In Soul Society, love and bond begin

only......

If possible, it would be better to be the winner.

Fujimiya Makoto's somewhat distracted eyes looked at Nellielu across from him, and he slowly asked his little broken sword:

"Hey."

"I've come to this point, shouldn't you at least play a positive role?"

When he spoke, he actually didn't hold out much hope.

From what Fujimiya Makoto has experienced these days, there are too many Shinigami who have not been able to successfully release their Zanpakutō even if they fight to the death.

But at this time, he would inevitably look for some unrealistic ideas.

Surprisingly.

This time, Xiao Podao actually responded.

[Eh? What are you talking about?]

[The person who refused to respond to "himself" was Makoto from the beginning, right? ]

【As long as you sincerely accept your true self...】

【With the purity of sincerity, anything is possible! 】

Refuse to respond?

Fujimiya Makoto seemed to have thought of something, but he suddenly felt a little chill in his heart. Even his will, which had been tempered to be extremely strong through countless battles, could not help but waver a little.

Xiao Podao's sharp and vulgar words kept emerging from the depths of his mind.

In fact, hasn't he known it all along?

Aren’t those the dirty words I said in my previous life when I was online and discussing with countless people in group friends, online bars, games, and Bika forums?

It’s just, it’s just because Xiao Podao shouted it out in public, so no matter how many times... no matter how many times I hear it, I don’t want to admit it.

Can’t think about it!

I would never admit it even if I die!

Just by recalling those scenes one after another, Fujimiya Makoto felt as if his mind was being torn apart repeatedly by the resurrected memories.

He was just venting and talking online.

Just because you said you were going to have a harem, did you really mean to have one?

How can anything on the Internet be real?!

In real life, he is clearly a person who hides his various systems perfectly!

That's not the real me.

He thought so.

However, when Fujimiya Makoto raised his head again, a hint of light pink suddenly appeared in his originally blood-red pupils, and the faintly heart-shaped glittering light was reflected.

"Click."

Deep in the young man's heart, it was as if there was some extremely solid and thick barrier, and a thin crack appeared.

Although it has not collapsed completely, it is no longer solid.

【Yes! That's it! 】

[It's not quite crisp yet, but it's passable.]

The moment when that voice fell.

A tiny bit of brilliant light slowly emerged from Fujimiya Makoto's severely injured body that was about to wither away.

He raised his head and looked across.

Nellielu looked into his eyes and was stunned unconsciously.

Then, a light pink light appeared in her eyes at the same time.

A cute voice with a certain morbid connotation rang out in the minds of both people at the same time.

【First, let's make a promise. 】

[No one shall die before I plunge my blade into your chest.]

Chapter 55: Yusheng x Happy World

"When, when, can we meet again?"

"Meet at dusk during the Obon Festival!"

"Hook your finger, hook your finger, don't lie!"

"Those who break their promise will be crushed to pieces!"

"Go ahead, go ahead, this is the path to the gods."

"I offer you ■■■■......"

Almost at the moment when the girl's voice, which was sweet but a little morbid, fell.

In the ears of Fujimiya Makoto and Nellielu, a distant nursery rhyme sounded at the same time, which was sometimes clear and sometimes vague.

Along with that brisk and childish voice, the environment around the two of them also changed rapidly.

The original wasteland was transformed into an ancient arena surrounded by tall steps like city walls, decorated with all kinds of luxurious gold, and large enough to accommodate hundreds of people at the same time.

Fujimiya Makoto and Nelliel stood in the center.

Above their heads, a number representing "three" appeared.

The audience around them seemed like unactivated puppets, their eyes dull as they maintained a cheering posture, looking forward, all in a state of stillness, as if they were shouting something loudly, but time was suddenly paused.

Seeing this scene, Nellielu's indifferent face finally revealed a slightly alert look, and she looked at the people around her with a hint of nervousness.

No matter how ignorant she was, she had heard that there were many powerful Shinigami nobles in Soul Society whose power rivaled that of Vastod.

Is it possible for this god of death to summon companions?

However, when she turned to look at Fujimiya Makoto, she found that he was also in a strange state of stillness, standing there motionless.

Not only that.

The severely injured arm of the Grim Reaper was actually restored to its original state.

What a bizarre ability.

——This Shikai must be destroyed immediately.

Thinking of this, Nellielu's expression immediately became a little colder, and she thrust her spear straight towards Fujimiya Makoto.

The tip of the gun was pointed at his arm.

"laugh!"

The pure white bone lance suddenly pierced through the air and instantly severed Fujimiya Makoto's left arm.

The broken arm rolled in mid-air and fell to the ground with a dull "puff" sound.

The sound of horse hooves rustled beneath Nellielu's feet. She kept her upper body in the posture of holding the spear, and turned around like a real knight, looking at the god of death behind her.

However, when she turned around and looked behind her, she found that the scene around her had not changed.

His brows suddenly furrowed.

On the contrary, the girl's childish voice suddenly rang in her mind.

【Character·Centaur Girl○Love Gladiator】

【Violation of the rules once】

As the voice fell, Nellielu suddenly found that the number above her head had changed from [three] to [two].

At the same time, the spiritual pressure in his body was rapidly dissipating in an extremely strange way, as if he was fighting fiercely with a strong man of the same level. It was decreasing at a very fast speed, and even his body began to become a little weak.

Nellielu's gaze grew more urgent.

Something is wrong!

There is something really wrong with this world.

Is this the power of the rule system?

Surprisingly, even spiritual pressure can be plundered out of thin air? !

At this moment, Nellielu didn't notice at all that there was another circle of hearts on the edge of the heart pattern in the center of her pupils.

"...Don't worry."

"I haven't even started my 'script' yet."

Just when Nellielu looked anxious, she heard Fujimiya Makoto's voice coming faintly from behind her.

The Antelope Knight turned his head, his pupils suddenly constricted.

She saw that the arm of Fujimiya Makoto that she had just cut off was like a Hollow with super-fast regeneration ability. It was rewoven and reconstructed at a flying speed, from bones to skin, to form a complete arm.

Not only that, the number above his head has changed from [three] to [four], and even his spiritual pressure has skyrocketed compared to the initial level.

If Nelliel had the ability to accurately measure the total amount of spiritual pressure, she would definitely find that the spiritual pressure that Fujimiya Makoto gained was exactly equal to the amount she lost.

Fujimiya Makoto lowered his eyes slightly, and moved his right hand to his side. An ordinary shallow sword appeared out of thin air in his hand. Two pairs of pink and white small socks were hung under the scabbard - this decoration was Xiao Podao's own special hobby and had nothing to do with him, Fujimiya.

He turned around and faced Nellielu.

There was something complicated in his eyes.

In the brief moment just now, the information about this small part of the initial release's abilities had already been transmitted to his mind.

It's unimaginable.

In Soul Society, there are such bizarre and bizarre abilities...

This time, even the simple and honest Antelope Knight realized that something was wrong and cautiously did not take any further action.

Seeing this, Fujimiya Makoto could only chuckle and explain:

"This...is a 'yusei script' based on my 'self', weaving scenarios and forcing me to act them out."

"In this scenario, you and I will follow the 'rules' and plunder each other's spiritual pressure until one of us is completely depleted."

"Before the score is cleared, or an 'agreement' is reached."

"No one can die."

"Here, [rules] are everything. They are absolute laws."

After he finished speaking, Fujimiya Makoto's eyes, which were filled with love, slowly raised and looked in the direction of Nellielu.

The Antelope Knight subconsciously tensed his entire body.

His expression was solemn.

Is this a script written by the 'self' of this Grim Reaper?

Although she had heard countless times in Hueco Mundo about the various Zanpakuto of the Shinigami, as well as their countless abilities that could directly affect the 'rules', this was the first time that Nellielu had personally experienced such a strange ability.

She looked at the man in front of her with a serious look, her heart heavy.

So, what exactly is the 'self' of this god of death like?

Since it is an arena, is it a place where both sides compete in willpower in the form of immortality?

Or will some terrifying beast be released from the cage outside?