Chapter 89: The Final War of World vs. World
Even powerhouses who didn't recognize Fisher—such as Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto and Yhwach—wore expressions of grim sobriety.
Just seeing the manner in which Fisher strolled forward was enough to make them feel an overwhelming presence from the depths of their souls, even from their very genes. That was no longer mere "strength"; it was a "Supreme Might" that stood above all.
The crowd had only felt a presence of this intensity from two others: the first was Ichigo Kurosaki, who had stood by with his hands in his pockets after unleashing his finishing move; the second was the Soul King.
Faced with Fisher's appearance, two people in particular were flooded with confusion: Byakuya Kuchiki and Sosuke Aizen. They had been spectators of the legendary battle between Ichigo and Fisher. At the time, while startled, they hadn't taken Fisher too seriously. His peak power then was only 30% Absolute Realm—a level hardly worth mentioning in the Seireitei.
Looking back now, Aizen and Byakuya understood the terror of Fisher's "Burnout Realm" and admired his Purity as a fighter, but that was as far as it went. After all, "burning out" had only yielded an incomplete 50% to 60% output. In the current "Purity 2.0" version—where the Absolute Realm ceiling had broken 99% and Ultimacy was becoming common—they couldn't bring themselves to praise him even if they wanted to.
Well, there was one thing worth praising: the Heavenly Fist Fisher threw before dying. After Ichigo's repeated refinement and innovation, it had leaped to become a legendary super-finisher. Even Yamamoto had given it a thumbs-up, calling it "potent enough to cause a flags-up."
Honestly, it was hard to say how much the "Ultimate Heavenly Fist" Ichigo used actually had to do with Fisher anymore!
But seeing Fisher—who had clearly burned to ash—mysteriously resurrected... well, resurrection wasn't the weird part. This was Hell; it wouldn't be strange for any dead person to pop up. Over the seven days of the Genesis of the Strong, plenty of "intruders" had appeared: ancient pure-blood nobles from the five Great Houses who had slept for hundreds of thousands of years; super Menos whose forms were nearly identical to the primordial Hollows; even an ultimate living fossil who fell into Hell during its embryonic stage before the Soul King's descent.
In a million years of Hell's history with no death, any freak could appear.
However, the Bleach world wasn't a high-fantasy cultivation novel where "older equals stronger." These old-timers performed average at best in this Genesis. Forget facing the Soul King—even the shockwaves from the fighters around Him (who were dying, resurrecting, and growing stronger with every punch) were enough to blast them away.
Fisher was different. He had returned with a power that could be called Supreme. It left Aizen's head full of question marks. Aizen even instinctively suspected someone was wearing Fisher's skin, but he quickly realized that at this juncture, the sudden appearance of an unknown Supreme Being was weird enough that whether it was truly Fisher didn't really matter.
At this moment, it was Uryu Ishida, the former victim, who stepped forward to confirm Fisher's identity.
No questions were needed. Just feeling that aura made every hair on Uryu's body scream hysterically: this was the real Fisher.
In this world, Uryu might be the person who understood Fisher best. He knew the brand of Vaseline Fisher held, its scent, its irritant level, its price, its lubrication, its place of origin, and even its factory distribution volume. This was because, just before the "act," Fisher had introduced it to him in detail. Never mind why a black-hearted politician owned a Vaseline factory; every detail of that special edition jar was seared into Uryu's traumatized soul.
"Fisher... I thought you had vanished into ash. To think you've resurrected in Hell! For this, I must thank destiny, for it gives me the chance to BLAST YOU INTO DUST, YOU DEAD PERVERT, GODDAMMIT!!!"
It was hard to describe Uryu's mood. It was terror, but also ecstasy. Amidst boundless rage, a killing intent was born. Even seeing his enemy Mayuri hadn't felt this "explosive."
Without needing to consciously drive his power, every cell in Uryu's body wanted to jump out and scream, launching a sublimated Reishi Blasting Fist at Fisher. He thought it, and he did it. He threw a punch with absolute violence!
Was Fisher's resurrected strength suspiciously high? Uryu didn't spend a single second on that thought. He just wanted to T.M.D. (f*cking) punch him.
The seven-day War of Genesis had granted Uryu the ultimate harvest. In an instant, he stepped into the "Burnout" self-destruction realm. His body began to disintegrate as he unleashed a 90% Absolute Realm + 20% Ultimacy Reishi Blasting Fist.
Twelve energy wings flickered on his shoulders; boundless Reishi swept through like an ocean of light. This strike was nearly identical to the Ultimate Reishi Blasting Fist Mo Yu had once used. This extreme power naturally triggered a phenomenon: the Hunter-Beast of the Light River born from Uryu's will descended upon the battlefield, buffing him and hunting enemies on its own.
Fisher's response was to simply extend a broad palm and catch Uryu's fist. His eyes held an unspeakable tenderness!
"Boy... compared to your green self back then, you've become so much more delicious. Sadly..."
What happened? In that instant, Uryu was struck by total confusion. Every ounce of power he unleashed simply "vanished" upon hitting Fisher's palm. It was like punching into the empty sky—the force met no resistance, yet was naturally ground away by an infinite distance.
"My appetite is much larger now. If you want to satisfy me, you'll have to try harder. No matter; when I'm free, the toys in my warehouses will surely make you even more outstanding—more savory. For now... just like before, go wait by the 'referee.' Let me catch up with my other old friends..."
Gripping Uryu's hand, Fisher gave a casual toss. Uryu was sent flying like a cannonball toward Rukia. Rukia caught him, her feet plowing deep trenches into the earth, but she couldn't stop the momentum and was pushed back nearly three kilometers.
Fisher's gaze swept over the powerhouses, lingering for a moment on Ichigo (who still had his hands in his pockets). He smiled, almost as a greeting. Ichigo stared back, seemingly sizing him up, before eventually smiling and waving back.
Finally, Fisher's eyes landed on Mo Yu!
Though His end was near, Mo Yu's attitude remained leisurely. He laughed:
"Uryu's eyes are still lacking. He didn't see through your essence and actually thought you were a resurrected Fisher. However, I am curious: as the Progenitor Hollow, you had several choices for a vessel. Aizen or Ichigo would have been excellent choices—despite the risk of failure. Rukia was a top-tier fallback. Even any random Hollow would have sufficed. Why did you choose... Fisher?"
The title "Progenitor Hollow" shifted the atmosphere instantly, though most looked confused. Even in the secret archives of the Great Noble Houses, there were only brief, vague mentions that the Soul King killed the primordial Menos to prevent them from devouring each other and leaving only one "Ultimate Hollow."
The archives never mentioned that while the Ultimate Hollow had not yet "descended," it already existed. For a million years, it had silently influenced the Three Worlds as the core source for all souls falling into Hollowfication.
There was no point in dwelling on the past now, for the Progenitor had arrived in the flesh. Aizen and Rukia's expressions shifted; realizing they could have been used as vessels was not good news. Only Ichigo remained calm, showing a hint of subtle expectation.
Fisher tilted his head, looked at the three mentioned by Mo Yu, and spoke:
"I actually spent quite a while choosing. Ichigo is a beast; the two guys he has pinned in his mental world are suffering so badly I couldn't help but shake my head—even now, they're still being pummeled. Aizen and Rukia were good, but they lacked a bit of 'seasoning.' I looked around and found this form most suitable. Besides... I am Fisher. The true, real Fisher..."
As he spoke, the Progenitor's tone grew heavy, as if he placed an unusual value on the name and existence of Fisher. And he had a reason.
The Progenitor, existing but not descended, had only one medium in the Three Worlds: the Eerie Moon of Hueco Mundo! While He had not yet "born," He had been hunting and feeding since ancient times. When a soul falls and becomes an evil spirit, a hole appears in the chest where the "heart" should be. That is His gaze and His mark. The bone-fluid emerging from the hole is His hunting tentacle.
When the fall is complete, He finishes the meal. The "Heart"—the condensation of all a soul's desires and will—is His delicacy. After falling, Hollows undergo a drastic personality shift; even a loving brother like Orihime's wanted only to eat his sister. Fundamentally, his "Heart" had been eaten by the Progenitor. He was tortured by the spiritual void and driven mad. In the original series, Ulquiorra Cifer had sensed this; possessing the power of a second release, he constantly pondered what a "Heart" was, searching for the one he had lost.
For a million years, the Progenitor lived like this: hunting and eating. But He was just a void. He was the Supreme Source, yet emptier than any Hollow. He devoured hearts but never possessed one. He ate but was never satisfied, for that was His essence. Existence exists to devour; such is destiny!
Then, one day, something the Progenitor never expected happened. A "scrap" He had once chewed on actually reclaimed a "Heart"! Though still empty and bewildered, Fisher's clenched fists had grasped the meaning of his existence. The Progenitor cast His gaze.
Then, a miracle occurred. By following that gaze, the "scrap"—at the very brink of "burning out"—connected directly with Him. To the Progenitor, this was a ghost story: he didn't even know where he "was," yet someone had found his front door. Had He not lacked a voice setting at the time, He would have shouted about how miraculous Purity was.
Regardless, in that moment, the "scrap" offered Him everything, including that second-forged "Heart." And He accepted. That second heart was an "ultimate delicacy" He had never tasted in a million years!
A life of nothingness, yet possessing everything because of clenched fists. Empty, bewildered eyes, yet erupting with resolute, brilliant light because they focused on an opponent. Discarding everything in a burnout just to possess something greater! In those final seconds, the "scrap" felt zero emptiness—only infinite satisfaction.
That satisfaction left an indelible mark even in the Progenitor's empty chest.
So... the void of a Hollow's heart can actually be filled.
He realized this for the first time. Then, having never "thought" beyond hunting and eating for eons, He began to think. And after thinking, He made a decision. He put on that "Heart." He went from It to Him!
Fisher returned. A resumed life, re-clenched fists, a retread path—all just to fill that infinite void once more.
Mo Yu stared at the Progenitor. While the entity claimed to be Fisher, Mo Yu saw it as the Progenitor wearing Fisher's memories and personality as an immersive COS-play.
But Mo Yu didn't care. The Progenitor was the source of all Hollows and their final collective; it had no "self." It could be anyone, and anyone could be it. Since it now held Fisher's memories, will, and personality as its foundation, the distinction between "Progenitor" and "Fisher" was moot.
Coincidentally, the existence of "Fisher" was the same. The Hollow that killed Ichigo's mother was Grand Fisher. His name was just a single word: [Hollow]. "Fisher" was just a phonetic translation with no meaning. But in this world-bubble's plot, the name Fisher had gained a unique, indelible significance.
Fisher wouldn't care if his existence was "real" or "illusory." Clenched fists were the meaning of existence; the fist thrown forward was the answer to all questions. Born from illusion, yet condensing a self-truth, he filled his own void with the "Fullness" of his absolute will.
Who am I? Who is me? To Fisher, such questions were of pathetic Purity!
In this sense, Fisher and the Progenitor were a perfect match. Though, in terms of realm, the Progenitor was actually reaching "up" for Fisher. At least the Progenitor still cared about "who am I," whereas Fisher would simply coat his fists in Vaseline and scream about battling chrysanthemums! (Don't ask if it rhymes; ask if it's "Fisher Style").
Ichigo had sensed this immediately. That was why he distinguished the Progenitor from Fisher and greeted him calmly.
But none of that mattered now. Mo Yu smiled faintly:
"Enough with the pleasantries. Progenitor... no, Fisher. Let me ask you: in this moment of the holy curtain call, have you come to fulfill your destiny?"
Fisher smiled gently. "Yes. I have come for that destiny. In the moment of your death—the moment Hell truly uses your body to descend—I shall eat It!"
Back at the dawn of time, the Three Great Tribulations were born. The Soul King descended to arrange their suppression. The Reishi Stagnation was mitigated by the Soul Reapers. The Progenitor's Birth was suppressed by the Quincies. And the final Tribulation—Hell's Consumption—was to be answered by the Hollows.
If Hell were to swallow everything, the Last and Final Hollow would descend to swallow Hell in turn.
Devouring vs. Devouring. Honestly, it wasn't a great plan. Even if the Progenitor won, it wouldn't "solve" anything.
Or to be more blunt: none of the three solutions truly "solved" the tribulations. But the world doesn't seek the optimal solution; it seeks the fittest one. Only sentient life tirelessly pursues perfection.
(Side note: In the "Hell IF" timeline, why didn't the Progenitor descend? Because while the Three Worlds looked swallowed, it was only the beginning of the digestion process. The Progenitor wouldn't have appeared until Bleach 3 or Bleach 4).
But that didn't matter. Mo Yu had rewritten the script. All accounts would be settled in Bleach 1.
"The farewell battle between the world and life ends with the Soul King's death. Now, what plays out is the war of old grudges: World vs. World. Fisher, come! Let us witness the outcome of the struggle that began a million years ago between the Chaos World and the Hell World—to see who wins at last!!!"
Mo Yu slowly closed His eyes. Death arrived in that instant.
Endless Hell-miasma erupted from the Soul King's body with such force that the vessel began to melt. The body mutated and swelled, limbs twisting as tentacles reached out, transforming into a monster named "Hell."
Image? Style-points? Those were the concerns of the Three Worlds. Hell had never cared. The bizarre forms of its residents proved its aesthetic was beyond twisted.
When "He" opened His eyes again, the pupils had shifted from black to blood-red. Countless red eyes opened across the writhing tentacles.
"A battle of worlds? I look forward to it."
Fisher didn't care about the form. He stepped forward with a faint smile, tossed his chrysanthemums and Vaseline into the air, clenched his fists, and punched!
The Kaiser Shockwave Fisher once used had changed. Boundless spiritual power transformed into a purple-black energy blast, kilometers wide, descending from the heavens!
Fisher didn't stop. He hammered the area with continuous strikes! Giant shockwaves stacked atop one another, their potential and energy multiplying as they accelerated downward. The majesty was truly world-ending.
When the attacks landed, not only was the monster "Hell" struck, but the entire realm of Hell took massive damage. But the wounds healed instantly. There is no death in Hell—representing its chaotic nature. Fisher didn't care. He silently devoured the shattered fragments he blasted off Hell's "body."
Countless tentacles lunged from "Hell," each carrying terrifying power, attacking and eroding Fisher! But Fisher countered without hesitation, devouring as he fought.
Every powerhouse retreated—not just from the shockwaves, but because they sensed this battle belonged to Hell and Chaos alone. Only Ichigo remained, hands in his pockets, standing his ground. Every shockwave that drew near him collapsed into nothingness, as if beaten by an invisible force.
Ichigo didn't focus on the fight. To him, it was unexpectedly boring. He simply looked up at the sky.
Genesis continued. An eerie purple moon and a terrifying black sun appeared in the sky. The black sun shed light that distorted and mutated everything it touched; the purple moon shed light that induced rot and corruption to devour all.
Hell's Sun and the Hollow's Moon coexisted. "Sun and Moon Shining Together" brought not a miracle, but a deep calamity as they fought to the death. The influence spread: all four seasons appeared at once, crushing each other. Storms and droughts, floods and lightning—all became chaotic. Whether they were Three World refugees or Hell residents, everyone felt the terror.
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