Konoha Soul World lottery system

"Let me try my new knife on you." Before the man could finish his words, he saw his hand holding the new knife rolling in the air, blood blooming from the fracture like a flower, and then the hard blade pierced his throat.

"I'm very hungry now." An Ran shook off the blood on the knife, "Can I trouble you to come with me?"

Everyone fulfilled his wish and rushed forward with roars.

He raised the sword to slash, and when the opponent blocked it, the Zanpakutō disappeared without warning. He held it with his left hand and pulled the sword out from another space, and with the rotation of his body, he sliced ​​open the opponent's waist and abdomen.

He squatted down to avoid the sword that was coming at him, grabbed another knife with his right hand, crossed his feet, spun and jumped up, "Shoot him, sharp gun"

The short blade lengthened in an instant, the air emitted a sharp scream, and the lost life bloomed into bright flowers, turning into a rain of blood and falling to the ground.

So don’t think that the hard objects taken out by men will always maintain their original length.

Sheathing the knife and throwing it back into the different space, An Ran smiled at Nan Rui and said, "Can you start making meatballs?"

Plop Nurui knelt on the ground under An Ran's surprised gaze, "Please teach me to become stronger."

"Eh"

"They died here. There is no way that person will spare me. Please give me a way to become stronger." Nan Rui kowtows like garlic, blood seeping out from his forehead.

"You should know," An Ran looked at Nan Rui. He had an ordinary appearance and a thin middle figure. He probably wouldn't be found in a crowd. "It's not easy for people of your age to become strong. Something. He will die."

"I won't be afraid even if I go to hell." He knelt down with the intention of giving it a try. However, Nan Rui was pleasantly surprised to hear that the child in front of him really had a way to become stronger. He hurriedly expressed his determination regardless of his bloody forehead.

"You may have misunderstood." An Ran observed Nan Rui's expression carefully, "What I said will die is not a metaphor, it is real death."

He pulled out his Zanpakutō and pointed the tip of the knife at Nari, "This knife will penetrate your chest and make your soul exist and become stronger in another way. In layman's terms, it is a ghost."

The Artificial Death God technology combines the essence of the Right Skeleton Technology and the Right Soul Technology to create a Shinigami.

The technical difficulty is to create a perfect righteous body and soul out of nothing, and to transform the original soul into a god of death, all that is needed is a little bit of An Ran's power as an introduction.

"This technology is not yet mature, which means that to a large extent, you will really die. So what are your choices?"

"I do"

Nan Rui's decisive answer surprised An Ran, his eyes narrowed slightly, "You not only want to become stronger, but you also want revenge, right?"

"That's right." Hidden hatred filled his eyes, and Nari's body trembled, "I want them to pay the price."

Looking at his murderous look, An Ran couldn't help but think of his cowardly behavior when he was bullied before.

Swords are given to the weak, fangs to the sheep.

Anran suddenly had a bold idea.

"Swear an oath to me, and I will give you power. I volunteer to join the Gotei [-], support Soul Society's program, abide by Soul Society's charter, implement Soul Society's decisions, strictly abide by Soul Society's discipline, and protect Soul Society. The secret of Soul Society, fulfill the duty of the God of Death, fight for the reincarnation of life and death for life, be ready to sacrifice everything for Soul Society at any time, and never defect."

Although he couldn't fully understand it, Nari repeated it seriously.

"Try hard and survive." An Ran's Zanpakutō pierced Nari's heart.

Death comes.

The cold feeling spread from the chest, and the expected pain disappeared after only a moment. A deep black mist enveloped all the sights in front of him, and all the sounds disappeared, leaving only the lingering breath of his heart.

Dong dong dong

"Huh!" Nan Rui let out a long breath, his eyes suddenly opened up, and he felt relaxed as if a burden had been lifted. He lowered his head, and his body fell into a pool of blood.

This is the feeling of a ghost, as if you can fly with a slight jump.

The sun was so hot and dazzling that it seemed to melt him.

"You'd better hide." Anran said softly, "Ghosts can die too."

Nari's body exposed to the sun was emitting wisps of smoke. Neither the God of Death nor Xu was immune to the damage of the sun. On the contrary, normal souls could move freely in the sun.

Of course, this kind of damage is completely negligible to An Ran.But for the ignorant Nan Rui, it was a complete disaster.

Ultimately, he is still too weak.

Hiding in the shadows, Nan Rui saw Anran making a gesture of invitation to him, "Then, let's start working now."

On the dead body, the sinful soul disintegrated and regrouped into a void wearing a pale mask.

He picked up a knife and threw it to Nan Rui. An Ran stood aside with his arms folded.

Little sheep, let me see your paws.

The trembling knife made a slight sound. Facing the monster that was far larger than him, fear filled his heart.

"It hurts." The Xuers didn't care whether the soul in front of them was afraid or not, so they opened their mouths and bit down on Nan Rui's shoulder.

An Ran sighed softly, inevitably a little disappointed.