Chapter 120

Of course.

Stationing themselves wasn't free—they also had to moonlight as attendants on a regular basis, doing things like serving tea and pouring water.

"Lord Senya, is there any problem with this arrangement?" After briefing Kuchiki Senya on the defensive measures for the real world, Matsumoto Rangiku looked toward him.

Kuchiki Senya, meanwhile, simply waved a hand.

Leave everything to Unohana Retsu to handle.

The Chief of the Real World—so utterly a salted fish—that even Matsumoto Rangiku couldn't help but widen her eyes.

This Lord Senya… although she hadn't had much contact with him before, she knew he was a salted fish.

However.

Having suddenly obtained such enormous power, he still remained unmoved, continuing each day with fine wine and beautiful women by his side…

This kind of salted fish.

Was really, truly, a little too terrifying.

Unohana Retsu, meanwhile, gave a faint smile—did she not yet know what kind of person Kuchiki Senya was?

If he could sit, he would never stand; if he could lie down, he would never sit—a proper hands-off shopkeeper.

Above.

Kuchiki Senya, still squinting, took a sip of wine.

The next moment.

【Ding.】

【Congratulations to the host: continuing to slack off and drink, discussing life with beauties, remaining unmoved by the temptation of power—achievement unlocked: "A Beauty Beats a Kingdom."】

【The host's Yin-Yang Wind Curse continues to unlock its fourth curse: Direct Perception Bright Curse!】

Hm?

Kuchiki Senya slightly raised his eyes, glanced at the system panel, then the corner of his mouth curved into a faint smile.

Direct Perception Bright Curse!

The ultimate in direct perception!

Comprehend yin and yang! Every living being, and even dead objects—the emotions they generate toward oneself—can all be sensed with perfect clarity!

This was a divine skill for guarding against covert attacks!

So long as anyone intended him harm, he could know in advance—and thus make the appropriate arrangements!

Not bad.

Kuchiki Senya nodded in satisfaction.

Right now, his offensive abilities were already maxed out, and he feared no rule-based control or damage.

However.

On the intelligence side, there was still a slight shortfall.

Although the Second Division were all his subordinates, even they couldn't attend to every last detail.

In the original work.

The Wandenreich had hidden themselves within Wang Gong for over a thousand years! The Second Division hadn't been able to root them out either…

This kind of supportive ability was exactly what he needed right now!

Now.

Four of the Yin-Yang Wind Curses had already been unlocked.

Six Soul Terror Curse.

Sealing Sleep Curse Seal.

Heaven-Burying Curse.

Direct Perception Bright Curse!

Then.

Kuchiki Senya took a sip of wine, activated the Direct Perception Bright Curse, and in an instant, the attitudes of everyone present toward him became known…

Shizuka was like a warm current of water, nourishing all things silently, clinging tightly to him.

Unohana Retsu, meanwhile, was filled with goodwill, and with the reverence a strong person commands…

Rangiku, meanwhile, was in a state of deep shock, unable to understand why he would give up power that was within easy reach…

Direct Perception Bright Curse.

Its effect gradually extended further outward, gradually perceiving the entire real world! Even the entire world!

In Soul Society, above the heavens, there was an undisguised wariness, malice.

It was practically itching to be rid of him as soon as possible!

That was the Royal Palace—inside it was the false Monk Ichibei Hyosube, who possessed the power to alter and name every single thing in Soul Society…

Hueco Mundo.

Was a scene of desolation; only a single vast presence, faintly sparring with him, yet harboring no malice—probably Aizen had also steeled himself to work harder.

The real world…

Only rats hiding in the gutters, weak and wretched, secretly plotting something against him…

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074: Annihilating Fullbring, Kuchiki Senya's Edge Knows No Equal!

The real world.

At this point in time.

An organization with a certain level of strength.

Apart from the Masked Army, there is also the Fullbring organization, Xcution.

The leader is the first Substitute Soul Reaper, Ginjo Kūgo, and the hidden boss behind the scenes, Shukuro Tsukishima, who possesses the Book of the End.

And the Seireitei…

In the shadows, an incomparably massive force lies hidden — not only targeting him, but targeting the entire world!

That is Yhwach's Invisible Empire! Having spanned a thousand years, it has now grown to an utterly terrifying extent…

Afterwards.

Kuchiki Senya shook his head lightly and casually took a sip of wine.

Anyway.

As long as he slacked off and enjoyed life, he could grow stronger. Now, the number of people who could pose a real threat to him was already very small.

As long as he kept slacking off.

And kept raising his strength, he had nothing to fear!

……

A few months later.

Karakura Town — a scene of bustling excitement. It was the annual festival!

On the streets.

Everywhere there were all kinds of delicacies, and little games like goldfish scooping.

A few figures walking down the street became the most dazzling sight, with a one-hundred-percent rate of heads turning!

Kuchiki Senya, in a floral shirt, looking like some dissolute Young Master.

Along with several other girls in kimonos, their looks absolutely stunning.

Hisana, Rukia, Inoue Orihime, Matsumoto Rangiku, Unohana Retsu…

And two employees carrying luggage, their faces full of grievance as they stared at Kuchiki Senya walking ahead.

Sarugaki Hiyori, Yadomaru Lisa.

After all that hardship.

They had joined Senya Entertainment City, only to end up with the job of carrying luggage…

Up ahead.

Kuchiki Senya sensed the resentful gazes, a faint smile surfacing on his face as he enjoyed this once-a-year festive life.

Sarugaki Hiyori.

Hair braided into two little plaits, cute in appearance, yet usually always wearing a cocky expression.