Three Days Without Rest: Ultimate Surrender! Origin Replenishment, a World of Despairing Silence

The heavy doors of Las Noches, constructed from a mixture of top-grade obsidian and white jade, have been closed for a full seventy-two hours.

Outside the palace, the Hueco Mundo, chilling night wind and deathly white sands of Hueco Mundo reign supreme; but within this gate, adorned with intricate incantations, a "special battle" that defies the limits of carbon-based life forms' understanding—a battle both utterly absurd and brutally fierce—is unleashing a torrent of emotions that stirs the blood.

This was not a battle of swords and spears, but a primal war.

Tobirama Uchiha, the silver-haired emperor who sat atop the throne, single-handedly confronted this "alliance of beauties" composed of the most exquisite women from Soul Society and Hueco Mundo.

On the vast, luxurious couch, the intense battle and decadent scene were enough to make even the most resolute person lose their composure in an instant.

Yoruichi Shihōin was the first to succumb. This Taijutsu master, who was once as agile as a black cat on the battlefield of the World of the Living, was now limp and disheveled at the edge of the messy quilt. Her once-proudly supple waist had completely given up after a day and a night of intense assault. Her golden vertical pupils had lost all focus, the whites of her eyes rolled back slightly, her lips parted slightly, and she could only let out a weak, thread-like plea for mercy.

Faced with the absolute abyss of physical strength, any skill that one is proud of seems ridiculous.

Seeing Ye forcefully advance like a mother wolf guarding her prey, she channeled all her honed fighting instincts into relentless appeasement and frantic demands on the bed.

However, her supposedly superior regenerative abilities were like Fire Fly trying to compete with the moon in the face of Tobirama Uchiha's " Perfect Sage Body," which combined the characteristics of the Ten-Tails and the God Tree.

That vast, star-studded, molten Yang Release Chakra, hot as lava, only lasted half a day. This unprecedented and unparalleled villain of Soul Society completely collapsed in this chilling ecstasy, sobbing uncontrollably as he clung tightly to the man's back, letting out a desperate whimper and surrender deep in his throat.

He had attempted to use the Arrancar's unique and powerful physique to launch a final, almost perpetual motion-like, ferocious attack, but was easily crushed into dust.

The endless, heavy pain could only produce physiological tears, as the silver-haired ruler took whatever he wanted from her in unconscious trembling.

They had long since exhausted their last bit of strength in this terrifying war of attrition, and like exquisite white jade sculptures that had lost their souls, they were scattered haphazardly in every corner of the main hall.

For three whole days and three nights.

Without any magical enhancement or external assistance, Tobirama Uchiha, relying solely on his perfect physical body that transcended dimensional definitions, utterly annihilated this group of once unapproachable and aloof figures in their respective fields!

The air was filled with a rich, almost condensed, fragrance of orchids and musk, along with a decadent atmosphere.

"They've all fallen? My interest has only just been piqued a tiny bit."

Tobirama slowly rose from the soft couch, his tall, straight body showing no signs of fatigue. On the contrary, it radiated a lustrous, jade-like glow due to the extreme activity of his Yang Release. He casually draped a soft black silk robe over himself, his eyes, which seemed to gleam with the fading light of stars, lazily sweeping over the stunningly beautiful spoils of war scattered on the floor, where the women were panting heavily.

Having broken through his limits at seventy, he had firmly etched the mark of "absolute dominance" into his heart. From now on, with just a glance from him, these once aloof female warriors would reflexively transform into the most docile sparrows.

"Very well. Considering that you have served me fairly these past few days, I have always been clear about rewards and punishments."

Tobirama walked slowly to the center of the main hall and slowly raised his right palm.

The Setsuna he turned his palm over, the air throughout the entire Las Noches suddenly trembled violently!

A strange sphere of energy, interwoven with pure white and dark black, quietly condensed at his fingertips. Inside the sphere, countless galaxies seemed to be born and die in a cycle, emanating a vast aura that instilled awe in the instincts of all carbon-based life forms.

This is Tobirama the core essence of the " Soul Society " and " Hueco Mundo " that Tobirama forcibly devoured using the World Master Level system when he previously wiped out the two worlds!

"Now that she has become my possession, if she can't even handle a few small fry, wouldn't it be a waste of my face to go out like this?"

Tobirama a cold smile, then suddenly clenched his fist.

With a soft "click," the primordial sphere of light, which gathered the fortunes of two worlds, instantly transformed into more than a dozen dazzling golden streaks of light!

These streaks of light traced extremely mysterious trajectories in mid-air, and then, as if they had eyes, they accurately shot into the depths of the foreheads of every woman present!

"Hmm!"

The women, who were already unable to lift even a finger, experienced an uncontrollable, violent tremor the moment they came into contact with the stream of light!

The Miracle unfolded without warning within this decadent palace.

Rangiku Matsumoto opened her eyes in astonishment, staring at her hands in disbelief. The extreme soreness caused by three days and three nights of relentless torment vanished the Setsuna the golden light entered her body. In its place came a vast Spiritual Pressure that seemed to threaten to burst her soul!

"What... what kind of power is this?! My Chain Link and Soul Sleep... are burning! They're being reshaped!"

Not only her, but also Retsu Unohana, Yoruichi Shihouin, Soi Fon, and others were all utterly shocked.

They clearly sensed that the shackles of the Death God realm that had troubled them for hundreds, even thousands of years, that seemingly untouchable transparent ceiling, were as fragile as a thin sheet of paper in the face of this wisp of primordial energy that Tobirama had casually bestowed upon them, and were easily pierced!

Rumble!!!

If anyone were outside the palace at this moment, they would be horrified to discover that more than a dozen beams of Spiritual Pressure, each with a different shape but equally terrifying enough to change the color of the heavens and earth, were simultaneously piercing through the sky above the Hueco Mundo!

The Reishi cheered, and space rejoiced.

In the original work, the " Royal Guard " level, which was only accessible to the royal agents of the Zero Division, was now being surpassed one after another by these women, just like cabbages being sold wholesale at a market!

The voids in Harribel and Nel's bodies were completely healed by this power of creation, transforming them into flawless, fair skin. Their souls were no longer confined by the incompleteness of the void, but had truly ascended to become High-Order life forms comparable to the favored ones of the gods!

What's even more frenzied is that, with each breakthrough in their cultivation level, an extremely tiny, dark gold mark resembling the Uchiha Clan's Gunbai emblem appears between the eyebrows of each of them.

This means that from this moment on, they have been recognized by the laws of the world and have become eternal companions to Tobirama Uchiha. As time flows and years pass, their beauty will be forever frozen at the most beautiful and peak moment of their lives, never aging, never fading!

"My God... this power... has even surpassed that of Captain-Commander Yamamoto back then..."

Rukia Kuchiki stared blankly as she experienced the tumultuous transformation within her body, two streams of tears uncontrollably sliding down her cheeks. She had once thought that she would only ever be an insignificant, low-ranking Death God, but she never imagined that simply by following this man, even as a maid serving tea and water, the gifts she received would far exceed the wildest dreams she could ever imagine!

It requires no effort and no arduous training.

As long as you cling tightly to this strongest thigh in the world and obediently lie on the bed to please him, you can achieve a mindless power that ordinary people cannot reach even in billions of years!

This absurd reality, which overturned all the ironclad rules of cultivation, completely shattered the last remaining trace of restraint and past ties in the hearts of the women.

"Owner..."

Retsu Unohana was the first to react. Without even bothering to put on a piece of clothing to cover herself, she crawled naked, revealing her flawless, snow-white skin, to Tobirama's feet.

She lowered her head, the one that had once struck fear into the entire Soul Society, like the most devout fanatic, and pressed her tear-stained red lips deeply onto Tobirama's instep.

"Your kindness is something I can never repay in this lifetime. From this day forward, I will be the sharpest blade in your hand and the most lowly slave on your bed! If I have any disloyalty, I am willing to be punished with the annihilation of my soul!"

One stone stirs up a thousand waves.

Yoruichi Shihōin, Soi Fon, Harribel, Nel, Rangiku Matsumoto...

All the stunning beauties who had just undergone a conceptual transformation had lost all of their original aloofness and pride. They rushed forward, clinging tightly to Tobirama's legs, expressing their unwavering devotion and endless submission with the most humble and fervent words.

With such a creator, who would still yearn for the corrupt and incompetent Soul Society? Who would still care about those former comrades who were as weak as ants?

Looking at the group of supreme divine servants at his feet who had completely submitted to his cause, Tobirama pinched Nel's delicate cheek with satisfaction, his smile revealing a calm and composed control over everything.

at the same time.

In stark contrast to the decadent and endlessly joyous atmosphere of Las Noches.

In the World of the Living, Karakura Town.

Beneath this dilapidated town, shrouded in gloom and deathly silence, in a highly secluded basement filled with layers of isolation barriers, a suffocating atmosphere permeates the air, almost driving one to madness.

In the dim light, several figures, like ghosts barely clinging to life, sat around a dilapidated wooden table.

Wearing a green striped coat, Kisuke Urahara, who usually always smiled and waved a folding fan, now clutched his signature fisherman's hat tightly in his hand, the edges deformed from the excessive force. His usually shrewd eyes were bloodshot, and deep within them lay an unyielding sense of despondency and helplessness.

Opposite him stood Hirako Shinji, the Visored, with a buzz cut and a full Shinji Hirako. This once arrogant captain-level figure was now like a crazed addict, chain-smoking cheap cigarettes, completely obscuring himself in the acrid smoke.

In the corner, there was also a wheelchair.

In a wheelchair, a white-haired boy sat slumped, his limbs completely crippled, his spirit and Chain Link utterly destroyed, reduced to a complete cripple.

That was the former genius, the captain of the 10th Division, Toshiro Hitsugaya.

On the verge of that world-ending war, he was swept away by the aftershocks of a shockwave and barely escaped with his life. But the price was the loss of all his cultivation and the forced viewing of his vice-captain, Rangiku Matsumoto, kneeling humiliatingly at that man's feet, willingly throwing himself into the arms of Devil.

"Snap!"

Toshiro Hitsugaya bit his lip hard until his sharp teeth pierced his flesh, and bright red blood dripped down his chin onto his clothes, but he seemed to feel no pain at all.

"It's been three days..."

The boy in the wheelchair emitted a hoarse, trembling voice like a broken bellows, the impotent rage in his voice causing the temperature in the basement to drop to freezing point.

"That beast... that tyrant who stole everything from Soul Society!"

"The intelligence has been confirmed." Kisuke Urahara spoke in a hoarse voice, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with deep sorrow.

" The Space Barrier of Hueco Mundo has been completely solidified. That man built a palace on the ruins. And our comrades... Captain Unohana, Head of the Shihouin Clan, Captain Soi Fon, Vice-Captain Matsumoto, Inoue- san... all of them were forcibly abducted there."

"Just now, the remaining observation instruments of the Research and Development Institute detected Spiritual Pressure fluctuations emanating from Hueco Mundo. That Spiritual Pressure... all of it surpassed the limits of Death God."

Kisuke Urahara closed his eyes in anguish, two streams of tears sliding down his cheeks.

"They did not resist. Or rather... they had completely given up resisting. Their Spiritual Pressure carried an extremely pure, assimilated fanaticism."

Shinji Hirako slammed the cigarette butt on the table, burning a black hole in it. He clutched his head with both hands, letting out a suppressed roar like a wounded beast.

"Then what else can we do?! Go to Hueco Mundo to rescue people?! Go fight that god who slapped the Captain-Commander to death?!"

"We can't even defeat one of his fingers! We can only cower in this sunless burrow like rats in the sewers, listening to that Devil run rampant in our world!!!"

Utter desolation! Utter humiliation!

They were Death God who once proclaimed themselves Guardians of the world. But when true terror descended, they didn't even have the right to stand before their opponents and draw their swords.

They could only watch helplessly as their once-admired seniors, their once-secretly-loved companions, and the juniors they once risked their lives to protect willingly submitted to that man, even feeling grateful for his favor!

This is the ultimate way to kill someone by destroying their spirit!

"Stop talking..." Toshiro Hitsugaya buried his head deep in his knees, letting out the most desperate, heart-wrenching cry of his life.

In this shattered world that Tobirama Uchiha had utterly trampled underfoot.

There was no hope, no the Miracle.

Resistance became a luxury that was not even daring to be considered. All the passion and defiance could only be transformed into the darkest and most powerless rage in the gutter.

This is the tragedy of the weak.