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(Days Before the Invasion)

There was one last thing Aizen had yet to answer: the root of why he was so terrifyingly powerful.

Aizen turned around, already wearing his usual attire and sporting a calm expression as if his role had been fulfilled. "When I stopped desiring the world and merely wanted to observe it, I don't know why, but the Hōgyoku interpreted that as me wishing for power. Perhaps it thought it would be necessary. So, after that point in the timeline, every time the world reset, I retained the power I had gained in that timeline... and it simply kept accumulating."

Allen narrowed his eyes. It wasn't as though he believed everything Aizen said, but it would be criminal to fabricate something like that. On the other hand, it was Aizen.

"You still haven't told me how many times the world has been reset. If, on average, you were a hundred times stronger than a captain, and without the Hōgyoku, you were already twice as strong as a captain in the original canon... does that mean the world has been reset fifty times?"

Aizen remained silent, not answering, as if caught off guard and unwilling to respond to the question.

"Do you really want me to answer that question?" His reply carried a heavy air.

Allen shrugged and let out a deep breath. That was his answer—he didn't want to know. But it became obvious to everyone that the world hadn't been reset only fifty times and that Aizen had been playing during the earlier fight.

But did it matter?

A hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, or a hundred thousand times? It didn't matter now whether the previous story was true, but If it turned out to be a lie, Allen would come back for Aizen. After all, it was his responsibility.

That said, Allen didn't have enough power in his restricted state to defeat Aizen or stop Urahara. He could release his self-imposed restraints, but that might be a one-time trick. So, Allen would only use that option if he found himself cornered.

He needed to become stronger using his native powers...

...

MJ – You know what you need to do... obtain your Bankai.

Ruby – It's undoubtedly the best option, a fast and secure power boost for any Shinigami.

Rogue – Hmm, Urahara Kisuke indeed has a different goal than Aizen, so he shouldn't be as powerful. However, he's still undoubtedly a monster compared to his original version...

...

Allen woke up in his bed at the Kurosaki household. It would have been uncomfortable to use his house with so many guests, so he had closed off the private rooms of the girls and his own, and he came to sleep here.

Allen allowed Byakuya and Hitsugaya to use half of his house, which included the guest rooms, bathrooms, dining room, and kitchen; both are out of action, so even if they wanted to interfere with his invasion of the Seireitei, they could not, and having them in his house would be two fewer captains to deal with.

As for the dolls, they all slept in the form of dolls in his bed. This was quite funny for Allen, but he also smiled with an apology for worrying these girls; maybe they were affected by the fight against Aizen.

"I'm sorry..."

Allen heard the sounds of Yuzu and Karin arguing over who would prepare breakfast.

Allen woke up his dolls, went to the bathroom, and, with the help of 2B and Makima, got ready, dressed, and went to the kitchen.

He also came across his aunt, Kurosaki Masaki. An important detail was that Allen didn't know if Kurosaki was Masaki's real surname or an invented one. Her husband's surname had been Shiba, and since she was Ishida Ryūken's cousin, Allen assumed she was also an Ishida, and Kurosaki was a fabricated surname.

Masaki saw Allen and hugged him, saying she had missed him very much. Allen didn't reject his aunt's affection, but this made Karin upset, while Yuzu gave him a dark look.

Albedo laughed and commented that the little girl was adorable.

Allen left the house early and headed to the police station to get Chad (Sado Yasutora) out of jail. The young vigilante with a super-soldier body had attempted to sneak into the restricted area the girls had set up and had been arrested by the police on suspicion.

Allen didn't have time for bureaucracy. With an expressionless look, he ordered Rebecca to hack the database and erase any trace of Chad's record. Then Allen pulled out his Neuralyzer and erased the memories of the officers involved.

In his cell, Chad sat calmly while two yakuza clung to each other, terrified.

"Chad, what did you do to them?"

"Nothing. They tried to stab me, and their knives broke..."

"..."

Allen asked no further questions.

...

At school, a head of orange hair turned toward Allen—it was Orihime. He caught her as she clung to him.

"Hehe~"

Allen furrowed his brow slightly. The latest version of the girls' pendants had a danger-detection feature. Even if they weren't attacked, the pendants could sense nearby dangerous entities and alert them.

Allen pinched Orihime's cheek because he had explained to her a thousand times how the pendant worked, and she had forgotten.

"Sorry~" Orihime cried but then smiled cheerfully. "Ah, that's why the pendant started glowing. It turned red, and a female voice asked me for permission to initiate a defense protocol~"

Allen trembled. "Hime, it didn't occur to you that was strange?"

"Huh? No, I just thought it was a French pendant..."

Allen decided not to investigate further.

...

(Back to the Present)

The Seireitei were in chaos. Report after report came in from the Research and Development Division, headed by Captain Kurotsuchi Mayuri:

– Intruders in the Rukongai managed to face off against two captains, including Captain Unohana Yachiru, before escaping to the human world, where they could not be found.

– A tragic love story between a Shinigami and a human. It would be simple to address this problem if the female protagonist were not the "princess" of the Kuchiki.

– The disappearance of Lieutenant Abarai Renji.

– The defeat of two captains and their subsequent disappearance.

One piece of news after another... In a place like the afterlife, where events moving years apart were considered continuous disasters, so many occurrences in a matter of months were alarming.

Inside a highly secure building, a tribunal of 40 sages and 6 judges debated the matter. For most people, these events would never be known because, according to policy, people only learned what benefited the government.

"We must send a squad made up of half the captains to eradicate the threats!"

"I agree! This must be met with absolute force!"

"No, we cannot remove the captains from the Seireitei. If that's what the enemy wants, we'll be in danger!"

"And what will we do—ignore them?! If they're strong enough to take down captains, they'll eradicate weaker Shinigami like flies!"

As the sages debated, the six judges remained silent until one spoke.

"We will stop sending Shinigami to the human world..."

Another judge interrupted.

"If we do that, the Hollows will have their way, devouring souls without restraint..."

The first judge, with a darkened expression, replied.

"It is an acceptable sacrifice..."

Everyone in Central 46 fell silent. It wasn't the first time they had made such a decision.

Sacrificing innocent souls?

Acceptable.

Abandoning districts in chaos?

Common practice.

However, compromising the Seireitei? Unthinkable. After all, without the Seireitei, the world would collapse—not just the Soul Society but all three realms.

"Fine, summon Shigekuni and—"

The judge's voice was cut short as the blade of a sword took his head. The look of disbelief and wide eyes made it clear that what had just happened was impossible. The severed head fell to the ground, staining with blood the most important place of influence in the society of souls.

"No matter how much time passes, you're always the same..."

A collective gasp and rising panic flooded the room as the sound of footsteps echoed, accompanied by the cold yet playful voice of a man approaching.

"You're..."

Before another judge could finish speaking, Ichimaru Gin ran him through with his sword in an instant.

"Sorry, but don't interrupt Captain Urahara~"

With a cynical smile, Ichimaru mocked the elder before withdrawing his sword, splattering blood everywhere.

"Urahara Kisuke..."

The trembling voice of one of the sages voiced what everyone was thinking: Captain Urahara Kisuke of the 5th Division, alongside Captain Tōsen Kaname of the 9th Division and Captain Ichimaru Gin of the 3rd Division, was staging a coup.

Neither the sages nor the judges spoke or attempted to negotiate. They knew it was useless. For centuries, the relationship between Central 46 and the Gotei 13 Shinigami had been poor, but it had always been this way among different spheres of power.

Central 46 held the title of ultimate authority, as the Spirit King's palace rarely had contact with the Seireitei. Only on rare occasions, such as when a captain was promoted and accepted into the Royal Guard. But considering there were only five members of the Royal Guard, such events were almost legendary.

Thus, the Gotei 13 followed the orders of Central 46, which decided what was permissible and what was not, and, above all, judged any mistakes.

Of course, the Gotei 13 had its own autonomy, allowing it to act without waiting for Central 46's permission.

This often caused friction, with Shinigami acting without informing Central 46 and unreasonable orders being imposed on the captains and their divisions.

This led the members of Central 46 to understand that something like this could happen someday—a Shinigami attacking them. So, rather than debate, they waited for Yamamoto to clean up these three captains.

"The loss of three more captains..."

Some were more relaxed, knowing that Yamamoto would only take seconds to arrive if this place were attacked.

"The Central 46: a necessary entity, but one easily corrupted. Most of its members are high-born nobles who wouldn't even look down if they stepped on someone..."

"Insolent!"

"Vulgar!"

"Urahara Kisuke!"

But...the words of the blond man with disheveled hair and a cold stare made them shudder.

"Shut up..."

"Urahara Kisuke, what do you want?"

Urahara looked at everyone present. There was no heart within his soul. This betrayal was not caused by some inner malice, nor by a specific emotion like jealousy. It was only his cold, methodical, and sometimes twisted logic that now dictated his actions.

In the past, it was his heart that had derailed him. Urahara was aware of his own limitations, but he could not evade temptation.

After being friends with Kurosaki Ichigo for so many years, wouldn't he be tempted to save his mother?

After witnessing the fates of Kaname and Gin, where death was their only reward, wouldn't he be tempted to help them?

As Aizen had once said, his heart was cold, allowing him to ignore everything time and again without being affected by the deaths of those he once knew. But Urahara had honor and a heart, and that made him vulnerable to love, friendship, kindness, and loyalty.

Urahara Kisuke could not endure an eternity of tragedies.

"What makes you think I need anything from you?"

One of the judges narrowed his eyes. Had he misjudged Urahara?

Captains are approved and evaluated by the Central 46. It's true that the opinions of the captains, especially Yamamoto's, are considered. But in general, captains undergo a thorough scrutiny of their personalities and values.

People with loose morals, like Mayuri, or those who love bloodshed like Unohana Yachiru, are permitted, but a traitor or someone harboring ill intentions toward the Seireitei would never be allowed to become a captain.

"Urahara Kisuke, I don't know what happened to bring you to this state, but your actions, everyone's actions, are unforgivable. Even so, I'm curious: what do you want? Or else, you would've killed us already..."

Urahara stared at the old man before him. "Powerful people love to feel in control, so even when threatened or in danger, they find ways to maintain control."

"Urahara—"

"Judge... I apologize if my actions haven't been clear enough."

The judge didn't even bother to be angry about being interrupted, though he silently cursed Yamamoto for not arriving yet.

Kaname cleaned his sword with a cloth after it had been stained by the blood of the sages who dared to insult his master. "I know what you're thinking, but unfortunately, Captain Yamamoto won't come. No one will. No one can sense anything wrong in this place."

The blood of everyone present froze. No one wanted to admit it, but too much time had already passed without Yamamoto arriving.

Urahara disappeared and grabbed the judge who had just spoken.

"I apologize for not being clear. This time, I'll be direct."

"Stop—!"

The man's head swelled like a balloon and then exploded. With an expression as cold as ice, Urahara looked at them all. At that moment, the highest sphere of the Seireitei understood that they were all dead.

Kaname and Gin vanished and began killing everyone without mercy, ignoring their screams, showing no pity, and carrying out their actions without hesitation.

Members of Central 46 were killed; this time, it was even more brutal than many times before.

No one heard about this but that's normal when it comes to Urahara Kisuke. For him, isolating a zone so perfectly that no one realized what happened was simple.

...

At the Seireitei entrance, chaos had erupted—Hulk was in the Seireitei. The system had always been able to bring people to other worlds, but it had maintained certain limits. This had been due to the system's limited capacity at the time.

With constant upgrades, the system could now summon more characters temporarily into other worlds, with fewer restrictions.

Of course, like Allen, they were still somewhat restricted. After all, dolls only benefited from having no restrictions because they were considered objects, not individual entities.

Hulk slammed into the ground and roared, his mind simple compared to Dr. Banner's. For Hulk, these dark-robed guys with swords hadn't left Allen alone since he arrived in this world.

"DARK CLOAK GUYS THREATEN HULK'S FRIEND! HULK SMASH!!"

With a Thunderclap, Hulk's overwhelming strength demolished several buildings, trapping some lower-level Shinigami in the debris.

Allen observed the emerald giant, who had grown slightly larger as he destroyed buildings.

"It's fine. This Hulk isn't the same as before, he can control himself..."

Thor approached Allen from behind, holding a mug of Asgardian beer. "Friend, let's not forget that that Hulk nearly destroyed Midgard."

Thor was right. There were different versions of Hulk, and while all were theoretically capable of similar potential, only a few had ever reached the "Worldbreaker" level.

Allen thought for a moment and decided to assign someone to watch over Hulk.

"Boy... I'll take a walk as well..."

Allen turned to see a bald man with an ash-gray beard and red tattoos.

"Old man, can I trust you?"

"Hm... of course."

"We're here to save someone..."

"I understand!"

Allen blinked. "Don't dismember anyone... No crushing bones until they're pink mush or decapitating someone with their own weapon..."

"I KNOW!" Kratos grunted for a moment before taking a deep breath, calming himself, the air around him was like a beast for a moment. The man grabbed the axe from his back and handed it to Allen.

"Boy... I don't do those things anymore. That's in the past... unless they make me angry. Take this if you don't trust my self-control."

Allen felt he might not have thought through his plan carefully when choosing his team members, but it was too late now.

"Don't worry. I trust you," Allen said, refusing the axe and letting Kratos go. However, Kratos was already in a bad mood.

A young man with black hair, green eyes, and bronze skin stood with his hands on his head, watching Kratos leave.

"Percy, I'm asking you..."

Percy smirked mockingly. "Yeah, sure. Excellent idea, letting me go with the guy who massacred Olympus. It's not like I'm the son of Poseidon, right?"

Allen shrugged. "Stop being sarcastic and dramatic. The man's redeemed himself."

"He must've had an excellent psychologist. Can't imagine the look on his face when Kratos admitted dragging Hades through the Underworld, impaling Zeus, and drowning Poseidon with his own trident. Who does that?"

Allen frowned. "Just go."

"Fine. But if my uncle rips out my throat and uses my skull as a wine cup, you're going to feel really bad!"

Percy followed Kratos.

"Wait up, Uncle!"

"For the last time, I'm not your uncle!"

Allen chuckled, seeing them get along. However, his eyes gave Thor a chill.

"Well, I'll be off then..."

Thor tried to sneak away, but Allen grabbed his shoulder and pointed to someone.

"Why me?!"

"Just go, man... Seeing the God of Thunder throw a tantrum is pathetic."

Thor felt apprehensive about going with the hooded man but agreed so as not to anger Allen.

"Kuh..."

Ignoring the pair, Allen prepared to send the next teams. Their task was simple: distract the captains so Allen could rescue Rukia.

"Now... huh?!"

Someone stepped forward without being called. He looked as excited as a child in an amusement park. However, the burly man in futuristic soldier armor and a helmet hiding his face gave Allen a bad feeling. That feeling was confirmed quickly when Allen noticed the sword on his back, emanating an aura of terrifying danger.

"Hey! Stop right there!"

The man turned and looked at Allen.

*Confused stare.*

"None of that! We discussed this. Hand over the Crucible Sword."

The man seemed dejected but obeyed, handing the deadly weapon to Allen.

Allen held it and immediately understood how dangerous it was. Then, he struck Doom Slayer on the head.

"Are you an idiot? What did you think you were going to do with this? We're a rescue squad, not here to destroy the world!"

*Regretful*

Allen turned to everyone present. "Okay, I want everyone to stay still and raise your hand if you brought any weapon, object, entity, invention, or crap capable of universal destruction!"

Usually calm and composed in all situations, Allen couldn't help but lose his temper. These guys could have destroyed the world without him noticing.

Someone raised their hand first. "I have a Kirby. Does that count?"

"A Kirby?..." Allen looked incredulously at the small pink creature in the hands of the guy dressed in red and black. "Wade, where the hell did you get a Kirby?"

"Duh, from Nint—oops, almost forgot I'm not supposed to summon the devil," Wade said with a sly wink.

"Burp I've got, like, twenty of these things in my pocket..."

Allen grabbed his forehead. "I told you I was here to rescue Rukia, and you all offered to help me. What the hell is this about bringing Kirby, the Crucible Sword, and—well, maybe it wasn't a great idea to bring Rick..."

"Stop whining. We'll save your little girlfriend. We won't destroy the world. We're not dumb kids. Hiccup"

Allen's eyes widened. "Are you drunk?"

"No, of course not. Haven't you ever seen someone with hiccups? Damn it, it's just a common human condition."

"Rick... I'm standing right behind you..."

Allen pulled out a special storage bag from the system and glared at everyone irritably. "Listen, bastards, no messing with me. You know this isn't a joke. If you kill innocent people, I'll personally drag you through all nine levels of hell."

There were groans and grumbles, but Allen's bag began to fill up.

Allen's face was indescribable, and his eyebrows quivered, even though he didn't have that many dangerous items in his inventory.

'What did you come here to do?'

Once it was closed, he sent everyone off in different directions, except for Chad, Orihime, and two mysterious girls who stayed with him.

Allen smiled. "Let's go. Us too."

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A/N: Allen being good people by inviting characters from different places and them wanting to destroy the world. 🗿🍷