Death God: A High-Dimensional Overlord, Starting by Devouring the Soul King

Chapter 27 Heading to Soul Society

His chest rose and fell slightly as he slowly and deeply inhaled, as if trying to absorb this new possibility and decision into his lungs.

Then, the struggle and deliberation on his face gradually faded.

"I understand," Charlie's voice regained its authority.

"Very well, I agree. When the time is right, after I have completed the mission that the Lord has given me, I will pass the scepter of the empire to my descendants."

Upon hearing this, Holmonx shot a beam of light from his single eye, which struck Charlie and instantly formed a complex alchemical array beneath him.

Charlie stood in the center of the formation, feeling a gentle yet overwhelming heat rising from his feet, quickly spreading to his limbs and bones, and penetrating deep into every cell.

It wasn't a burning pain, but a deep, strange feeling, as if the very essence of life had been touched and rewoven.

In fact, making him immortal is very simple, so simple that Li Lin doesn't even need to expend any power.

Previously, whether it was creating the Stone Mask, modifying the Soul King's right arm, or creating Holmonx, all of these had consumed some of his power.

But the cost of making Charlie immortal is less than one-tenth of what's mentioned above!

Because immortality is something that exists in the world of death itself, and it is very easy to achieve.

Just turn him into a Shinigami!

Of course, this is not true immortality, but living for a thousand years is no problem at all.

If one is strong enough, living for thousands of years is not a problem.

For most people, living for thousands of years is practically the same as immortality.

Moreover, if one could break through the limits, then one would truly achieve immortality.

At that moment, Holmonx used alchemy to transform Charlie into a human-shaped Grim Reaper.

Charlie was actually a Quincy, just like the Bazby family. In this world, let alone a king, anyone who could become a lord of a region had some kind of supernatural power.

Through Hormones' transformation, his Quincy power was converted into Shinigami power.

After the transformation was over, Charlie felt much lighter.

If becoming younger before was like returning to his prime and feeling his body regain its vitality, then now he has seemingly inexhaustible power, as if something that was supposed to limit him no longer exists!

"The contract is complete."

In Li Lin's hand appeared a piece of paper that looked like a document, and the paper shimmered with a faint golden light.

He put it away and said, "Your Majesty has fourteen years to realize your ambitions. You must complete the mission entrusted to you by the gods within fourteen years."

"Fourteen years...?"

Charlie could sense that he had somehow established a connection with the paper, a kind of covenant he had made with God.

God gave him eternal life, and he was responsible for spreading God's glory in the underworld. After his mission was accomplished, he had to step down from the throne.

However, he did not regret it, after all, he had already sat on the highest secular power throne.

"Fourteen years from now, I will return to the heavens, while Your Majesty will remain on the earth. I will leave Holmonx in the empire Your Majesty has established, so that he may assist Your Majesty's descendants."

"With Holmenx here, my empire will surely last for generations." Charles was full of pride, as if he could already see an eternally powerful Frankish empire standing tall in the long river of history.

A barely perceptible glint of longing flickered in the depths of Holmonx's eyes.

Its split mouth curved up again, responding with utmost subservience, even a hint of obsequiousness:

"As Your Majesty and Master command! Holmenx will do everything in his power, with all his knowledge and the light of truth, to faithfully assist every Frankish monarch in the future, ensuring the eternal glory of the Empire and the enduring order!"

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With Hohenheim's assistance, Charlemagne established his own Carolingian Empire in Europe.

Meanwhile, in Soul Society, Yoriichi Tsugikuni and Unohana have arrived at the vast "city" surrounded by Rukongai in the Seireitei.

At this time, the Soul Society had not yet separated the inner and outer Soul Society walls, but the boundary between the Soul Society and the Rukongai was still very clear.

Beneath our feet lies muddy ground and thatched wooden houses, while ahead stretches a wide street paved with smooth white flagstones, lined with orderly rows of Heian-style buildings.

This stark contrast clearly separates the inner order, power, and prosperity from the ruins, chaos, and poverty of the outer Rukongai.

Yoriichi was still dressed in a simple dark swordsman's outfit, with a katana hanging from a deep red scabbard at his waist. His long, deep red hair stood out against the pale sky of the Soul Society.

His calm gaze swept over the scenery along the way, ignoring the occasional glances cast his way that were a mixture of curiosity and wariness.

Where are we going?

After walking for a while, Yoriichi asked.

His voice was clear on the relatively quiet street.

"Didn't you want to find out clues about Death's disappearance? Come with me to see someone; he has the best information."

Unohana, walking ahead, didn't turn around. The hem of her black shihachi uniform swayed gently with her steps. She seemed extremely familiar with the terrain, moving through the streets and alleys with a clear goal.

Her destination was neither a grand noble mansion nor a heavily guarded government office, but rather a relatively quiet side street where she turned and stopped in front of a small but exceptionally tidy clinic.

Inside the clinic, a few people were receiving treatment. Although there weren't many, they were all well-dressed and composed, maintaining a respectable demeanor even when they were unwell.

These people are either rich or noble; you can tell at a glance that they are not ordinary people.

That's normal, though; there aren't many ordinary people who can live in a big city like the Soul Society.

After she went in, she glanced at the doctors and patients in the hall, and then walked straight inside.

"Hey! Stop right there!"

A young-looking apprentice who was sorting medicinal herbs immediately spoke up to stop them.

He frowned slightly, his tone carrying a businesslike detachment: "Sir, you are resting today and will not be seeing patients. If you have any ailments, please register here and we will examine you first."

Unohana looked at him, somewhat amused, and said, "You don't recognize me?"

The young apprentice felt a little uneasy under her gaze, but still stubbornly said:

"Don't know me? What's wrong?"

"..." Unohana chuckled softly, but before she could speak, a man's voice came from inside.

"Are you looking for death?!" Someone nearby saw that the young man dared to block Unohana's way and quickly pulled him aside.

Then he turned around, bowed deeply to Unohana, his posture extremely respectful, his voice trembling noticeably:

"I am so sorry, Lord Yachiru! He is new here and blind to your presence. He has never had the honor of seeing your face before! He has offended you and deserves to die! Please... please forgive him!"