Marvel With Zanpakuto

After one kiss, nothing exists anymore.

In the brief blink of an eye, a cold voice seemed to sound in Lord's mind.

"Keep it up, you must keep it up."

"No matter what happens, no matter what you see, no matter what you feel...

"Please, please... hold on."

"Never give up on yourself, I will always be by your side until the end of time."

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Cold, wet, suffocating, painful.

In the boundless pitch-black ocean, Lord floated aimlessly like driftwood.

It's just that his eyes were closed tightly, a look of pain condensed between his brows, and he looked like he was in a coma.

No, not coma!

Lord's consciousness was still very clear, but he couldn't move or even feel any sensation.

His five senses seemed to be blocked. He had eyes but not sight, a nose but not smell, ears but not hearing, a mouth but not speaking, and hands but not touching. Even the spiritual power in his body had disappeared.

This feeling... is simply terrible!

Having lost his five senses and spiritual power, he became an ordinary person again.

But as an ordinary person, he was immersed in this cold ocean. He had no way to rely on his feet. No matter how hard he tried to stand firm, he finally fell into the water within a few seconds.

The nearly suffocating water poured into his mouth and nose, filling his nasal cavity and throat, and invaded his lungs and stomach.

The cold water filled his stomach, and the long-term suffocation caused severe burning pain in his lungs. Forced by the desire to survive in his heart, Lord struggled several times and finally reached the water before exhausting his strength.

"Ah... Huchi... Huchi..."

A breath of fresh air rushed in, and then Lord's stomach began to spasm, and he vomited out the water he had just poured in.

However, a wave suddenly arose on the calm sea, and he was once again pushed deep into the water after he had just escaped.

The sudden wave made Lord completely unprepared. He choked in more water off guard, and his whole body felt as if it was being torn apart. The water was clearly like fire, burning his lungs and brain. .

Finally, he choked.

Darkness then enveloped him, and his consciousness gradually sank.

Lord died. He was drowned alive. He experienced the pain of suffocation and choking, and his face became distorted as a result.

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Cold, wet, suffocating, painful.

In the boundless pitch-black ocean, Lord floated aimlessly like driftwood.

His sinking consciousness was awakened, and he woke up again.

Only this time, he felt like something was missing, but he couldn't remember it.

The feeling of suffocation came again, full of erosion like a fire. Water poured into the body from the mouth and nose, and the lungs and brain became muddled. This painful feeling aroused the will to survive, and Lord struggled once again. stand up.

He didn't have time to think about why this happened.

He had no time to explore the truth behind his resurrection from the dead, he just wanted to live!

Plop...Plop...

The water splashed everywhere, and he flopped in the water like a landlubber.

But this vast ocean has no buoyancy, and even if he tried all methods, he could not escape from this desperate situation.

Instead...keep dragging him downwards.

There was no light under the pitch-black water, and the icy cold temperature made the body gradually stiffen.

Consciousness was once again shrouded in darkness, sinking into the depths of this unknown ocean.

Lorde is dead.

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Cold, wet, suffocating, painful.

In the boundless pitch-black ocean, Lord floated aimlessly like driftwood.

His perception was reduced to the freezing point, and his consciousness was on the verge of disintegration. The struggling Lord repeatedly suffocated and drowned in the water. The intense feeling of dying was like being tightly entangled by a poisonous snake, which took away his life. All oxygen.

Countless thoughts began to emerge one after another.

They erupted like lava from a volcano, trampling on his will with wanton destruction.

Lord tried to sum up his experience, but it was useless. The summed up experience was useless, and the new methods he tried were useless. The will to survive was worn away bit by bit. Countless tortures and pains slowly pushed him to the next level. The 'cliff edge'.

He was dead again.

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Cold, wet, suffocating, painful.

In the boundless pitch-black ocean, Lord floated aimlessly like driftwood.

Countless struggles, countless attempts, countless...resurrections.

He finally knew what he had lost.

As he died again and again, his emotions were gradually stripped away, as if they were peeling off a cocoon, bit by bit withdrawn from his brain.

Under the dark water, it was deathly silent.

Lord, who had lost everything, held himself like a baby.

A voice gradually amplified in his mind and kept echoing under the dark water, whether he was willing to listen or not.

Commit suicide...

commit suicide...

commit suicide...

So tired...really so tired...

As long as you die, everything will be fine.

No more pain, no more torture, no more effort, no more struggle.

Yes.

As long as he dies, everything will be over.

The silent urgings were like thousands of swords piercing his heart, ruthlessly erasing his will to live.

A faint fire seemed to be extinguished in the strong wind.

Still dead?

No...can't die!

Why struggle?

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

Hey, you look like you're trying to show off, but it's so uncomfortable, why don't you just give up?

I won’t give up, I can’t give up.

He could no longer figure out whether he wanted to live with struggle or die with relief.

Even the belief in trying to survive seems to be gradually being stripped away.

"No! No! No!"

"It's not like that, it's not like that, it's not like that!"

"Can't die! Can't die! Can't die! Can't die! Can't die!"

"Keep it up! Don't give up!"

"Looking back...thinking...of those times..."

"When you are happy, when you are sad, when you are painful, when you are lonely... No matter what kind of suffering you are going through, never give up on yourself, raise your head... look at the sunshine of tomorrow, Find...something to love!”

“Even if you are stuck in the quagmire, never give up ‘struggle’.”

"No!!!"

With a hysterical roar, Lord finally opened his eyes.

The pitch-black ocean that imprisoned and tortured him quietly disappeared with this roar.

Instead, there is a pure and thorough world.

The clear water reflects the colors of the sky. The vast blue sky stretches as far as the eye can see, dotted with long white clouds, like a rare canvas in the world, reflecting the clearest beauty in the world.

The tranquility he had never experienced soothed his pain.

The sadness that could not be wiped away remained in Lord's eyes, and tears seemed to slowly fall from the corners of his eyes.

He seemed to have died once, but came back to life.

It was just the feeling of pain, weakness, exhaustion, and even wanting to give up life and use death to find relief that he could never forget.

Tick ​​tock…

A drop of tear fell into the clear water, causing ripples in an instant.

Lord lowered his head slowly, and his face was reflected in the clear water. It was a young man with short black hair who looked a little decadent. His appearance was not handsome, but his eyes had an indescribable look. The color of perseverance and determination.

"Long time no see...Lord."

He looked at the unfamiliar face, and thousands of thoughts suddenly came to his mind: "So this is my swastika, no wonder you stopped me, now... I finally understand."

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Under this clear water.

There were actually countless corpses and bones piled up, buried in the deepest part like mountains.

A pair of eyes with brilliant colors shining like cracks, like the bright light bursting out from the stars, stared at him silently across the water as clear as a mirror.

Up and down, it seems like a world is separated.