Chapter 575

After his release, Szayelaporro possessed a special ability called Gabriel.

By using the tentacles formed after Resurrección to invade his opponent's body, he could implant an egg inside them, absorb their nutrients, and force them to give birth to him, thus achieving rebirth.

In the original story, this was the exact method he used to be reborn through Nemu.

Unfortunately for him, he was outwitted by that twisted old pervert, Mayuri Kurotsuchi, and met a pitiful end.

A mad scientist ultimately died at the hands of another mad scientist, that was Szayelaporro's true fate.

Now, Szayelaporro's plan was to rely on Hui and Yoruichi not knowing about this particular ability. 

Under the chaos and appearance of a reckless attack, he would stealthily infiltrate the bodies of the two mother-daughter pairs present.

Once they left the battlefield, he would feed on their nutrients and force them to give birth to him, allowing him to escape this seemingly inescapable death.

It was a fine plan, if someone didn't understand Szayelaporro, they might really have let him get away with it.

After all, who would imagine that an Arrancar could forcibly make a human give birth to him?

Who could imagine such an absurd method of rebirth?

It was simply outrageous.

Frankly, even if Szayelaporro had been facing Yoruichi and Kisuke, he still would've had a decent chance of escaping.

Unfortunately for him, he was up against Hui.

Not to mention that Hui had already seen through Szayelaporro's thoughts and knew exactly what he was planning.

Even without that knowledge, with Hui's overwhelming sensory abilities, his perception of life force and Reiryoku, Szayelaporro would never have been able to escape unnoticed.

"How vile—trying to escape by using these humans,"

came a voice just as Szayelaporro's tentacles silently moved toward the mother and daughter pair.

In that instant, his body was frozen in place, and a voice echoed in his ears.

The sound made the hairs on his body stand on end. His breathing halted. His heart began to race wildly.

He stared at the now-close Hui, and for the first time, felt genuine fear from a human.

Because he realized: the other party hadn't used any ability at all.

At this moment, he was being completely suppressed by sheer presence alone.

And that presence alone was enough to leave him paralyzed.

It was then that Szayelaporro began to understand why Nnoitra Gilga and the former King of Hueco Mundo, Baraggan, had both fallen to this man.

Because Hui was simply too powerful.

Stronger than any human, any Soul Reaper, any Hollow Szayelaporro had ever seen.

Even compared to Sōsuke Aizen, the current King of Hueco Mundo, he found the man before him far more terrifying.

And as for himself, he feared he would soon follow in the footsteps of Nnoitra Gilga and Baraggan.

"There's nothing wrong with doing whatever it takes to survive," Hui said calmly. "After all, that instinct lies within every creature.

"But what's right and wrong has always been dictated by one's own perspective.

"To you, using this method to survive might not be wrong.

"But to me, your method, your ruthlessness, is wrong.

"So, if I kill you just because I can't stand your behavior, then for me, that wouldn't be wrong at all."

Hui spoke calmly, and as he did, the Supreme Blade appeared in his hand.

The moment Szayelaporro laid eyes on the Supreme Blade, he felt death approaching, undeniable, overwhelming, and inching closer with terrifying clarity.

Panic completely consumed him.

He didn't want to die.

"Don't kill me! Please, I'm begging you, don't kill me! I still have value, I can be useful to you! I can create tremendous value!"

Szayelaporro finally pleaded for his life. His obsession was the pursuit of perfect life, even if it meant abandoning all morals to achieve it.

 He had come so far, was on the verge of rebirth, of achieving near-perfection… he didn't want to lose it all, didn't want it to end here.

But to his begging, Hui remained utterly unmoved. He simply raised his Blade.

"Well then, goodbye."

As the words fell from his lips, Zhi yi came crashing down.

There was no suspense.

If Baraggan and Nnoitra Gilga could be slain in a single strike by Hui, then Szayelaporro, who was far weaker than either, had absolutely no chance.

Under Hui's sword, there was only one outcome for Szayelaporro: death.

And so, Szayelaporro died.

One of the Espada, a depraved and sadistic scientist, finally fell at the hands of Hui.

And to think it had all begun from nothing more than a flicker of curiosity toward him.

After finishing him off, Hui casually waved his hand and tossed Szayelaporro's corpse into a pocket dimension.

…

Outside the villa, on the asphalt road, a little girl was still humming a cheerful tune.

Her mother gently held her hand, smiling down at her with maternal warmth, leading her peacefully home.

They had no idea they had just escaped death.

A mere moment ago, they had nearly met a tragic end.

…

"Didn't we agree this guy was mine?"

Yoru pouted, crossing her arms. She could understand why Hui had acted, he had clearly been angry, but she still couldn't help complaining.

After all, her body had undergone a long transformation. She'd yet to truly test her new strength. Not being able to release that pent-up energy was really bothering her.

"Hah. Don't blame me. It's your own incompetence. You took forever dealing with such a weakling and still couldn't finish the job."

Hui wasn't about to admit it was his fault. 

After throwing the words over his shoulder, he casually took a step and instantly reappeared on the upper floor's balcony, reclining once again with a book, fully uninterested in Yoruichi's exasperated expression.

Yoru stared at him, that smug, lazy figure of his, and felt the overwhelming urge to give him a proper beating.

But then she reconsidered their respective power levels... and ultimately gave up on the idea.

"Yeah, yeah, you're always right. Everyone else is just a 'weakling' except for you. Ugh, and as a weakling myself, I obviously can't test my strength with you. Goodbye!"

Grumbling, Yoru huffed and vanished in a Shunpo, leaving only a faint afterimage behind.

She'd decided, she was going to find herself a proper opponent and seriously test what she could do now.

As she departed, Hui's lips curled into a faint smile. He found her frustration... deeply satisfying.

The life of waiting for a worthy opponent was long and dull.

 Without little things like this to spice it up, wouldn't it all just be far too boring?

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