Chapter 638 Everyone Except Nel And Harribel Can Be Killed

Seeing that the mood was right, Makoto extended an invitation to Nel, asking if she wanted to join his team.

Nel, who had been petting the dog, paused and looked up at Makoto in surprise.

Makoto's expression at that moment was exactly like a creepy uncle luring a little girl to look at goldfish. He coaxed, "Don't you feel lonely being alone? With so many people around, you won't be bored, right? And you can avoid being harassed by perverted cockroach-like Menos Grandes."

"It's a mantis—!"

Nnoitra, who was still tangled up with the Teddy Devil, roared again.

But he had already been losing to the Teddy Devil, and the cost of this distraction was fatal.

The moment Nnoitra turned his head, the Teddy Devil's claw clamped down on his neck, opening his dog mouth wide and aiming it at Nnoitra's head.

The light of a Cero glowed deep in his throat, released at point-blank range.

The explosion shot into the sky, sending white sand thousands of meters into the air.

The sand fell like a torrential downpour, pattering against the Four Gay Bros's fur.

Nel, watching Makoto extend his hand again, was silent for a few seconds before finally nodding firmly and placing her hand in his.

Makoto took her hand, the corner of his mouth lifting.

Nel had always longed for companions. In the original work, she was ambushed by Nnoitra precisely because her subordinates were captured.

Makoto's invitation was like offering a pillow just as she was getting sleepy.

Fortunately, Nel's two sidekicks from the original weren't around, otherwise, convincing her to join would have taken more effort.

At that moment, the sandstorm kicked up by the Teddy Devil's Cero finally began to settle.

This top-tier Adjuchas, who could have ranked among the top ten Espada under Aizen, now lay weakly on the sand, his four scythe-like arms twisted at odd angles.

Although his face showed scorched burn marks, his head was still intact, showing just how strong his Hierro defense was. An ordinary Adjuchas would have had its head blown clean off by that attack.

Makoto glanced calmly. "Go ahead. Divide and devour him."

The Four Gay Bros, as if receiving a royal decree, surrounded Nnoitra like the three daughters of King Fritz devouring Ymir, opening their mouths wide.

"Damn it..."

"Damn it!"

Even until the very end, Nnoitra's gaze remained fixed on Nel in the distance.

He had long expected to be devoured.

In Hueco Mundo, this was the final fate of most Hollows… dying in the mouths of their own kind, becoming nourishment for another's evolution.

But until the very end, Nelliel never gave him a second glance.

That was the only thing he couldn't let go of.

Makoto watched Nnoitra's eyes, which were still staring at Nel even in death, and clicked his tongue.

'Why did this somehow feel like a yandere?'

Makoto raised his hand to block Nel's mask. "Children shouldn't watch."

"I'm not a child..." Nel pouted, her vision blocked.

Makoto glanced down at the two half-circles below her collarbone.

'Alright, definitely not a child.'

They seemed comparable to Tsunade, if not stronger.

After devouring Nnoitra, the Four Gay Bros's power grew further.

But unfortunately, none of them had yet broken through to Vasto Lorde.

With their new member Nel, the group continued their journey, targeting higher-level Hollows as they searched the endless white desert for their next prey.

A few days later.

"Makoto, Makoto! This big-headed doll called Golden Cymbal is so tough! How do I beat it?!"

Nel was lying on Makoto's back, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, waving a game console in front of his eyes.

In just a few days, this overly familiar girl had already become completely comfortable with Makoto.

That's right, this game console was another item Makoto had pulled from his inventory.

Because he had been frequently chosen by the Reincarnation Game and sent to various anime worlds over the past two years, Makoto had long developed the habit of stuffing all kinds of daily necessities into his inventory to avoid boredom.

After all, the villains in worlds like [Attack on Titan] and [Sword Art Online] didn't interest him much. He needed some distractions to get through the time.

The Pokéblock from before were prepared for such occasions. He also kept some spiked or large-grain condoms on hand.

And since many of the girls around Makoto were also gaming addicts, he naturally brought several consoles. He'd occasionally play online with Nayuta, Miku, and the others, though their gaming sessions often ended up in bed.

Makoto glanced at the screen, which showed a golden, shimmering big-headed doll boss, and casually gave her the strategy points: "When he uses his healing skill, you have to use your clone technique immediately to take out his clones, stop him from healing, and then burst him down during his cooldown."

"Ohhh!"

Nel, as if she had found treasure, jumped off his back and plopped back down on the sand, continuing her excited battle.

Watching her so thrilled, Makoto thought, 'If I ever brought this girl home, the gaming group would gain another member.'

But it was fine. Preferring games was much better than those 'fairy' types who were always thinking about how to squeeze money out of men.

Not that there were any women like that in the Makoto's harem. He wouldn't even bother sleeping with that kind of woman.

When Nel finally got tired, the antelope girl leaned back, stretched, and said with satisfaction, "That's enough for today. I'll continue tomorrow!"

Makoto smiled faintly.

This place, Hueco Mundo, was always night. The crescent moon overhead had never moved an inch, making it impossible to tell how much time had passed.

In the original work, Las Noches appeared to have day and night cycles because Aizen had used technology to modify the entire palace's ceiling system to simulate day and night.

But out in the true wilderness of Hueco Mundo, time remained stagnant.

"Nel, do you know about Arrancarization?" Makoto suddenly asked.

Now that more than half of his team had reached Vasto Lorde level, the next logical step was Arrancarization.

Though Vasto Lorde were powerful, they were still bound by their masks— only after Arrancarization could their Hollow powers be fully released, truly entering another level.

Nel tilted her head, the eyes behind her mask blinking again and again.

'Well, it seemed she had only achieved Arrancarization in the original work with Aizen's Hogyoku, and before that, she knew nothing about it.'

Makoto pondered for a moment.

To be honest, he didn't want to rely on Aizen's power to achieve Arrancarization.

Although he didn't mind temporarily joining Aizen's forces and playing along… after all, his ancestors had taught him to play the fool before becoming the king—

The problem was, he was afraid Aizen would secretly sabotage him during the Arrancarization process.

Tosen was a classic example. Once Aizen deemed him useless, he didn't even bother to act himself; he simply manipulated the Hollow power within Tosen's body to erase him.

But looking at the original work, the Hollows who successfully achieved self-Arrancarization were few: only Starrk, the Primera Espada, and Ulquiorra, the most popular among fans.

All other Arrancars, including Vasto Lorde-level powerhouses like Baraggan and Harribel, only achieved Arrancarization with the help of the Hogyoku.

Although Makoto was confident in himself, even if he could achieve self-Arrancarization, it would still be difficult for Beam, Pochi, and the others to reach that level.

It wasn't just a matter of talent anymore; it required some kind of catalyst that even he hadn't figured out.