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(A/N: I enjoyed using the ost "Monster of God" from Hellsing Ultimate while writing the chapter.)

Allen returned to the surface between the Seireitei and the Rukongai after dealing with Urahara. A small smile appeared on his face as he walked slowly.

His heart was beating normally...

His mind was calm...

His soul was stable...

His gaze was unreadable...

There was a strange feeling of freedom in his heart, 'Sorry, I think I just broke something, or maybe I damaged something else, but I don't feel regret... On the contrary, I feel like I've breathed for the first time in this world...'

Releasing his power without restriction definitely had consequences, as for what they are and whether they are severe, it's something that can't even be known at this moment.

Allen stopped, feeling the gaze on his back, "Hyosube Ichibe... no, Manako Osho... tell me, can you steal this?"

(A/N: Manako Osho = Monk who calls the true name)

...

The protective pillar of the world is the Spirit King and those with the noble task of protecting the King are called the Royal Guard, or also the Zero Division.

Each of them was a former exceptional captain whose talents and abilities were enough to be recruited as part of the Zero Division.

This group was in shock at how everything had turned out: from the destruction of a large part of the Seireitei, mysterious invaders, former captains turned into Hollows, a mysterious Shinigami with power capable of competing with Yamamoto...

But all that took a back seat when the sky turned black, including the sacred place that was supposed to be protected at all costs.

While the other members of the Zero Division didn't know if they should act, since technically the Spirit King's palace was in danger, their leader, Hyosube Ichibei, remained silent.

"So immense, so terrifying, so perfect, so absolute... is this darkness?"

Hyosube Ichibei was a mysterious person. Not only was he a Shinigami who had been promoted to the Royal Guard, he had a mysterious past because it seemed he existed before the world was created by the Spirit King, though that is quite strange.

One thing was certain: this monk, bald, with a beard, who seemed to never blink, was someone very powerful—more so than Yamamoto Genryusai. Still, at this moment, the monk was absorbed in thought. He had declared that all the darkness in the world belonged to him. He had said his power was absolute...

But before him was something...

Something he couldn't understand...

Something with such a vast reach that merely trying to see its end seemed impossible...

Manako Osho couldn't comprehend how this could exist in his world without him ever noticing it.

"Manako Osho..."

Just as Allen said his name, the monk collapsed to the ground and began vomiting blood. His eyes and ears also bled.

"Argh!"

"Hige jiji! (old bearded man)" The sword god Oetsu Nimaiya shouted and ran toward the monk. The other members were also alarmed.

Ichibei watched in horror. He had only tried to take control of the darkness that was spreading throughout the Soul Society for a moment, but when he did, he received something he had never experienced.

Rejection!

Manako Osho had been rejected by the darkness. From below, Allen's figure stopped and looked at the sky where the monk was coughing up blood.

"Were you trying to steal something from me?" Allen smiled, "You've got guts... or are you just stupid?"

Allen showed his intent to visit the Spirit King's palace, but he felt the situation in the Seireitei and decided to postpone it, as there was much to resolve.

"It'll be for next time..."

...

Kyoraku had experienced more emotions in one day than he had in years—a senseless war, unknown enemies, former captains turned Hollows, including his former lieutenant Yadomaru Lisa...

On top of that, the loss of his master, only to be relieved to see him alive, and then ultimately losing him again. That's how Kyoraku felt when Allen stopped isolating the area where he had fought Zaraki and Yamamoto.

"Damn it!" Kyoraku gritted his teeth so hard that his gums bled.

"..." Kratos was a terrifying opponent. No matter how much power Kyoraku unleashed, Kratos adapted to his strength.

'I have no choice…'

Ukitake was also in a difficult situation. His opponent was very strong, and he was never good at long battles due to his health. Percy Jackson wasn't someone who enjoyed taking advantage of a sick man, so the fight was very slow-paced.

"Tsk." Percy looked at Ukitake, coughing blood, and couldn't attack him anymore.

"Kyoraku..." Ukitake looked at his friend with concern and immediately understood his intentions.

As mentioned before, while some captains, like Hitsugaya and Komamura, used their Bankai frequently, others, like Ukitake and Kyoraku, reserved it for when the Seireitei was on the brink of destruction or the losses were too great.

Kyoraku paused the fight, knowing Kratos wouldn't attack immediately. From the beginning, Kratos had demonstrated his intentions.

Kyoraku, with a tired look, spoke, "This isn't my thing. I'd rather be drinking sake and eating Tazukuri (Caramelized small sardines with soy sauce and sugar)… but I'm not ungrateful..."

"Kyoraku Shunsui... you're a great warrior, and I won't hold back if you don't… but," Kratos' expression turned grave, his voice rising, "one of us will die."

"I know. I wish we weren't on opposite sides so we could share a drink together~" Kyoraku smiled. It was impossible not to feel respect for someone like Kratos. Of course, mutual respect wouldn't stop Kyoraku from piercing Kratos' chest or Kratos from decapitating Kyoraku with his axe.

The atmosphere shifted as Kyoraku looked at the dark sky, "Ban..."

"You can't."

Kyoraku's eyes widened as he froze, 'What?!... My Bankai was suppressed?'

Behind Kyoraku, Allen extended his arm, gripping his shoulder. That alone was enough to paralyze the Shinigami.

"You're..."

Kyoraku had heard Allen's description, but the young man behind him didn't match it.

Allen smiled coldly, "Uncle, I recommend you don't do anything. I should thank you for your help, but right now, I'm not in the mood to show gratitude..."

Allen was perfectly aware of Kyoraku's assistance. He even sent Nanao to help him. However, it was also a fact that they were fighting against each other. Allen had just mercilessly defeated Yamamoto, not caring if he killed him. Even if Yamamoto really did die, and that would sever his friendly ties with Kyoraku, Allen wouldn't care at this point.

After being pushed to such a limit, he wasn't in the mood to show gratitude toward anyone.

Kyoraku remained silent, but it was clear he had no intention of fighting. He withdrew with beads of cold sweat on his face.

"Kyoraku!"

Ukitake appeared, as did Percy Jackson, who remained silent alongside Kratos.

"You must be Allen-kun..." Ukitake forced an awkward smile, as awkward as it could be during a war. Allen smiled, seeing how Ukitake used himself as a shield, standing between him and Kyoraku.

"You don't need to pretend, Ukitake Jushiro. Yes, I killed your master..."

"...!" Ukitake's expression darkened, his teeth clenched, but he endured it.

"Probably..."

"What?"

Allen shrugged, "I said probably. I'm pretty fair—if someone tries to kill me, I do the same. However, unlike the other two, I'm afraid Yamamoto didn't even come close to succeeding, so I didn't ensure his death. Though, it's not like I'd lose sleep over hitting him..."

Kyoraku and Ukitake exchanged glances. Both believed that old man wouldn't have lived for over a thousand years without being resilient.

Ukitake took a breath and looked at Allen gravely, "What do you plan to do?"

Allen sneered, "Don't worry. I'm not going to take the King's palace and become the ruler of the world. I just wanted to prevent an unjust sentence for Rukia, and all this happened..."

"You mean Kuchiki-san?"

Both captains were shocked. How was it possible that the Seireitei was brought to the brink of destruction over a girl just starting her Shinigami career, who had the misfortune of a romantic encounter in the human world?

"Allen-kun, can I ask you something?" Ukitake looked at Allen's face, and seeing no refusal, he continued, "Does this have anything to do with the captains turned Hollows?"

"..." Allen laughed derisively at the accusation, "Haha, hey, how old do you think I am?"

Ukitake realized he had overlooked something essential. Allen was a human, and the captains disappeared 110 years ago. He couldn't have been alive at that time.

"My apologies," Ukitake bowed, embarrassed.

In another situation, they would not have trusted Allen, but there was a strange feeling that he did not need to lie to them. Kyoraku and Ukitake disappeared, it was obvious that their goal was to look for Yamamoto.

Allen looked towards Kratos, who nodded and put away his axe, Percy hid behind his uncle. Allen, at that moment, was someone terrifying, and Percy didn't want to provoke him. Allen opened a portal which they both crossed.

With that resolved, all that remained was to retrieve Rick and Tony, who didn't fight, Deadpool, who disappeared the moment Allen arrived, Thor, DoomGuy... and Hulk...

And, of course, Allen still had to deal with the Visoreds and return with his own group (Harem).

"I still have one question: why didn't Urahara call the Arrancars?" Allen narrowed his eyes, "Weren't they under his command?"

...

Before the conclusion of Allen's fight, all the battlefields were also at their climax.

Hulk was shouting as his anger continued to grow. The Shunpo technique of the Shinigami was very basic, but with just that, a common Shinigami could easily evade Hulk. This frustrated the emerald giant, but he restrained himself.

Hulk felt that his strategy needed to change, so following Deadpool's advice, who had managed to get some popcorn and sat on a building not too far to watch Hulk fight, he made a move. Hulk used his famous Thunderclap, which consisted of a clap that destroyed everything in its path this did not make much difference, and the lieutenants could still dodge.

"HULK IS UPSET!"

Deadpool laughed sitting on a beach chair in a distant building when the Thunderclap didn't work.

"Hahaha... that was funny... now... Why did this guy show up? Someone is probably wondering that," Deadpool said, with no one around, "Given the chance to see a live show, wouldn't you do the same? From here, I can hear Hulk's eardrum-shattering roars and smell his radioactive sweat. There's nothing better than this!"

Leaving Deadpool aside, the situation with Hulk seemed to be at a standstill. The attacks from the lieutenants, Kira, Hisagi, and Hinamori, weren't doing anything to him.

However, being attacked without being able to retaliate slowly pushed Hulk to his limit, because even though their attacks didn't have great results due to Hulk's high defense and regeneration, they still caused him pain.

Hulk also had limits, and the people in the chat understood that. No matter how much Hulk could contain himself, there would come a point where it would no longer be possible. Unaware of this, the three lieutenants devised a plan to contain Hulk.

Hinamori appeared above Hulk with a determined look. She aimed her palm at Hulk, "Bakudō #63 Sajō Sabaku (Binding Prison of Chains)."

A chain of light appeared and wrapped around Hulk. This Bakudo was special because it was designed not to be broken by physical strength.

*Crack*

"Impossible!" Hinamori clenched her fists with difficulty as the light chains began to break a second after being used.

Whoever invented this Kido never thought it would be used against someone with infinite strength.

"Well done!"

Hisagi appeared and used his zanpakuto, which had long chains attached to it, to wrap around Hulk and assist Hinamori. This didn't go well, as they couldn't hold Hulk for more than a few seconds, but it was enough.

"Omote wo agero Wabizuke..."

(A/N: Lift your head, The Wretched One)

Kira appeared behind Hulk and used his Shikai. His zanpakuto transformed into a scythe with squared edges, which he used to cut Hulk several times.

The chains broke, but Hulk fell to the ground, feeling his body becoming heavy.

"WHAT?!"

Kira squinted, "Despite your appearance, you can speak, which makes it more difficult. If you were just a mindless monster, I wouldn't feel sorry for you... but sorry, you shouldn't have attacked the Seireitei."

Kira, with an expressionless look, continued cutting Hulk several more times.

Kira's zanpakuto power is simple: it can exponentially increase Hulk's weight.

Hulk's weight was around 500 kg (1100 lbs), and with one cut, it became a ton. With two cuts, two tons. With four, eight tons. With nine cuts, Hulk weighed 256 tons (564,383 lbs).

Something like that should have killed anyone from their own weight. Kira didn't like this power, which is why he avoided using it until he was cornered. This was because both his power and his ability were more suited to those of an executioner.

Standing on Hulk's sword, Kira placed his blade at Hulk's neck. He didn't have to do anything; when Hulk's arms gave way, he would fall onto the executioner's blade.

At that moment, the sky darkened, and everyone stopped moving.

"What's going on?"

Neither Hisagi, Hinamori, nor Kira could respond to that...

The Seireitei and the Rukongai froze for a minute as the Hulk grew more and more frustrated.

"GRRAAAAHHHH!"

Hulk began to roar as his anger could no longer be contained. Hulk felt humiliated. If there was one thing that bothered him, it was being captured, locked up, or contained. It reminded him of all those times General Ross tried to capture him.

Slowly, something absurd happened: Hulk started to rise.

"This isn't possible, you should weigh hundreds of times your own weight!"

Unfortunately for Kira, it was possible for Hulk, whose potential could carry him to bear the weight of stars. Something like two hundred or three hundred tons was nothing.

"Kira, get away!" Hisagi shouted, and Kira could react, but he was a second too slow. Hulk grabbed his leg and, with his strength, broke it several times just by touching it.

"AARGH!"

Hisagi attacked Hulk, but Kira was thrown at him. Both crashed through the air with such force that multiple bones broke. Both ended up seriously wounded; from the beginning, Hulk only needed to hit them once.

"Kira-kun, Hisagi-san!"

Hinamori was terrified to see both of them on the brink of death from a single attack. However, her concern should have been elsewhere, as Hulk was already standing in front of her.

With a menacing shadow, the emerald giant, who had lost much of his reasoning, stood before the last Shinigami who had caused him such rage.

"No way…"

Hinamori froze, paralyzed by fear. Just as she thought it was her end, a sigh reached her ears.

"I told you to control yourself..."

Hulk collapsed to the ground, unconscious. Hinamori fell to her knees, her face pale. She looked unwell but managed to stay conscious.

"Are you all right?"

Hinamori looked up and saw a mysterious young man with black hair sitting atop Hulk.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Allen Walker..."

"...!"

Hinamori stared, stunned at the young man before her. He was very young, yet he was currently the main antagonist of the Gotei 13, the leader of the "villains." Hinamori knew she should fight the enemy, even if it meant dying in the attempt. However, her body refused to move as she gazed at the young man before her, as though under a spell.

The malevolent charm Allen exuded stemmed from his terrifying presence, instilling a sense of helplessness and defeat before even trying to oppose him.

Allen smiled and appeared in front of Hinamori, extending his hand to touch her tear-streaked cheek.

"You're one of the most pitiful girls in this world, always falling into the hands of villains who treat you like something disposable..."

Hinamori didn't understand what Allen was talking about. She simply stared in a trance at those scarlet eyes—the most dangerous yet beautiful thing she had ever seen. Allen, for his part, knew that Urahara, taking Aizen's place, had also manipulated Hinamori, just as Aizen had.

Hinamori was a delicate flower with a naive heart, easily stained by any color. Allen felt an impulse and kissed Hinamori.

Hinamori's eyes widened as a tear rolled down her cheek. Deep down, perhaps she realized her beloved captain would never return.

"Whatever your decision may be, you can seek me out in the future… Hinamori Momo..."

"..."

Allen didn't know how she would react when she learned he had killed her platonic love, "Aizen" who in this world was Urahara Kisuke. Whether she decided to hate him and seek revenge didn't matter to Allen.

Allen stood and walked over to Hulk, picking him up and opening a large portal where he threw him in. With that, Hulk returned to Marvel. Allen gave Hinamori one last smile before disappearing.

...

Aizen stared at the darkened screen. This time, Allen didn't want to show everything until the end.

"He must have been in a bad mood..."

Aizen stood, walked to a bookshelf, and moved a few books, revealing a small box behind them. Aizen took it and opened it. Inside was a glowing object. It was the Hōgyoku (Orb of Distortion). This small spherical artifact could destroy the barriers between a Hollow and a Shinigami, allowing one to acquire the powers of the other, and vice versa. However, as Aizen explained, its primary function was to turn desires into reality... an object as terrifying as it was fascinating, and apparently, it had been in Aizen's possession all this time.

"'Anything one man can imagine, another man can make real' – Jules Verne..."

Aizen smiled mysteriously and put the Hōgyoku away. Then, he opened a rift in space and stepped through it.

"I suppose everything turned out quite well..."

Leaving that phrase behind, Aizen disappeared...

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A/N: It was all part of the plan 🍷🗿

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