Soon, Yhwach, armed with the Almighty, facing multiple prime Yamamoto, went from gradually losing ground to a complete rout.
His Almighty, at its core, was just swapping future possibilities with current reality.
But the problem was, against an opponent with too vast a power gap, there was no possibility of winning in any future.
It was like how Chinese's national football team might, with the referee's help, the opponent taking bribes, or the sponsor's backing, have a chance to qualify for the World Cup.
But no amount of help would let them win the World Cup's championship.
If Yhwach with the awakened Almighty was Level 100, he might, with various advantages, beat a Level 150 to Level 200 opponent. But beating a Level 999 opponent was simply impossible.
That was exactly the situation Yhwach faced now.
Under the siege of four prime Yamamotos created by Makoto's creation power, his limbs were pinned to the ground by four Ryujin Jakka, like a sinner awaiting judgment.
Four pitch-black blades pierced through his wrists and ankles, nailing him to the center of the Seireitei's ruins, already devastated by the battle.
The countless Almighty eyes covering his face were now spinning at an unprecedented frequency, desperately searching through countless timelines for a future where he could escape this predicament.
Makoto slowly descended from mid-air, stopping before Yhwach. He looked down at the Quincy King, pinned to the ground and unable to move, and said with a grin, "Alright, time to go."
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could I, how could I lose!"
Even with his limbs pinned, Yhwach still screamed in defiance. The countless eyes on his face writhed frantically, observing futures across parallel timelines.
Yet there was not a single line where he survived.
The Almighty searched through countless timelines repeatedly. Every single one ended the same way... he fell under Makoto's blade, the Wandenreich collapsed, and his thousand-year ambition turned to nothing.
Makoto raised his left hand. The pure black chainsaw slowly accelerated, emitting a low hum.
He didn't say another word. He simply swung down cleanly.
Everything was settled.
The surviving Sternritter, Bambietta, Liltotto Lamperd, and the others, having witnessed Makoto's overwhelming power that crushed Yhwach, naturally didn't dare to cause any trouble.
The remaining Quincy soldiers disarmed themselves, tearing the star badges from their chests and throwing them to the ground. The clattering sounds echoed through the silent ruins.
Kyoraku sheathed Katen Kyokotsu and asked respectfully, "Soul King, how should we deal with these people?"
Makoto said casually, "Aren't there still two Captain vacancies in the Gotei 13?"
As soon as he said this, the scene erupted in uproar.
Toshiro instinctively frowned, his eyes full of reluctance: "They are our enemies."
Makoto turned and asked him back, "When Hinamori Momo defected nine years ago, wasn't she also an enemy?"
Toshiro was completely stunned.
It just showed that everyone was hypocritical.
Kyoraku, however, wasn't surprised by Makoto's proposal.
"The Soul King truly thinks far ahead. Allowing Quincies to join the Seireitei would convey the Soul King's philosophy of coexistence and unity across the three worlds."
Kyoraku said, rubbing his hands together.
Makoto blinked.
Honestly, he hadn't thought that far ahead. He just felt that such powerful combatants could still be useful, and it would be a shame to just kill them.
Besides, his group would be leaving this world soon, so he should leave the Soul Society some immediate combat power.
"Makoto—!"
Just then, the Nakiri sisters, the Nakano quintuplets, Kaguya, Ai, and the others swarmed around Makoto.
Miku hugged Makoto's waist, buried her face in his chest, and started crying, as if she wanted to pour out a century of longing all at once.
Kaguya stood nearby, a hint of her usual tsundere smile on her face, but her eyes were already red.
This scene stunned Nel, Harribel, and the other new harem members.
'Who were all these women?'
Makoto, holding the most emotional Miku, reached out and ruffled Yunyun's hair, letting their tears and snot smear all over his chest.
After becoming the Soul King nine years ago, he had indeed had limited opportunities to see these girls.
It was all to set a trap for the Sternritter.
Just then, the Reincarnation System's voice echoed after a hundred years.
[Congratulations to the player for clearing the dungeon: Unify the Three Worlds]
[Congratulations to the player for fully clearing the dungeon world: Shinigami World]
[MVP recipient: Nishikawa Makoto]
[About to teleport back to the real world]
[Countdown: 9, 8, 7...]
Makoto smiled. The girls surrounding him also showed satisfied smiles.
After over a hundred years, the gathered Nishikawa Family was finally going home.
Although Yoruichi, Orihime, and other newly initiated girls felt a little uncomfortable seeing so many women suddenly appear,
In the end, they chose to accept it.
They'd just make do. It's not like they could get a divorce, right?
After returning to the real world, an unprecedented grand party was held at Makoto's palace.
It wasn't any holiday, yet it was such a huge event that the reporters stationed outside the palace were baffled.
They even wondered if it's because one of the Mrs. Nishikawa was pregnant.
Because in the real world, although they had spent a full century in the Bleach World, only an instant had passed here.
At the party, the girls who had previously been in a 'more than friends, less than lovers' relationship with Makoto, after a century of separation, finally stopped hesitating.
Ijichi Nijika dragged Kita Ikuyo's hand and walked up to Makoto, saying with a smile, "Please take care of us from now on."
Her meaning was obvious.
Everyone nearby was stunned.
And Bocchi, the third member of the Kessoku Band, after a couple of drinks, mustered the greatest courage of her life and stammered out a confession she had held back for a century. She nearly evaporated on the spot.
As for Kitagawa Marin and Momoi Satsuki, who had long coveted Makoto, there was no need to even mention them.
It wasn't until the next day's sun slowly rose over the horizon that this unprecedented feast barely ended.
But what no one expected was that just as Makoto and the girls were finally about to retire, the door slowly opened.
A relatively slender figure stood at the doorway. The first rays of morning light fell on her, gilding her long, straight black hair.
Without a word, the woman unstrapped the Hyorinmaru from her waist and leaned it against the wall by the door. Then she began to shed her light-colored kimono as she walked toward Makoto.
…
Three years later.
Mrs. Yukinoshita lazily reclined on a wide wicker lounge chair in the palace's back garden, unconsciously stroking her slightly bulging belly.
She half-closed her eyes, as if talking to herself or complaining to the other sisters sunbathing nearby: "I never expected that annoying system to actually leave us alone for three whole years. Honestly, it's a little lonely."
"Why are you so masochistic?"
An unsparing retort came from a nearby hammock.
Nayuta was curled up in the hammock, one leg dangling over the edge.
Hearing this, Mrs. Yukinoshita was furious. She whipped her head around, but when she saw it was Nayuta, she forcibly swallowed her anger.
In the entire Nishikawa Family, only this little terror was truly not to be messed with.
"Nayuta, don't be like that..."
Megumi, sitting on another wicker chair, sighed helplessly.
Her hand also rested on her own heavily pregnant belly.
Unlike Mrs. Yukinoshita, who was just beginning to show, Megumi's belly was already round and full, probably due any month now.
Nayuta pouted, her gaze moving between Mrs. Yukinoshita and Megumi's clearly pregnant bellies.
She couldn't help but mutter to herself, 'How much longer would it be before I had any reaction?'
Just then, a cheerful voice called out from outside the garden gate.
"Makoto-nii—! Onee-chan—! I'm here to play!"
Everyone turned their heads in unison toward the voice.
What came into view was a face ninety percent similar to Bocchi's, with fluffy short pink hair and big round eyes that sparkled with a boldness and curiosity completely different from her sister's.
A little girl, no more than ten years old, came running toward them on her short legs.
She was Gotoh Hitori, Bocchi's younger sister... Gotoh Futari.
Completely different from her socially anxious sister, she was a true social terror.
"Megumi-nee! Nayuta-nee!"
Futari skidded to a stop in front of the women, her gaze sweeping over them. She tilted her head and asked, "Where's Onee-chan?"
Nayuta rolled over in her hammock. "Busy making a niece for you. Big-breasted girls really are horny..."
"Huh?"
Futari blinked.
Megumi shot Nayuta another glare, her tone carrying a hint of helplessness: "What are you saying in front of a child?"
And in this lazy, warm afternoon atmosphere, after three years, that all-too-familiar voice finally echoed again in the minds of Makoto and the girls.
[Reincarnation Game, preparing to start.]
[Dungeon World: Pokémon World]
[Synopsis: ...]
Deep within the palace's bedroom, Makoto, who had been vigorously thrusting into the four little ones of the Kessoku Band, paused his movements slightly.
A smile curved at the corner of his mouth.
[Game Start.]
This is the end, and also the beginning.