Aizen left. He needed to look around and verify a few more things.
Meanwhile, Lu Li imprisoned Moro within the subspace and focused on his proper business.
"Zamasu, come here for a moment."
Lu Li beckoned to Zamasu. Ever since capturing him, a question had troubled Lu Li for years.
"Please give your orders, Lord Lu Li."
Zamasu walked over and spoke obediently.
"Split off a few copies of yourself. Let me take a good look."
Lu Li still did not fully understand the principle behind Zamasu's splitting, nor the deeper connection between the various Zamasus.
Zamasu inwardly resisted splitting off more versions of himself, because that meant more of him would suffer. Yet he did not dare disobey Lu Li's command, because that might make things even worse for him.
So, he quickly split into five or six Zamasus. They stood in a row before Lu Li, each one wearing a respectful expression and not daring to make a sound.
Lu Li examined the Zamasus from head to toe, like a butcher in a slaughterhouse eyeing a row of livestock waiting to be processed. "No matter how many times I see it, it still feels incredible."
He had previously promised Future Trunks that Zamasu would receive the punishment he deserved. He had indeed created a Hell within the subspace specifically for Zamasu.
Over several decades within the subspace, Lu Li had killed at least a hundred million Zamasus. Zamasu had experienced virtually every way a human could die. Even the cruelest Hell could hardly be worse than that.
Because of this, Zamasu was left with deep psychological scars and developed a fundamental fear of Lu Li. No matter how many copies he split into, even if one day his strength truly surpassed Lu Li's, he would not dare defy