章節 478: 478. Soul King
Alexander took out his anywhere door and returned to Soul Society. He had been gone for just a day so he didn't expect anything to have changed.
Of course, things never go as he expected. When he came to Seireitei he saw many buildings' roofs were now covered with golden paint. They were shining under the sunlight and blinding the eyes of many birds.
He knew that such ridiculous things can only be done by a few selected people. So, as expected, he saw Ragnarok painting the roofs.
"What the hell are you doing now?" Alexander asked.
"Oh, hey there, I am doing business. I found out that gold has the property of attracting Reishi so I proposed this idea to Yamamoto and the rest of the captains where many of them are lords of big noble families. They agreed that I would mine the mines outside Seireitei and coat their roofs. In return, I get the rights to mines after I am done here." Ragnarok greedily explained.
Alexander sighed and shook his head tiredly, "Man, your gold fetish is crazy,"
"It's a business, not a fetish," Ragnarok replied, before returning to work.
Alexander ignored him and went to see Yamamoto to talk about some important stuff.
The old man was in his division 1 barracks, doing god knows what. Alexander always wondered what the shinigami even do. Until now, he had seen more pointless fights, politics, and treachery than Shinigami really going to the human world and acting as a shinigami.
"Hello, there, Yamamoto, I am back from Hueco Mundo," Alexander greeted him.
Yamamoto immediately noticed Nel on his shoulder, "Why did you bring an Arrancar here? They aren't supposed to be in Soul Society."
"Hey, don't scare little Nel, she won't be living here. Anyway, I have taken care of all the problems of Hueco Mundo. After meeting with Soul King I will decide what to do with that place." He revealed.
Yamamoto twitched when he heard that Alexander was going to be meeting with the Soul King. For this, he would go to the Soul King's Palace and he knew that the Royal Guards would try to stop him. But he couldn't stop this from happening. Whoever wins or loses was none of his concern.
"Yes, you can go to the Soul King's palace whenever you need to." Alexander nodded and headed out.
"Come Nel, don't be afraid, he may be a Shinigami but he's weak in front of your grandpa," He told the little girl hiding behind him.
"Chomei and Saiken, you two go and eat something in Dobby's shop. I'll be back later and we will have a big family dinner. We need to welcome Nel, don't we," he instructed the two. They saluted and dutifully ran away to eat.
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The Soul King's Palace consists of several layers, with one layer suspended above the other. The lowest level was comprised of many buildings of the same style as that of Seireitei. From there, a large stairway leads upwards to a wide and flat expanse, with both areas at the base and top of these stairs being lined by rows of huge, circular pillars.
Floating above were five discs with numerous buildings on each, while suspended higher still was a large cylindrical structure that had a conical top and bottom.
The route to the inner dimension in which the palace resides can only be opened with "a key", fittingly named the Ōken, the location of which was kept secret, only being passed down verbally from one Gotei 13 Captain-Commander to the next.
When Alexander reached below the supposed Soul King's Palace he just remembered that he needed a key but he ignored that setback, "Yamamoto must have planned this. That old fox."
There were only two ways to enter the Spirit King Palace.
One was with the permission of the Royal Guard. They don't have to be there physically, they only need to want the person to enter. Or, make a Royal Key by creating a Royal Guard.
The Royal Guards were a special organization that performed services for the Royal Family. It had a considerable amount of fighting, organizational, and executive power compared to other organizations.
The Royal Guard's authority supersedes the authority of all within Soul Society. Each member of the Royal Guards has had the power of the Ōken imparted onto their bones by the Soul King. They also each had a city of their own at the Soul King Palace.
"Okay, let's ignore all this since I can fly. We also know that Soul King resides in that cylindrical thing so we don't need to find the royal guards," Alexander loudly thought and flew up.
When he had reached the base of the cylindrical hovering tower, he noticed that there were 5 figures standing too.
~Ugh... these must be the royal guards,~
There was a fat woman, a beautiful slender woman, a man with an outlandishly large pompadour, a man with sunglasses and half afro cut hair with the other half being cut short and colored green. Then there was the last one, a giant fat, bald man with a large set of red prayer beads around his neck.
"Hello there," Alexander greeted them.
They looked at him with suspecting gazes. "What do you want to do, intruder?"
Alexander was expecting that they would act all almighty like this. Living for centuries while being at the top of the food chain made them arrogant.
"Don't make such talks in front of me. I have no respect or pity for you. You were charged with keeping the Soul King and the Soul Society safe but in all these years, so many bad things happened. So many people died. Even a coup occurred that was meant to dethrone your soul king and yet you didn't show up.
"The audacity of you five is quite high. Now step aside on your own or I will make you," he threatened them. Sometimes, instead of lifting arms, it was good to just use words. But words don't always work.
They didn't move at all. Ichibē Hyōsub, the leader of the Royal Guards, looked at him angrily.
"You really have the guts to threaten us like this? Big words for some unknown person like you," he called out.
Alexander sighed, "I threatened you because I have the strength to back them up. Do you have the strength to back your words?"
*WOOSH*
Alexander appeared right beside Ichibē Hyōsub. In normal cases, the shinigami uses an ability called Fast Steps. It was just moving at a very high speed that people couldn't see you.
For the people of Yamamoto or the royal guard's caliber, sensing the fast step should have been no trouble. But what they were seeing was a man really vanishing in thin air.
When he appeared next right beside him, it shocked him a lot.
"HOW?..."
Alexander didn't reply with words this time.
*BOOM*
A fist right to the face was gifted to Ichibē. It was not life-threatening but hard enough to throw him miles away and knock some teeth of his.
"You 5 have already failed to do your duty. Aizen wanted to rule the Soul Society by killing the Soul King. Shouldn't you have stopped him?" Alexander asked the rest of them.
No answers came.
*BAM X4*
He punched them all away. He believed in equal rights so he was not opposed to punching the females. However, he left their faces unscathed.
"Contemplate on your actions in silence now," he ordered them.
Then he entered the building to find the soul king. All he had read in the library was the history. He didn't know what he looked like.
"SOUL KING, where are you?" He loudly shouted.
Hearing no noise, he entered and looked for him. Then suddenly he came upon a very weird thing. He assumed that it was the Soul King.
The Soul King was humanoid in physique, this he knew and the being in front of him was also humanoid, with slicked-back dark hair, oval eyes, and very thin eyebrows.
The eyes were very unusual, each having four black irises. He did not have any arms or legs. The Soul King was sealed within an unusual barrier that was suspended by four wires in a large, elegant room.
~Hah, the so-called palace is more like a prison. They only protect this thing because this can keep the balance.~ Alexander scoffed at the thought.
"Let's see if this thing speaks,"
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