Reborn as the God of Death and became the Captain of the Ten Blades

The double killing platform was silent, and everyone just stared at the shadow arm that broke the existing rules.

After a while.

Everyone was stunned. Li Chuan did not intend to pursue the victory. In everyone's surprised eyes, the shadow arm that was against Chunshui's back slowly faded away and gradually merged into the long shadow of Kyoraku Chunshui, until finally, the shadow also dissipated into the air like a torn black curtain.

"Rules, rules..." Kurotsuchi Mayuri's unique voice broke the silence, no longer frivolous and careless as before.

"Discovery, invention..." His face gradually became ferocious, and his voice became more and more rapid. Whether because of anger or powerlessness, his body couldn't stop shaking. His right hand was tightly holding his Zanpakuto, and his knuckles turned white because of the force.

Originally, he scoffed at Li Chuan's theory and did not take it seriously, but Li Chuan's behavior completely shattered his worldview. As the strongest technological brain in Soul Society, this theory was undoubtedly devastating.

A figure that should not have appeared appeared in the air, and the direction in which the shadow appeared was completely contrary to everyone's understanding.

In his eyes, the arm inserted into the void and the fingers pressing against Kyoraku Shunsui seemed less important at this moment.

Your own development, your own hard-earned inventions, all the works you are proud of, are just things that have existed since the beginning of the world. The so-called inventions are nothing more than things that the rules allow you to discover.

How could he accept this? His aura became more and more violent, and the spiritual pressure on his body was like a boiling oil pan with water dropped into it, churning uncontrollably, and an invisible pressure spread.

"Master Mayuri Kurotsuchi..." Nemu called out worriedly.

Kurotsuchi Mayuri turned a deaf ear to him and continued muttering to himself, his spiritual pressure becoming increasingly out of control.

After a long while, amidst the tense expressions of everyone, Kurotsuchi Mayuri gradually calmed down, though he was a little lethargic.

Suddenly, he raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted, "You ignorant boy, you are so arrogant."

The Zanpakutō in his hand was hanging upside down in front of him. It was in the shape of a golden trident. The outline of a sleeping baby's features appeared between the hilt and the blade. A gray smoke rose from it. The baby's tightly closed lips suddenly opened slightly, and a sharp cry sounded. At the same time, Kurotsuchi Mayuri's originally weak spiritual pressure suddenly exploded several times.

"Bankai..."

"Hehe." Li Chuan looked at him with disdain. With his strength, he was not even interested in taking a look at him.

But now that it has come to this, it’s time to let them know what the gap is.

Follow your words.

"There is no swastika on the twin deathbeds."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire Shuangqi Stage suddenly underwent some changes. Except for Li Chuan, everyone felt physical discomfort, as if they had lost something in their body, which was invisible and intangible, but just very uncomfortable, and then suddenly disappeared.

The vice-captain was fine, after all, he had not mastered Bankai yet. However, all the captains, especially Kurotsuchi Mayuri whose aura was bursting, had the aura of a deflated ball. He was halfway through Bankai, and his biological form had already shown the expected outline, and he was preparing to stretch his body.

An irresistible sacred force instantly swept through its body. Because it was a biological system, Hitachi Jizo still retained some consciousness, but this soul with a low IQ could not stop feeling fear. Just now, it felt rejected, rejected by the world. All its actions, including thoughts, were stuck in a quagmire. It was completely unable to control itself. Countless voices filled its mind, roaring and whispering: "You should not exist. Destroy it."

"You shouldn't exist in this world."

"There is no place for you in this world."

"Disappear."

The sound became louder and louder, and finally it collapsed like a landslide.

The spiritual pressure in the body also rejected it endlessly. The spiritual pressure that it could control freely before now seemed like an indestructible blade, breaking out from all parts of the body, blood splattered everywhere, and then disappeared completely under the will of some rules. In an instant, there was no spiritual pressure left in the body, and the body was riddled with holes.

The space it was in was torn apart, leaving a crack that was big enough to accommodate it. It was like the mouth of an abyss, too big to look at.

At the same time, a huge feeling of suffocation swept over its body, making it unable to breathe.

Even the space and air are being rejected.

The surrounding space suddenly squeezed towards it, and within a few breaths, the huge body was squeezed into a meat patty, with no power to resist.

Boundless pain swept through its body, and its weak soul was crushed bit by bit as if it were being crushed by a huge millstone.

Its intuition told it that this death would never bring it back to life, and that its owner, all people, all abilities, and all memories of it would never exist again.

No sound came out of its mouth, and its body was completely out of its control. It could not exist and should be destroyed. In the end, even it thought so itself. It should disappear and should not appear in the world, causing endless humiliation to itself.

Give up resistance and all that remains is liberation.

The body that was squeezed into a meat patty gradually dissipated and disappeared.

Kuroshio Mayuri looked at his own Bankai in horror. It was the first time, the first time. Even when facing the captain-general, he had never been so scared. His body was like a sculpture.

Some information suddenly disappeared from my mind, as if it should not have existed. The discomfort disappeared in an instant, as if it was natural.

He knew clearly that he had lost something, and his intuition told him that it was lost forever and could never be found again. He lowered his head, thinking and searching over and over again.

"How is this possible? How is this possible?" Kurotsuchi Mayuri kept repeating. Sweat started to form on his face, dripping down his cheeks onto the ground.

But I still can't find what I forgot.

What is the thing that Kurotsuchi Mayuri fears the most? It is not death, nor is it a strong person who is far stronger than him, but loss, loss of memory.

To lose one's memory is to return to ignorance.

To lose one's memory is to lose oneself forever.

This is absolutely unacceptable to a scientific brain like Kurotsuchi Mayuri who never gives up.

"What on earth did you do?" Complexity, fear, anxiety, and anger all surged into my heart.

At the same time, the other Shinigami also forgot about Hikisama Jizo and their own Bankai. Even the concept of Bankai disappeared. All the Shinigami looked at him in confusion, puzzled by his behavior. Why did he say this?

Looking at the self-righteous looks around him, Kurotsuchi Mayuri felt endless fear and his whole body was cold. At this moment, he suddenly thought of a question, a question he dared not think about. If, if Li Chuan's target was him, and not Bankai, then, then could he still exist?

Will even history not make a mention of him? Will he be forgotten by everyone and history? Will all traces of him and all memories about him no longer exist? Will he be a person abandoned by the world?

Clearly, the killing thief had disappeared right under everyone's noses in the previous second, but now there was no fluctuation in their eyes, as if he had never existed.

Even Kyōraku Shunsui in the sky was looking at him at this moment: "Kurotsuchi Mayuri, what are you doing?"

Everyone, what happened to everyone.

Kuroshiro Mayuri's eyes were filled with disbelief, and he shouted with all his might, "Didn't you realize you forgot something?"

The voice was urgent and pressing, looking at everyone with only hope.

forget?

Except for Li Chuan, everyone fell into deep thought. Although they were puzzled by Kurotsuchi Mayuri's behavior, as the captain of the Gotei 13, he would not act without a purpose, so they searched all their memories.

After a long while, Soi-Feng got impatient first: "What are you talking about? Are you too old and your brain isn't working well anymore?"

Dong Shilang also said: "Maybe he took some kind of potion."

Ukitake quickly stepped forward to smooth things over: "The passengers are still here, let's not fight among ourselves, the other side is very powerful."

After hearing this, Mayuri Kurotsuchi completely gave up, but still looked at his daughter Nemu with the last glimmer of hope.

But what he met was Yin Meng's big, inquiring eyes, and he stood there timidly.

He was completely desperate. At this moment, he wanted to escape. He wanted to escape from here. He wanted to stay away from Li Chuan. He wanted to escape from this nightmare.

He vowed to find a way to restore his lost memories at all costs.