Invading the Multiverse, the Creator of the Only Real World

Chapter 218 Kurosaki Ichigo's Utopia

A bad God, a God who likes to play with people's hearts, this is the weakness of the strong!

"It's really interesting to think about a problem from the perspective of a pure weakling for the first time, Urahara Kisuke." Aizen looked at the enemy who had reconciled with him.

"Alala, there's nothing we can do about it. After all, the other party is a true god." Urahara Kisuke once exchanged information about hell with Kurosaki Ichigo, which is an extremely important part of the information.

When they were protected by the Spirit King, they revered and feared him, but once the Spirit King passed away, they were like children who had lost their protection.

But only in this way can they take a step towards becoming stronger.

"The Soul King is gone, but he left behind a chance for victory." Aizen still remembered the words the Soul King left when he was defeated. The world could not be a match for Hell, but the miracles within the world were enough to defeat Hell.

What is the miracle in the world? Human beings, only human beings!

"Only the Quincy can pacify Hell, because only the Quincy's power is enough to destroy the spirituality in the spirit particles and restore it to heaven and earth." Urahara Kisuke finally understood the reason why the Quincy was destroyed.

In addition to destroying the order of the three realms, it also directly aims at the ultimate goal, which is to turn the entire world into a soulless world.

Therefore, the Quincy, as the only system that can truly eliminate the evil spirits of Hell, are now hiding everywhere like rats crossing the street.

"The human son who possesses the power of the three realms but surpasses the Soul King, you mean - Kurosaki Ichigo, right?" Aizen said. He knew who Urahara Kisuke was referring to, but was Kurosaki Ichigo really possible?

Aizen doesn't think that Kurosaki Ichigo has the determination and willpower to defeat the gods, because he is too gentle, like a sweet and warm cake, without any sense of threat.

How can such a person be an enemy of the hell that plays with people's hearts?

"That's why we can trust Ichigo." Urahara Kisuke hates hell, but he is also afraid of the Soul King.

Because what the Spirit King did proved that he was a truly selfless being, but any being who was selfless and absolutely fair would be like a monster to others.

Today, the Spirit King is able to sacrifice himself for the order of the Three Realms. If there are designs and plans that are higher than the order of the Three Realms, then the Spirit King will certainly and ruthlessly overthrow the current Three Realms and start all over again.

Therefore, what they wanted to create was a - a human god!
"Do you think Hell knows our plan?" Aizen asked back.

"Of course I know, and I'm even waiting to see." Urahara Kisuke said in a heavy tone.

In fact, no one is completely sure, but they are willing to fight for that last chance.

"We must give him a goal, a goal that is attractive enough to him." Aizen said.

Looking back on Ichigo Kurosaki's life, it was his relatives and friends who could truly stimulate his potential.

It is because the love is deep that the hatred is deep.

At this moment, Ichigo Kurosaki was struggling to survive in hell with the remnants of the Invisible Empire. The death of Yhwach caused the original Invisible Empire to fall apart, but Ichigo Kurosaki naturally replaced Yhwach's position.

Because the real meaning of Ichigo Kurosaki's D is - "deity!" It is translated as God, also known as divinity!
The once prosperous city has now turned into a desolate ruin. The towering buildings have become distorted under the erosion of the power of hell. The collapsed walls and broken windows are like countless wailing souls, telling the story of the past glory and the present decline. The streets are full of rubble and debris. The bustling crowds of the past have now disappeared, leaving only dark shadows wandering in the ruins. The once brilliant colors are now only gray outlines, which makes people feel desolate.

The sky was covered with thick dark clouds, as if a ray of light would never be able to see through. A gloomy atmosphere filled the air, making one feel suffocated.

The miasma of hell surged like a tide, engulfing everything around, and even the air was filled with a smell of decay. In the corners of the city, low groans occasionally came, as if those souls trapped in the darkness were shouting silently, telling of their despair and pain.

In this endless darkness, you can occasionally see some lost figures wandering in the ruins, with despair and helplessness in their eyes. The happiness and hope of the past have become out of reach at this moment, replaced by endless torture and loneliness, as if they may be swallowed by the darkness at any time.

On the edge of the ruins, some broken signs can be vaguely seen. They were once the symbol of the city, but now they are particularly glaring. They sway in the darkness, telling the world about the past of this city.

Those glorious memories seem so pale and powerless at this moment. The dreams and hopes we once had turned into bubbles under the invasion of darkness.

But in these ruins, only a handful of people are still struggling to survive. They are wearing gray-black robes, holding longbows in their hands, absorbing the surrounding spirit particles and turning them into light arrows to shoot out.

In this ruin, as arrows of light continued to be shot out, the wandering souls hit by the arrows seemed to be awakened in an instant.

At that moment, the outline of the soul began to distort, and then turned into a dazzling light, emitting a warm and bright glow, and then was absorbed into an unnamed space.

These souls were once the incarnations of countless lives, carrying their memories, emotions and desires. However, in this land eroded by darkness, they are bound and wandering in endless despair. Every arrow of light shot out is the liberation of these souls, saving them from the shackles of pain and returning them to the light.

"I don't want to make food and those meaningless things anymore. What's the point?" Gremi Tomeu said angrily.

Greme's ability is to instantly turn the imagination in his mind into reality. Therefore, through his ability, Ichigo Kurosaki protected his relatives and many people.

But Gremi Tome could no longer bear it. Ever since he followed the new king, his brain, which he was so proud of, could only do these trivial and meaningless things.

After falling into hell, all living beings will gradually fall into hell through the control and absorption of spirit particles.

Because as long as you survive, you will communicate with hell itself, and then you will fall into hell.

"Follow His Majesty's orders, Gremi." But Lijie Barrow said coldly. "If your brain wasn't still useful, you would have no need to exist now."

The holy word that Lijie Barrow possesses is called "All-piercing". He releases his "All-piercing" power with the spirit rifle, and everything that is touched on the straight line between the muzzle and the target will be penetrated.

And what he held in his hands was none other than the body of Gremi Tomeu, a brain enclosed in a glass cover, just right for being restrained by Lijie Barro.

Damn it! Gremi Tomiu was extremely angry, but he had no other options. He could only absorb spirit particles to create the only utopia in this ruin.

It was as if they existed in another world, an imaginary world, and everything that Ichigo Kurosaki cherished still existed in the beautiful Karakura Town.

Covered in his own armor and wearing a gray-black robe, Ichigo Kurosaki looked at another world and continued his hunting career. But how long can he hold on? The originally white armor was entangled with black and red lines.

The price for repurifying the spirit particles infected by the miasma of hell is what Ichigo Kurosaki possesses - divinity!
(End of this chapter)