Pat-a, pat-a, pat-a—
Rain not only hit his face but also soaked his entire body.
Before Ling Qing could wipe the rain from his face, the water flowed down his skin, down his neck, and into his clothes, making him extremely uncomfortable.
But soon, Ling Qing realized that this was not rain. It was a liquid substance that resembled rain.
When he realized this, Ling Qing suddenly found himself in a chaotic and terrifying world. A strong light shot towards him. He subconsciously raised his hand to block his eyes, but a deafening roar, like the howl of a beast, then appeared in his ears.
Ling Qing couldn't get his bearings. In the deafening roar and bright light, he couldn't distinguish up from down, left from right, front from back. He could only barely protect himself amidst the powerful force. He still had no idea what had happened.
Ling Qing, thrown by a powerful inertia, seemed to land on something heavy. Even though he was pressed against it by a heavy pressure that nearly squeezed the air out of his lungs, he at least had a stable foothold, no longer drifting like a duckweed in water.
In a daze, fragmented memories flashed through Ling Qing's mind. He vaguely remembered something.
Was it the surging golden flames?
No, it was a flash that cut through the world, a slash that had cut right through his own attack!
Looks like I'm not dead yet, he thought amusingly. Sensing that he was gradually getting used to it, he slowly opened his eyes.
But even though he was mentally prepared, the scene before him still left him in a state of indescribable shock.
The world was destroyed.
This was the only thought that came to Ling Qing's mind.
The rain-like substance falling on him was not water, but a highly pure, viscous form of some kind of energy. It wasn't Reiatsu, just something similar. The entire world was like a fruit blended into a pulp, a chaotic mess. Large clumps of viscous matter filled every corner of the world, with only occasional small, hard-looking chunks visible.
Ling Qing stood on what he assumed was a hard piece of rubble, looking around in astonishment, up and down. Below, was an abyss that emitted a crimson glow, like a hellish pit. A terrifying and thick miasma emanated from the red light below.
Ling Qing didn't know what had happened, nor why he was here. Had the world ended while he was asleep? No one could give him an answer.
But soon, Ling Qing realized something. He was mistaken. This seemed to be… not the destruction of the world.
The hard piece of rubble under his feet was not being destroyed into a viscous substance. Instead, as if time was accelerating, more and more hard chunks were condensing and being born from the viscous energy. These chunks connected with each other, from small pieces to large ones. One could imagine that when these large chunks connected, and this process repeated, it wouldn't be long before an infinitely vast land appeared.
Looking up, he could see that the viscous energy was gradually separating, as if different properties were being isolated. Looking down, he could see that the terrifying abyss was being covered, as if a lid was being placed on it, by the connecting hard chunks.
This might not be the image of the world's destruction, but the initial state of the world's birth.
But even understanding this, Ling Qing still couldn't comprehend why he was here, or how he had gotten here. Had he... transmigrated again?
Just as Ling Qing was thinking this, something appeared before his eyes. Or rather, he saw something.
It was in the place where the viscous matter was thickest, among the countless black substances surging upwards, there seemed to be a being. It should be a human, or a human-like being. Ling Qing couldn't see his specific appearance, but the being seemed to have noticed him as well. He turned and glanced at Ling Qing.
Then, his double-pupiled eyes were imprinted in Ling Qing's eyes, imprinted in the depths of his heart, like a guiding star…
Ling Qing couldn't see anything.
He bent his fingers. He felt the sensation of pushing through a warm current. After feeling it carefully, he determined that he was probably lying in hot water. But his mind was dizzy. He felt like something major had happened, but he couldn't remember what it was for a while.
Finally giving up on thinking, Ling Qing shook his head vigorously, raised his hand to rub his eyes, but soon regretted this action as hot water flowed into them.
After finally regaining full consciousness, Ling Qing opened his eyes.
The first thing that came into view was a man who was wild and free-spirited. The man had a slender face, a straw hanging from his mouth, and was lying naked in the bath, his large muscles exposed. But the most eye-catching thing was his huge pompadour hairstyle, with the end curled up like a hook. On top of that pompadour, a small bath towel was thoughtfully placed.
Ling Qing's eyes met his.
The man, noticing Ling Qing's gaze, gave him a smile that could be described as arrogant.
After staring at him in silence for a few seconds, Ling Qing closed his eyes again and lay back down.
"KORA! Do you think you're dreaming, you bastard?! You think if you close your eyes and wake up again you won't see me, right?!"
It's strange how sometimes, without a single word, just through a look, you can let others know what you're thinking. When Ling Qing closed his eyes and lay back, the man with the pompadour instantly understood his thoughts and then roared as if he had been insulted!
"No, I wasn't thinking that," Ling Qing let out a faint sigh. He finally realized that this was not a dream.
Opening his eyes again, Ling Qing looked at the man, meeting his furious gaze, and continued, "I was just thinking that among all the strange people I've met, you're one of the strangest."
"HUH?!" The moment Ling Qing's words fell, the man let out a high-pitched tongue-click, a classic sound from a gangster movie. "Kid! I'll give you one more chance to rephrase that! Think carefully before you speak to me!"
In an instant—though he didn't know why—a sense of crisis washed over Ling Qing. His eyes widened slightly.
"Among all the unique individuals I've met, you are definitely one of the most unique!"
Ling Qing, with his flexible moral compass, immediately gave him a thumbs-up. "Top-notch!"
"Hmph!"
Hearing Ling Qing's words, the man finally showed a satisfied smile.
Ling Qing let out another almost imperceptible sigh. He hadn't noticed it in the Rukongai, but since coming to the Seireitei, he had discovered that it seemed you couldn't get by without having some kind of quirk. Everyone was a huge weirdo.
What a painful realization.
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