Couldn't Think of a Way to Win, Wanted to Surrender

"Sounds pretty tempting."

Beckman narrowed his eyes, forcibly shook off his momentary shock, and suddenly realized something.

"Hey, hey, haven't I already surrendered? Didn't I come here looking for an easy job? What are you trying to sell me?"

"See, see? That's exactly why I'm giving you recommendations."

Borsalino laughed and raised a hand, casually patting the shoulder of Beckman's spirit body.

Whoosh!

Beckman felt his chest tighten. His translucent body turned into a streak of ethereal light, dragged by that invisible force straight back into his rigid physical body.

"Hah!"

Beckman sucked in a sharp breath and staggered as his vision returned.

The sense of fullness and solidity as his soul returned to his body instantly drenched his back in cold sweat.

"Come on. The work over at the Hell Reincarnation Palace is so relaxed you can sleep until you wake up naturally, and the pay is frighteningly high. You won't find a better retirement job~"

Borsalino turned around nonchalantly and led the ashen-faced Beckman and dumbfounded Hongo through the pitch-black Torii Gate.

"Ooh!"

The instant he crossed the threshold, Beckman felt a stabbing pain in his eardrums, as though he had plunged into the deep sea.

When he adjusted and opened his eyes again.

The world had changed.

"Where is this?"

Beckman knitted his brows and struggled to force the words out of his throat.

"What a desolate, chilling place."

Even though Hueco Mundo had now fully merged with this world, it still retained its original bleak landscape.

The sky overhead was a deathly white that never faded.

Gray-white sand stretched endlessly across the ground, and the air was steeped in the stagnant stench of decay.

In the distance, a few dead trees resembling crystal glass stood alone, giving off a faint, cold glow.

It was not that