Chapter 77 076: The heartbeat that took nine hundred years to retrieve

Since birth.

The eyes cannot see, the ears cannot hear, the mouth cannot speak, and cannot move.

But even so, I still survived... This is an apocalypse and a sign, indicating that I should survive.

To bring compassion and love to the world.

Like lambs, mortals shaped like corpses long for my power.

If you have hope and expectation, you must respond.

Come on, reach out and touch my body. Let me feel your thoughts, your expectations, everything about you...

My blood, my power, split it into pieces.

Just take it away, this is my favor, please keep it in your heart.

But...

Human beings are also fragile and pitiful beings.

Fragile things like epiphyllum, they will disappear quietly for just a moment of distraction.

Because it is short, it is beautiful.

And the poor people who share my power will eventually return to my body with their souls.

What a sad world.

Lament, regret, be annoyed until you are sad.

This is the power of death, a link in reincarnation, and the sword of Damocles that hangs over the heads of the world.

If the world were to be integrated again, perhaps there would be no such barrier between life and death.

Listening to the cries of my people, I will respond.

I can give power to the ignorant, and I can also harvest the souls of the confused.

Therefore.

No need to be afraid, no need to be afraid.

I am the father of all things.

The world will eventually return to my command and become the road on my journey, lifting me to the high platform and up to the sky that controls everything.

The world is waiting for me to save, and everything in the world is waiting for me to trample on.

Feel it…

Souls are gathering.

I opened my eyes, heard a low voice, and spoke words.

I walked on the earth, and from then on, my name began to be sung.

The torrent hidden in the shadows extinguished hundreds of years of scourge.

Like a rusty gear, it began to bite stiffly and jerkily—but even it was so slow, making people laugh.

The empire that people can't take their eyes away from has also begun to make moves.

Listen.

The bells are ringing in the dusk.

Crowds of people who were as confused as lambs were gathering and praying. They dedicated their beliefs and pursued strength, freedom, and dreams until their souls turned into the shape of loyalty.

It doesn’t matter what the goal is.

Just because Your Majesty will lead us to victory.

So there is no need to feel ashamed, let alone the so-called reserve. Just sing our Majesty's true name loudly.

Its name.

Yohabach.

………

thump.

Sudden and shocking echoes lingered across the entire land.

Like lambs, mortals wept with joy and ran to tell each other, sharing this hard-won joy and shock.

Everything everything.

Everything will be as recorded in the prophecy.

Your Majesty spent nine hundred years to retrieve his own heartbeat, and its sound spread throughout the empire, and will eventually bring together capable people here.

Because of this, all flows will follow His Majesty's guidance and begin to converge and merge.

so.

Wait with confidence.

Waiting for His Majesty to spend the next ninety years regaining his mind.

Waiting for His Majesty to use the next nine years to regain his strength.

Waiting for His Majesty to spend the next nine days...

Take back the world. …

"Ah sneeze!"

Arima Shizuo, who was sorting out books, couldn't help but sneeze.

He rubbed his nose, his throat sobbed up and down for a moment, and the expression on his face was quite tired.

The members of Division 8 beside him turned their heads and stared towards this side.

"What's wrong, do you have a cold?"

"No, it's just an allergy... Haha, thank you for your concern."

It can only be said that judging from Arima Shizuya's physique, he really has no connection with alcohol nowadays.

Ever since the 'drinking party' ended yesterday, Arima Shizuya has remained in this sickly state.

After all, who would have thought that a spirit body could have the concept of alcohol allergy?

The team member beside him nodded in understanding, and spoke in a relaxed tone while busy with the work at hand.

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"How does it feel, working in Division 8?"

"It's really easy..."

"Right~ As someone who has been there, I have to remind you, don't write anything wrong when you fill out your application later. Some teams are not what people should go to!"

For example?

Arima Shizuya looked at the other party and said with all his treasures.

"The Third Division and the Fifth Division are like two bricks, and the death rate of the former is even more exaggerated! The Fourth Division has to open the sewer, the Ninth Division patrols in the dungeon all day long, and the Thirteenth Division has to go on business trips to the real world at every turn... "

hehe.

If these words get out, brother, you won’t know how many times you will die...

It can only be said that the other party does trust him more.

Just as Kyōraku Shunsui said, after spending the past few days with each other, Ma Jing could feel that the other party had no ill intentions at all.

"That's it. I will make reference. Thank you for your guidance, senior."

"Yeah! I'm really looking forward to people like you coming to work in the Eighth Division. There are too few people like you who work in a disciplined manner~"

That's obviously because everyone came to the Eighth Division because the work is very difficult...

Captain of the Beijing Band, do you really want to ignore the atmosphere in your team?

Sighing helplessly, Arima Shizuya's attention shifted to the topic just now.

"Excuse me, is the mission of the Thirteenth Division the type where they often go on business trips to the real world?"

"Yeah, don't you know?"

I really have no impression.

But soon, Arima Shizu reacted.

The reason why Kuchiki Rukia went to the present world was because she was a member of the Thirteenth Division.

After briefly recalling the relevant content, Arima Shizu also roughly remembered these things.

‘A squad that specially sends team members to perform soul burial and purify the virtual world. Most of the team members are sent to the real world to perform duty and have been fighting on the front line with the virtual for many years. ’

It turns out that the 13th Division is the ‘war mad’ in the true sense.

Should we consider switching to the 13th Division for those who can play in the 11th Division to shine?

It can only be said that because of Ukitake Jushiro's relationship, Arima Shizuya's impression of this squad is too weak.

When I was sighing in my heart.

The old man next to him hummed a little tune, put down the things on his hands, and walked out of the secret room happily.

Arima Shizuya turned around and looked at the clock next to him.

Tsk...it's about time, right?

It's great to get off work on time.

Arima Shizuya simply tidied up, and after procrastinating for a few minutes, he pushed the door open and walked out.

Unexpectedly, there happened to be a familiar figure standing outside.

"Hey, you are quite diligent. You came out after everyone else had left?"

Seeing Kyoraku Shunsui laughing and standing at the door, Arima Shizuya began to sweat on his forehead.

"Captain of the Beijing Orchestra, I really can't drink anymore..."

"Ahaha, it was my fault yesterday. Please pay more attention next time. It's just a little different today. Please be sure to come with me if you have time."

So is there anything important?

"It's not something very exaggerated. I just went to chat with Mr. Shan and make some gossip."

“…”

Um?

Meeting Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni?

As if he didn't see the expression on Arima Shizuya's face at all, Kyoraku Shunsui rubbed his chin again and again while speaking in a recalling tone.

"Master Shan has had this habit since a long time ago. At this time every year, he will hold a small gathering to commemorate something."

It's so old that it's a bit difficult to recall the specific year.

But luckily.

Not a problem for the captain of the intelligence department.

"By the way, it probably started nine hundred years ago."

(End of chapter)