Long ago, back when he had still been a Gillian, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez had already stood apart from the rest. He possessed an individual consciousness, making him an anomaly among them.
From then on, he devoured his own kind and fed on Menos. Everything he did was to satisfy his instinct to evolve.
Later, after encountering Hollows like Xiaolong Koufang, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez learned for the first time of the relationships among Menos, and came to recognize his own uniqueness.
Xiaolong had once predicted that he would become a Vasto Lorde—a true king!
Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez had believed it without question.
Countless years passed. The number of Menos he devoured continued to grow, and so did his strength. Becoming a Vasto Lorde was no longer an unreachable dream.
Then Las Noches rose again. Countless bizarre creatures emerged from within it and began their conquest of Hueco Mundo.
At the same time, the Hollow Kingdom was quietly established within Hueco Mundo, and similar creatures embarked on the other half of the conquest.
Strangely, the two factions confronted one another while avoiding each other, as if some unspoken understanding existed between them.
But without question, the other Menos in Hueco Mundo suffered because of it.
They were either recruited or turned into food. Just as the Shinigami before him had said, there was only one choice: submission or death.
Stubborn pride glimmered in Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez's sky-blue eyes.
Even now, he did not fear death. Even as the scent of despair completely engulfed him, even as every bone in his body creaked and groaned under unbearable strain.
"Oh?" Su Feng raised an eyebrow, sounding mildly surprised. "It seems you've chosen what you believe is the right answer."
Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez remained silent.
He wanted to spit out a few threats, but the spiritual pressure bearing down on