"Benefactor, this humble monk is Jia Jin. Greetings."
Accompanied by a soft-spoken greeting, a delicate-looking monk stood before Aizen, his hands pressed together into a triangle as he bowed lightly.
Of course, probably no ordinary monk in this world would dare stand so calmly and comfortably before Aizen.
The terrifying lightning crackling restlessly through the space around them alone was enough to make most people tremble in fear.
The monk called Lord Jashin by Hidan, who called himself Jia Jin, gave off an exceedingly strange feeling at that moment.
His upper body was bare, his fair skin smoother and softer than a woman's, and an eerie seal hung around his neck.
His bald head reflected the lightning with a sheen like a mirror.
A robe was casually twisted and wrapped around his waist, faintly revealing flashes of glaring crimson.
Other than the black dot between his brows, his facial features looked quite refined.
Yet strangely, despite that refined appearance, his face gave off a faintly unpleasant sensation—or rather... a nauseating, revolting feeling.
Aizen lightly held Kyoka Suigetsu in his hand. His cold eyes swept over Jia Jin, who wore a smile at the corner of his lips. A faint smile rose on Aizen's own lips as he chuckled.
"So you're the one who calls himself an evil god?"
Hearing Aizen's words, the monk Jia Jin smiled as though reminiscing for a moment, then replied softly.
"Perhaps so. This humble monk once came to realize that since chaos in this world could not be quelled and the righteous gods would not resolve it, why not call myself an evil god and seek a solution..."
Aizen gave him an interested glance and chuckled.
"Calling yourself an evil god in the vain hope of resolving the world's strife and chaos?"
Hearing that, the