Chapter 117: The Secret Room
This was a completely unfamiliar and brutal world, teeming with people who killed without batting an eye.
The weak could not survive; the more ruthless and cold-hearted someone was, the longer they lived.
When he killed Steward Edric, he had begun to adapt to fear. Later, he killed Guts.
The moment his opponent's head flew off and blood sprayed, dyeing his sword and vision red, he wanted to avert his gaze from the gruesome scene. But he suppressed the urge, forcing himself to stare.
No one knows when their time will come. Seeing how others die, witnessing their final moments, might prepare him for his own death someday, making it less terrifying.
Now, as he faced this long-dead skeleton with sunken eye sockets and the overwhelming stench emanating from its decayed body, Aizen felt his stomach churn.