Marvel With Zanpakutou

It had been seventy hours since Frank entered Abyss of Despair.

During this period.

Frank tried to climb up countless times, even using his teeth to bite the bulge on the rock wall, just to replace his hands and let him climb a little higher!

But even so, Frank's best record only climbed up two or three meters, and the price was a good tooth.

"Time is almost up."

Lod thought to himself, "Frank... don't force me to kill you with my own hands."

Abyss of Despair went down.

Frank and hollow lay weakly on the ground, a hint of bitterness on their faces.

He had been careless.

He had originally thought that as Lod had said, finding the power hidden in the depths of his soul was very simple.

However, after these dozens of hours and countless attempts, Frank was on the verge of despair. There was even a trace of doubt in his heart, thinking that Lod was lying to him!

Where was the power hidden in the depths of his soul?

In this silent and quiet darkness, Frank had called out countless times, prayed countless times, and even begged... but he had not received a response!

Only the chains became shorter under the erosion, and now only the short section of his chest was left.

The pain of his soul and the despair in his heart all indicated his ending, and he would disappear like this chain!

But Frank was unwilling.

His consciousness gradually became hazy, and Frank felt as if he had a dream.

In the dream, there were his family, and there were also the dead souls that had died under his hands. These scenes were switched back and forth, like a lantern running on horseback.

...

A cold touch came. Frank opened his eyes and found himself lying in the ruins.

It was raining heavily in the gray sky.

The raindrops fell on his body, cold and bone-chilling. Frank slowly got up and his eyes were a little confused. "Where... is this place?"

"This is your inner world."

A man in a white trench coat appeared. His appearance was somewhat similar to Frank.

"You... Who are you?"

Frank immediately raised his vigilance. All the muscles in his body were tight and ready to fight back at any time.

"Pitiful... pathetic..."

Frank, who was in white, said coldly, "How many times do I have to call you to hear my name?"

Frank's eyes turned cold. "I've never seen you before. Who are you? Why do you look like me?"

"Can't you tell?"

The white-robed Frank sneered, his face showing disdain. "I am you... Frank!"

"You are me?"

A light flashed in Frank's mind. He suddenly remembered what Lod had said before. He subconsciously asked, "You are the power hidden in my soul that Lod said?"

"You can say that."

The white-robed Frank said lightly, "But to be more accurate, it should be the power of death god that belongs to you."

"Great!"

Frank's eyes lit up. "Hurry up and give me strength, or I'll turn into a monster!"

"Give you strength?"

"Frank, you might have made a mistake."

"What do you mean?"

Frank frowned and asked in confusion, "Aren't you my power?"

"Tell me, what do you want?"

Frank said coldly.

"I..."

Frank was suddenly stunned and did not know how to answer this question.

Yes... What do I want?

He had never thought about this before and only took revenge with anger.

Destroy all sins!

But when Frank asked, Frank suddenly did not know how to answer this question.

"Frank..."

"Do you remember how many lives fell under your muzzle?" Frank said lightly.

A hundred, two hundred?

Or a thousand, two thousand?

What are you pursuing?

Revenge?

Or uphold justice?

Or is it just venting his anger?

Tell me, Frank!

Are you an avenger or a Mandated Punisher?

Frank clenched his fists, blue veins popping up on his forehead. "Is there any difference?"

"There's a difference..."

Frank, in white, had a deep gaze. "I need to know your answer. Tell me your real answer, Frank!"

Frank was silent.

Just as Frank in white had said, most of the time, he could not figure it out.

Was he an avenger swallowed by anger, or was he an executioner who executed justice?

Frank lowered his head. His eyes were full of loneliness. He muttered to himself,

"I was desperate..."

I was also disappointed...

Every time I thought back to that day, when the sinful bullets pierced their chests, my anger could not be contained. It was even about to swallow my reason!

I know very well...

As long as there are benefits in this world, then sin will never be eliminated. This is a lonely and endless war!

Anger is my bullet!

Hatred is my blood!

And justice... is my belief!

Since the law and order can not be judged, then I will be the one to punish and protect the ridiculous and pale justice!

To use violence to suppress violence, to repay blood with blood!

This is not revenge... It is punishment!

The sinner should be killed!

Frank's eyes were red and he roared. The invisible spiritual energy shook and set off a soaring tornado!

"Remember your belief at this moment..."

Frank, in white, revealed a smile with a trace of gratification and pity.

"Call... Frank!"

"Call... my name!"

...

Boom!!!!

A burning meteor shot into the sky from the bottom of the pit and then quickly fell on the ground!

"Oh?"

Lod raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a smile, "It seems that you have succeeded, Frank."

Frank, who was wearing a black windbreaker, had a huge white skull imprinted on his back, and on his hand was zanpakuto, who belonged to him alone!

Unlike Lod's zanpakuto, Frank's zanpakuto was a standard western knight sword.

This sword had no gorgeous appearance, no gorgeous decorations, just an ordinary and simple sword that could be easily overlooked!

"This sword..."

Lod's gaze fell on the knight sword, and he was slightly surprised in his heart.

Zanpakuto was the manifestation of his soul. In other words, the style, appearance, and ability were all related to his soul.

However, Frank's zanpakuto was actually an ordinary western knight sword. This was somewhat beyond Lod's expectations.

"Thank you."

After Frank thanked Lod, he turned to look at the sword in his hand and muttered, "Is this... my power?"

"Congratulations."

Lod clapped his hands and said, "From today on, you are no longer Frank, but death god - Frank!"

"Ha..."

Frank grinned and shook his head. "Compared to the title of death god, I liked The Punisher better."

"Then the third lesson ---"

Lod pulled out sword from his cane and pointed it at Frank. "Let me see your zanpakuto ability."

Compared to Frank calling death god, he was more curious about the ability of this seemingly ordinary sword.

"Good!"

Frank did not object. He smiled and said, "I was almost killed by you. It is not too much for me to unleash my sword, is it?"

Lod smiled and said, "If you can do it."

"Be careful, Lod."

Frank used his rough hand to touch the sword, and his eyes were heavy. He said in a low voice, "This is my first time using it. If I kill you, I will not be responsible!"

"Come on!"

Lod narrowed his eyes, and the huge Spiritual Power was instantly released, like a landslide or tsunami, rolling up waves of wind and waves in the air!

Frank crossed his sword in front of his chest, glared at him, growled, and said,

"Justice is pale and humble, but it is not powerless!"

"Shikai - Pale Justice"

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