In the novel " Shinigami the Unforgiven," Chapter 45, it is said that "it is meaningless for us to live in a meaningless world." He wanted to find the entrance and exit switch in the vast Pantheon. It wasn't that he couldn't do it alone, but he was afraid that moving at high speed would cause too much noise.
Shiraishi could deceive the Espada Gin Ichimaru, but he couldn't guarantee that he could deceive Aizen.
Even while inside the Great Spirit Book Library, by exerting all my Spiritual Sense to extend outwards, I detected the Reiatsu reactions of over tens of thousands of Arrancar.
He could never catch a glimpse of the man in the palace.
Is the actual distance too great? Or has it already transcended a dimension?
These are all mysteries.
Before he could crack the code, he dared not act rashly and wanted to take a safe approach, breaking through from within to obtain the exact location of the Pantheon control room.
According to Kisuke Urahara, the control room's switching power has been constantly changing among the Espada, so Emilou must know the location of that place.
She was Tier Harribel's subordinate, but their relationship wasn't just that of a simple superior and subordinate; it was more like that of two sisters with a deep bond.
Moreover, it's not too difficult to get closer to Emilou. Her bad temper means she's not very cunning, and as long as you find the right approach, there's no such thing as bad flattery.
Bang.
As the enemy's crystal exploded, Shiraishi stood up and said, "Ah, if only I could play with Lady Emilou."
"Forget about it, the library has a limited number of computers."
While Emilou admired the new employee, she wasn't ready to make an exception for him.
I'll make you a cup of tea.
Shiraishi smiled. When this guy suffers a series of defeats, he'll remember his kindness and want the expert to carry him to victory.
Then he can use this game to bring them closer.
"Hmm," Emilou, sitting in the spot he had left in, the chair still warm.
She looked at 234's score; it was so-so, just slightly better than hers.
Emilou didn't start a game immediately. Instead, she checked her match history and found three green matches with more than ten kills in each game. She was truly a talented player.
She felt a pang of sadness, exited the match history page, and started the next game.
In terms of kills, she's unbeatable when things are going well, but she struggles to hold on when things are going badly.
Emilou didn't want to be outdone by her employees, so she chose to send out her strongest Shinigami character, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto.
" Emilou, the tea is here. I'll go back to work now."
Shiraishi did not offer any guidance or advice.
Nobody likes being pointed at and criticized while playing games, especially with Emilou's fiery temper; such criticism only backfires.
He chose to stay away, going to the reading area and quietly observing the front desk.
Emilou's voice couldn't be heard due to the distance; all that could be seen was her opening her mouth as she began using voice input to communicate warmly with her teammates.
It hasn't been that long.
Shiraishi muttered to himself, then turned and entered the bookshelf area, strolling among the tall bookshelves, the cool air filled with the fragrance of books.
Even the sound of footsteps slowed down, as if afraid of disturbing time.
He looked at the collection of books, which were divided into different sections: philosophy, biology, history, light, and so on.
His appreciation for sophisticated entertainment like philosophy is limited to those statements that sound very highbrow.
He simply couldn't bear to read the whole thing; he couldn't enjoy the sophisticated pleasures of a philosopher, and could only appreciate the vulgar aspects.
Shiraishi picked up a light novel World of the Living was different. The appeal of light novels was still largely the same: the thrill of a comeback.
The male protagonist appears to be an ordinary Arrancar, but his true strength is so great that even the Shinigami are no match for him. He has always wanted to live a peaceful life.
Unfortunately, the evil Shinigami attacked Hueco Mundo. In this moment of crisis, the protagonist stepped forward, defeated the attacking Shinigami, and then broke into Soul Society to fight the evil Shinigami and win over a Shinigami.
Shiraishi was engrossed in reading, losing track of time, until he sensed approaching Reiatsu. He closed the book, put it back on the shelf, and walked towards the door.
Just as I stepped out of the bookshelf area, the library's main entrance was pushed open.
A male Arrancar enters the library.
He was dressed in pure white clothing with a black trim at the collar, had short, choppy black hair, light green tear stains under his eyes, and wore a helmet-shaped ethereal mask on the left side of his head.
Ulquiorra.
Shiraishi recognized the other person at a glance and stepped forward to ask, "Hello."
Are you a new employee at the library?
Ulquiorra asked a question.
Shiraishi nodded and said, "Mm."
" Thus Spoke Zarathustra, ' Get it for me.'"
After Ulquiorra finished speaking, he put his hands in his pockets and gracefully walked towards the reading area.
According to the rules of the Great Spirit Book Library, books are only provided for readers to place; readers are responsible for picking up books, and staff members only help with returning them.
This is to prevent people from simply placing books on different bookshelves for convenience.
However, Ulquiorra was one of the Espada, and his status was different from that of ordinary guests. He naturally had the authority to ask someone to help him get the book.
He didn't intentionally flaunt this power; it was just that taking the book was a meaningless act, and doing it or not made no difference.
Thinking about meaningless questions is pointless in itself, so there's no need for him to do it; he can simply ask someone else to get it for him.
Shiraishi walked to the front desk and asked, " Emilou, where is the book 'Thus Spoke Zarathustra '?"
Emilou streak and was now back in defensive mode, yelling irritably, "Shut up! Let that guy go get it himself! We have no obligation to help people get their books!"
"Oh."
Shiraishi nodded and called out, "Hey, if you want to read any books, go get them yourself. We won't help you get them."
"Cough cough."
Emilou choked on her breath, looked up from the computer screen, and glared at the man outside the reception desk. Was he really that brave?
If you hear her say that, it usually means she'll go find it quietly herself, rather than refusing you outright.
After all, he's one of the Espada!
Ulquiorra stopped in his tracks.
The atmosphere in the library grew increasingly quiet.
Emilou, forgetting about playing games, jumped out from behind the counter, forcing a smile, and said, "Uh, Ulquiorra, don't mind him, he's just a new guy, he's not very good at things."
Ulquiorra turned his head, not angry, and calmly asked, "Can I still get my book?"
Of course.
Emilou readily agreed, watching him continue walking forward. Then she turned back and lightly kicked him, saying, "Are you stupid? He's one of the Espada, the Fifth Blade, Ulquiorra. Don't you know him?"
Shiraishi said with a serious expression, "I was just doing what Emilou ordered. Whether he's Espada or not is none of my business."
"You idiot."
Emilou's expression was quite pleased as she said, "Third row of the Philosophy section, number ninety. Go there and get the book for Ulquiorra."
"Um."
Shiraishi nodded and started walking in that direction.
Emilou back to the front and resumed the fight.
Ulquiorra walked to the bench by the French windows, sat down quietly, and gazed at the scenery outside.
To outsiders, he seemed to be deep in thought.
In reality, Ulquiorra was simply spacing out.
With the meaningful work assigned to me by Lord Aizen finished, the rest of my time is meaningless.
During this time, he liked to pass the time by reading human books; those meaningless moans, combined with meaningless time, were a reasonable arrangement.
Hearing footsteps, Ulquiorra turned his gaze from the window and asked, "Why did you refuse to get my book earlier?"
Shiraishi placed the book on the table in front of him and replied, "I'm simply following the library rules and obeying Lady Emilou's orders."
Loyalty?
Ulquiorra's deathly pale face was utterly devoid of humanity as he asked, "If I said I would crush your hands and feet, smash your skull, and rip out your heart, would you still be able to give the same answer?"
"Won't."
Shiraishi replied decisively.
Emilou isn't around, so there's no need for her to show any loyalty.
Ulquiorra was slightly taken aback by this idea, and said, "Humans are really hard to understand. I thought you would say you would never betray Emilou, even at the cost of your life."
Shiraishi truthfully replied, "If you don't take any violent action against me, I can still shout slogans."
"Is that so? Your fear stems from your own heart. The heart is truly a troublesome thing."
Ulquiorra murmured, recalling how he had seen the word "heart" many times in human literature.
There is great doubt about its existence; his eyes can reflect everything, and there is nothing he cannot capture.
But he just couldn't see the heart.
If something cannot be reflected, it means that it does not exist.
His idea was overturned by a book, which argued that in such a vast world, absolute concepts inherently imply imperfection.
If it were truly absolute, there would be no need to emphasize that it is absolute.
He had discussed the topic of the heart with Luppi and Loly.
Luppi always had a mocking look on her face, saying that there was no need to understand the human heart.
Like him, Loly's heart was empty; she had no desire for life, nor any fear of death. She couldn't understand the meaning of the heart, yet she was trying to understand it.
"Tell me, how can I try to understand someone's heart?"
Ulquiorra asked the man before him, "Would you understand if you opened your chest and took out your heart?"
"Don't say such terrifying things."
Shiraishi casually remarked, "Go fall in love. Once you fall in love with someone, you'll understand what it feels like to have your heart."
Ulquiorra stared thoughtfully at the man before him.
Shiraishi hurriedly waved his hand and said, "I'm talking about love with women, not with men!"
"Oh." Ulquiorra looked away from him and turned to Emilou at the front desk. Would confessing to her, like in the books, make everything clear?
Give it a try.
Ulquiorra got up and walked towards the front desk.
A thoughtful look appeared in Shiraishi's eyes as he searched for the solution that best suited his interests, balancing between obstruction and non-obstruction.
Bang! The library door was suddenly pushed open roughly.
Emilou looked up, about to reprimand him, but the person interrupted, calling out, "Lord Ulquiorra, Lord Aizen wants you to go see him."