Chapter 493: Will of Hell
Time flew by, and several days passed.
At a glance, Hell stretched endlessly in all directions. Towering stone pillars rose from the ground, the air was thick with miasma, and desolation reigned supreme.
At this moment, Masatsuki Aozaki had already left the Three Worlds behind and stepped into a completely unfamiliar space. It didn’t resemble the terrifying purgatory of legend, but rather a desolate, uninhabited void.
Even so, he felt no fear or panic. Strange as it was, this wasn’t his first time witnessing such a scene. Nor did he let his mind drift into idle thoughts.
From the very beginning, he had believed that Rangiku and the others could take care of themselves—there was no need to worry. Unlike what the Soul King had imagined, Masatsuki Aozaki wasn’t distracted by outside matters. His goal was clear, his will unwavering, and his heart burned with an intense desire.
It was as if only by completing this task could he truly find peace.
He gripped the katana tightly, not with some grand resolve to save the world, but with calm composure.
Thoughts of the people in the Three Worlds, longing for his lover’s bodies, and his hopes for the future—all these emotions intertwined, anchoring his mind and shattering any illusions about the unknown.
When the towering Will of Hell appeared before him, it lifted a sword forged from the principles of Sin and Punishment. The pressure it emitted was so overwhelming that even a so-called king like Yhwach would be crushed to his knees.
But to Masatsuki Aozaki, this only intensified his bloodlust.
Once I finish you off, I still need to hurry back and create a true Son of God!
He gripped the hilt of his katana tighter, his fingers rubbing along it as a sharp light flashed in his eyes. Even in the face of a force more oppressive than the gods themselves, he didn’t falter.
What did catch him off guard, though, was that the Will of Hell could reveal a physical form.
Despite being called the Will of Hell—similar in name to the Intent of Hell—their appearances were completely different.
The Will of Hell’s form was colossal, like a towering giant. Its long hair flowed with the wind, and its presence carried an eerie grace.
But it wasn’t made of ordinary flesh and blood. Its body was a semi-transparent purple liquid, armored in what looked like soft golden bones, radiating an air of both mystery and majesty.
Its eyes shone like brilliant stars, and in its right hand it held a massive golden sword, its blade glowing with a faint golden light.
The aura it released was strikingly similar to that of the Soul King, enough to shake one to the core.
Before such a being, it felt almost insulting to use a crude word like "monster."
Masatsuki Aozaki gazed at the entity before him, emotions swirling in his chest.
That body radiated both divine holiness and terrifying horror—a contradiction in form.
But when he remembered what this body represented—a god equal in rank to the Soul King, and the embodiment of Hell’s law to punish the wicked—he suddenly realized that the contradiction made perfect sense.
"Finally, we meet—the rules of the world, the true embodiment of the Will of Hell."
Masatsuki Aozaki spoke softly, his voice laced with excitement and anticipation.
He slowly extended a hand, as if showcasing his gentlemanly grace, inviting this towering beauty to dance with him.
Despite her fearsome appearance, that vast aura—like a sea of stars—felt oddly familiar. He couldn’t help but recall an old friend, the Soul King who once split heaven and earth—Yahweh.
That ordinary middle-aged man was gone now, never to return.
Yahweh had lived and died for the world. So what was the purpose of this Will of Hell standing before him?
The answer seemed within reach, and Masatsuki Aozaki felt a flicker of joy rise in his heart.
He had taken countless lives. Even his strongest opponent had only been Yhwach, a god born of man.
Now, facing a true deity, his heart surged with anticipation.
Only this goddess embodied the true power of a realm—an overwhelming presence radiating pressure from the entire world itself.
That pressure was crushing, like a mountain pressing down, suffocating and immense.
Now revealed in full, the Will of Hell—Hell’s ultimate force incarnate—stood clearly apart from Yhwach. There was simply no comparison.
Yhwach was a superhuman shaped by the world, while she was a terrifying force born of Hell itself.
Masatsuki Aozaki grinned, confidence gleaming in his eyes as he locked gazes with her shining, star-like eyes, as if seeing straight through her.
"Your appearance tells me Hell has no other cards left. Good—then I’ll use you as my whetstone in the war against the world."
"O most noble being... why have you chosen to stand with the Three Worlds, against me?"
The Will of Hell asked in confusion.
She hadn’t expected Masatsuki Aozaki to so firmly side with the Three Worlds.
The Will of Hell was capable of thought and conversation. It made sense—while Hell operated by rigid law, she was a being akin to the Soul King. Of course she could speak and reason.
Masatsuki Aozaki glanced around, taking in the surroundings.
This was a true Asura Hell—saturated with sin, blood, and violence.
"Compared to Hell, I still prefer the environment of the Three Worlds."
"I see. But this is not something we can decide. Ever since the Creator unveiled that supreme power, our fates have been sealed."
"Then, in other words, there’s nothing left to talk about?"
"The final destination of the Three Worlds is Hell. That is the natural order of the world, decreed by a being like yourself—and it is my mission to see it done."
The one who created this world... from the way she spoke, he truly did sound like a Creator God.
Masatsuki Aozaki chuckled. Even though she held a sword toward him, her flattery was oddly satisfying.
Come to think of it... maybe replacing that so-called Creator God wouldn’t be such a bad idea.
Clang!
With a single swing of his blade, it was as though the entire world revealed itself upon the edge.
Of course, he hadn’t had nearly enough time to conquer the Three Worlds.
But luckily, from the very beginning, Masatsuki Aozaki had possessed a world of his own.
This was the final step. The final enemy. And if some mythical Creator God suddenly appeared now... well, there wouldn’t be anything he could do.
"Not just the Three Worlds—I want to see whether adding Hell can contain this endless greed of mine."
"As you wish, noble being.."
The Will of Hell’s long hair danced in the air, and once again, the vast space around them began to shift.
First, the stone pillars sank into the earth. Then, from the pale sky above, columns of white light descended—like massive swords stabbing down into the land.
Masatsuki Aozaki lowered his gaze.
He now stood upon a mirror-like lake, its surface reflecting the sky in pristine clarity. But when he looked down... the depths were invisible, unfathomable.