Chapter 113: The Resonance of Great Fortune: The Awakening of Three Celestial Treasures

In an instant, vast as an ocean, the force of fortune surged into him, racing along his arms to every limb and vein; Ye Xuan’s pupils shimmered with golden ripples, and his robes flared without wind.

He could clearly feel that some rule beyond reason was taking root within him—not an increase in power, but a tilt of fate.

Just as he had felt the favor of heaven and earth after transforming into the Emperor, though the Emperor’s favor came from within himself, his came from fortune.

The golden light faded slowly; Ye Xuan opened his eyes.

“So this is Great Fortune Ascending?”

He looked down at his palm, a faint smile curling his lips.

A strange feeling spread through his heart.

From this moment on, the fortune of heaven and earth would naturally draw toward him; all things would make way for him.

Ye Xuan exited the system space and returned to the real world.

Sunlight streamed through the window, a breeze stirred the treetops—everything seemed unchanged, yet something had clearly shifted.

“Now that I have the Great Fortune Ascending Gu , it would be a waste not to step out and test my luck.”

He murmured softly, a hint of amusement glinting in his eyes.

Though the Great Fortune Ascending Gu had its limits and could not influence higher-tier Celestial Treasures, among those currently manifested in reality, few—if any—exceeded that limit.

Just as Ye Xuan was about to step out, a strange hum suddenly echoed in his ear.

The sound was faint, yet it resonated directly within his soul, like the lingering vibration of a fate-string plucked lightly.

He froze in place, pupils contracting slightly.

“This is…”

An indescribable sensation rose in his heart.

Without warning, without reason, his body reacted before his mind could catch up.

He turned slowly, his gaze piercing the corridor toward the collection room.

“Hum—”

When the second resonance sounded, the air in the entire space trembled. Ye Xuan felt a force within him rejoicing, as if answering to something.

He raised his hand to his chest, clearly feeling his heart beat in sync with this peculiar rhythm.

“I heard it—the resonance born of great fortune…”

Ye Xuan’s lips curled involuntarily.

This was the feeling of possessing the Great Fortune Ascending Gu .

No effort was needed, no action required—fate itself would deliver signs; the optimized Great Fortune Ascending Gu ensured that no choice Ye Xuan made would dilute its purity or strength.

Every step he took on this path landed precisely on fate’s nodes.

Ye Xuan pushed open the door to the collection room; soft light flowed out like water, three objects resting quietly on separate shelves, each radiating a unique glow.

On the left shelf lay a silver device shaped like a USB drive, its square casing marked with yellow patterns, faint data streams pulsing within.

Centered on the shelf lay an ancient tachi, its scabbard worn yet radiating a terrifying heat that warped the air around it.

On the right rested a blue-purple fruit covered in spiral patterns, its skin occasionally bulging with strange lumps, trembling as if alive.

“The Eternal Memory from the Kamen Rider W world; Ryūjin Huo , the oldest and strongest flame-type Zanpakutō from the Bleach world; and the Gomu Gomu no Mi, the Mythical Zoan-type Nika Form, bearing the name of a god from the One Piece world.”

Ye Xuan whispered these names—the Celestial Treasures from the worlds of Kamen Rider, Bleach, and One Piece, each the pinnacle of its respective realm.

Was this the power of the Great Fortune Ascending Gu ?

Truly terrifying.

But possessing a Celestial Treasure and being able to use it were two different things.

Take the Gomu Gomu no Mi, Nika Form, carrying the will of Nika—Ye Xuan had no illusion that he met its usage conditions.

Even if he did, he would not use it.

But one Celestial Treasure, he could be certain of.

Ye Xuan turned his gaze to the Eternal Memory, stepped forward, and took it in his hand, pressing his thumb lightly.

“Eternal!”

A cold electronic voice echoed through the void; instantly, a red-and-black Lost Driver materialized at his waist, the metallic belt snapping shut, its surface alive with flowing azure data-light.

Without hesitation, Ye Xuan inserted the Memory into the central slot of the Driver and pushed with his right hand.

“Transform!”

“Boom—!”

Brilliant blue flames erupted from the Driver, spreading outward from his waist and fully engulfing his body.

Silver-white armor shards assembled rapidly within the light—chestplate, arm guards, leg plates emerging one by one—until finally, a deep-blue energy cloak unfurled with a sharp “whoosh,” billowing behind him.

Ye Xuan felt the power surging within his body.

As for boosts, there were none—but the sensation itself was exquisite.

As Ye Xuan still reveled in the novelty of his Kamen Rider Eternal transformation, a familiar mechanical hum suddenly came from behind.

“Hum—hum-hum—”

The Kōtō Insect Yi flew out from some corner, circling him at high speed, its compound eyes flashing urgent red light, like a dog neglected by its master.

It even darted repeatedly beside his cloak, clapping its metallic wings to produce protestive sounds.

Ye Xuan shook his head and pulled the Eternal Memory from the Driver.

With a soft “click,” the silver-white armor dissolved into countless light particles, the cloak vanishing like smoke.

He tapped the Kōtō Insect Yi ’s head; it immediately rubbed its front limbs against his fingers, emitting a plaintive “beep-beep.”

The sight bore no trace of the dignity befitting a being that chose its master by the standard of “sunlike brilliance.”

Ye Xuan set it aside, then turned his gaze to the Ryūjin Huo on the display stand, stepping forward to grasp it.

The moment his fingers touched the hilt, an indescribable feeling arose—as if this Zanpakutō had always belonged to him alone.

No trial was needed, no approval required—Ye Xuan could naturally wield all its abilities.

“Clang—”

The sound of the tachi being drawn echoed through the collection room; its blade, lit by the lights, rippled with molten-like patterns.

“All phenomena, reduced to ash.”

He whispered the Shikai incantation almost instinctively; the blade erupted in roaring flames, searing heat surging along the edge—yet obediently avoiding his sleeves.

But here, Ye Xuan halted his action.

If he continued, the entire house might be reduced to cinders by Ryūjin Huo ’s Shikai flames.

Ye Xuan spun the blade, drawing a perfect ring of fire through the air; he found himself eagerly anticipating the expression on Aizen’s face when he next manifested—and saw this Zanpakutō.

(End of Chapter)