Reborn with Steve Stand-Chapter 865: New World!

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“So that’s your ability, huh?”

Hearing Fang Mo’s explanation, Aizen seemed to recall the moves Fang Mo had used in the past. “Defeat the enemy, seal them away, and then command their power through the weapon itself. Interesting.”

“Hmm? What’s that?”

From the other end of the table, Rin Tohsaka shot Fang Mo a surprised look. “You have that kind of power?”

“He definitely does,” Logan answered with a nod. “He once sealed an enemy inside a golden toilet. Anyone who sat on it to do their business could use that enemy’s powers.”

“A golden toilet…figures.”

The Summoned rubbed her forehead, sounding exhausted. “That’s exactly the sort of thing he’d pull off…”

“Hah! Didn’t I just say so?” Boros laughed boisterously. “He loves sealing his enemies in crap. Weren’t you guys listening earlier?”

“Quite a useful power,” Aizen remarked with a faint smile after hearing everyone’s commentary. “So…are you interested in Kyōka Suigetsu’s hypnosis ability, or do you see it as a threat?”

“It’s not exactly a threat.”

Fang Mo spread his hands. “If I had to put it one way, you could say I’m just…curious.”

He wasn’t lying. At this stage, his own mental sphere was so vast that ordinary spiritual or psychic attacks were like trying to douse an entire ocean with a single drop of water—no real effect. But psychic abilities, well…they might be harmless in terms of raw damage, yet they could be incredibly insulting, in a way.

If a psychic attacker did try something on him, it would amount to giving themselves a life sentence of never-ending torment, effectively growing immortal cancer all over their body. In the end, they’d wind up like Jason…where even death would be a luxury.

“Just…curiosity?” Aizen asked with amused interest. “You don’t really strike me as someone who likes illusions.”

“Well, that depends,” Fang Mo said with a shrug. “I’m a bit of a hoarder. Whenever I come across some unique ability or item, I want to collect it. It’s like a Kamen Rider belt—maybe I won’t actually use it in a serious fight, but I want to have it for my own enjoyment. You get what I’m saying?”

“I see. Yes, I do.”

Aizen nodded. “So, Hōgyoku ended up in your collection too?”

“Yeah, about that…kind of embarrassing, but…” Fang Mo laughed. “I accidentally blew yours up, so I had to make one of my own later on.”

“…You destroyed the Hōgyoku?”

Aizen looked genuinely surprised. “I believed it was indestructible.”

“It’s only unbreakable in your world,” Fang Mo explained simply. “Your power system there is built on reishi, whereas other worlds follow different laws. When these conflicting power systems collide, it’s like brute force smashing a brick. Think about how you used spiritual pressure to crush other Shinigami.”

“Fascinating.”

Aizen chuckled again. “But I’d guess it also had a lot to do with your personal strength. You seem much stronger now than you were back then.”

“Oh, yeah. I’ve gotten just a tiny bit stronger,” Fang Mo said nonchalantly. “But it’s not like I bother keeping track of my power level anymore. Long story short, I’m invincible here. That’s all you need to know.”

“Invincible, huh?”

Aizen murmured. “Not exactly a flattering term.”

“Well, that’s just how it is,” Fang Mo answered with a shrug. “See the planet beneath our feet? In my world, it’s so small it’s not even a speck of dust. If I wanted, I could don a pair of overalls and dribble it like a basketball.”

“Please don’t,” Logan groaned, pressing a hand to his forehead.

“I’m just being figurative,” Fang Mo said, rolling his eyes. He then continued for Aizen—and everyone else’s—benefit: “Time, space, reality, causality, life, death…all these concepts, all these rules and orders, exist here solely on my whim. I am everything, and everything is me.”

“Oh, right, speaking of which…”

Fang Mo suddenly smacked his forehead. “I’m thinking of building an afterlife once we finish eating. I just realized there’s no cycle of life and death here yet.”

“An afterlife?”

Aizen clearly found that intriguing. “Like Soul Society or Hueco Mundo? Do you plan to become a Spirit King?”

“Or maybe more like the Underworld, or the Realm of the Dead?” Rin Tohsaka frowned. “Or the Throne of Heroes, for that matter? I recall you being very interested in that concept.”

“No, none of those.”

Fang Mo shook his head. “I just want a plain old afterlife. Once anyone dies, they go there. And, to show my benevolence and generosity, I’m adding an extra rule.”

“A rule? What rule?”

Everyone perked up at that. Even the Ancient One looked at Fang Mo curiously.

“I’m adding a ‘revival tournament’ mechanism!”

Fang Mo waved his hand dramatically.

“Surprised, right? Yep, in the afterlife I set up, the dead can fight in a tournament to come back to life. So now everyone can go around shouting, ‘Kids, I’m back!’”

“…Huh?!”

That left the group flabbergasted.

“And, since some mighty champions might hog the top spots forever, never dying and preventing weaker folks from winning… I thoughtfully included a gatekeeper for the afterlife.”

“You’d better not mean that basketball guy…”

Logan’s expression went dark as coal. He wasn’t sure how to respond to such lunacy. Did dying mean being forced to endure the elbow strikes of some deceased sports star? That was insane.

But just as Logan was thinking that, Fang Mo suddenly waved his hand, pulling a mysterious “No” expression.

“Wrong! The gatekeeper isn’t Kobe—” Fang Mo smacked the table and stood. He started wiggling in some bizarre, abstract dance, then thrust a thumbs-up. “It’s Hawking!”

“You’re out of your freaking mind…”

“What the hell’s wrong with you?!”

“Hawking, seriously…?”

Rin Tohsaka, Logan, Aki Hayakawa—all modern folks who’d heard of Stephen Hawking—were practically yelling in disbelief.

Even Aizen, who had no clue who that was, struggled to hold a straight face at Fang Mo’s weird dance.

“Heh heh…”

After a brief silence, Aizen broke into a gentle smile. “No, I like it. When you stand at the summit of the heavens, you should shape the world to your will.”

“You seriously don’t see how messed up he is?” Logan was exasperated.

“What’s so wrong with it?” Aizen countered with a grin. “When people cultivate farmland, do they seek permission from the weeds and the ants? Rather than call it the whim of a god, I’d say it’s the natural state of things. A god’s job is to make the world obey his will, not cave to the will of the majority.”

“…”

Logan frowned. He was already sure he wouldn’t get along with Aizen.

“Haha, nicely put,” Boros chimed in. “The victor takes the spoils. Anywhere in the universe, only the winner has the right to rule.”

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“Okay, enough of that, let’s shelve the debate,” Fang Mo said, clapping his hands twice. “First, let’s have dinner. You’ve all met. If you want to argue more, we can do it later.”

With that announcement, Shirou Emiya and Sakura Matou emerged from the kitchen carrying trays of food. Seeing the mouthwatering aroma, everyone stopped fussing. Even Aizen simply complimented Shirou on his delicious tofu dish.

As they ate, Fang Mo filled Aizen in on “the rules” of this place. Well, not rules so much as a verbal heads-up that he shouldn’t do anything too outrageous; there was no specific measure for it, just Fang Mo’s personal mood. Fang Mo basically said that by letting Aizen out of prison, he was showing him some “respect.” So, if Aizen intended to remain free, he’d better not do anything that would shame Fang Mo, or he’d be locked up again.

Aizen, being a smart man, offered no argument. He just smiled and handed over Kyōka Suigetsu. Despite having supposedly been shattered during the final battle, that Zanpakutō was strangely…still around. You never really knew how it worked.

In the source material, Aizen’s blade was broken in the story, yet in the Thousand-Year Blood War arc, he used illusions to deceive Yhwach. Even while sealed in the Muken, he could still cast illusions. If that wasn’t Kyōka Suigetsu, what was?

Some theorized that once Aizen fused with the Hōgyoku, his soul underwent a total reorganization, so the blade’s abilities became part of him. But Fang Mo didn’t care how Aizen made a new weapon. He had what he wanted. Without delay, he returned to the Minecraft world and fashioned a rough new weapon shell.

Once that was done, he went back to the White Earth and used his dimensional powers to parse the fundamentals of Kyōka Suigetsu. Through brute force analysis, he replicated it well enough—a passable copy.

Then Fang Mo pulled out his newly minted “mianhua suigetsu” (“Cotton Flower Water Moon”?), releasing Jason from inside it. Jason was that illusionist from the X-Men instance, a telepathic mutant. After Fang Mo force-fed him two Golden Apples, Jason’s mental abilities had reached nearly Omega level. Once Fang Mo released him, he immediately stuffed the copy of the new weapon into Jason’s hands.

“Huh? Wh-what?”

Jason froze for a moment, then realized what was happening. “Wait, no! I didn’t mean— I won’t—!”

Too late. Fang Mo raised the pinkish weapon and stabbed Jason in the chest. Its acid-resistant aluminum blade sucked Jason in like dough, dragging him inside.

“Yeah…not bad.”

Fang Mo swung the new toy around, nodding in satisfaction.

After that, Fang Mo paused to think.

He wanted to go home, spend some time relaxing with his partner and Ah Xue. But, because he’d gotten a little “carried away” before, he felt kind of awkward about going back right away. He knew his little partner’s temper—she’d definitely hold a grudge, and if he returned now, she’d have it in for him.

Which spelled trouble, right? Sure, being a bratty gremlin girl could be fun sometimes, but her pulling that routine on him, and probably using her own dimensional powers in the process, was more than he could tolerate.

“So maybe I should earn a bit of credit first?”

That thought gave Fang Mo an idea.

She’d complained that he never stuck around to complete any storylines. So maybe he’d pick a short one, finish it off, and then come back to show her. Perfect.

That settled, Fang Mo summoned Steve.

“Let’s see…something with a fairly short storyline…”

Rummaging in his inventory, he soon found an Book of Ages labeled Hellsing. After a moment of hesitation, he right-clicked it.

“This one. Perfect!”

Endless black particles rushed out, swallowing Fang Mo’s figure whole.

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