia's very familiar face, instinctively reached out and hugged her.

Thump!

A fist slammed hard into Tokoyo Misao's head.

Rukia, her face flushed, yelled, "What are you thinking about so early in the morning?!"

She turned abruptly, opened the door, and rushed out.

Tokoyo Misao watched the door slam shut with a bang, then looked up at the ceiling, before turning to look at the unfamiliar street beyond the drawn curtains.

What's going on? Who was that girl just now? Why did she seem so familiar?

This unfamiliar ceiling?

I've traveled through time?

Chapter 226 There's Something Wrong with the Soul Reaper World I Transmigrated To

Misao sat up groggily and scanned the room.

It was a very simple room, with a desk, a chair, some notebooks, and a desk lamp on it.

The bookshelf next to me was filled with comics and novels, quite similar to the room I used to rent.

He looked up at the ceiling, which was spotless, with a large lampshade in the center.

This was completely different from the dirty ceiling of my rented room.

Misao reached out and rubbed his temples, feeling as if his mind was fogged up, making him feel very uncomfortable.

He stood up unsteadily, walked to the door, saw a black school uniform hanging on the coat rack next to him, and casually put it on.

Open the door, and the stairs are just around the corner.

He walked down step by step, and heard the sizzling sound of cooking in his ears.

After stepping over the last step, I turned my head to look at the source of the sound.

A beautiful woman with black braids, wearing a white T-shirt, short skirt, and pink apron, was cooking in the kitchen.

Perhaps attracted by the sound of footsteps, she turned her head to look.

A smile appeared in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth turned up, her face blooming like a flower.

"What, are you still half asleep? But you look very energetic," the beautiful woman said with a light laugh.

Following her gaze, Misao lowered his head, only then realizing what she meant by "spirit," and immediately turned around.

Although he had put on his school uniform, he had been holding his trousers the whole time.

Misao glanced around, then immediately ran behind the sofa, pulled up his pants, and fastened his belt.

His mind raced. What was going on? Where had he ended up?

Who is that beautiful woman cooking? Why does she look so familiar?

"Sister Retsu, is breakfast ready?" a loud voice rang out.

With the sound of footsteps, a girl with short black hair, wearing a black sailor uniform and a short skirt, came down.

She had just stepped into the living room when she turned and glared fiercely at Misao, angrily saying, "What? Still not awake?"

Misao stared at that face for a long time, and suddenly a name flashed through her mind. She tried calling out, "Rukia."

"Hmph!" Rukia abruptly turned her head and walked to the dining table to sit down.

At this moment, Sister Retsu also came over with breakfast, placed it on the table, untied her apron, and said with a smile, "Misao, come and finish your breakfast before going to school."

"Oh." Misao frowned slightly, walked over to the dining table and sat down. Looking at the fried egg and two slices of bread on the plate, and a large bottle of milk next to it, his mouth immediately started to water and his stomach began to rumble.

Without saying a word, he dipped a slice of bread in the egg yolk and stuffed it into his mouth. "Mmm, so delicious."

"I'm glad you like it." Sister Retsu was very happy. "But don't always make Rukia come upstairs to wake you up. You're so old now, you should learn to get up by yourself." As she spoke, she looked straight at her.

The moment Misao's eyes met his, he felt a chill run down his spine for some reason, and immediately nodded. "I didn't get enough rest yesterday."

During the meal, Misao secretly glanced at Sister Retsu again. From the braid hanging over her chest and her towering figure, he finally matched her name with the person.

Retsu Unohana, Fourth Division Captain of the Gotei 13 in the world of Soul Reaper.

After the name flashed through his mind, he turned his head again to stare at the short-haired woman sitting opposite him.

She should be Rukia Kuchiki. What's going on? Did I somehow end up in the world of Soul Reaper?

Misao was somewhat bewildered.

He knew Soul Reaper very well, but something seemed off about the current situation.

"Sister Retsu, I'm finished eating." Rukia got up, picked up the plate, walked to the kitchen and put it down, then turned and walked towards the door, not even Misao as she passed by.

Sister Retsu said with a smile, "Why did you make Rukia angry again? Hurry up and finish eating, come over, and apologize properly."

"Oh, okay." Misao quickly finished his breakfast, then got up, put his plate in the sink, and hurried towards the door.

But as he passed the dining table, he suddenly felt a pain in his buttocks.

A crisp snapping sound.

"Why are you patting my butt?" Misao turned around.

"It's good for someone your age to be energetic, but you also need to tone it down a bit." Sister Retsu reached out and picked up a piece of bread, placed it in front of her red lips, slightly opened her mouth and took a bite, chewed it briefly, swallowed it with a gulp, and stuck out her pink tongue to lick her lips.

"Go to school quickly."

"Understood." Misao followed.

In the entryway, I saw a black backpack, and naturally picked it up and draped it over my back.

When I opened the door and went outside, I saw that Rukia hadn't gone far; she was just standing at the doorway.

Misao stepped out of the gate and glanced at the nameplate, which read "Tokoyo".

Judging from their name Misao, the given name is correct. So, is the surname Tokoyo? That means my name is Tokoyo Misao.

"Are you leaving or not?" Rukia's somewhat irritated voice rang out.

When Misao looked over, he saw that she was carrying a long wooden sword in her right hand.

She quickly followed, though she was a little curious as to why Rukia was carrying a knife.

But at this moment, my mind was a fog, and I didn't really understand the world.

The more you say, the more mistakes you make; it's better to say nothing and observe carefully.