Me Up!
Thank you, Morrison.
Thank you, Dragon Gang.
Thank you, CCTV.
Uh…
seems I’ve drifted off track there.
In short, Lorde was deeply grateful for their selfless contributions, which had granted him two medium-quality souls.
One came from Morrison after his transformation into a Soul Reaper; the other, from the low-grade Hollow.
A medium-quality soul was worth far more than a low-grade one.
Not only did it unlock the System’s medium card pool, but it also slashed the cost of a ten-pull—from a thousand down to just a hundred.
On top of that, medium souls could be spent in the System’s monthly rotating shop, which stocked some genuinely excellent items.
This gave Lorde an idea—a business opportunity, so to speak.
One Hollow and one Soul Reaper had yielded two medium souls.
So what if there were a hundred Hollows and a hundred Soul Reapers?
Using the properties of the Abyss of Despair, he could cultivate the souls of ordinary people into Hollows or Soul Reapers, then kill them himself.
This kind of farming—essentially exploiting a loophole in the System—could net him a massive stockpile of souls in a short amount of time.
Scale it up, run it a few more times, and reaching Skyfather level might not be far off.
But on second thought, Lorde reined himself in.
Tempting as the idea was, the risk far outweighed the reward.
Did he really think the Sorcerer Supreme was blind?
The number of souls lost so far was small—nowhere near the number of people who died on Earth daily—so it hadn’t drawn attention.
But if he kept going, if the scale grew and the losses mounted, it would eventually catch the Sorcerer Supreme’s eye.
Facing down The Ancient One?
No thanks.
Lorde didn’t have the nerve for that, not yet.
And it wasn’t just him—across the entire universe, few dared challenge the Ancient One directly.
Even Odin and Thanos, both Skyfather-level beings, and even Dormammu, ruler of the Dark Dimension, had held back from invading Earth while the Ancient One still lived, choosing instead to wait for his death.
That alone spoke volumes about how terrifying his deterrence truly was.
So, the conclusion was clear: stay low-key, grow quietly.
He understood the logic, but Lorde still felt a pang of regret.
That had been a staggering amount of souls, after all.
“Forget it, forget it…”
Lorde shook his head, chasing away the temptation, then rubbed his hands together.
“Let’s see what’s worth buying this month.”
The System’s shop interface opened.
The window displayed only ten items, each tagged with its required soul cost.
As Lorde’s gaze swept across the list, it landed on a six-pointed star hairpin—and his eyes went red with excitement.
Santen Kesshun!
One of the most broken abilities in the entire Soul Reaper universe—a power capable of rewriting reality itself.
Aizen himself had once described it as the rejection of all phenomena, an ability that trespassed on the domain of gods.
In simpler terms: Santen Kesshun’s rejection could negate virtually any harm within its shield—regrowing a severed limb, healing any wound, even repairing a shattered zanpakutō. Enjoying the story? Read on at NovelPing.
But when Lorde’s eyes dropped to the price tag, his excitement froze halfway.
Item: Gold – Santen Kesshun
Description: A Fullbring that brushes against the level of true rules.
With it, Mom will never have to worry about me getting hurt again.
Price: 5 High-Grade Souls
“…Never mind.”
The corner of Lorde’s mouth twitched as he sighed inwardly.
So expensive.
If it weren’t for the last shred of his sanity, he might have gone out right then and there to round up a few hundred more criminals just to farm more Hollows.
“I’ll get it eventually,” he told himself, clinging to some vague notion of someday, somehow.
With effort, he tore his gaze away from Santen Kesshun and kept scrolling.
Item: Blue – Bakurokugami
Description: A human bomb, courtesy of the mad scientist Mayuri Kurotsuchi.
Price: 10 Low-Grade Souls
“…”
Lorde was momentarily speechless.
Completely useless.
Next.
Item: Purple – Surveillance Bacteria
Description: Another creation of Mayuri Kurotsuchi.
Capable of attaching to the soul level, nearly undetectable, and able to monitor a target around the clock.
One Quincy reportedly found it infuriating to deal with.
Price: 1 Medium Soul
“Oh?”
Lorde’s eyes lit up.
Not bad at all—round-the-clock surveillance with almost no chance of detection.
A perfect intelligence-gathering tool.
Still, the price gave him pause, so he kept browsing.
Item: Gold – Android (Nemu Kurotsuchi)
Description: Created by Mayuri Kurotsuchi, blending gigai and Modified Soul technology to produce an android bound in absolute loyalty to its creator.
Price: 1 Medium Soul
Leave it to a special shop to roll something this absurd.
The randomness of the inventory was clearly high—and this time, it had landed him a genuine top-tier item.
“This one!”
Lorde didn’t hesitate.
He decided immediately he’d trade for Nemu.
And to be clear—it wasn’t about her being loyal, obedient, or, well, generously proportioned.
He needed an assistant.
Simple as that.
After all, if he was going to fabricate the existence of the Soul Society, he couldn’t run the whole operation alone, could he? This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
And when he was out and about, someone needed to mind the shop.
An assistant was a practical necessity.
Nothing more.
As for the second medium soul, he decided to spend it on the Surveillance Bacteria.
Conveniently, he already had a target in mind—that scheming Nick Fury.
Might as well keep an eye on the old fox before he tried anything.
“Exchange for the android and the surveillance bacteria.”
After handing over two medium souls, a palm-sized injector materialized in his hand.
Through the glass, a thread of blue liquid pulsed faintly, almost as if it were alive.
“Not bad.”
Lorde nodded, satisfied.
With this, Nick Fury and S.H.I.E.L.D.
would have no secrets left from him.
But then—where was Nemu?
Where had the mature, statuesque Nemu gone?
Just as the thought crossed his mind, he felt a small tug at the hem of his uniform.
“Da…
Daddy!”
A tiny, childlike voice.
A wave of foreboding washed over him.
He looked down to find a black-haired little girl clinging to his leg.
Her long black hair fell softly over her shoulders, her dark eyes wide and clear, her small pink lips curved into a sweet smile.
“Daddy~”
She nuzzled against him affectionately, gazing up with obvious anticipation.
“…?”
A dozen mental cracks split across Lorde’s composure.
“Hold on.
Are you…
Nemu?”
“Yep~” The girl tilted her head, blinking innocently.
“Doesn’t Daddy recognize me?”
Lorde: “…”
It clicked.
System, you absolute bastard.
You set me up.
He’d assumed “Nemu Kurotsuchi” meant the adult version.
Who could’ve guessed there was a loli variant?
Then again—thinking it through, the adult Nemu would have carried lieutenant-level spiritual pressure and years of experience as Mayuri’s research assistant, along with all the classified data of the Research and Development Bureau.
There was no way something that valuable would go for just one medium soul.
So…
did this count as suddenly becoming a father?