Chapter 1 - 001: Centenary Of Hueco Mundo
(T.L Note: The translation in some of the early Chapters are a little rough. I hope you guys will give this fan-fic a chance and read through🙏. The translation gets better)
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In Hueco Mundo, there is no day or night, alternating hot and cold, no food, no water.
The moon is chilling pale, like the color of a dead man's face.
At first glance, it looks like a desert, this is a world with only sand.
From time to time, there were a few hollow roars in the air, which sounded like the wail of human beings before they died, full of depression and despair.
Since there is no food here in Hueco Mundo, the ghost full of strong desire to devour will wander the world in search of delicious souls.
So relatively speaking, almost all the hollows in Hueco Mundo are Menos Grande, and the weaker ones have all gone to the present world.
The Forest of Menos Grande, as the name suggests, is the forest where Menos Grande lives. It is located deep underground in Hueco Mundo. All Menos Grandes basically originate from this place.
It is said to be a forest, but the environment is no different from the surface of Hueco Mundo. There is still no food, no water, a vast expanse of yellow sand, and a dead silence. The only difference is that there are huge pale trees here. Straight into the sky, making it look like a forest.
That's why the name- Forest of Menos Grande came into being.