NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 32: CHAPTER 32
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> Believe it or not, I killed you with a knife.
Kanbaru scratched his head, muttering internally with a bitter frown.
Not far away…
Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck—Nell or Nilu—flinched at Szayel Aporro Granz's chilling voice, shrinking behind Kanbaru like a frightened child, her lips trembling, eyes wet with instinctual fear.
Szayel Aporro's gaze was crawling over her like a scalpel through flesh, dissecting her with interest. Nilu could feel it—greedy, clinical, cold.
Her instincts screamed.
Without fully realizing it, Nilu's small hand reached for Kanbaru's sleeve… then paused mid-motion.
"…Let Nilu go."
She tugged gently at Kanbaru's shirt, her voice soft and eyes cast down.
"Huh?" Kanbaru blinked, caught off guard.
"You saved Nilu. Nilu… likes you very much."
"But…"
"I will die!"
Suddenly, her voice broke with a sob. She looked up, tears streaming down her face.
"If you fight him, you'll die—definitely die!"
Even without her complete memory, even after regressing from Vasto Lorde-class to Adjuchas, her Hollow instincts screamed danger.
Szayel Aporro was no ordinary Espada. His spiritual pressure wasn't just strong—it was toxic, invasive. There was something deeply unnatural about it.
"Nilu doesn't want you to die! Not you… please… not you!"
Wiping her tears with her tiny hand, her whole body shuddered. Then she stepped forward with surprising courage, placing herself between Kanbaru and Szayel Aporro.
"We… we can make a deal."
She looked straight at Szayel, voice thin but clear.
"Nilu will go with you. But you must not hurt him."
The small figure trembled visibly, her long lashes fluttering. She was terrified—but still stood there.
A long silence passed.
Then Kanbaru's hand came to rest gently on her head.
"…You idiot."
"You try to give your life to me, and now you want to trade yours for mine?"
"And you think I'd let that happen?"
He sighed heavily, brushing a lock of her grass-green hair aside before stepping past her.
His eyes narrowed as he fixed his gaze on Szayel.
"I said—hey, hermaphrodite."
"…???"
Szayel Aporro's brow twitched. Who the hell are you calling a hermaphrodite? The vein at his temple throbbed visibly behind his pink-rimmed glasses.
"Back off. That girl's mine now. I won her."
Kanbaru's tone sharpened, each word falling like a hammer.
"I'm not giving her up to the likes of you."
"Oh?" Szayel sneered. "How amusing."
"Did a brat just try to provoke me?"
His spiritual pressure flared—a violet torrent of oppressive energy spread out in concentric rings, crushing the atmosphere. The desert sand trembled under the weight of his Reiryoku.
This was the spiritual pressure of an Espada—Szayel Aporro Granz, the Octava Espada of Las Noches.
But.
Just before it reached Kanbaru, the Reiatsu... disintegrated.
Snuffed out like a flame in the wind.
"Huh? You've been staring at me and calling me names in your head, haven't you?" Kanbaru suddenly asked, stroking his chin.
Szayel blinked.
"…What?"
"You were staring at me. That equals scolding me. Scolding equals hostility. Hostility equals danger. Danger equals enemy. Enemy equals must be killed."
Kanbaru lifted his sword.
Szayel's eyes widened. "Are you… applying math to battle intent?!"
"Equation's complete," Kanbaru said with a flat voice. "Therefore, you're dead."
He slashed.
Szayel Aporro barely dodged—but not cleanly.
Blood exploded from his chest, painting the air in red arcs.
Just a single strike.
And his Hierro—the Espada's famed steel-skin defense—was breached!
"This… slash…"
Szayel clutched his chest, horrified.
It wasn't just power. The spiritual composition of that blade—it disrupted Reishi. Like something engineered to slice through both Quincy and Hollow alike.
But worse than pain…
"…You stained my clothes."
His voice dropped an octave.
"You… completely. Pissed. Me. Off."
Szayel Aporro's body trembled—not from fear, but from rage. No… from obsession.
Szayel wasn't just a mad scientist. He was a sadist, a manipulator, and most importantly… a clean freak. His Arrancar robes now soaked with blood—his own blood—was utterly intolerable.
It was blasphemy to his being.
"You'll pay for this."
He raised his hand and laughed maniacally.
"I'll dissect you."
"No—better."
"I'll make you my puppet."
"Consent is irrelevant."
Szayel's glasses gleamed as his voice turned monstrous:
> "Resurrección—Sip, Fornicarás!"
A torrent of violet spiritual energy exploded around him, flooding the desert with an eerie screech, like a thousand dying voices crying out in unison.
The spiritual pressure burned, cracked, and twisted reality. Even the air groaned under its weight.
Purple veins stretched across the skies, raining down Reishi like toxic mist.
Szayel's form warped—his lower body becoming a mass of writhing tentacles before reforming into elegant robes.
Four skeletal wings burst from his back, his eyes now filled with an unnatural glow, arcane sigils glowing in his pupils.
He flexed, moaning with ecstasy.
"This feeling… this power… it's beautiful."
Normally, Szayel would restrain himself in battle. Not out of mercy, but to preserve specimens for study.
But Kanbaru?
Kanbaru was special.
He wasn't just a Quincy. He wasn't just strong. He was irregular.
The Quincy child.
The Vasto Lorde girl.
The anomalous Reiatsu.
The scent of Hōgyoku...
A jackpot.
"You'll make an excellent research subject."
Szayel vanished.
Blink.
He reappeared inches from Kanbaru, sneering. "Too slow."
Everything seemed to move in slow motion. His finger, infused with destructive energy, aimed directly at Kanbaru's heart—
> BAM!
His smile cracked.
Literally.
His face twisted from impact.
Kanbaru's foot slammed into Szayel's head, sending him flying in a violent arc across the sand.
BOOM!!
Szayel smashed into the dunes, the ground splitting beneath him in shockwaves.
He pulled himself up, face contorted.
"Unforgivable!"
"Absolutely. Unforgivable!!"
His wings flared violently as he shot into the sky.
With his palm pointed down, Reiatsu surged around him, compressing into a sphere of pure annihilation.
The air ruptured. Space warped.
> Gran Rey Cero?
No.
This wasn't a Cero.
This was something darker.
A twisted, unstable version of Lanzador Verde. A customized spellwork tuned for destruction, forbidden in nature.
Szayel grinned madly.
"This is only the beginning, Quincy trash!"
> "Disintegrate. Suffer. BREAK!!"
Purple energy condensed—
And then, exploded with apocalyptic force.
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