"Well, the Arrancar turned out quite successfully."
Gin Ichimaru surveyed their creation with satisfaction. "It can absolutely be called perfect."
"Gin, let me correct you on one point. There is no such thing as perfection in this world."
Aizen set down the bloodstained scalpel. A gentle smile appeared on his kindly face, while a hint of profound meaning flickered in his eyes behind the lenses.
"Captain Kurotsuchi once said that perfection means absolute failure."
"Whether Shinigami, Menos, or Arrancar and Visored who possess the powers of both, the moment they are labeled 'perfect,' they are destined to become failures."
D-Roy Link remained lying on his side, feeling the immense power continuously welling up within his body. Gradually, a look of obsession surfaced in his eyes.
That's right, this is it!
This is the power a true Menos should possess. This is the destiny I, Lord D-Roy Link, was meant to have!
Foolish Shinigami, you have no idea what you've done!
What you have done has enraged a sleeping beast!
His ever-rising spiritual pressure made the metal operating table creak under the unbearable strain.
Aizen and the others paid it no mind.
During the Arrancarization experiments, operating tables were not consumed much less quickly than Menos.
This was merely an insignificant price on the path to success.
Compared to those needless sacrifices, a few operating tables were nothing at all.
"D-Roy Link, please release your spiritual pressure with all your strength."
Aizen smiled. "I need to record the relevant data for the next Arrancarization experiment."
At those words, a savage grin suddenly spread across D-Roy Link's face.
"Gladly."
As soon as he spoke, the muscles all over his body swelled violently. Veins writhed madly beneath his flesh like twisting little snakes, and blood flooded through his body. Like a balloon being