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Chapter 270 B
🕑 Added 2025-02-26 12:01:05 +0000 UTCChapter 270
Fixed Grammarly now all good! Here is yesterday's chapter! Expect the regular daily uploads later today like normal.
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Cirucci let out a ragged roar, raising her long, insect-like arms and gingerly touching her face.
The hard white mask was gone, replaced by soft, human-like skin.
Before the experiment began, Aizen had given them all a quick introduction to the basics of Arrancarization. A broken Hollow mask revealing a human appearance—there was no doubt about it: she had succeeded!
Eyes shining with excitement, she turned to the two men before her.
“Lord Kaelith! Lord Aizen! I did it—I really did it!”
“Well done,” Aizen praised, even giving her a round of applause.
After so much work, he had finally created the first artificially Arrancarized Hollow. A wave of satisfaction washed over him as he turned a rather triumphant gaze toward a certain someone.
Kaelith eyed him for a few seconds, then put on a look of sudden realization.
“Su-goi! Subarashii!!”
He raised a hand with a theatrical show of awe, clapping at lightning speed to produce a bizarre series of popping sounds.
Aizen stood there, watching the display. Although the reaction was precisely what Kaelith intended, something about it rankled him.
Narrowing his eyes, he made a mental note in his personal grudge book even if he wasn't sure.... better write it down to be safe.
“Cirucci, release your full spiritual pressure. I need to take measurements,” Aizen said.
She nodded without hesitation but paused the moment she was about to act. Her eyes lit up again.
“Lord Aizen, my power has soared far beyond what it was before! Such immense strength… If I unleash it here, it could cause huge damage. Would you take me somewhere more open to test it?”
Aizen regarded her with a subtle, inscrutable gaze.
“Kaelith,” he said quietly.
“Oh!” Kaelith stood and rolled his neck, strolling over. Under Cirucci’s surprised stare, he came right up to her with a mischievous grin—and abruptly pulled his collar open at the chest.
“If you’re worried about unleashing your spiritual pressure, feel free to test it on me. Step right up and provide your name, zodiac sign, bank card number, and password, and we’ll instantly calculate which fictional character you are—”
“Uh?” Cirucci blinked, clearly confused.
Aizen’s expression grew sharper. Kaelith gave a light cough.
“Ah, sorry, wrong script. Let’s try that again…”
“Come on, hit me with your strongest attack. I’ll measure exactly how strong you’ve become in a single instant.”
Cirucci gasped. “How can I do that?! Lord Kaelith, my power is too overwhelming now. If I hurt you, I wouldn’t be able to—”
“No problem. In fact, feel free to try and kill me.” Kaelith’s face was as warm as a friendly neighbor’s. Still smiling, he added, “But it had better be at full power. If you hold back, I’ll have to roast you for dinner.”
Cirucci’s eyes widened in alarm. After a few seconds of anguished indecision, she finally nodded. If this was an order, there was no refusing it. She only hoped that if Kaelith got injured, he wouldn’t turn around and kill her out of anger.
Resolving herself, Cirucci drew her Zanpakutō. Even though she had just become an Arrancar, the method to release her powers flooded into her mind like instinct.
“Tear them apart—Kakkire!”
Her shout rang out. Spiritual pressure surged around her, returning her body to the moth-like form from before. With a roar, she gathered reishi behind her, forming a giant axe of light.
“Be careful, Lord Kaelith!!” she cried, hurling one hand forward.
“Great Axe Slash!!!”
With a thunderous shout, the enormous, ten-meter-wide blade of spiritual energy came crashing down on Kaelith. In that instant, Cirucci’s heart pounded with sudden dread—this attack was far more powerful than she’d expected. That single strike might do more than merely injure Kaelith; it could kill him outright!
Panic, regret, and a heady surge of excitement all tangled within her. She’d become stronger—tremendously stronger! Surely now she could rival these two men… No, she had surpassed them!
A savage grin spread across her face. Let Kaelith be the first to fall!
Clang!!
The brilliant spiritual axe, shining with dazzling light, slammed hard into Kaelith’s chest. The visual effect was spectacular, like a mountain-splitting strike. But Cirucci’s triumphant smile slowly faded. To her bewilderment, the massive axe had come to a dead stop against Kaelith’s torso. That impossibly sharp, seemingly invincible blade had been halted by nothing but his bare body?!
Eyeing the axe, Kaelith gave a small nod.
“Not bad. Judging by your spiritual pressure alone, you’re about on par with a seasoned Lieutenant. However, the technique itself is too crude. If a real Lieutenant had used it, I would at least feel a bit of a sting.”
He flexed his chest muscles. A hidden force traveled through the giant axe, sending Cirucci stumbling back until she fell hard onto the floor. Wide-eyed and speechless, she stared at Kaelith, unable to accept the reality. How could she be so thoroughly crushed after growing so overwhelmingly powerful? Just how strong was this man?
Having dealt with Cirucci, Kaelith stepped up to Aizen and briefly relayed his observations. Aizen listened intently, making notes now and then. Satisfied, he closed the folder.
“Thank you for your efforts.”
He looked at Cirucci, a faint smile on his face as though witnessing an amusing performance.
“Cirucci Sanderwicci, your power check is finished. Any other concerns?”
“N-no…” she stammered.
A flash of light, and she reverted from Resurrección to her humanoid form, vigorously shaking her head.
Her earlier arrogance was gone without a trace. Two Shinigami? No—two Lords… Two deities, even! She wanted to bury her overblown pride in a deep, dark hole.
Seeing that Kaelith and Aizen had no intention of punishing her, she let out a shaky sigh of relief and hurried away.
Creating an Arrancar the first time had been the hardest part. Now that Aizen had the method, the pace picked up. Out of the thirty-plus Hollows tested, three ended up successfully becoming Arrancar.
Eleven more experienced a partial mask break that boosted their strength significantly but didn’t fully transform them. Most of these subjects also showed the same kind of overconfidence that Cirucci had—only for Kaelith’s iron fist to swiftly give them a reality check.
The rest, over a dozen in total, died in the process. Had the subjects been Shinigami, that fatality rate would have been a massive scandal that landed Aizen in the lowest level of the underground prison for ten thousand years. But Hollows saw it differently. They were willing to accept those risks if it meant a chance for greater power.
Adjuchas with barely Seated Officer–level strength went in, emerged, and came out Lieutenant-level. Those that started at Lieutenant-level jumped straight to Captain-level.
Even if that improvement was purely in raw spiritual pressure rather than skill, it was still a dream come true for Adjuchas constantly living under the threat of regression. Aizen didn’t even need to recruit more test subjects—Hollows themselves lined up, desperate for the second round of modifications.
Aizen approved of their determination. At this rate, he would soon be able to stabilize the Arrancar-creation process entirely. Then he could transform any Hollow Kaelith had his eye on, fulfilling the man’s twisted desires.
He pictured Kaelith in tears of gratitude, falling to his knees at the brilliance of Aizen’s creation. That thought alone put him in a fine mood.
…
As the experiments progressed, the number of Arrancar in Las Noches steadily grew. Hallways once filled with monstrous visages now began to resemble the Seireitei in some small way, populated by people in human form wielding Zanpakutō at their hips.
During this time, Kaelith had his private tailoring workshop produce a batch of uniforms in various sizes for everyone. Every Arrancar received a set or two. Clad in those crisp, matching white outfits, they projected an even more imposing aura.
Aizen was surprisingly pleased. Initially, he’d thought Kaelith’s clothes-making venture was just clownish. He didn’t expect it to become so useful. Without it, he’d have to train a whole squad of Hollows just to sew and supply uniforms.
With the Arrancar ranks swelling, a new issue arose: the hierarchy in Las Noches needed an overhaul. The old system was straightforward—Baraggan reigned as king, with a handful of Adjuchas acting as his personal guards. Hollows below that level fell under various subordinates and could be disposed of at will.
Such a messy arrangement hardly fit Aizen’s sense of elegance. He planned to finish his current projects, then calmly devise some tasteful new titles for his followers.
Yet Kaelith found out and volunteered on the spot.
“You should’ve told me earlier, Sōsuke! I’m great at naming things!” he insisted. From Aizen’s skeptical look, Kaelith boasted that he’d finish the job in no time. Sure enough, within an hour, Kaelith came back with a finalized plan.
Aizen accepted the document and began to read it carefully:
- *Supreme Commander of Las Noches*: Sōsuke Aizen
- *The Three Grand Generals*: Baraggan, Starrk, Harribel
- *Chief Scientist*: Szayelaporro
- *Seven Hollow Blades*: Neliel, Grimmjow, Zommari, Cirucci, Ticaro, Gantenbainne, Dordonii
- *And the respective Fracción for each of these major groups…*
Aizen rubbed his chin, mulling it over. At first glance, those titles felt a bit odd, but on second thought, they sounded rather good. Then he realized something was missing.
He scanned each group for Kaelith’s name. Finally, he found it:
*Female Arrancar Dormitory Manager: Kaelith.*
His blood pressure spiked. Taking a deep breath to calm the urge to draw his blade, Aizen said coolly, “We’ll use your system—minus this one.”
He lifted his brush, preparing to strike Kaelith’s name off the page.
Kaelith suddenly let out a wail, startling Aizen. Doubling over in apparent agony, Kaelith clutched his forehead, thrusting one hand out in supplication.
“Sōsuke, don’t cross it out! There’s a special curse on that list. If you erase my name, I’ll melt into a puddle on the spot…”
“Really.”
With one swift stroke, Aizen inked a line through “Kaelith” and walked off, ignoring Kaelith’s dramatic shrieks from behind.
When the new leadership chart was posted, the Hollows’ reactions were mixed. Those like Cirucci, Gantenbainne, and others who had risen through the experimental rounds to become officers were elated. But many Arrancar were unconvinced.
They could grudgingly accept Neliel and her seat among the Seven Hollow Blades. But Harribel? They insisted that a mere half-Arrancar had no right to rank among the Three Grand Generals. Some of them believed their own power now outstripped hers.
The loudest voice belonged to Grimmjow, who had frequently challenged Kaelith after Las Noches changed hands. Eventually, Kaelith forced him to undergo Arrancarization.
Feeling his strength multiply several times over, Grimmjow seemed content to stay—yet he repeatedly sought Kaelith’s permission to duel for a higher position, only to be refused.
Kaelith claimed that the newly formed “Three Grand Generals” and “Seven Hollow Blades” had a grace period—a “newcomer protection phase.” They’d have to wait until it ended before anyone could issue a formal challenge.
Although Grimmjow didn’t like it, there was little he could do. But at last, that protection phase was about to end. Overjoyed, he headed straight to the Las Noches arena, determined to take Harribel down at once and claim the title of Grand General.
He wasn’t alone. Five other Arrancar set out at the same time, each convinced they could defeat Harribel and any other rivals.
They still had half an hour until the protection phase ended, and they were all itching for a fight. As they sized one another up on the way, a monstrous wave of spiritual pressure suddenly erupted from the main hall of Las Noches.
Boom!!
The pressure hammered into them like a raging tide. Horrified, they glanced toward the palace. They recognized that reiatsu—it was Harribel’s.
Grimmjow’s eyes went wide.
“She’s just become a complete Arrancar?!”
Before he could finish, a second crash of spiritual power pounded through the corridors.
Boom!!
“Neliel—that’s Neliel’s reiatsu! She’s turned into an Arrancar too!”
Comments
Harato Kerito
Ayy big boss come back and adjust the chapter please, what we need is chapter 260
SeaPrince
Wrong Chapter bro
