Bleach: Threads of Destiny

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Aaron turned towards the source of the roaring sounds and saw hundreds of Menos Grande, each with distinct features, charging at him.

Seeing this, he chuckled and shook his head. Without hesitation, he unsheathed his Zanpakutō and vanished in a blur of speed.

Amidst the anguished cries, the horde of Menos Grande disintegrated into ash, vanishing before Aaron's eyes. Yet, the outcome of the battle left him unimpressed.

After consulting his system, Aaron confirmed his suspicion: within the depths of Hell, neither Hollows nor condemned souls would drop loot or items.

The reason was straightforward—they were all "immortal."

Aaron dismissed the matter with indifference. After all, he was in Hell. While the Hollows might not be protected by Hell's will, this fact didn't alter the rules of the realm. Regardless of their origin, once in Hell, both condemned souls and Hollows were doomed to endure endless punishment and suffering. The phrase "a fate worse than death" was never more apt than in this desolate place.

After the uneventful skirmish, Aaron continued his journey deeper into the Scorching Hell. Despite encountering occasional opposition, he remained untroubled and soon arrived at his destination.

The Great Scorching Hell greeted him with oppressive heat. Waves of fiery miasma rolled in, filling the air with the pungent stench of sulfur. Rivers of molten copper coursed through the dark red skies, threatening to rain down onto the endless black terrain below. In the distance, towering volcanoes rumbled ominously, as if on the verge of eruption.

As he surveyed the landscape, the sound of heavy, earth-shaking footsteps reached his ears. He turned to see a group of massive Hell Guards advancing toward him. These guards were larger than those he had encountered earlier, their skin a vibrant blue. Their hostile intent was unmistakable.

This time, Aaron decided not to wait for them to strike. He drew his Zanpakutō and softly commanded, "Devour, Taotie Feast."

As he spoke, his Zanpakutō underwent a dramatic transformation. Streams of red and golden Reiryoku surged toward him, coalescing into his weapon. Encased in radiant red and gold energy, his Zanpakutō now radiated an aura of unmatched power.

The Hell Guards drew closer, their massive hands reaching to seize him. But Aaron, unfazed, leapt into the air, raising his weapon.

"Slice!" he intoned.

In an instant, a shadowy black blade descended, cleaving through the advancing guards. The sheer force of his attack left deep gashes in their formidable forms, from which streams of scarlet blood gushed forth, staining the ground.

Though gravely wounded, the guards' resilience only seemed to intensify their rage. They roared furiously, their enormous forms looming threateningly.

Aaron, calm and composed, tightened his grip on his Zanpakutō. With blinding speed, he became a blur, reappearing midair. In rapid succession, he unleashed dozens of strikes, each one carrying devastating power.

"Boom!"

The black earth trembled beneath the onslaught. The Hell Guards, once towering and unyielding, were reduced to fragments of blue flesh and bone, which soon dissolved into ash and were carried away by the wind.

On the battlefield below, dozens of loot boxes shimmered into existence. A faint smile crossed Aaron's face as he descended to inspect them.

"Ding! Loot detected near the host. Open now?" the system chimed in his mind.

"Open," Aaron replied softly.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for acquiring Reiryoku x8900!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for gaining the Power of Hell x30,000!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining Hell Guardian Armor Fragment x32!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for acquiring the Instant Hell Gate!"

The system's announcements faded, leaving Aaron to assess his newfound spoils. Among them was a shimmering golden chest plate, which he immediately crafted using the collected armor fragments. The chest piece emitted a faint golden glow, radiating a mysterious power.

Examining his Zanpakutō, he realized that infusing it with the Power of Hell during the recent battle had significantly enhanced his strength. He estimated his overall power had increased by at least 10%. Though he had yet to fully understand the nature of this new energy, he was certain it held immense potential.

Just as Aaron prepared to continue his hunt for more Hell Guards, a burst of wild laughter echoed in the distance, drawing his attention. The familiar Reiatsu approaching at high speed caused him to narrow his eyes.

Moments later, a middle-aged man in ornate robes and a crown appeared, his expression twisted with a mix of malice and triumph.

"Long time no see," Aaron greeted calmly, his voice steady.

The man's smile vanished, replaced by a seething glare. Baraggan Louisenbairn, once the Segunda Espada, now a vengeful prisoner of Hell, growled with fury.

"It's been too long," Baraggan spat, his tone venomous. "You shouldn't have come here. But now that you have, I'll ensure you never leave!"

His voice rising to a shout, he continued, "You'll pay for what you did to me! Do you know how much I've suffered in this wretched place because of you?"

Aaron remained unfazed. "And?"

"And I'll make you regret it!" Baraggan roared, his Reiatsu surging as he lunged at Aaron, his form blurring into motion.

Above them, storm clouds darkened the skies as black thunder rumbled. Rivers of molten copper boiled, and the ground shook violently. The very fabric of the Scorching Hell seemed to respond to their impending clash.

Aaron raised both his Zanpakutō and the Hell Guard's Blade, meeting Baraggan's assault head-on.

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