Begin from the original form of torture and become immortal

Chapter 1126: Arresting People in the Present World

After Aizen learned that the berserk Hollow was killed by Unohana Retsu, he didn't care.

There was no trace of emotion on his face, as if all this was within his expectations, or was not enough to shake his inner peace.

Ichimaru Gin, one of Aizen's closest and most elusive subordinates, stood not far away, staring at Aizen's back with complicated eyes.

In the eyes of Gin Ichimaru, the power of the berserk Hollow was extraordinary, enough to scare most Shinigami away, but Aizen's reaction was so indifferent that he couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Does Aizen really disdain such power, or is he good at hiding his emotions and deliberately making it difficult for Ichimaru Gin to figure him out?
These can only be judged by Gin Ichimaru himself.

Aizen's wisdom and scheming are far superior to his, and any slight change in his expression may hide unfathomable calculations.

He thought to himself, perhaps this was exactly where Aizen's brilliance lay, using apparent indifference to conceal his true intentions and to trap everyone in his fog.

"Lord Aizen, you don't seem surprised by Captain Unohana's victory?"

Ichimaru Gin's voice was low and magnetic, trying to catch a clue from Aizen's reaction.

Aizen turned around gently, and his eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts gently swept over Ichimaru Gin, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"Surprised? Why should I be surprised? In this world, nothing is unforeseeable, including death."

His tone was calm and confident, as if everything was under his control.

"Back off, Silver."

Ichimaru Gin sighed softly and turned away.

Aizen looked at Ichimaru Gin's departing back, a barely perceptible smile forming at the corner of his mouth.

He knew Ichimaru Gin's thoughts better than anyone else, but as he said, letting a poisonous snake stay around was just to see what kind of surprises or changes it would bring in the end.

For Aizen, every chess piece has its value, including Gin Ichimaru, they are all paving the way for Aizen's grand plan.

At this point, Aizen's thoughts returned to a more pressing matter - the Berserker's spirit.

He closed his eyes, feeling the subtle yet strong fluctuations of the Broken Jade in his body. It was a desire for a specific soul power, as if only by devouring these souls could the Broken Jade truly display its full power.

Aizen wondered to himself, could it be that the true path to the evolution of the Hogyoku is not to seize another piece of Hogyoku, but the souls of these berserkers?
"The soul of the Berserker contains a special power. This power is an extremely precious nutrient for the Collapse Jade."

Aizen was thoughtful.

"I originally thought that the ultimate goal of the Collapse Jade was to devour another Collapse Jade and reach the pinnacle of power. But now it seems that I might be wrong. The soul of the Berserker is what it truly desires."

Aizen wanted to obtain more berserker souls, some for experiments and some to feed the Hogyoku.

“Although it is something that will soon be eliminated, it can still play a role and be useful now.”

Aizen thought about it and decided to send the Arrancar to the world to capture the Berserker.

He doesn't want to confront Ichigo Kurosaki for the time being, so sending the Arrancar out is the best option. It doesn't matter even if they all die, as long as they can bring back what he wants.

Grimmjow had no interest in capturing Berserkers, but it would be nice to be able to challenge a strong one.

The Arrancars can open their Black Chambers at will, and travel back and forth between the living world and the Hunya Palace. However, if they act at will, they may be targeted by the Soul Society, and coupled with Aizen's ban, they appear to be unruly, but in fact, no one dares to disobey, not even Bylergan.

Now that he had received permission, Grimmjow was the first to run to the human world.

Grimmjow stood on the crack between the Night Palace and the real world. The black cavity slowly closed, leaving a faint ripple. Then his figure flashed, like a cheetah in the dark night, and he silently blended into the hustle and bustle of the real world.

Although he was not very enthusiastic about the task of capturing the Berserker, his instinctive desire for battle was like a wildfire that was difficult to contain.

However, he did not release his spiritual pressure to cause large-scale death and shock. Grimmjow was not interested in killing the weak.

The air in the real world is filled with a kind of vitality and complexity that is different from that of the Night Palace. There are tall buildings, busy traffic, and people coming and going. All of this is both new and boring to Grimmjow.

He quickly glanced around, trying to catch any clues related to the Berserker.

"Where is the Berserker?"

Grimmjow found that he didn't sense any particularly strong spiritual pressure.

Berserkers are very good at controlling their own power, so naturally there will be no spiritual pressure that can be sensed. Even the most perceptive Quincy will find it difficult to detect the spiritual power of a berserker.

Fortunately, although Grimmjow could not feel any particularly strong or special spiritual pressure, just as Grimmjow was about to expand the search range, a faint vibration came from afar. It was not an earthquake, but a more subtle power fluctuation, similar to but not completely the same as spiritual pressure.

A playful smile appeared on his lips, and his body instantly turned into a black shadow, rushing towards the source of the vibration.

Soon, Grimmjow came to an abandoned industrial area on the edge of the city. It used to be a prosperous industrial area, but now it has become a forgotten corner of the city, overgrown with weeds and ruins everywhere.

And in this desolate place, an unusual battle is taking place.

The two sides in the battle were a group of seemingly ordinary young people, but the power they displayed was far beyond that of ordinary people.

Their fists broke through the air with a whistling sound, and every collision stirred up circles of energy ripples visible to the naked eye. The air was filled with strong fighting spirit and indomitable spirit.

"Kouhei, are you massaging me with that limp fist of yours?"

"Gua, take 6% of my absolute power, the killing wave punch!!!"

"Fuck, absolute power 5%! Killing Hadouken!"

"It doesn't matter, I'll fuck both of you!"

Grimmjow was suspended above the gray sky, looking down at the noisy and chaotic battlefield below, with a playful smile on his face.

On the ground, a group of humans with different clothes and mixed auras were fighting fiercely. Their fists were whistling and dust was flying, as if every blow contained reluctance and anger.

Their conversation was peppered with rough words, but it revealed a strange sense of power that made Grimmjow feel a little curious.

"It seems that these humans are not ordinary people."

Grimmjow thought to himself that his perception was far beyond that of ordinary people. Even in this mixed spiritual pressure, he could still catch a hint of unusual aura.

(End of this chapter)