Chapter 20 - What's even happening?!
Aizen's Grand Design
Aizen sat on his throne, suspended in the void of dimensions unseen, sipping from a glass of celestial wine stolen from the gods themselves. His eyes shimmered with intelligence beyond mortal comprehension. The Soul King's fragmented essence pulsated within his trap, carefully constructed to ensnare the most powerful beings in existence.
"They call themselves gods, yet they act so predictably," he mused. "Arrogance. The greatest weakness of the divine."
His plan was elegant—lure them all in, one by one, and capture their essence. Zeno, the Omni-King. Shibai Otsutsuki, the god of chakra. The Soul King, ruler of realms. And more. They would soon find themselves at the mercy of Sosuke Aizen.
A gentle chuckle escaped his lips. "Not even deities can escape the power of my illusions."
Muzan's "Scientific" Experiment
Deep within his underground lair, Muzan Kibutsuji had taken on a new identity—Kazuya Kinoshita.
Why? Because in his infinitely depraved mind, Muzan had devised a genius experiment. If Nezuko's immunity to sunlight stemmed from emotions, what better way to test those emotions than through... romance?
"Nezuko-chan~" Muzan purred in an awkward, fake-boyfriend tone, adjusting his rented suit. "You know... I've always admired you from afar."
Nezuko blinked. Then blinked again. Then sniffed the air.
"You smell like disappointment and bad decisions," she said flatly.
Muzan twitched. "Nonsense! I am a kind and devoted man!"
Nezuko stepped back, her eyes narrowing. "Wait... are you... Muzan?!"
Before she could react, he grabbed her waist, whispering, "For science, my dear."
Just as he leaned in—
BOOOOOOM!
The wall exploded into fiery wreckage.
"BASTARD!!!!"
TANJIRO KAMADO stood there, face twisted in unimaginable rage. The sheer force of his fury cracked the air. His Nichirin blade burned like the sun itself.
"First you killed my family... then you turned my sister into a demon... AND NOW YOU'RE TRYING TO SEDUCE HER?!"
Muzan sighed. "Technically, I'm studying her."
Tanjiro's breath became ragged. "I AM ABOUT TO STUDY HOW MANY PIECES I CAN CUT YOU INTO, YOU SICK SON OF A—"
With a battle cry fueled by pure wrath, Tanjiro lunged.
Muzan barely dodged as Tanjiro's Hinokami Kagura attack ignited the entire lair. The two clashed at impossible speeds, shaking the earth. Muzan transformed mid-fight, unleashing his grotesque true form.
"You... will... not... stop... my research!" Muzan roared, tentacles whipping through the air.
Tanjiro slashed them all apart. "I WILL STOP YOU FROM EVER SPEAKING AGAIN!"
Their battle raged on, each strike a clash of ultimate fury and depravity.
Aizen & Ymir: The Art of Seduction
In the ethereal realm of the Paths, Ymir Fritz wandered, her existence bound to eternity. Then—
Footsteps.
She turned. Her eyes widened. Karl Fritz stood before her.
"My love," he whispered.
Tears welled in her eyes. "You... you've returned?"
Aizen—disguised as Karl Fritz—stepped closer. His voice was soft, intoxicating. "You have suffered too long, Ymir. Let me... take away your pain."
Ymir trembled. "But... I am bound..."
Aizen caressed her cheek. "No. You are bound because you believe you are. Give yourself to me, and I shall free you."
She shivered at his touch. "But Karl, you—"
Aizen smirked inwardly. This was too easy.
He leaned in, whispering, "You deserve passion, Ymir. Devotion. Let me... worship you."
Her lips parted, her resistance fading. Aizen pulled her into an embrace, her fate now sealed.
"A god must fall before they realize they were never free."
Urahara & Yoruichi: Breaking the System
Meanwhile, inside the Intergalactic Gallery, Urahara and Yoruichi sprinted through shifting corridors as alarms blared.
"This is the worst date ever!" Yoruichi shouted.
Urahara grinned. "What? I thought you liked running through cosmic death traps with me!"
"Next time, we're doing a spa day!"
They dodged lasers, evaded black holes, and finally burst into the Control Room.
Urahara cracked his knuckles. "Alright, let's hijack this place."
Yoruichi rolled her eyes. "And here I thought you only hacked panties off women."
Urahara waggled his eyebrows. "Oh, I'm good at both."
Connecting to the system, they reached out to Mayuri Kurotsuchi.
"Mayuri, old friend, we need a favor!"
Mayuri's distorted voice crackled through. "If this is about borrowing my experimental tentacle serum—"
Yoruichi gagged. "OH GOD, STOP."
Urahara sighed. "No, we need to override a multiversal broadcast and—"
"Do I LOOK like your personal IT department?!"
Yoruichi crossed her arms. "Mayuri, if you don't help, I'm telling everyone about that 'accident' you had with Nemu's—"
"FINE! Give me five minutes!"
Makima vs. Three Idiots
Makima found herself in a pocket dimension, surrounded by three grinning idiots—Luffy, Denji, and Gojo.
She sighed. "Is this some kind of joke?"
Luffy stretched his arms. "I dunno, but I like it!"
Denji licked his lips. "I don't care how or why, but this is my dream come true."
Gojo removed his blindfold, revealing those eyes. "Well, well... I do love a woman in charge."
Makima smirked. "Oh? You think you can handle me?"
Luffy cracked his knuckles. "Let's see!"
Denji grinned. "I'M SO READY."
Gojo chuckled. "This'll be fun."
Makima's smirk deepened. "Come then, boys. Let's see what you've got."
The Arrival of the Gods
Reality trembled. The skies shattered. Time fractured.
A golden glow illuminated the cosmos. The presence of gods flooded existence itself.
Zeno. Shibai. The Soul King. And others.
Zeno tilted his head. "Ooooh! This looks fun!"
Shibai's eyes narrowed. "A mortal seeks to trap us? How amusing."
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The Soul King remained silent.
Aizen's lips curled into a smirk. "Checkmate."