Name (two chapters combined, 4,000 words, fourth update!)
Wu Biao slowly backed away a few steps, then suddenly spoke. "I know you're here, Hell!" His voice was ice-cold. Now... he was furious—more furious than he had ever been.
But his anger was directed at... himself!
Whoosh!
A gale swirled around him, and that familiar fluctuation appeared once more.
"What do I have to do?"
Wu Biao hadn't specified what he meant, but the fluctuation understood. It gave him an answer.
"Become my agent!"
Wu Biao didn't reply. Instead, he looked up at Huaye, sitting dazed atop the boulder. After a long moment, a determined expression appeared on his face, and he gave a firm nod.
So what if he had to work for free? So what if he had to be Hell's dog?
Looking at little Huaye, Wu Biao knew that if he did nothing, he would never forgive himself!
So...
"I'll take the job!"
Whoosh—
A faint emotion of relief came from within the gale. Then it shot into the sky, stirring the Reishi throughout the entire Soul Society.
Endless Hell Miasma poured from Wu Biao's right arm. The black, swirling brand slowly faded, eventually transforming into a pair of doors. Skeletons adorned the Gates of Hell.
The doors gradually opened, then merged into the wrists of Wu Biao's arms, forming two tattoo-like brands.
Clatter!
The chains around Wu Biao's body began to rattle. The chains he had never been able to remove, no matter how hard he tried, shattered piece by piece and finally vanished into nothingness. The long-absent feeling of hunger returned to his stomach!
He had shed the identity of a Togabito!
And somewhere beyond his sight, all of Hell erupted into a frenzy. Every Hell Keeper stopped what they were doing and knelt, as if