Gods Exist Because of Humans

"I won't interfere with what Aizen-kun decides to do."

"I had a very pleasant chat today. Could you please send me a message tomorrow to support my Aizen-kun?"

"Of course, from now on, whatever Aizen-kun needs, he'll get a 10% discount."

After reaching a Tokoyo Misao changed how he addressed Aizen, turned around, waved, and left towards the gate.

"Lord Aizen, are we just going to let that guy go like that?"

Seeing Aizen let Tokoyo Misao go, Kaname Tōsen felt a surge of anger rising in his chest and shouted urgently.

This action caused his already unhealed wound to reopen, and blood gushed out, instantly staining the bandages red.

Aizen turned to look at Kaname Tōsen, a smile spreading across his face.

"So, you're planning to teach me how to do things?"

A chill instantly shot from Kaname Tōsen's spine throughout his body, even the pain in his chest vanished in an instant, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Kaname Tōsen immediately knelt on one knee and lowered his head in response:

"Your subordinate dares not."

"Tokoyo Misao is a very interesting fellow."

Aizen said only that one sentence before heading towards the research lab.

Gin Ichimaru followed behind him, while Kaname Tōsen remained kneeling in place, not getting up.

Upon arriving at the research lab, Aizen retrieved a golden fragment from a research chamber—this was none other than Soul King Fragment.

Gin Ichimaru stared at the shard, feeling a strange emptiness in his heart.

He had no idea that this fragment was Aizen had dug out of Rangiku Matsumoto's body.

"Captain Aizen, are you planning to go to the World of the Living?" He suppressed the emptiness in his heart and asked softly.

"That's right, I'm also very curious whether that human Quincy can become a Lesser Soul King."

He held the Soul King Fragment in his fist, turned his head, and adjusted his glasses with his left hand:

"If this can be achieved, it proves that the Soul King can be mass-produced, doesn't it?"

Mass-produced Soul Kings.

These four words exploded in Gin Ichimaru's mind.

Even after following Aizen for so many years and witnessing and participating in many of his affairs, none of those four words had ever shocked him as much as they had today.

What kind of madman, with what purpose, could utter the phrase "mass-producing Soul Kings "?

Even Gin Ichimaru, who had always kept his emotions hidden, was stunned at this moment.

"Let's go, let's give it a try."

Aizen casually tore through space, creating a black rift, which he then stepped into.

World of the Living, commercial street.

Masaki Kurosaki is shopping with Ryūken Ishida and Isshin Shiba.

From her appearance, she seemed to be completely fine and very healthy, walking with a bouncy gait and a bright, sunny smile.

"Oh, that looks delicious." Isshin Shiba walked over to a takoyaki stall next door and shouted to the owner, "Three servings, please!"

"Alright!"

"You've already eaten eight servings, and you're still eating," Ryūken Ishida sneered from the side.

"It's normal Isshin he's never eaten anything like this before and wants to try everything he sees."

Masaki Kurosaki said with a smile, while reaching out to take a takoyaki from Isshin Shiba's hand, sticking one on a skewer and popping it into her mouth.

"Wow! This is delicious!"

"Do you want some?" Isshin Shiba handed another copy to Ryūken Ishida.

The latter glanced at Masaki Kurosaki, who was happily eating, reached into his pocket, took out a 5,000 yen bill, kept the change, and placed the bill in Isshin Shiba's palm.

"I'll pay for Masaki's and my share."

"Why are you so stingy?" Isshin Shiba, but still stuffed the five thousand yuan into his pocket.

After all, he had just bought a house and didn't have much money on him.

And I'm planning to go to university, so I need money.

He has already decided to find a job in the World of the Living.

"Wow, there looks like there's cotton candy over there." Masaki Kurosaki was in agony for days.

Now that I've finally recovered, I'm planning to have some fun, so I hurriedly ran towards a stall selling colorful cotton candy.

Ryūken Ishida watched Masaki Kurosaki's skipping figure, a hint of melancholy in his eyes, and whispered:

"You must protect Masaki. If anything happens to her, I will kill you."

"You don't need to tell me, Masaki saved my life, and I will protect her for the rest of my life."

Isshin Shiba waved his hand and walked towards Masaki Kurosaki's direction.

Suddenly, a wave of people arrived.

Wow, when did the shopping street become so crowded?

He kept dodging the crowd, but for some reason, everyone seemed to be heading to the other end.

He had no choice but to stand in front of the nearest shop and wait for the crowd to leave.

In front of the cotton candy shop.

Masaki Kurosaki happily called out to the shop owner, "Give me a pink one!"

"Would you like to try this golden cotton candy? It's our shop's signature dish, and it's delicious!"

The cotton candy vendor was all smiles as he promoted his wares.

"Ugh, but I still want to eat noodles." Masaki Kurosaki hesitated.

"For a beautiful lady like you, this golden cotton candy is half price, how about it?"

The shop owner had already started making golden marshmallows while he was speaking.

In a moment, a large golden cotton candy appeared in his hand, which he handed to Masaki Kurosaki.

Looking at the golden expanse, Masaki Kurosaki felt a surge of desire to devour it.

He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing.

She took the golden cotton candy, smiled, and said, "Thank you, boss."

"You are welcome."

Without saying a word, Masaki Kurosaki swallowed the golden cotton candy in a few bites.

She turned around and found that her two companions were gone, so she quickly searched for them.

The cotton candy vendor reached up, adjusted his glasses, and smiled.

Chapter 97 Gods Exist Because of Humans

The cotton candy vendor didn't leave; he continued making cotton candy.

Strangely, not a single pedestrian around him looked in his direction.

They seemed completely unaware of his presence.

After crafting a purple marshmallow as large as a cloud, the shop owner spoke in a magnetic and very gentle tone:

"Gin, you've never had cotton candy before, have you?"

As he spoke, he handed the cloud-like cotton candy to his side.

Gin Ichimaru appeared, took the marshmallow, licked it, and replied with a smile, "It's really sweet."

He took another big bite, savoring the subtle sweetness of the marshmallow in his mouth, and asked with some confusion:

"Captain Aizen, why don't you just take the Hōgyoku out of Masaki Kurosaki's body?"

I remember the captain made something similar before.

Aizen looked at the cotton candy making machine, selected some purple food coloring and threw it in, then put a long wooden stick in and added white sugar.

Under the influence of centrifugal force, the sugar turned into wispy wisps of cloud, quickly forming a purple cloud on the wooden stick.

He picked it up, took a small bite, and replied with a smile, "Didn't I already say that yesterday?"

Kisuke Urahara's research process and purpose were actually different from mine, but the final manifestations were very similar.

"Of course, the Hōgyoku inside Masaki Kurosaki's body might be able to combine with the jewel I created to achieve a complete form."

With that, he turned around, eating his cotton candy as he walked out of the shopping street.

Gin Ichimaru quickly followed, even more puzzled:

"If that's the case, why doesn't Captain Aizen just take it out?"

"Gold, what is the Soul King to the Three Worlds?" Aizen asked while eating a cotton candy.

"At least in the Shin'ō Academy of Spiritual Arts, the Soul King is depicted as a god."

He created the Three Worlds from the chaos and has been protecting Three Worlds ever since.

We Soul Reaper, on the other hand, take it upon ourselves to protect the Soul King as our lifelong responsibility.

Gin Ichimaru, a genius graduate of the Spirit Arts Academy, immediately answered.

Then he shrugged helplessly, and two streams of hot liquid spurted from his nostrils.

"But no one has ever seen the Soul King, not even a picture of him."

"The Soul Reaper doesn't even know what the god he protects looks like; how pathetic."

Aizen extended his left index finger, plucked a purple cloud from the marshmallow, and held it high, letting the moonlight shine on the torn marshmallow.

"Then, what should we call the person who created the gods?"

Gin Ichimaru paused for a moment, his mind racing with thoughts of this problem.

After becoming Aizen's subordinate, he learned a great deal about the secrets of Soul Society through Aizen.

He naturally knew that the current Soul King had actually been turned into a human stump, used as a wedge inserted into the sky as a barrier between the Three Worlds.

In a sense, the Soul King's current state is a fabrication.

What kind of person is someone who can create gods?

God the Father?

"Don't overthink it, Gin. It's a self-evident truth."

Aizen stopped and looked down slightly.

At the edge of this bustling commercial street, there stood a stone statue of Ksitigarbha, quietly nestled in the shadows.

In front of the stone statue were several small steamed buns and fruit offerings that were about to rot.

Aizen casually tossed the wooden stick, still slightly coated with marshmallow, onto the offering spot, then cupped his hands and said:

"Gods exist because of humans."

Therefore, only humans could have created gods.

Gin Ichimaru frowned as he stepped forward, staring at the Jizo statue.

A moment later, he picked up the marshmallow stick and licked all the remaining cotton off it in one gulp.

All that was left were bare wooden sticks, which he casually tossed aside, laughing as he said:

"The one who creates gods is probably the least religious, after all, who would believe in something they created with their own hands?"

He turned his head to look at Aizen's profile as he said this.

He now roughly understood why Aizen hadn't rushed to remove the Hōgyoku from Masaki Kurosaki's chest.

"So, isn't creating gods quite interesting?" Aizen turned around and slowly walked away.