Simultaneous Transmigration: From Japanese Anime to American Comics

The Gillian suddenly retreated a step, showing signs of returning to Hueco Mundo.

It had no intelligence, only the instincts of a Hollow.

Its instincts were telling it to fear!

However.

The massive size of the Gillian made its movements slow.

Before it could fully retreat, Chu Yang had already closed the distance.

The Gillian could only unleash its full-powered Cero.

The Cero reached its peak intensity, and the sky was filled with red light pressing down on Chu Yang!

Chu Yang gripped his sword with both hands and unleashed an upward slash!

The brilliant silver light, like a soaring dragon, tore through the red light of the Cero with overwhelming force!

The silver beam wrapped around the Gillian's body like a spiraling galaxy.

"Roar!!!"

"Scream!!!"

From within the Gillian came hundreds of different cries of agony, some human, some beastly, from men and women, young and old.

The diverse voices intertwined.

Countless souls wailed beside your ear, sending chills down your spine.

"What's happening?"

Even Kisuke Urahara was stunned by the scene before him.

A Hollow was either slain or purified in an instant—never had a scene of such prolonged agony occurred.

Unless... in Hell.

"What kind of suffering could make a Hollow scream like that?"

Rukia trembled all over, her eyes filled with fear.

If they were this terrified, one could only imagine how horrified Ichigo and Ishida Uryū were.

After spending most of the school term together, Ichigo now found Chu Yang's back unfamiliar and distant.

The Gillian was disintegrating.

Countless Hollows emerged from its body.

Each Hollow was wrapped in beams of light, and when viewed from afar, it looked like a sky full of stars.

The Gillian failed to escape back to Hueco Mundo.

Its massive body disintegrated like bubbles blown apart by the wind, gradually fading away.

"His attack seems to cause great suffering to spiritual beings."

With the wails still echoing in his ears, Kisuke Urahara's expression grew more solemn. Chu Yang's actions repeatedly challenged his understanding.

"What kind of impact will this guy have on the Soul Society in the future?"

Despite his concerns, Kisuke Urahara couldn't help but feel intense curiosity about Chu Yang.

He decided to have a proper conversation with this human.

In the dead of night.

Kisuke Urahara approached Chu Yang on his own.

This time, he knocked before entering.

Before Chu Yang could inquire about his intentions, Kisuke Urahara spoke first.

"Boy, interested in making a deal with me?"

...…

"Even after traveling to another world, I couldn't escape the fate of being a corporate drone..."

Wearing a black suit and holding a cup of coffee, Chu Yang stood on the rooftop of his company, complaining with a gloomy expression: "Ha, I forgot that here, they call us 'corporate slaves.'"

The weather today was nice; the sunlight was warm, but Chu Yang's heart was cold because his salary from the past two months still hadn't been paid.

"As expected, you're here again." A deep, weathered voice sounded from behind Chu Yang, with a tone so indifferent that it seemed detached from everything.

Chu Yang turned around and saw a blond man wearing glasses approaching.

He waved lazily and replied without much enthusiasm, "Oh, it's Senior Nanami, you startled me."

Senior Nanami walked up beside Chu Yang and gazed out at the bright weather, then remarked, "The weather is so good it makes you sick…"

"Hahaha." Chu Yang couldn't help but laugh.

In the whole company, only this man was somewhat interesting.

Senior Nanami asked, "Since you hate this life so much, why not just leave?"

Chu Yang stretched lazily, mocking himself, "Senior, all other companies are about the same. It's just jumping from one muddy pit to another."

Senior Nanami nodded, "Well said, they're all piles of crap."

Chu Yang scratched his head, "Senior, you really like to use 'crap' to describe everything."

Senior Nanami replied indifferently, "Working is crap, labor is crap."

Curious, Chu Yang asked, "Senior, you seem to hate work even more than I do, so why stick to this job?"

Senior Nanami answered sincerely, "The finance industry is profitable. I want to make some money before forty and then retire to a low-cost country to enjoy life."

Chu Yang shrugged, "That dream really suits you."

Senior Nanami glanced at Chu Yang before preparing to leave. As he headed downstairs, he said, "If you're not planning to jump out of the window or change jobs, you'd better get back to your post."

With that, he walked away without looking back.

"Cold-hearted yet warm inside. He probably came up here just to check on me, worried I might jump, right?"

"Don't worry. I'm not that fragile—this is just the beginning!"

Chu Yang grinned, stretched lazily, and tossed the paper cup in his hand.

After work.

Once everyone had left, Senior Nanami suddenly appeared by Chu Yang's desk.

Chu Yang was very surprised.

Normally, Senior Nanami would be the first to leave after work. After all, his motto was to never work overtime.

"Yang, I'm planning to resign."

"Don't joke, Senior."

"I'm serious. Before I leave, I wanted to tell you, if it ever becomes unbearable, just leave. Even though the world outside is also crap, at least you can find crap that you find more tolerable."

"Senior, why so sudden…"

"Yesterday, like usual, I went to the bakery to buy bread. The clerk there had a sore shoulder, so I helped her out."

"And?"

"She thanked me."

Chu Yang stared at Senior Nanami for a long time before carefully asking, "Senior Nanami Kento, are you planning to switch careers to a massage therapist?"

Nanami Kento: "..."

"Hmph!" Nanami Kento snorted coldly, turning to leave.

He now realized his concern for Chu Yang was unnecessary; this guy was much tougher than he appeared.

"Resign…"

Chu Yang sat for a while, pondering the word, and felt a growing sense of unease.

In the end, he grabbed his briefcase and hurried downstairs.

"Senior Nanami, which massage parlor are you going to? I'd like to check it out too!"

Already at the company's entrance, Nanami Kento twitched with irritation at the sound of Chu Yang's voice.

He raised his head, about to curse, but then noticed Chu Yang's presence had abruptly disappeared.

Nanami Kento's expression changed, a glint of killing intent flashing in his eyes.

He loosened his tie with one hand, and with the other, he reached for his waist.

"Although I haven't fully returned to being a sorcerer, it's after working hours. And I hate working overtime the most!"

Nanami Kento pulled out a weapon wrapped in cursed energy from his waist, striding back into the building with determination.

On the other side, Chu Yang was still descending the stairs.

His calves were starting to ache, but he hadn't reached the bottom yet.

The staircase now seemed endless.

Sensing something was off, Chu Yang gradually stopped and peeked downward.

Below was a spiraling staircase winding round and round.

"Our company only has five floors…"

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Chu Yang turned to head back upstairs, muttering to himself, "It's still early, maybe I should stay and work some overtime to refine my character."

One floor...

Two floors...

Three floors...

Chu Yang silently counted in his heart. Soon, he had passed five floors, yet he still hadn't reached his familiar workstation, still wandering in the stairwell.

"Damn!"

"This is messed up!"

Chu Yang was on the verge of tears, his whole body trembling. At the same time, the temperature seemed to drop, and ripples appeared on the walls of the stairwell. A massive shadow formed on the wall.

Then, a pair of hands stretched out from the rippling wall, landing directly on Chu Yang's shoulder.

Chu Yang's body shuddered. He took a deep breath.

Instead of making the typical movie mistake of turning around, he lowered his head and sprinted downward.

The reason was simple: running down was easier than climbing up, and his physical endurance would last longer.