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Unable to withstand the infusion of the Great Void's soul, and even less able to accept the sudden surge of power, with a deafening explosion, he exploded into countless spiritual particles, scattering into the air.

"By the way, what was that gemstone just now?" Ru Yueming asked curiously.

Aizen calmly explained:

"The gem is a power extracted from the souls of the Hollows. Through experimentation and calculation, it can help the Grim Reaper break through the limits of the soul."

As if suddenly enlightened by the bright moonlight.

So, since the Hogyoku hadn't been created yet, the gem was at most a prototype.

However, given Aizen's efficiency and pace, it probably won't be long before the Hogyoku is created.

If he remembered correctly.

The Hogyoku created by Aizen can only be considered a semi-finished product.

The other half was created by Kisuke Urahara; only when the two are combined can the perfect Hogyoku be formed.

So, all this is for the sake of my good brother's grand plan.

Shouldn't we try to drag Kisuke Urahara into this too?

Ru Yueming fell into deep thought.

Aizen ignored him and began to integrate the data and perform deeper calculations on his own.

Unable to come up with a solution, Ruyue Ming stood beside it for a while and observed for a moment before giving up on this pointless endeavor and getting up to leave the laboratory.

However, when he arrived at the shrine of the Rebellious Bone above, a black shadow appeared beneath his feet and clung to his ankle.

Ru Yueming paused for a moment, then walked deeper into the shrine.

Jingyin isn't home today; it seems she's gone to other areas to spread the belief in shrines.

She was very enthusiastic about this and even asked for a promotional haori.

Jingyin is busy with various tasks at the shrine every day, and occasionally performs exorcisms and prayers.

At someone's request, Mimihachi occasionally responds to silent prayers.

However, most of the time, the only person He could connect with was Ru Yueming.

In front of the offering table.

Ru Yueming's expression was very serious, and he nodded in agreement from time to time.

Opposite him, a dark shadow solidified into the shape of a right hand, seemingly conveying some message.

"I see, I understand."

Ru Yueming nodded, then patted his chest confidently and said, "You can rest assured about what I do."

Before leaving, he didn't forget to place some konpeito (Japanese candy) and black tea produced by Hueco Mundo on the offering table.

God knows how Szayelaporro managed to grow black tea in that godforsaken place called Hueco Mundo.

But in terms of taste, it's comparable to the best tea in Soul Society.

…………

Reverse bone area.

Inside the old shrine, a boy with short, light purple hair stood before an empty altar, his hands clasped together, his eyes lowered, as if he were performing some kind of prayer.

His clothes were very worn out, typical of a Rukongai (a type of Japanese street husky).

The boy knew very well that this futile behavior would not elicit any response.

But in the hopeless Rukongai, this might be the only thing that can comfort the soul.

However, just as the boy finished doing all this and was about to leave, a faint voice suddenly came from in front of the offering table:

"Young man, did you drop a golden persimmon or a silver persimmon?"

"Or would you prefer this original flavor persimmon cake with its thin skin, thick flesh, and juicy tenderness?"

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Upon hearing the voice, the purple-haired boy looked up in slight confusion, only to be greeted by a bright smile, like the first ray of sunshine in spring.

But he did not lower his guard because of this; instead, he turned and ran without hesitation.

If you are born into Rukongai and want to survive, the first thing you must do is stay away from any strange people or things.

But before he could reach the shrine entrance, he heard a voice from behind:

"Young man, are you really willing to give up these sweet and delicious persimmons and become an ordinary person?"

For some reason, upon hearing these words, the boy inexplicably stopped in his tracks, turned around warily, and looked at the smiling young man in front of the offering table:

"who are you?"

Ru Yueming smiled and said, "I am a messenger of the gods. Well, you can think of me as the gods' henchman, the kind who does all the dirty and hard work."

The young man was silent.

Although born in Rukongai, he was quite precocious because he had seen all sorts of things, and he was much smarter than children from ordinary families, and knew how to assess situations.

But he was momentarily at a loss for words when the other person said that.

Do gods really exist in this world?

If one had to put it into words, the Shinigami residing in Seireitei were indeed like high and mighty gods to the people of Rukongai.

The boy carefully examined the other person; a white haori, with a black inner garment—the attire didn't resemble that of a commoner from Rukongai…

"grim Reaper?"

Ru Yueming nodded, then shook her head, and pointed to the empty shrine behind her, indicating:

"It's not just Death."

“Normally, Death doesn’t have time to come to such a god-like place. I came here because I was guided by the gods.”

"He heard your prayer and sent me specifically to save you."

"Tell me your choice..."

As she spoke, Ru Yueming took out three persimmon cakes and placed them in front of the boy.

"This one is gold, this one is silver, and this one is original."

Looking at the persimmons in front of him, the boy fell silent again.

Are even the messengers of the gods this unreliable?

These three dried persimmons are completely identical!

After a moment's thought, the boy chose the original flavor of the persimmon cake.

Seeing this, Ru Yueming looked regretful, casually picked up the three persimmon cakes, shook her head, and walked to the boy's side, putting her arm around his shoulder in a familiar manner.

"Young man, I don't know what you're thinking."

"But in a situation where food is scarce, the right choice should be—"

"Want them all!"

The boy looked up, his gaze towards Ruyueming somewhat bewildered.

This robber-like theory had a certain impact on his young mind.

Ru Yueming stuffed all three persimmon cakes into the other person's hand and casually asked:

"Do you remember what you just prayed to the gods for?"

The boy hesitated for a moment, then obediently said:

"Sufficient food and water, and..."

"The meaning of life".

Because of the amazing performance of the person in front of him, he did not choose to lie or deceive.

If the other party really is a divine messenger, wouldn't lying offend them?

Although the young man did not show much pressure, standing next to him always gave one the feeling that one's life was about to end.

It's as if the other party could easily crush you with just a reach of their hand.

Ruyue Ming nodded: "A rather simple wish."

"In that case, I'll reluctantly help you finish it."

"The first two are easy to solve, the key lies in the third..."

He frowned and thought for a moment, then looked at the boy again and asked in return:

What do you think is the meaning of life?

The boy shook his head silently. If he had known, he wouldn't have done something as childish as praying to the gods.

"It's very simple, life doesn't necessarily have a meaning."

Ru Yueming frowned, struggling to search her mind for keywords and words to piece together a complete sentence:

"But if you survive, you'll discover interesting things."

"Just as you have found this shrine, so I have found you..."

Upon hearing this, the boy frowned and looked thoughtful.

He had pondered the answer to this question more than once in his spare time, but ultimately came up empty-handed.

Until I just heard Ruyueming's answer.

Living doesn't necessarily have meaning, but only by living can you encounter meaningful things.

Just like it is now.

The boy nodded slightly and smiled.