Marvel With Zanpakuto

"Do you understand now?"

The man sat cross-legged on the ground, stroking the long knife next to him with one hand. There was a touch of sadness on his face, and he chuckled: "You... are the only one who has the consciousness to walk out of Limbo Prison."

No matter how beautiful the lie is, people always yearn for the cruel truth, even if they know that the result may not be what they want.

And this is the result Lord wants!

Countless broken consciousnesses fought with all their strength against each other in this city built of memories, and the last remaining consciousness walked out of Limbo after devouring everyone.

An ordinary otaku, from the moment he stepped out of Limbo Prison, he was no longer the same person as before. Instead, he was a person with countless memories of killings, almost a ghost.

That person’s name is ‘Lord’.

An otaku who is neither from the earth nor belongs to the Marvel universe, but is caught between the two, reborn from the broken soul consciousness.

"how?"

The man said meaningfully: "Now that the story is over, let's evaluate it. Do you think... the person who walked out is still the same person as before?"

"Is it important?"

Lord asked rhetorically.

The man was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "Yes, it's not important. This kind of thing is not important at all!"

Just like...the paradox of the Ship of Theseus.

When all the individual elements that make up ‘Lord’ are replaced and updated, will he still be the original ‘Lord’?

Maybe, maybe not.

The answer makes no sense, because the person standing here now is Lord!

"how about you?"

Lord didn't waver at all, as if he had expected it. He looked directly at the man and asked: "I am "Lord", who are you?" "

"I?"

The man held his chin in his hand, thought for a moment, grinned, and said, "I don't know, I have long forgotten about such boring things."

Have you forgotten it, or don’t want to remember it?

Lord was silent for a moment and did not continue to ask. Instead, he said, "You have one more question that you haven't answered."

"Next time."

But the man shook his head, raised his finger to the sky, and said: "You don't have much time, go solve the problems outside first. As for your problem... I'll leave it until the next time we meet." Let’s end this together.”

Lord looked up to the sky.

The blue sky is now filled with dark clouds, and Sithorne's dark power has invaded Limbo, the last pure land.

There is not much time left for him.

Once Limbo falls, it means that his consciousness will be completely swallowed up. At that time, he will have to change his name to Sithorn.

"last question."

Lord knew that he could not stay for long and had to leave, but there was still a question that still bothered him, so he asked: "What is the system... exactly?"

"If you beat me, I'll tell you."

The man pointed at himself and said meaningfully: "Actually, the answer to this question is meaningless, because you will soon know what it is."

"I see."

Lord looked at him deeply, as if to imprint it in his heart: "The next time we meet, I will end everything completely."

"I am waiting for you."

The man smiled, with a hint of relief in his eyes, and said.

boom!

Lord was no longer nostalgic, and the spiritual pressure around him boiled and turned into a rainbow of light, soaring straight into the sky.

There were still many questions in his mind.

A lot of content was deliberately omitted from the story the man told.

For example, when he traveled from Earth to Marvel, what happened that caused his soul to be shattered into countless consciousnesses?

Why did those broken consciousnesses appear in Limbo?

Why did he lose his memory after walking out of Limbo?

If the person who destroyed this memory city is really him, does that mean that he was stronger back then... than he is now?

Otherwise, how to explain those blue sword marks left in the ruins of the city?

The battle that once broke out here was by no means just "them"'s battle, maybe... there was also the involvement of a third party!

All in all, the mystery seemed to have escalated into a fog, shrouding Lord's mind.

The answer...what exactly is it?

...

...

...

The first level of the spiritual world.

Sithorne's will completely invaded, and the whole world was filled with black mist.

Rolling dark clouds enveloped the sky like night, with thick thunder and lightning flashing from time to time. The violent force of darkness was raging, causing the mirror-like calm sea to become turbulent at this moment, setting off huge waves.

"Jiejiejiejie..."

The ferocious laughter resounded through the sky like thunder.

A face made of energy slowly poked out from the rolling dark clouds, and its evil eyes as red as blood stared greedily at the sea below, the last remaining piece of pure land.

As long as he swallows that piece of pure land, he can completely control this body.

"Right now...you're mine!"

Sithorn thought that his plan of ten thousand years would be successful today, and he couldn't help but feel ecstatic.

However, right now.

Boom!

An earth-shattering loud noise exploded under the rough sea.

Sithorne was shocked and looked down, only to see the boundless sea water rising into the sky like a dragon, rolling up a huge water column thousands of feet high, smashing into the rolling dark clouds, and the azure light bursting out of it, as if Rivers span the sky.

The pitch-black night that shrouded the world was torn open with a huge crack under the azure light of the sword.

"Thank you God Hades for giving me the power of chaos. To express my gratitude... I'll give you a knife!!!"

With the radiance shining down again, a man dressed in black stepped into the waves. During the ups and downs, the sword with a narrow blade and a wide blade on the back roared into the sky like a dragon, slashing out a bright blue sword.

"The name of the sword...the way back!"

boom--!

In an instant, the sound of wind, thunder and explosions filled the sky and the earth.

With just one strike, the shadow of the sword filled the sky, like ocean tides, clouds, mist, and heavy rain, penetrating into every corner and everywhere!

From that blue light, there was a terrifying and powerful sword intention, and the sky was torn apart easily like cloth, just like the Dragon King in charge of the water of the four seas, driving the monstrous water vapor and dragon roar to come!

"It's you...Lord!!!"

Sithorn's eyes flickered, turning into an extremely ferocious and violent cold light!

The next moment, the vast light of swords flooded the sky, like thunder resounding and a volcano erupting. Countless water vapors were carried by the strong wind, tearing out ferocious cracks in the sky, spreading to countless places like a dense and huge spider web. Hundreds of kilometers away.

The terrifying shock wave then spread, blowing thousands of hectares of sea water high into the sky.

Suddenly, the rain poured down, the heat wave was raging, and the sword energy was everywhere.

Lord stood quietly in the sky, letting the heavy rain beat on his body, his clothes were soaked, his sword pointed sideways, his eyes flickered, and he said calmly: "It seems that I am the winner this time, Sithorne. "

"You... plotted against me!"

After being severely wounded by the knife, Sithorn's voice became extremely hoarse, with anger brewing faintly.

"Heh, what do you think?"

Lord glanced at him and showed a bit of ridicule: "Do you really think that I will be defenseless and let you invade my spiritual world and replace me?"

At this moment, Sithorn finally understood.

It turns out that the person he has been playing tricks on is Him. After all the hard work, He ended up making a wedding dress for someone else.

This is what it means to lose your wife and lose your troops at the same time.

"I accept your power of chaos."

Lord smiled slightly, and then slowly raised his sword: "As for you, just go back obediently, outsiders are not welcome here."

"Lo-De!!!"

An extremely bright sword light passed by like a fleeting stream of light.

Accompanied by Sithorn's vicious and angry roar, his will collapsed in an instant under the strangulation of the sword.