Someone Is Always Worthy of Favor

"Your subject thanks you, Saint Ross."

Hearing the appointment that stunned the entire hall, Aizen calmly took a step forward.

He bowed slightly, and behind the lenses, his eyes held a trace of respect as he looked at Ross.

Ross had fulfilled the promise he had once made to him in this domineering fashion.

Since his lord had already built the most magnificent stage, now it was his turn—Aizen's turn—to show the people of these two worlds the methods and ability worthy of that crown of deputy king.

If, after Ross had granted him such a grand title, he still could not properly serve as the mere number one man beneath the king...

Then he, Aizen, might as well find a block of tofu and smash himself dead against it, and there would be no need to keep pursuing evolution any further.

Upon the throne, Ross only nodded faintly, his expression calm and unruffled. Then, in an orderly manner, he began announcing the arrangements for the rest of the Shinigami world's people.

With his casual, map-commanding remarks, most of the Shinigami were assigned to Cloud Palace and Hell Reincarnation, to maintain this world's most basic cycle of life and death—or simply to become cornerstones for him to command.

Only a scant few technical backbones, such as Tenjirō Kirinji, Ryuken Ishida, Kirisuke Tōshirō, and Mayuri Kurotsuchi, were specially approved to enter the World Government's Science Department.

Ross was not worried that these scientific madmen would run wild or cause some world-ending disaster.

Because the one at the helm of the Science Department was Sola.

After consuming the Brain-Brain Fruit and accumulating more than a decade of experience, coupled with Ross's unreserved allocation of resources and favoritism...

The current Sola, whether in intellect or overall coordination ability, was absolutely no inferior to