Marvel With Zanpakuto

"I'm...Lord!"

At this moment, Lord seemed to have escaped from his cage.

The invisible shackles that bound him were shattered piece by piece as memories emerged.

The lost spiritual pressure reappeared, like a huge tide, shaking the void and even the heaven and earth. The mighty momentum rose up, like a hidden dragon rising into the abyss and rushing into the sky.

The broken memories are reunited at this moment.

The fragmented past life that was lost in the deepest part of my heart has finally been completely recovered, and the truth has been revealed.

"It turns out...this is the truth."

A hint of bitterness appeared in Lord's eyes, and he sighed softly and said: "I am Lord, and he is Karl. Together, we are Lord Karl."

From beginning to end, they are two people.

One is a man named Carl who was born and raised in the Marvel Universe.

The other one is Lord, who was born on Earth and traveled through time with memories of his past life.

Due to a strange combination of circumstances, the two souls did not merge, but were drawn into two completely different time and spaces by some unknown force.

The past...and the future!

Carl is in the future, Lord is in the past.

They are one body and two persons at the same time.

No wonder, his intuition has been telling him all along that there must be a battle between the two.

The reason lies in this.

One body, two souls, one flower, twins.

Only if one of them dies, the remaining one will be complete.

However, he still has a question now.

"This city... probably symbolizes the memory of my previous life." Lord asked, looking at the ruined city in the distance.

Although it seems to be a question, it is actually an affirmative sentence.

In fact, this is not difficult to guess.

Everything in the spiritual world is closely related to the person. Every thing has a symbolic meaning. It is impossible for a destroyed city to appear for no reason.

Therefore, the only possibility Lord can think of is that this destroyed city is actually his memory.

"so what?"

The man neither denied nor admitted.

"When you met me before, you said some very interesting words, 'End this', 'You are finally back', and 'We have been waiting for you for a long time.'"

Lord withdrew his gaze, turned to the man, and said in a deep voice: "So...how many times have I seen you? What is the end? Who are you referring to?"

"Ask questions one by one."

The man smiled, wiped the cold blade with his fingertips, and said, "We have met many times, but every time, you will forget it."

Lord frowned. He actually had no memory of when he had seen the other party.

"As for the second question."

The man paused, then pointed to the tombs lined with swords behind him, and said: "What I want to end is naturally this endless fighting."

Endless fighting?

Lord's eyes narrowed, and countless guesses flashed through his mind. Who was he fighting with?

"Now, answer the third question."

The man didn't pay attention to him and continued: "We are all referring to 'Lord', or... the Lord who was 'left' here to die."

Dead...Lord? !

Lord's pupils suddenly shrank, and an uncontrollable chill suddenly surged from his back and went straight to Tianling Gai!

"Looking at your expression, you seem to understand."

The man laughed heartily, with a hint of madness in his eyes, as if something strange came from the underworld, and said slowly: "Actually, you should have noticed it a long time ago, right?"

"This is the deepest part of the spiritual world, the edge of human subconsciousness. You who have memories of past lives should know... its name, right?"

"Limbo... Lost Realm!"

Lord's eyes trembled, and he said word by word: "The last level of Inception, the edge of human subconsciousness, infinite... close to the collective subconscious, the "Alaya Consciousness". "

"Yes, but I prefer to call it..."Limbo". "

The man walked over and said: "A place sandwiched between heaven and hell, where souls born with original sin are, a place filled with endless pain."

Lord was silent, but his eyes became increasingly gloomy, and his expression was even ferocious.

"Aren't you curious?" The man said meaningfully: "A college student who traveled from the earth, is not diligent, and has no advantages other than being able to play games and read comics, can actually become a nerd in just a few years? To grow to this point.”

"Whether it's sword skills, Kidō, Shunpo, or Hakuta, the combat experience seems to come naturally."

"Unohana Yasenryu, the majestic first-generation Kenpachi, a ghost-like figure, was actually suppressed by a novice like you in a hand-to-hand combat. Have you never been curious about the reason for all this?"

Yes, why?

Lord opened his mouth weakly, but found that not a word could come out.

In his previous life, he was just a college student, and his best thing was probably online battles. He would be out of breath even if he ran three kilometers on weekdays. He was an ordinary person who only knew how to fight with others, and he had never even touched a knife once.

The only reason that makes sense may be... the system.

"Do you think it's the system?"

The man seemed to see through his thoughts, with a hint of amusement in his eyes, and sneered: "Actually, no, let's not mention that thing. The real cause of all this is actually you. You were born with... They just forgot about it."

"Stop beating around the bush and just say it!"

Lord took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "What on earth... do you want to say?"

"You obviously guessed it, but you refuse to admit it?"

The man shook his head helplessly, then sat down cross-legged, inserted the knife into the ground, and said calmly: "There is not much time anyway, and there is no point in continuing to fight. Why don't you let me tell you a story."

Lord remained silent and sat down cross-legged, intending to listen to this story.

Although...he had already guessed the outline and ending of this story.

"A long time ago, there was a decadent and otaku."

"My body is not diligent and my limbs are weak. Apart from my appearance, I am in a complete mess in other aspects."

Hearing this, Lord suddenly looked a little embarrassed and coughed twice: "You can skip this part and just talk about the key points."

The man looked at him teasingly, and said with a smile: "By some mistake, he traveled to the Marvel Universe in pure soul form, but there were a million little accidents along the way."

"Xiao...little accident?" Lord raised an eyebrow.

"In his soul form, for some reason, he was broken into countless consciousnesses."

The man's eyes showed a hint of indifference and coldness, like a machine without emotion, and continued: "The broken consciousness is reflected in the depths of the soul, that is, the edge of the subconscious...Limbo (Lost Realm)!"

"The most terrible thing happened..."

"Under the influence of the Lost Realm, every broken consciousness gave birth to its own ideas and turned into countless individuals."

"So, here's the problem."

"All individuals with broken consciousness were once part of a complete body, and they all want to get out of the Lost Realm, but there is and can only be one master of the spirit and soul. So... what should I do?"

The man stared at Lord, and then said word by word: "The answer is...devour other consciousnesses!"