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The situation was bad: wounded before two of the strongest characters of Bleach; of course, both were not unharmed,d, but unlike me, their wounds were less serious.

Allen could hear the screams of Harley, Bocchi, and Nokotan, who wanted to get out of his inventory, but he didn't let them. He knows these girls well, and most likely, they would jump to receive the attacks for him.

"Stay out of it, young man; I'll finish him off!"

"Shut up, old man. I told you I'll kill him!"

'I am angry...'

But what irritated Allen the most was that while his friends and lovers were worrying about him, this couple was arguing about who would kill him. Isn't that arrogant, does Allen deserve so much contempt...? It's not the first chapter. He's not the same kid he was in the beginning, and he deserves some respect.

He gripped his zanpakuto and stared at both men. "That's enough...that's enough of being so considerate...I did my best to restrain myself even in this situation, but that's enough..."

Allen's eyes turned red, and his hair blackened... His reiatsu turned calm again... and the sky began to darken...

"Ban...kai?" Yamamoto muttered.

When Zaraki said that Allen was death in person, he wasn't entirely wrong...

"If you want to kill me, ask yourself this... are you willing to pay the price?"

Up in the sky, inside the Spirit King's Palace, the crystal containing the god of this world cracked, not because it was going to break free, but because something had damaged it.

...

There was silence as the hair covered Allen's face.

To say that both of them were not impressed would be a lie, for to darken the sky, the reach of Allen's Bankai must be enormous, but is it even a Bankai?

It is only natural that Yamamoto thought it was a Bankai after being trapped in an alternate dimension, however, this was not Allen's Bankai.

Allen had been avoiding using this power ever since he obtained it. After all, it belonged to his greatest enemy, but it was also a reminder... of what he was capable of becoming...

"...!"

Zaraki observed the silence enveloping Allen and how Yamamoto imagined it must be his Bankai.

He gripped his zanpakuto but was distracted by the sound of clinking metal. When he looked at the source, he couldn't understand it; his hand, holding his sword, was trembling.

"What is this...?"

Yamamoto was also on guard, holding his zanpakuto with both hands in a classic Kendo stance. He was waiting for Allen to make his move—attacking recklessly an enemy whose power is unknown is a bad idea.

While thinking this, a liquid drop fell into his hand. When he looked, his eyes widened in surprise. He realized he was sweating.

Both men fixed their gaze on Allen, who hadn't moved an inch. He hadn't shown the slightest hostility; he didn't even have a reiatsu strong enough to overwhelm them. But strangely, both men, who could confidently say they were not afraid of anyone or anything in this world, couldn't understand the feeling they had.

Up in the sky, Urahara watched this without fully understanding what was happening. He could have a theory, but it didn't align with the actions Allen would normally take.

*Allen's POV*

I'm pissed off...

It doesn't bother me that there are people stronger than or equal to me. It doesn't bother me that I'm not the strongest in some world I visit, but what pisses me off is this constant, senseless harassment.

Yhwach, the guy left me with his followers and his place without my consent, without my will, just because he wanted to.

Aizen Sosuke... even if you don't plan on participating, what does that crap about it all being my fault mean?

Is it my fault for the decisions both of you made? Is it my fault that you decided to reset your world a thousand times?

Urahara Kisuke, you're the biggest hypocrite of them all. From beginning to end, your actions were yours alone. Even if you had all the information of your world in front of you... you could have ignored it., but you could have avoided it.

Who was it that searched through my old videos for information about his own world? Who decided to use that information? Who turned his world into an endless hell?

Are you going to blame me for all the bad things that happened to you? Is that your stupid justification for trying to kill me?

You used the Visored, you used Seireitei, and you used everyone to create a wonderful play that I should applaud. Sure, I did, but sarcasm was in my words...

I don't know what you think of me, but you know, I also have a limit. I admit that I felt sorry for you when I learned your story, but that envy, that resentment you have towards me, towards what I am... I don't give a damn!

It's enough...

You forced me...

You've forced me to let it out...

But don't get confused... he is not someone else... it's always been me...

*End of POV*

...

Silence...

More silence... and a faint smile on Allen's face.

Their souls felt it, their instincts exploded, attack it, don't let it do anything! If you want to live you must attack it before it moves!!

Zaraki and Yamamoto didn't hesitate and charged at Allen, even Zaraki no longer minded sharing an opponent with someone else.

The most basic sense of self-preservation drove both men to the limit of their power, even when they were tired, both returned to the peak of their power in response to whatever was awakened in front of them.

Allen leaned back in a motion that appeared slow and was enough to dodge Zaraki's cut aimed at his neck.

Zaraki opened his eyes upon seeing this and met Allen's gaze.

"Who are you?"

The answer never came, only a blow to Zaraki's chest that broke several ribs.

"Urgh!!"

Allen grabbed Zaraki and used him as a shield to block Yamamoto. He couldn't just cut Zaraki, so he stopped his attack. Big mistake.

Allen snapped his fingers, still smiling. It wasn't his usual kind smile, nor the calm one from The Boys, but one full of mockery, disdain, sarcasm, and above all, amusement, as if he couldn't believe that two insects wanted to kill him.

Zaraki recovered, but only to see Allen's foot about to kick him in the face. 'What's wrong with this guy?' Zaraki thought before being kicked. The kick shattered Zaraki's jaw and some of his teeth, as well as caused a destructive ripple behind him.

Yamamoto, who was behind him, slid under with his sword sheathed.

"In that position, you can't dodge... is what you are thinking, isn't it?" Allen mocked.

"Hitotsume: Nadegiri! (Number One: Cleaving Slash)"

Yamamoto unsheathed his zanpakuto at full speed, with Allen still having his leg raised, it was impossible to dodge. However, Yamamoto didn't feel any resistance from his zanpakuto, so he didn't cut anything. Not understanding for a moment, he stopped moving and received a kick to the middle of his face.

The sole of Allen's boot was on the right half of his face, but beyond the humiliation, his right eye was damaged by that attack. However, Yamamoto wanted to understand how Allen was able to dodge it. Looking up, he saw something absurd; Allen was holding onto the air as support to move.

Allen could not help but smile, "If you can solidify the ground to walk on, why not do the same to hold yourself in the middle of a fight or reposition?"

The shinigami did not fly, but they could create paths of spiritual particles in the air. However, using them in this way is something Yamamoto never expected.

"..." Yamamoto remained silent. Perhaps someone like him couldn't understand that in this world, there could be someone capable of playing while fighting against themselves.

"AAAAHHHHHHHH!"

Zaraki, in Bankai mode, pounced on Allen with a massive increase of reiatsu.

Allen landed on the ground and looked at Zaraki charging at him without changing his expression.

Allen tilted his head while smiling provocatively. Zaraki cut at Allen, or so he thought, but Allen just took a slow step aside, dodging the attack. Zaraki kept slashing, but Allen didn't seem to have any trouble dodging it. At one point, he patted Zaraki's head as if he were a dog that had done a good job.

This angered Zaraki, who attacked again with more fury, but this time he couldn't land a single hit. Allen struck the back of Zaraki's right knee, making him kneel, then hit his wrist, elbow joint, and shoulder.

Zaraki's arm fell to the ground, unable to move...

Allen grabbed him by the neck and slammed him into the ground. Zaraki tried to use his other arm to counterattack, but before his hand could reach Allen's neck, it was stopped by Allen's other arm.

At that moment, Zaraki realized one thing—this monster in front of him was stronger than he was. It didn't make sense to use techniques to fight or even dodge; from the beginning, he could have just ended him.

Zaraki desired a strong enemy, one he couldn't defeat, but...

'When the difference in power is so great, it's boring...'

This was possibly Unohana's feeling when meeting Zaraki for the first time or Boros' feeling with Saitama; they wished for a worthy opponent, but when they met him, they realized he did not have the level to face him.

Allen paused and wiped the mockery off his face. "Zaraki Kempachi..."

'Kempachi?'

"Few people have had, and will have, the luxury of saying that they pushed me to this limit..."

A twisted smile formed on Zaraki's face, 'In that case, it's not so bad, hahaha!' Zaraki thought before Allen clenched his fist and struck him so hard that it made the Soul Society tremble—not just the Seireitei, where the Gotei 13 resides, but the entire Soul Society.

Something broke, and the life of a great warrior was ended...

...

(I didn't think Allen would kill Kempachi but it was his wish to die in a fight. 🗿🍷)

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"Bankai: Zanka no Tachi! (Long Sword of the Remnant Flame)"

The air-dried up as the temperature began to rise.

Allen stood up from the crater he had created and looked at Yamamoto with boredom. His zanpakuto, once a classic katana, now resembled a burned blade stained with black.

"My Bankai is the manifestation of the sun itself, with a defense at fifteen million degrees Celsius... and with a blade that destroys everything it touches."

Yamamoto charged at Allen with his blade. The blade did not release fire or heat; it simply disintegrated everything it touched on a molecular level. Of course, this was because the zanpakuto was as hot as the sun's core at fifty million degrees Celsius.

(A/N: 50,000,000)

Yamamoto was serious. The most powerful Shinigami in the Seireitei was going all out against Allen, an accumulation of massive strength and experience, ready to finish off the monster before him. It didn't matter whether Allen was human or not, or who he truly was.

No... you're wrong, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni... it matters a lot who you're facing...

The burned blade cut through the air, heading straight for the heart of its enemy. However, no matter where it struck, the result would be the same.

Yamamoto's eyes shone when he saw that his opponent had no intention of running away.

'You are very young...'

To Yamamoto, an act like this was only a sign of immaturity. However, the truth was revealed when the sword reached Allen.

Urahara's eyes widened, unable to understand. Yamamoto wasn't any better than Urahara in his disbelief. Even the Chat, accustomed to the incredible feats Allen had performed, couldn't help but hold its breath.

He had stopped the attack, not with his zanpakuto, not with a technique, but with his hand.

"I-IMPOSSIBLE!"

The surprise was so great that Yamamoto stammered something he would never have done under other circumstances.

"I would say it's a bit lukewarm..." Allen said while with his other hand, he pulled out the Crucible that he had taken from Doom Slayer, "This is really hot"

Yamamoto, still unable to react, felt the mobility of his right arm fading as it was cut from his shoulder. At the same time, his zanpakuto, impacted by the Crucible, was sliced through effortlessly.

Yamamoto couldn't understand what had just happened. Even with all his long life of experience, he couldn't process what had occurred. ' Ryuujin Jakka?...Why?!'

"Don't worry, it's just the power of ten decillion degrees Celsius"

(A/N: 10,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000.)

"...?!"

"It's true..." Allen said mockingly, "So I guess you're not on the verge of death?"

Yamamoto knelt. Being cut by something like that should have killed him, but Allen hadn't used the Crucible at its full power, or this world would be at risk. He simply heated it enough to humiliate the most powerful fire zanpakuto.

"I like that look... disbelief, astonishment, confusion, denial, anger, fear... I'm sure it's been many years since you've felt so many emotions out of control..."

Without the slightest consideration, Allen kicked Yamamoto in the face. Allen's kick buried Yamamoto deep in the ground. At the same time, the force of Allen's attack lifted the earth's crust ten miles, causing great devastation. This created a large rock lift. Yamamoto wasn't dead, maybe... Allen did not pursue Yamamoto, after all, unlike Zaraki, the old man didn't put Allen's life in danger.

"..." Allen diverted his gaze to the distance.

Urahara's eyes widened, as he wasn't supposed to be able to find him. In the blink of an eye, Allen was already behind Urahara.

Urahara quickly regained his calm and spoke. "Won't this bring consequences for you?"

It was a reality that Allen avoided using his true power in any world outside of Marvel or DC to prevent any consequences.

"Who knows... but you don't have to worry about me..."

Allen had been pushed too far. The fact that he didn't use his power didn't mean he didn't have it. If someone truly tried to kill him, there would come a point where any consequences would seem insignificant in the face of the danger of death.

"Do you have any last words?"

Unlike Zaraki or Yamamoto, Allen's treatment of Urahara was one of indifference, even disdain. But that was something Urahara had earned over time.

"None..."

Urahara's gaze was calm. It had been many lifetimes since his tears had dried since affection, hatred, jealousy, melancholy, and sadness had ended... all that remained was a man with a purpose—one that, despite everything, he could never fulfill. Not because he ran out of ideas. At this point, Urahara still had trump cards in his hands, but all of that had been designed under the premise that Allen Walker would not use all his power.

At this point, Allen was no longer someone Urahara or anyone in this world could treat.

"I'm sorry..."

Allen narrowed his eyes, "Who are you apologizing to?"

"..."

Despite being more like Void than Allen at this moment... he didn't smile...

After that moment, the stream ended, making it clear that the people should not see what would happen because, unlike other deaths, this was the first time Allen was forced to end one of his beloved viewers.

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A/N: Well, this arc is almost over time to look ahead. First, we'll go back to Marvel; I have something in mind for a short arc before the next destination.