"Hmm~" Diana's prompting made Basil stop further slandering Zeus.
His youngest apprentice was also Zeus's daughter.
Moreover, her father was Zeus, a rare figure with a good reputation in the Multiverse, who died at the hands of Ares before he could even collapse.
Of course, the most important thing is
Just a second ago, he himself became Zeus.
The white-haired Zeus from the Olympus Star Legend.
Was Zeus actually myself?
However, the most urgent task is to quickly kill Kronos, that dog, and save his future wife Hera, the goddess of marriage who appeared in the Human World as a golden-haired noblewoman.
Millions of years have passed since the Olympus Star Legend World.
In the world of Hogwarts, only one second had passed.
In the Hogwarts Headmaster's office, which was filled with ancient Greek elements, Basil took a sip of divine brew, looking completely at ease, as if he were not Jupiter, the chief of the Olympus gods, who had just been with his 1328th lover.
After spending gems and learning how to infiltrate and construct causally complete identities, in the process of digesting the engulfing Cosmic Cluster, perhaps to be lazy, he began to get more used to directly becoming the most important character in that universe, rather than reconstructing it.
Becoming Zeus was a product of laziness.
"It's definitely not because subconsciously I want to be Zeus."
In the next second of contemplation, Basil, who had once again become the protagonist of a certain universe with an overwhelmingly romantic life, denied it in his heart.
Diana and Lupin, living under the same roof, did not notice Basil's change.
Even after billions of years and countless cycles, the nature that will not change and the personality that will not be worn down are things that Basil already possesses.
Only the Death of Basil, who had left Hogwarts with him and was now gazing at the sun from a palace built on the moon, sensed something was amiss.
"Your life has become richer."
"Like a glass of wine that becomes more fragrant with age."
The final, abstract entity in the DC World is destined to die; its perspective on life and death is unimaginable to any life acquired later in life.
Moreover, Basil made no attempt to conceal it.
"Perhaps." Basil stood up and casually drank a glass of iced cola.
Although this cola comes from a world so far removed from this universe that it is unimaginable, a tiny bubble contains the birth and death of the universe, and the bursting energy can create a single universe-level life form.
But for him, it wasn't any more delicious than the two-and-a-half-yuan snacks sold at roadside stalls.
"Perhaps it's too fast. My incredible speed."
"One snap of the fingers is sixty Setsuna nine hundred births and deaths."
"With each passing unit of time, which is even more subdivided than birth and death, I become many times stronger and live countless perfect lives."
"But I am still Li Lin, still Basil Granger."
Basil seemed to be talking to himself.
In the boundless void and the boundless universe, the immeasurable Basil casts his gaze upon this very moment, before this moment, and after this moment.
Basil is once again just Basil, and the grander self once again falls into the instinctive expansion.
Death seemed to sense something.
Only a being with such innate conceptual entity as her could have some awareness of this gaze that transcends time, space, and dimensions.
"It's time to go." Death stepped forward and took Basil's arm, looking at the interface of the [Inter- Cosmic Cluster Travel Bracelet] that only she and Basil could see.
A door is slowly opening.
"Why so suddenly?" As he stepped into the new world, Basil's appearance began to change.
To be precise, the appearance remains unchanged, but the most minute components have undergone a complete transformation.
[Spiritual particles] and [Kishi].
They make up everything in this world that corresponds to the name Basil Granger.
"Wow." Death's eyes gleamed.
Although she was clearly looking at the ordinary asphalt road surface.
"Life is everywhere, and the soul is everywhere."
But the next second her face scrunched up again.
"This universe is dead."
She found it strange that although there was life and spirits everywhere, the universe was dead.
Basil understood the astonishment of death.
Death, as a conceptualized entity of the universe, can be considered, in a sense, the universe coming to life.
To her, seeing this universe was like a human seeing a zombie that could run, move, and bite.
"It just so happens that the creator god of this world, as the architect, used an unsuitable blueprint," Basil comforted. "He himself is even meant to be the wedge in this crumbling house."
"But this is the choice that life in this world makes itself."
"It is also the world's own choice."
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In the beginning of time, there was a chaotic void where life and death were both absent, and there was neither progress nor regression.
Three crises threaten life in the chaos.
The Hollow that could devour everything.
An ever-expanding hell.
The world itself is in a state of neither birth nor death, remaining still.
The Spirit King is the world's choice.
His annihilating power destroyed the Great Hollow, allowing the Hollow to re-enter the Spirit Particle Cycle.
His existence is the suppression of hell.
His actions are the progress of the world.
And this 'dead' Three Realms is the choice of life in this world.
Life in chaos, the organization formed by the spirits of the dead, the followers of the Spirit King, the progenitors of the five noble families—they believed they had come up with a better solution.
Separate the Kishi from the spiritual body, separate life and death, and establish a new cycle and an orderly world of life and death.
He created the three realms— Soul Society, Hueco Mundo, Human World.
To trap the Spirit King in a cycle of neither birth nor death, while freeing them and all living beings from this cycle.
That is, the spirit king was used as a sacrifice.
"Why doesn't the Spirit King resist?" Death frowned; she didn't think this world was a good place.
While maintaining balance in the Three Realms, he also had to suppress Hell on behalf of the Spirit King.
This world, which could easily fall apart and shatter, is essentially dead, and is maintained solely by the Spirit King; it is not good at all.
"He saw hope," Basil said. "The design may not be perfect, but in the distant future, someone will make corrections, and He, who is imprisoned, will be freed. There will be a substitute to take His place in prison."
His gaze pierced through the Human World, landing on the shadow in Soul Society — Yhwach, still asleep, the so-called son of the Soul King.
King Ling was not without negative emotions.
His left hand, heart, and brain all follow Yhwach, and this is why.
Yhwach from the Land of Light a thousand years ago, who was still upright, who grieved for the death of ordinary souls, and Yhwach did not think of destroying the three realms and returning to chaos Yhwach, had the potential to succeed.
However, his ability to see and change the future was sealed by the one- Eye Monk, and he himself became cruel due to the wickedness of the Grim Reaper and the sacrifice of his subordinates.
He even entertained the idea of returning the Three Realms to chaos.
From that moment on, he was destined to take King Ling's place in prison.
"And now?" Death asked.
"He lets me do whatever I want," Basil shrugged. "So, you can do whatever you want in this world."
"As long as I exist, a perfect world will be born."
"Who are you in this world?" Death asked.
"Kill the god first," Basil said.
In this world, BLEACH itself means bleaching.
The Grim Reapers are not as righteous as they are portrayed to be among the new generation; they are not gods who kill Hollows and protect ordinary humans and the dead.
What they need to do is maintain a balance.
Needed in the chaotic world to promote the circulation of spirit particles, but no longer needed in the three realms, the Quincy threatened the balance were wiped out.
There are too many souls in the Human World, so they are sent to the Soul Society via Soul Burial.
If there are too many illusory souls, then an expeditionary force will be launched.
There are too many souls in Soul Society, so we kill a batch of them in Rukongai and send them to the Human World.
During the Thousand-Year Blood War, Mayuri Kurotsuchi Carnage the Rukongai, and Halibel was ignored by the monks, all because of this.
Mayuri Kurotsuchi because the Hueco Mundo Quincy killed too many Hollows.
Helibel is ignored because a single Vasto Lorde is composed of at least a million souls.
"Kill them all?" Death does not like killing.
"It's not difficult for us to step over ants without crushing them," Basil said. "So..."
The First Division Captain's Office.
The two figures appeared out of thin air.
"Not all of them."
Just as Yamamoto was about to draw his Yamamoto, Sasakibe suddenly collapsed to the ground, his pupils contracting in shock.
They found themselves instantly transformed into mortals, unable to move or even speak.
"Not kill him?" Death crouched down and scrutinized Yamamoto. "Countless souls are roaring within his sword."
"Carrying a hell with them, that's how the gods of this world are."
"No need." With the next step, Basil appeared in the Twelfth Division, and the sword that appeared out of thin air beheaded the man wearing a black and white mask.
"Not going to run?" He turned to look at the silent Nemu Kurotsuchi. "My slash is not as simple as it looks."
"He is completely dead, along with his backup brain and everyone in this squad who should be dead."
"If Lady Mayuri were still alive, she would also ask me to live as long as possible," Nemu Kurotsuchi said.
She is the pinnacle of the "Nemuri Project".
The artificial Grim Reaper created by combining the essence of artificial body technology and artificial soul technology—[Sleep No. 7].
"But I won't allow it," Basil said.
The moment the words left her lips, Nemu Kurotsuchi stopped breathing.
"She's dead?" Death circled around Nemu Kurotsuchi's body. "Her brain is still alive."
"Creating new souls from nothing is Mayuri Kurotsuchi's dream, but one cannot dream while awake," Basil said. "So he called it the 'Nemuri Project.'"
"From Sleep No. 1 to Sleep No. 6, they were all failures."
"Only [Sleep No. 7]'s growth exceeded the lifespan limit of an artificial soul, so he no longer called it [Sleep No. 7] but directly called it [Nemu]."
The inability of the First Division to enter, the large-scale disappearance of the Twelfth Division's spiritual pressure, the sudden closure of the remaining divisions, and the members who were originally outside returning to their dormitories out of thin air have already caused a stir in the Seireitei.
But amidst the noise and the futile bombardment of the barrier he had created, Basil continued to speak slowly, "But she is actually a failure as well. The reason she can exist is entirely due to an organ in her pituitary gland—the [Forced Cell Division Accelerator], which can force the division of spiritual cells and force them to exceed the cell lifespan."
"Moreover, her body also contains various drugs manufactured by Mayuri Kurotsuchi, as well as backups of his life data."
"So, she had to die?" Death asked.
Basil nodded. "She will be born as a real life, no longer as [Sleep No. 7] or [Sleep No. 8]."
He suddenly turned his head and looked at the 13th Division.
"Perhaps death is needed as an accompaniment before the arrival of a newborn."
"There?" Death asked in bewilderment. "I didn't smell much resentment from the dead there."
"If we really have to," she pointed in the direction of the Fourth Division, "That might be a suitable choice."
"That unprecedented villain in the history of Soul Society?" Basil raised an eyebrow. "The Seireitei was originally just a simple assassin organization that served the nobles. It only got its name because many of the people it killed were nobles."
"Moreover, the divine divination has already extended an invitation to us."
"Who are you?" Jushiro asked, barely concealing his shock at the sudden appearance of the two people.
The Spirit King's right arm governs "stillness," which is the Eternity pause of all things.
However, the two people in front of them were able to appear out of thin air in this static area and break its power.
"The one who will be buried." Basil looked at Jushiro and everything still around him. "There's no need to get so worked up. If you use all the power of the Soul King's right arm, the life you gained from it will wither away."
"I understand, Basil, you want to save him." Death also glanced at him several times. "He's dying."
"That's one way to understand it," Basil, looking up.
Soul King Palace.
Inside the Crystal, the Spirit King opened his eyes.
The five pupils, representing omnipotence, are arranged in a cross shape.
The missing right hand appeared out of thin air.
Inside the 13th Division, Jushiro clutched his chest, instinctively wanting to vomit blood due to the sudden disappearance of his right arm. However, instead of pain, he felt a long-lost sense of relief.
"You saved me?" Jushiro began to suspect that the person in front of him was the Spirit King.
"Don't get too excited," Basil said. "You'll find that your squad will be missing some men."
"You have your reasons for killing them," Jushiro said.
He survived only because the Spirit King's right arm transformed into the Hitotsume-taidana Okina.
If the loyalty of all the Soul Reapers to the Soul King in the Seireitei could be quantified and ranked, Jushiro would definitely be number one.
"Goodbye." Basil felt like he'd punched a cotton ball.
Then, he became a little rough with Kyoraku.
"Who are you?" The man in the pink haori coat rubbed his face and looked at the blond youth who had challenged him to a fight as soon as he appeared.
He pretended to be indifferent, but was actually extremely shocked.
The disappearance of some members' spiritual pressure inside the team dormitory, and the materialized Kyoukotsu appearing on Basil's leg.
All of these things made it impossible for him to ignore them.
"The person who created this barrier, and your future son-in-law?" Basil rubbed the face of the little girl, Kyoukotsu.
The Zanpakuto of the Shinigami was forged by the Zanpakuto Spirit Oetsu Nimaiya using the soul of a Shinigami.
Naturally, there will also be gender.
Oetsu Nimaiya named the female Zanpakuto he personally created as "Sweetheart" and "Darling," and had Zanpakuto in his own palace.
Before Zanpakuto is bound to a Shinigami, it is called "Asauchi".
To be precise, the spirit of Zanpakuto is the soul of the Shinigami (death god) who sacrifices a part of his own soul to activate and awaken the soul within the Asauchi (Asauchi).
This is why some Grim Reapers' sword spirits are not compatible with their own gender.
But that's not how Kyoukotsu came about.
She was born from the Zanpakuto of Shunsui Kyoraku, named Hanaten, and was used to hide the sacred sword of the Ise family—the [Eight Mirror Sword].
Therefore, Kyoraku actually only has one Zanpakuto, Kyoukotsu is his daughter.