Death: Captain Millennium

Karakura Town

"Huh! These damn Hollows have been appearing way too frequently lately! Why are there more Hollows?"

With an angry complaint, a Death God stationed here to protect the safety of the world had just purified a Hollow that had just been transformed.

However, before he could catch his breath and rest, the messenger machine he carried with him rang at an inopportune time, and the sharp and piercing ring broke the brief silence.

"Why did the Void appear again in such a short time? Could it be that this place has been designated as a key target for attack by the Void?"

The God of Death did not dare to delay for even a moment and immediately rushed towards the location indicated by the messenger machine.

"This...what's going on? Is this thing broken?"

When he hurried to the designated location, he was surprised to find that everything around him was calm and there was no sign of anything unusual.

The Grim Reaper frowned, and with a puzzled look on his face, he reached out and knocked on the screen of the messenger machine in his hand to check if there was any malfunction, but after some operation, he did not find any obvious problems.

"This is truly bizarre! In any case, after this stationing mission is over, we should hurry back to Soul Society and send this thing to the Technology Development Bureau for proper repairs."

Death muttered to himself and turned to return to his base. However, on his way back, he accidentally stepped into a small puddle of water on the side of the road.

Something unexpected happened. The ordinary puddle of water seemed to come alive suddenly. It quickly turned into an extremely solid water prison at lightning speed, tightly wrapping the defenseless Grim Reaper inside.

A feeling of suffocation so strong that it made it almost impossible to breathe came over like a tide. The Grim Reaper struggled desperately to break free from this strange bondage, but it was in vain.

In just a few seconds, the poor Grim Reaper lost his life inexplicably in extreme pain and fear, without even having time to call for help.

"Not bad! Pan."

An exclamation of praise echoed in the air, and the voice came from a dark corner of the street.

A short kid slowly emerged from the shadows, his eyes fixed on the scene before him, his face filled with uncontrollable excitement.

A jaw-dropping scene occurred. What was originally just a seemingly ordinary pool of water began to change its shape in a strange and slow way.

As if it had life, it gradually stretched and twisted, and finally turned into a complete human form!

What is even more surprising is that the face of this human figure is 80% similar to the little boy who just walked out of the shadows.

Just as the two children were immersed in the joy of successfully defeating the God of Death, an uncle wearing headphones suddenly appeared from the depths of the darkness.

He walked up to the two children with an expressionless face, stretched out his hand mercilessly, and hit them hard on the head.

"Ouch! It hurts! Uncle Koga Tsuyoshi!"

The two little brats simultaneously covered their heads with their hands, groaning in pain. Although a big bump instantly appeared on their heads, they couldn't help but cast a wronged look at the stern uncle.

After all, for their first time participating in actual combat and being able to eliminate a Grim Reaper so smoothly, they felt that they had done quite well.

"Pan!"

"Peng!"

"You two little brats, your performance this time was indeed quite good. But remember, don't get complacent with this small victory! After all, we're facing the dreaded Grim Reaper!"

Koga Gang looked at the two little kids in front of him, a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it and replaced it with a serious expression.

"Although you were able to take down this Death God unexpectedly this time, that only shows that you were lucky. If you encounter a more experienced Death God next time, I'm afraid things won't be so simple! They won't let you succeed as easily as they did today! Therefore, no matter where you are, you must remain highly vigilant and calm, and never let your guard down for even a moment! Do you understand?"

Koga Tsuyoshi stared at Pan and Peng closely, as if trying to see from their eyes whether they had really heard what he said.

"I know! Uncle Koga Tsuyoshi!"

Pan and Peng's faces were filled with unconcealable frustration. They had originally been looking forward to receiving praise from Uncle Koga Tsuyoshi, after all, the mission was completed quite smoothly.

However, contrary to their expectations, they were not greeted with praise but with a barrage of criticism. The two of them looked like eggplants hit by frost, their heads drooping in listlessness.

"Let's go! It's getting late, we should go back."

Koga Tsuyoshi patted Pan and Peng on the shoulders and took the lead to walk forward. Pan and Peng looked at each other, sighed helplessly, and could only follow him silently.

The figures of the three people appeared a little blurry in the hazy moonlight. As they walked farther and farther away, their figures finally merged into the boundless darkness, as if nothing had ever happened here.

"Really?! I almost forgot about these guys?"

Lin Yu stood on the top of a building in the dark. He saw everything that had just happened. He didn't know what he was thinking and had no interest in taking action at all.

These three people are a group of guys called Soul Hunters, strange beings accidentally created by the Soul Society while conducting research on eternal life.

The experiment had suffered a tragic failure. The huge explosion caused a large amount of mutated spirit particles to surge out like a flood, and spread to the three realms at an alarming speed.

These strange leptons merged with the human body, giving birth to a strange life form with human appearance and inhuman power, which is now the soul hunter.

Talking about their origins and experiences is truly heartbreaking. Although they look like ordinary people, the powerful power contained in their bodies is enough to rival those of the Death Gods who live in Soul Society.

It's a pity that fate always seems to like to play tricks on people, giving them such terrifying power, but not giving them the exquisite spiritual power control skills like the god of death.

Therefore, these soul hunters can only rely on their primitive and wild instincts to use this power, and the results are often unpredictable and full of variables.

They are in an extremely awkward and difficult situation. On the one hand, the Soul Society that created them does not recognize them; on the other hand, it is even more unrealistic for them to integrate into human society.

These special beings are immortal and endowed with powerful powers that ordinary humans do not possess, but at the same time they need human souls as food to maintain their own survival.

Such contradictory yet unique characteristics destined them from the very beginning to struggle painfully between two worlds.

Over time, this long-term situation of hardship, exclusion, and discrimination gradually eroded their spirits, and the accumulated repression and dissatisfaction eventually led to psychological distortion.

Gradually, they began to draw together, seeking solace and support, and eventually formed a mysterious organization. The members of this organization were resentful and vowed to launch a crazy revenge against the god of death who created them but abandoned them.

What a rebellious act! He has no sense at all, and the son even wants to beat his father. He must be tired of living!

In fact, these are just their wishful thinking. The higher-ups in Soul Society have never cared about them and just regarded their existence as an accident.

Do elephants pay attention to the lice they shake off? Of course not!