CA 2089, January 30.

It is a world of despair and desolation, darkness and blood.

The blood moon in the sky, as if it had just been salvaged from the sea of blood, emitted a shimmer of light that fell into the depths of the gray stone forest.

Rushing black clouds engulfed the blood-red sky, whistling flames burning ghostly shadows, and mournful cries and laughter could be heard in the distance.

Countless pin-and-needle raindrops fell from the sky, and the stabbing wounds were visible to the bones.

Whoa, whoa... Nearer reverberations dispelled the shrouded mist, and the shattered wreckage, flesh, and entrails dotted the land.

Whew... The annoying, desperate, painful howling wind is howling again.

Click, click... Grunt... Puff... It's like hell is playing.

With the blowing of the gloomy wind, the corpses scattered throughout the gray earth gathered again... Bones, flesh, hair, and skin were once again combined into human beings.

"No... No, no...! You can't do that! ”

"Ahhh Let me die, let me die! ”

"Kill me, kill me... Hurry up, kill me quickly! ”

After a brief silence, the earth was red with blood and bones, and the sound of despair began to echo... But this is only a minority, and the vast majority of the resurrected people stand upright and motionless.

The eyes of these people were filled with deathly silence.

"Na, na... Please, please, kill me! Kill me! ”

"As you wish... Click. ”

Crash... The brown-haired man reached out and twisted the head of the man in front of him.

The dead man not only did not show resentment in his eyes, but showed a smile of relief... Although this smile is too penetrating with his skin-clinging bone-to-bone appearance.

"Okay, if you kill them all... You'll be able to move on to the next floor... 20 years... It's a long time. ”

As Aizen walked, the sound of "click" kept ringing... There is no resistance, only indifference, or scrambling.

This is the first level of hell: "Waiting for the Living Hell."

As the name suggests, the hell that awaits the resurrection.

They have only one fate: to kill each other, the wind blows, resurrect, fight again... And so on, there is no end, no salvation, no mercy, only despair.

After being brought here by the skeletons in armor, Aizen understood what awaited him... He became the man here, called "The Guilty Man".

The world is really unfriendly... On the very first day, he was deprived of all his strength.

Then the guards of hell hung heavy chains behind their backs... In hell, the heavier the sin, the more chains there are.

At first, he was so oppressed that he couldn't even breathe... But the feeling of being alive is so fulfilling.

On the first day, he was lying on the ground with blood and stench... Look at this blood-red world of despair.

I don't know if it's lucky or unfortunate, he wasn't affected... survived.

Then the blood moon fades and darkness falls... The Guardians of Hell will be the ones who are still alive with him: from bones to flesh, from the soles of his feet to his heads... Little by little, crushed, crushed.

The next day, when he woke up, he found something... The fingers moved, and then he survived again, as if forgotten, and that's it.

Day 3, Day 4... By observing the cries of those who were still conscious, he understood what this place was: there were no living here... Only by being killed by the same kind with chains will you not be brutally killed by those guards.

Day 5, Day 6... This lasted for 1 year before he could get up from the ground.

Each time he died, his chains became lighter... The power came back a little, and in exchange, he was more connected to this hell.

This is what he came to through his observations in the first year... He himself was "taken care of".

Those who were caught by the gates of hell have the power of life... I can run and jump, I can cry and laugh.

And these people, every time they are killed by their own kind, they get older... He had seen with his own eyes a man who had only bones left, the kind that was so fragile that the wind shattered at the slightest touch, and after being turned into white bones once, he never came back to life.

And those who lose their minds in the killing will begin to fester, and gradually turn into monsters... When completely inhuman, they will be stuffed into a crimson hole of light by the Hellguards.

"Really... I was hopeless. ”

Whoa, whoa... The smiling indigo dye cleanly sent the culprits into a deep sleep.

He's truly special... Because he doesn't lose his mind because of pain, even if pain, anger, and resentment do exist.

In the living hell, he is the only one who is blue-dyed and right-handed... At each resurrection, you can laugh and wipe out the culprits one by one.

Because it allows him to feel his strength regained little by little... Although the chains on the body gradually become a part of the body in the process.

"Thank you... Smiling Grim Reaper. ”

"Don't mind, please die in peace."

Click... Aizen snapped his neck with his hand, and the chains trembled slightly: the strength was gradually returning.

Aizen, who kills one person in ten steps, walks into the distance elegantly and calmly... Whether it was the unconscious blamer, or the crying and laughing thanking him, or the scarlet-eyed monsters with murderous intent, no one could stop him.

In this way, on this "carpet" where blood and corpses are intertwined, he went farther and farther... Until the Blood Moon in the gray sky, slowly devoured like a tengu eating the moon: darkness descends.

Knock knock... The trembling earth wailed, the blood poured out, and the stumps shook and jumped with pleasure: the music of hell was really played.

Crunchy... The tooth-aching sound echoed through the dead night, and the huge figures of the Hellguards came out of the darkness, their armor glowing with a faint silver glow.

"What a beautiful piece of music, even though I'm the only listener... But it's also one of the few fun... I'm such a hopeless person. ”

An intoxicated expression appeared on Aizen's face... He even stopped, closed his eyes, and the feeling of powerlessness that had been crushed from foot to head by the Hellguards' guards over and over again came to his mind.

Knock knock... Not far away a guard came towards him: these executioners would not spare anything alive except their kind.

"Na... And by whom do you control? ”

"Probably the deepest one, right?"

"If the first layer is called "waiting for life", is the eighth layer the bottom?"

"What about me... I would always act in order to smash everything that wanted to dominate me. ”

Crash... The self-talking blue dye moved, and a dark red glow began to emerge from his entire body: this breath made the Hell Guards stop for the first time.

Click!

His round helmeted head tilted as if in confusion... This thing, there is something that scares him.

There was not a trace of fluctuation in the blue-dyed brown eyes that raised his head... But if you look closely, it is not difficult to find the fiercest, hottest, and most angry flame hidden deep in his "eyes"!

Countless abuses and killings, even if he... Nor can it be indifferent.

But even so, he persevered... Not for anything else, just to get out of here and take everything that belongs to him in the first place!!

Boom!

Ding Ding Ding... With Aizen's vigorous step, the iron chain hanging behind him collided with crisp notes, turning into a touch of red light, Aizen instantly came to the Hell Guard and swung his fist!

Click, click... The hell guards who had broken down and despaired countless culprits shattered and turned into dust in the sky.

The next moment, a mutation happened... As if enraged by something, a crimson hole of light emerged from under Blue's feet, slowly engulfing him.

Even in this case, Aizen was able to keep smiling, "Alright, let me see the scenery of the Black Rope Hell... Don't disappoint too much. ”