Kyoka Suigetsu Zanpakuto
The golden light under their feet felt like a solid ribbon of woven silk, stretching endlessly toward a faint, shimring halo on the horizon.
As Ryker stepped onto the [The Path to the End], the ground beneath his feet felt warm and incredibly stable, as if he were walking across a river of stars. Gon and Killua followed closely behind, their eyes shining with unbridled excitent and a trace of nervous anticipation.
Biscuit brought up the rear, her pink pigtails swaying gently with each step. Her jewel-like eyes were filled with profound awe. For the first ti in her decades of experience as a Hunter, she felt a deep, genuine reverence for Ging Freecss, the architect of this impossible ga.
"Brother Ryker, what do you think the final stage will be?" Gon's voice trembled slightly with adrenaline, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.
"Who cares?" Killua scoffed, though his silver hair seed to crackle with static electricity in the golden light. "As long as Brother Ryker is here, the winning card is already ours. Right, Brother Ryker?"
Ryker simply smiled, his eyes fixed on the distant halo.
He could feel the overwhelming power surging through his veins. [Monstrous Strength] (Gold), [Giant's Bloodline] (Double Purple), [Blood Soul Card] (Red)... countless plundered traits shone like constellations in his status UI.
This final stage was destined to be his absolute, uncontested feast.
The golden road seed to seamlessly fold space, drastically shortening the distance. In just a few minutes, the blurry halo rapidly expanded, resolving into a colossal, circular arena.
The arena was constructed from an unknown, milky-white stone that was as smooth as a mirror. Around its periter stood a dozen massive pillars engraved with profound, ancient runes, radiating a heavy, primordial aura. The do above the arena was a flowing barrier of iridescent Nen, shifting and twisting like an inverted aurora borealis.
But the most eye-catching feature was the object floating in the exact center of the arena: a fist-sized, diamond-shaped crystal pulsing with seven-colored light.
[Ruler's Blessing].
"Whoa—!" Gon and Killua gasped simultaneously, utterly captivated by the dreamlike sight.
"So that's it... the final reward," Biscuit narrowed her eyes. Her veteran instincts scread that the crystal contained an incomprehensible density of aura.
However, they were not the only ones to arrive.
The mont the four of them stepped off the golden road and onto the white tiles of the arena, the space around the periter began to ripple violently like water!
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Dozens of high-speed projectiles tore through the air. Figures wrapped in various colors of Nen slamd onto the arena floor like teorites, kicking up ripples of pure energy.
The first to arrive was a heavily ard, perfectly synchronized rcenary unit. They all wore black combat fatigues adorned with a vicious honeycomb insignia.
Their leader was a towering, bald man with a face as hard as iron, standing over two ters tall. His exposed, bulging muscles were covered in a layer of dark, tallic keratin. The mont he landed, his cold eyes swept across the arena like searchlights, instantly locking onto the floating crystal with naked, absolute greed.
"Battera's 'Black Wasp' rcenary Group," Biscuit whispered, instantly recognizing the man. "That giant is their commander, 'Iron Rhino' Morton. He's a peak Enhancer. Rumor has it his defensive Hatsu and raw physical strength can shatter siege engines."
Imdiately after, three figures in luxurious silk robes descended from another direction.
Leading them was a middle-aged man with impeccably combed hair and gold-rimd glasses. He was flanked by a sinister-looking man wearing bizarre tal rings on all ten fingers, and a beautiful, smiling woman whose eyes held the cold, venomous malice of a viper.
"'Golden Abacus' Soros," Biscuit's voice dripped with disdain. "A notorious speculator and slave trader. The two behind him are 'Finger Demon' Aaron and 'Poison Kiss' Lilith—infamous Nen users specializing in crowd control and assassination."
The arrivals that followed were far more chaotic. There were fierce, lone-wolf Hunters with eyes like hawks; partnered duos whose Nen softly resonated with each other; and even a few inexperienced players whose eyes burned with a feverish, desperate light, clearly hoping to use the chaos of the global announcent to steal the ultimate prize.
In just a few monts, dozens of players had sprouted around the empty arena like mushrooms after a rainstorm!
An invisible, suffocating pressure washed over the area. Greed, paranoia, and murderous intent silently clashed and ground against each other in the air.
Eventually, every single gaze—whether overt or hidden—focused on the seven-colored crystal in the center, and on the four people who had arrived first: Ryker's group.
"Hmph. A pack of hyenas drawn by the sll of blood," Killua sneered, tiny arcs of lightning dancing across his fingertips.
Gon tensed his muscles, ready to strike. "Brother Ryker, there are so many of them..."
"Don't panic," Ryker's voice was perfectly calm. His eyes swept across the arena with the indifferent gaze of a king inspecting his territory. "The show is just starting. It's ti for the Ga Masters to make their entrance."
As if validating his words, the space at the far end of the arena violently distorted!
Fourteen figures materialized seamlessly from the void, lining up in a perfect row. They all wore identical white uniforms emblazoned with the "G.I." logo. Their auras were dense, heavy, and incredibly powerful.
It was the complete Greed Island Ga Master administrative team!
And standing directly in the center was the massive, muscular Razor, his signature jovial smile masking the razor-sharp intensity in his eyes. In his hand, he held a softly glowing white orb: [Ga Core: Alluka's Yearning].
"Welco, players! You have braved countless hardships to reach the final trial ground of Greed Island—the 'Crown Arena'!" Razor's booming voice echoed across the stadium, carrying an undeniable, unquestionable authority. "I am the Ga Master, Razor. In accordance with the ga's rules, and triggered by the special condition of the 'Path to the End' card... the final stage, [The Ruler's Trial], will now comnce!"
He raised the white orb high, the surface rippling with complex, flowing runes. "The rules of the trial are as follows! First: The final reward, [Ruler's Blessing], will be awarded by this Core at the end of the trial, based entirely on individual contribution and performance! Second: The format of the trial is... 'Extre Dodgeball'! Third: The Ga Master team will deploy a fifteen-man squad to act as the final bosses!"
As Razor spoke, the fourteen Ga Masters simultaneously erupted with terrifying, overwhelming Nen. Despite having vastly different aura colors and Hatsu affinities, their energies perfectly synchronized, forming a suffocating wall of pressure that pressed down on the entire arena.
Even more horrifyingly, the shadows beneath their feet began to writhe and stretch, suddenly standing up to form physical "Shadow Warriors" composed of flowing darkness!
Fifteen Ga Masters. Fifteen Shadow Warriors. Thirty entities radiating imnse Nen pressure instantly ford an impenetrable, absolute defense line!
"And fourth," Razor's eyes drifted toward Ryker, his smile remaining, but a heavy, concealed solemnity settling in his gaze. "All players present are the Challengers! You may form teams freely, or you may act alone. Your goal is singular: Score points against us! Or..." He paused, his voice dropping several degrees. "...Annul us!"
The entire arena erupted in an uproar!
The players looked at each other in absolute shock and horror. Thirty Ga Masters, each possessing the aura of a veteran Hunter, acting as the final bosses?! This level of difficulty was pure, unfiltered despair!
The weaker players instantly turned pale, their legs shaking.
"Are you kidding ?! This is impossible to win!" a lone Hunter scread in disbelief.
"Do the Ga Masters just want to slaughter all of us?!" another yelled furiously.
"Silence! You panicking cowards!" Morton, the leader of the Black Wasp rcenaries, roared like thunder. "Listen to my command! Form a defensive phalanx! Aaron, Lilith, prepare your crowd control Hatsu!"
Morton stepped forward, his massive body swelling. His dark, keratin-covered skin instantly took on the sheen of polished steel. A heavy, oppressive Enhancer aura exploded from his body, montarily pushing back the overwhelming pressure exerted by the Ga Masters.
"Golden Abacus" Soros pushed up his glasses, his eyes shining with cold calculation. "Interesting. Very interesting rules. Aaron, Lilith... we hold our ground. Let the Black Wasps and the cannon fodder test the Ga Masters' strength first."
On the Ga Master's side, List looked down at the players' expressions—fear, anger, calculation. But when his eyes landed on Ryker's terrifyingly calm, almost indifferent gaze, a drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead.
"Did Razor really have to go this far?" List whispered anxiously to Dwun. "That Ryker guy... if he decides to just blow up the arena..."
"We didn't have a choice," Dwun smiled bitterly. "Using the ga's rules and overwhelming numbers to force a chaotic variable was the only way to slightly restrict his ga-breaking power. Let's just hope... it works."
But in that tense, explosive atmosphere where a single spark could ignite a bloodbath, Ryker suddenly laughed.
It was a soft, quiet chuckle, but it bizarrely cut through all the noise, echoing clearly in everyone's ears.
"A fifteen-man squad? A decent lineup," Ryker smiled, tilting his head slightly to look at the elegant, mild-mannered man standing behind him. "Aizen. Go play with them."
"As you command, My Lord."
Sosuke Aizen nodded with a gentle smile and took a single step forward. His movents were incredibly graceful and unhurried, as if he were attending an elegant tea party rather than stepping onto a battlefield.
But the mont his foot touched the ground, the world changed.
VMMMM—!
An indescribable, soul-crushing spiritual pressure—a Reiatsu so massive it defied human comprehension—violently erupted from Aizen's body!
This wasn't just a violent explosion of raw power. It was an aura that carried a profound, absolute sense of superiority, as if a god were looking down upon an ant farm with utter indifference.
The air instantly beca thick and viscous. The ambient light in the arena warped and twisted under the invisible, crushing weight, causing the stadium's colors to dim montarily.
Every single player—whether it was the iron-skinned Morton or the calculating Soros—felt their faces violently drain of blood!
The weaker players groaned in agony, stumbling backward as if they had been struck in the chest by an invisible sledgehamr. They couldn't breathe. Their aura flow beca incredibly sluggish, nearly grinding to a halt!
Even the thirty-man defensive line of the Ga Masters rippled violently like a candle in a hurricane!
"W-What the hell is that monster?!" Morton's face twitched uncontrollably. His pride and joy, his absolute defensive Hatsu, felt as fragile as wet tissue paper in the face of this spiritual pressure. For the first ti in years, he felt the primal, instinctual terror of a prey animal staring at an apex predator.
Soros's gold-rimd glasses slid down to the bridge of his nose. He stared at Aizen, his voice dry and hoarse. "Impossible... that level of aura capacity... it completely exceeds the limits of humanity!"
For the first ti since the trial began, Razor's smile vanished entirely, replaced by an expression of extre, unprecedented gravity. The [Ga Core] in his hand began to flash frantically, emitting an urgent, high-pitched hum as the ga server desperately tried—and failed—to analyze the anomalous power.
But this was only the beginning.
Aizen, still wearing his harmless, gentle smile, slowly raised his right hand. He placed his index and middle fingers together, elegantly resting them against the bridge of his nose.
His voice echoed like a haunting, theatrical aria:
"Shatter... Kyoka Suigetsu."
Tink...
A faint, ethereal sound—like a delicate glass wind chi shattering—echoed in the absolute depths of everyone's souls.
There was no earth-shattering explosion. There were no blinding flashes of light.
But the space inside the arena suddenly rippled, like a giant, silent stone being dropped into a placid lake!
For the thirty Ga Masters and Shadow Warriors, the clear, distinct auras of their allies suddenly beca blurry, twisted, and violently intermingled!
The world they saw—the positions of their comrades, the movents of the players, even the texture of the white tiles beneath their feet—underwent an incredibly subtle, yet absolutely fatal, misalignnt!
A violent, inescapable sensation of cognitive dissonance—the horrifying realization that their senses were being manipulated—wrapped around their minds like a freezing viper!
"Crap!" Razor reacted the fastest. His pupils shrank to pinpricks, and he roared at the top of his lungs: "It's an ultra-high-tier Illusion Manipulation Hatsu! Everyone, close your eyes! Rely entirely on your En and your physical senses to—!"
But before his warning could finish, Aizen vanished.
No, he didn't vanish.
In the "cognitive reality" of everyone present, Aizen simultaneously existed in every single corner of the arena... and yet, existed nowhere at all.
Inside the Ga Master formation, a Manipulator-type Ga Master blinked. To his absolute horror, he suddenly "saw" his ally on his right—a burly Enhancer nad Morel—transform into Aizen! And the fake Aizen was smiling, swinging a katana directly at his neck!
Terrified out of his mind, the Manipulator instinctively reacted, commanding his Shadow Warrior to throw a desperate, full-power punch at "Aizen"!
"Morel! Watch out!"
anwhile, the Enhancer beside him, "Bomb Punch" Tonpa, was trapped in his own hallucination. Tonpa "saw" his Shadow Warrior get tangled in invisible threads, while a sinister, laughing "Aizen" lunged directly at his real body!
Tonpa roared in fury, his massive fists wrapping in explosive Nen as he threw a devastating haymaker at the empty air beside him!
SQUELCH!
BOOOOM!
The sickening sound of tearing flesh and a violent Nen explosion echoed simultaneously!
The Manipulator's Shadow Warrior had thrown a full-power punch... straight into the back of his ally, Tonpa's, Shadow Warrior!
And Tonpa's furious, explosive haymaker had completely missed "Aizen," grazing the Manipulator's scalp and violently blasting a Transmuter Ga Master behind them into the air!
In a single, fleeting exchange—before the real Aizen had even lifted a finger—the impregnable, perfectly synchronized defense line of the Ga Masters completely collapsed under the weight of their own visually-induced friendly fire!
A Shadow Warrior was crippled by an ally. Tonpa was caught in his own explosive shockwave. The Manipulator was paralyzed by shock. The Transmuter was sent flying.
Chaos spread through the thirty-man Ga Master squad like a horrific plague.
Every single one of them was trapped in the inescapable, completely contradictory hallucination cage woven by Kyoka Suigetsu. Their years of flawless teamwork had been completely erased, transforming into a deadly, restrictive shackle as they violently attacked each other.
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