Ulquiorra, Desires of the Heart

"I am not the Grim Reaper."

Ichigo Kurosaki frowned and said seriously.

That's the truth.

Unfortunately, Uryu Ishida didn't believe it.

He just kept his head down and smiled nervously.

Seeing Uryu Ishida's performance, Ichigo Kurosaki sighed.

The other party is no longer the close comrade-in-arms who betrayed his class and position, but merely someone blinded by revenge.

The moment this idea popped into his head, Ichigo suddenly felt a strong urge to create something.

Revenge, conflict, contradiction.

Isn't this the Eternal theme of literature?

From the Count of Monte Cristo to the numerous Chinese online novels that have recently been translated, this seems to be the prevailing tone.

However, those works were ultimately just figments of the authors' imaginations.

He has already experienced it, and is now observing even more fascinating stories.

Perhaps, he can use his pen to depict a better future.

In the future, we can bring a more perfect end to all the storylines.

"This thing is called Spirit Bait; it can release a scent that attracts the void."

Uryu Ishida held a small, snow-white round piece between his fingers and spoke in a low, Youyou tone.

"Wait... you mean..."

Ichigo Kurosaki realized what the other party was about to do.

He wanted to stop the other party, but sadly discovered that he was now just an ordinary person and did not have the power of the Grim Reaper.

Scholar Domain offense and defense, they can only eliminate those who harbor ill will towards them and negatively impact their studies.

Uryu Ishida was not classified as a "disruptor".

According to the Great Literary Master Cultivation System, the appearance of the other party, like Rukia Kuchiki, will make Ichigo Kurosaki feel happy and improve his learning efficiency.

Moreover, Uryu Ishida is just a simple boy now. He took out the Spirit Bait only to make Ichigo Kurosaki go all out and compete with him.

"That works too."

Ichigo Kurosaki thought for a moment, and the worry on his face instantly disappeared.

Everything that happened was for the better.

All his experiences will become his creative material.

While Uryu Ishida was interacting with Ichigo Kurosaki, Hueco Mundo welcomed a new guest.

"It's really desolate."

Wang Yan looked up at the pale, desolate sky above him and gazed into the distance, but could hardly see any moving objects.

Hueco Mundo, that is the true name of Hueco Mundo.

The correct translation should be "a desolate place".

The main inhabitants here are virtual.

Wang Yan wanted to see was not those mindless, idiotic beings.

He slowly closed his eyes, his mind instantly enveloping the entire Hueco Mundo.

Gillians, Adjuchas, Vasto Lorde, Arrancar...

All individuals with normal intelligence are within his observation.

"I've found you."

Wang Yan chuckled softly, his figure flickering and shifting.

In an instant, he appeared before a tall, slender, and thin boy.

The other person wore a helmet with one side covered in horns and bone, had short, choppy black hair, and a deathly pale complexion.

Emerald-like pupils, like a cat demon, and deep green tear-like scars on her Arrancar...

These elements together depict a cold-faced, aloof male god, a quintessential example of the aloof and celibate type.

The Cuarta Espada, Ulquiorra Cifer.

With his calm and ruthless personality, upon seeing Wang Yan's appearance, he merely took two steps back without immediately launching an attack.

In reality, this is the real him.

Show no mercy to the enemy and abhor indiscriminate killing.

Ulquiorra's essence is very similar to that of Ichigo Kurosaki.

An empty life, a life journey devoid of purpose and ideals.

"Get straight to the point."

Wang Yan calculated the time and realized that it was the Spring Festival in China in this world.

He looked at Ulquiorra with a half-smile, "I'm here to give you a gift."

"Gift?"

Ulquiorra's icy expression flickered slightly.

This idea is not popular in Hueco Mundo.

After all, most virtual beings that want to evolve consciousness must engage in cannibalism and devour each other.

"We don't need that kind of thing."

He declined Wang Yan's offer and even placed his hand on the blade at his waist.

Wang Yan slightly raised his chin, his eyes looking down at her, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You cannot refuse my gift."

After speaking, he gestured towards Ulquiorra.

Wang Yan's movements were not quick; in fact, they could be described as slow.

Ulquiorra made an evasive maneuver.

But all of this is meaningless.

He sadly discovered that no matter how fast he was going, the other person's index finger seemed to always be locked onto him.

Three inches...

Two inches...

One inch...

An invisible force penetrated his brow.

Snap!

Ulquiorra's bone horn helmet shattered instantly!

The hole in his chest was quickly filled.

Bang!

Thud! Thud!

"What's this?"

Ulquiorra pressed his hand to his chest.

Something is jumping inside.

Thud! Thud!

"Mind Stone?"

Ulquiorra remained silent for a long time before managing to recall a single word.

To be precise, it should be the heart.

It seems that Wang Yan not only gave him an organ, but also all the Seven Emotions and Six Desires that a human being should have.

Complex emotions surged within Ulquiorra.

Greed, anger, ignorance, hatred, love, evil, and desire.

All positive and negative emotions intertwine to form an invisible network.

Ulquiorra habitually refers to this net as "the Mind Stone".

Now, he is more like a human being, both in appearance and in his personality.

The illusory Visored has completely disappeared.

When Ulquiorra came to his senses and wanted to ask Wang Yan who he was, he found that the other party had completely disappeared.

He put his hands in the pockets on both sides of his trousers and closed his eyes.

All the memories of the past churned and tormented in my mind, as if they would never subside.

When he was first born, he was a pure white Humanoid Hollow with only sight among his five senses, and he was ostracized because his appearance and habits were different from those of his kind.

Some of those of the same kind were devoured by other voids, while others have survived to this day.

An emotion called "displeasure" surfaced on Ulquiorra's face.

He felt his thoughts were somewhat sluggish.

To achieve clarity of thought, one must eliminate those who have bullied them.

Five hours and three minutes.

Ulquiorra achieved his goal.

He dragged out all those who had mocked, ostracized, and bullied him, and beat them to pieces.

After completing my revenge, I felt not only joy but also a sense of relief.

More desires and emotions surged forth.

Aizen's figure appeared before my eyes.

Why should he be loyal to that Grim Reaper?

He could also ascend the throne and become the ruler of Las Noches.

He had never considered this possibility before.

Ulquiorra once believed that the "Mind Stone" was an unnecessary existence.

It only makes people lose their rationality and do things based on emotion.

Now, he has changed his mind.

Desire is a good thing.

He could have lived a more meaningful life.

Power, status, strength, and prestige!

To acquire these, Ulquiorra needs to make a plan and execute it step by step.

He rested one hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist, and two people he could recruit as assistants came to mind.

Yammy Rialgo (Espada), Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez Sexta Espada).