Setsuna actively walked towards the several Wills of Hell that were approaching first, his pace composed.
One of the Wills of Hell let out a silent roar. Its massive fist, carrying the power to crush mountains, came crashing down towards Setsuna.
Where the fist wind passed, even space rippled.
Facing this terrifying strike, Setsuna merely casually raised his right hand and lightly touched it with his index finger.
"Sekishiki Meikaiha!"
A gray beam of light instantly pierced through the Will of Hell before Setsuna. The monster's massive body collapsed with a rumble.
Immediately after, Setsuna continuously touched a few more times. In just a few seconds, all the monsters were defeated.
For Setsuna now, opponents at the 3rd-class Reiatsu level were truly somewhat weak.
"He casually defeated those monsters!"
"Who is the real monster here?"
Those fleeing Togabito were extremely shocked, and then they fled even faster, fearing being caught and eaten by Setsuna.
"Hey!" A clear yet somewhat evil female voice broke the silence.
Not far away, on a piece of jagged rock, a petite figure had somehow appeared.
She was a little girl of about ten years old with twin-tails, one eye covered by a black eyepatch.
"A living Shinigami appearing in Hell is quite rare~ And you've caused such a commotion as soon as you arrived."
Her voice was childish, but her tone was precocious. "But, little one, don't bother wasting your effort. These monsters cannot be killed."
"They are part of Hell's rules. No matter how many times you defeat them, they will revive in Hell."
As if confirming her words, those defeated [Wills of Hell] quickly stood up again, as if their previous death was just an illusion.
"See?" The twin-tailed little girl stuck out her tongue and smiled wickedly. "Death is just a brief rest for them."
"Really? I don't believe it." Setsuna raised an eyebrow.
He raised his right hand and grasped the void.
"Sekishiki: Yomotsu Hirasaka — Meifu Indo!"
Under the feet of those Wills of Hell, massive corpse palms suddenly appeared.
These palms closed together, crushing the Wills of Hell into pieces.
Seeing this, the twin-tailed girl shrugged. "You newcomers never believe it. That guy named Kuruyashiki Kenpachi last time was the same."
However, this time she waited for over ten seconds, and the Wills of Hell still did not revive.
The relaxed smile on the twin-tailed girl's face froze. She suddenly jumped off the rock: "How is it possible? How did you do it?"
Setsuna smiled faintly. "Because I am Hades, the ruler of Hell."
When he left the Saint Seiya World, he had devoured a considerable part of Hades' core soul essence and authority fragments.
Although not the complete Hades, when facing Hell, a domain also belonging to death, he naturally possessed an extremely high priority and suppressive power.
"Hades?" The twin-tailed girl narrowed her eyes. "Do you want to become, for Hell, what the Soul King is for the three worlds? To become the King of Hell?"
Setsuna laughed. "Senior's comprehension is quite good."
"It seems that old man Yamamoto has sent down quite an extraordinary person this time." The twin-tailed girl licked the corner of her mouth.
"But first, let me see if your skills truly deserve the name Hades!"
As her words fell, her petite figure suddenly blurred.
A Zanpakuto, ancient in form, with a narrow blade, gleaming with dull blood light, had quietly appeared in her hand.
Carrying a sharp screech that tore at the soul, it slashed diagonally from Setsuna's side and rear without warning.
This strike was fast, precise, and vicious, containing terrifying Reiatsu at the peak of 1st-class and killing intent contained over endless time.
However, this strike she was so sure of was caught by Setsuna with two fingers.
The twin-tailed girl's pupils contracted. No matter how she urged her Reiatsu, the blade remained motionless.
The vast Reiatsu emanating from the other party made even the depths of her soul feel an instinctive trembling.
"Tch!" The twin-tailed girl pouted, her face showing a slightly frustrated expression.
She neatly withdrew her blade and retreated: "Boring, boring. Your strength... is really just as strong as that bastard Yamamoto, making one lose all motivation!"
She clapped her hands, then straightened her rather unimpressive chest and said seriously: "Alright, a formal self-introduction. Gotei 13, First Generation Captain of the 6th Division, Saito Furofushi."
"11th Division, Ninth Generation Captain, Chiaki Setsuna." Setsuna also reported his name and released his fingers.
"Ninth Generation?" Upon hearing this, Furofushi's crimson single eye widened roundly. She couldn't help but snort with laughter, slapping her thighs without any dignity.
"Hahaha! Are the Captains of your 11th Division consumables? The consumption rate is way too fast! The fastest turnover for other divisions is only the fifth generation, and you guys are already on the ninth?"
She laughed for a while, then suddenly remembered something and tilted her head to ask: "By the way, Chiaki Kenpachi, what about the eighth generation Kenpachi who defeated that kid Kuruyashiki? Why hasn't he come to Hell?"
Setsuna shook his head. "First, I did not kill Azashiro Soya. I took him in, so naturally he won't come to Hell."
"Second, I have no interest in the title [Kenpachi]. I've already transferred it out. So, you can just call me by my real name, Chiaki Setsuna."
Furofushi was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter again: "Haha, well said! Why should later generations have to live in the shadow of their predecessors?"
"Especially the shadow of that woman Unohana Yachiru!" A complex light flashed in her eyes, with nostalgia, fighting spirit, and a trace of dissatisfaction.
"I never asked the subsequent Captains of the 6th Division to inherit any 'Furofushi' title. A Captain is just a Captain. Do your own job well. Always dwelling on the signboard of your predecessor is useless."
After the laughter, the atmosphere seemed much more harmonious.
Setsuna got straight to the point: "Furofushi-senpai, since you've lived here for so long, why don't you introduce the situation in Hell to me?"
Furofushi withdrew her smile. Her crimson single eye swept over the desolate and terrifying scenes around. Her tone became low and serious:
"Hell, as you can see, is filled everywhere with Togabito, Menos, and us Shinigami who are 'unwilling to transform'."
"Unwilling to transform?" Setsuna keenly seized the key word.
"Correct, transformation." Furofushi said in a deep voice. "It means turning into those massive ones without self-awareness, left with only killing and guarding instinct… the Wills of Hell."
Setsuna asked: "How do Shinigami turn into monsters over fifty meters tall?"
"Who knows?" Furofushi shrugged. "Maybe the power of Hollows is also mixed into the transformation process? Hell is a place where anything bizarre can happen."