Chapter 160: The Object of the Fight (Supplement 1)
"This is impossible"
Nnoitra's roar continued to sound, and the endless ghost paths seemed to never stop attacking him, preventing him from jumping.
Duan Mu, who is in the safe zone, according to the rules, can actually use any means to interfere with his game without leaving the 'house'.
But now it doesn't matter whether he intervenes or not. At this time, Nnoitra is equivalent to facing himself and Duanmu after returning to the sword at the same time.
The rule makers vented all their anger at Duan Mu for escaping into the safe zone on Nnoitra.
The scene before him made Duan Mu more determined to not use the Zanpakutō in the future.
at least……
before making changes.
——Similar and different.
This is not Duanmu's Zanpakutō, more strictly speaking...
It's not my Zanpakutō now.
It is not difficult to fully master it, all you need is Duan Mu... to kill everyone who has a good impression of him, including Shiba Kūkaku.
It is similar to itself, yet different from itself.
The reason for the similarity is that when it was born, it was the moment when I first came into this world.
The reason for the dissimilarity is...
The Duan Mu of today is completely different from the one who first arrived in Soul Society.
It can be said that...
If Duan Mu had no system, then this knife would be his most loyal companion and the only companion he could trust.
It is Duan Mu's knife in the past, but it is not Duan Mu's knife today.
It wants to change itself back to its past self, and even points its sword at its current self for the sake of its past self.
but……
Duan Mu doesn't hate himself now.
Therefore, this is the sword of "others". If its "true name" is not erased, it will never become one's own sword. There is no so-called mutual understanding between "similarity, difference, but sameness" and oneself.
Some are just erased!
Although white spots are the origin of "different ambitions", they are also the beginning of change.
When the white spots turned into stars, illuminated the black curtain, and turned into the blue sky when the Zanpakutō was about to unravel the 'Kumei', that was the Zanpakutō that Duan Mu should really have now.
Rather than this...
All he wants to do is kill his own blade.
It wants to erase Duan Mu, or change Duan Mu; and Duan Mu also wants to erase its true name.
Although the two have the same origin, their origins diverge.
It can be said that this is a fight between Duan Mu now and Duan Mu once, rather than simply a fight between him and the sword.
Although all the changes today originate from the system, the intersections are decided by Zeng Duanmu himself!
In the past, he hoped in his heart that he would make changes, which would lead to the birth of Duan Mu today.
But the Zanpakutō that originated from the "Starting Point" did not realize this, and just followed Zeng Duanmu firmly.
so……
It is the same as it once was, no longer necessary to exist!
Duan Mu slowly raised his head and looked up at the sun and moon hanging high in the sky.
The sun, moon, stars... seemed to have noticed something, and they all looked at Duan Mu, and the corners of their mouths drew strange arcs.
Duan Mu also had a smile on his face.
If anyone were present, they would find that the smiles are so similar.
The same gloominess, the same coldness, the same...
Indiscriminate murder!!
Duanmu will not abandon or give up the Zanpakutō. If it is just the Zanpakutō that rebels, he may indeed give up or destroy the Zanpakutō altogether.
But in this current fight, the opponent is myself!
The secret rule-maker, the god who sits on the throne of space...
It’s myself!
Nothing can be more exciting than treating oneself as an opponent, not to mention that the opponent is a stronger, colder, and crueler version of himself!
In the past, I had no power and could only use the rules to kill people; but now, everything is different.
I already have the ability to kill with my own hands, so I don't need to use this trick at all.
but……
Without him, although the god in front of him still exists, his strength will probably be weaker.
Thinking of this, Duan Mu couldn't help but reveal a playful look in his eyes.
…
at the same time.
"I'm already following the rules of the game!!"
Nnoitra's angry roar came from above the No. 2 round platform. He looked at the attack above his head, and his face looked extremely ugly.
In his mind, he browsed through the game rules that were forcibly poured into his memory with great care.
According to the rules, when he lands on the round platform, he should have a rest period of half a minute, and then he will start attacking after half a minute. During this half minute, he can attack players in the safe zone; knock them out of the safe zone.
Going out, although you can't snatch the safety, you can let this space attack it.
Of course, players in the safe zone can also attack him, force him to make mistakes, and subject him to fatal punishment.
In short, the safe zone is for the defender and he is the attacker.
Every time he reaches a round platform, he can attack. If he knocks it out of the safe zone, the offensive concentrated on himself will be sharply reduced, making the next game easier for him.
Although he didn't know what was in the endless abyss under the round platform, Nnoitra could vaguely feel the danger below. Once he fell, he would most likely die here.
The danger is dangerous now, and I can barely cope with it despite being injured.
But he didn't dare to deliberately make mistakes and switch players.
Because when he makes a mistake, after the player switches, just like canceling the security protection initially, he will be attacked here without stopping.
Duan Mu will not be attacked during the journey from Arena No. 8 back to the starting point to prepare for the game, and he can rest for half a minute on each round platform, including the safe area.
That is to say...
With 8 round platforms, he can avoid all attacks within 4 minutes; but he will be attacked continuously for 4 minutes.
Although first movers have disadvantages, they also have advantages.
Nnoitra was pumping up his spiritual pressure like crazy. Just from the starting point to the No. 2 round platform, the steel skin, the strongest among his ten blades, was already overwhelmed. It was too difficult for him to hold on for four minutes.
It's too difficult, and it's not impossible to be knocked off the ring.
The only thing that made him happy was...
All attacks are only based on spiritual pressure and cannot limit the player's own quality, that is, physical strength. The reason why he can persist here is because of his proud steel skin.
"You've made a mistake."
Duan Mu's voice came, and Neutra looked up, only to find that Duan Mu had arrived at the edge of Round Platform No. 8 at some point, looking at the soles of his... feet.
Something went wrong?
Neutra looked along Duan Mu's gaze, and when she saw her feet on the round platform, her expression changed drastically!
One leg——!
At first, he just wanted to break through this area, and did not think about playing the so-called game according to the rules.
When he found that the surrounding offensive was too terrifying, he thought of abiding by the rules of the game.
However……
With both feet on the ground, he was already out.
Duan Mu jumped lightly to Round Platform No. 7 and looked at Nnoitra.
Neutra's worries are actually completely unnecessary.
Because there was only more than a minute left in the game, he only needed to resist for more than a minute before he would reach the time limit set by Duan Mu.
