A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

A long day is finally over.

Amidst Norman Osborn's miserable cry, the second hand of time just crossed zero, which completely closed the curtain for yesterday.

Until this moment, Tony let out a sigh of relief.

The nerves that have been in a highly tense state can finally get a moment to breathe, and the exhaustion and powerlessness that followed engulfed him like a flood that burst a bank.

After removing the initial solution of Hephaestus, the spiritual power was directly consumed.

"Good... Tired..."

Tony's eyes turned black, and he couldn't lift a smidgen of strength, and began to fall directly from the sky.

"Sir, are you alright?" Seeing that something was wrong, Jarvis immediately took over the control of the Mark IV and helped Tony land in the ruins of the technology fair.

"I'm... fine..."

Tony fell to the ground in a large font, and said weakly: "It's just a bit exhausted, and I can't lift my strength. Let me rest for a while. By the way, how is Potts? Is she okay?"

"Miss Potts was overwhelmed with grief and passed out, but her vital signs are fine," Jarvis said.

Hearing that Potts was fine, Tony breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good, I'm relieved."

"Sir, let me ask you a question..." Jarvis rarely showed hesitation: "Your current state seems a bit strange, why can't I detect any signs of your existence?"

Although the transformed Mark IV can be worn by spirit bodies, Jarvis, as an artificial intelligence, cannot detect Tony Stark inside. Therefore, from the perspective of ordinary people and Jarvis, Mark IV It's like a 'ghost mecha'!

"Heh~ Of course you can't detect it."

The light in Tony's eyes dimmed, and he said bitterly: "Because I am in the state of a soul, of course the detection methods of matter cannot find me."

"Sir, you mean... the soul?" Jarvis didn't doubt Tony's words, and there was a hint of surprise in the mechanical voice: "This is incredible, the soul actually exists!"

"It's really incredible." Tony nodded in agreement, and then continued: "But what's even more incredible is that I turned into a god of death."

"Sir, who is the god of death you mean?" Jarvis was silent for a few seconds after searching the database, and suddenly felt that he seemed to be unable to keep up with his master's thoughts.

"Literally, harvesting souls, sending people to hell...should be a profession." Tony thought for a while, and said according to what he understood.

"It's... amazing." Jarvis didn't know how to react.

According to its huge database, the god of death should belong to the category of 'myth' and legend, and cannot exist in the material world, but now this view has been subverted!

"Yeah... I feel weird too."

Tony clenched his fists tightly, feeling the explosive power he had never had before, as well as the spiritual power hidden in his soul, the way of desperation.

"It feels good to be a god of death, isn't it?"

A familiar voice suddenly sounded.

He will never forget that it was the owner of this voice that turned him into a god of death!

Finally... is it still coming?

All gifts from others need to pay a corresponding price!

This is a sentence his father, Howard Stark, has repeated countless times, and Tony feels deeply when he grows up.

This power of death is definitely not a free gift!

Now, it's time for him to bear that 'price'!

inhale...exhale...

Tony took a deep breath, then slowly stood up and looked towards the source of the sound.

Lord, who was dressed in a black domineering attire, had silver shattered hair fluttering in the wind under the moonlight, a pair of blue eyes as quiet as the sea, and the corners of his lips slightly raised into a light smile.

"Have you seen it all?"

Tony's brows raised slightly, and for some reason he felt a little awkward when he smiled.

"I see, you did a good job." A glint of approval flashed in Lord's eyes.

Although the four basic items of Zhanquan Zougui failed, but given that Tony was a half-way monk, and the use of Zanpakuto ability was quite brilliant, it can be said that it made up for these deductions. Overall, it is still very good .

Tony stared at Lord closely, suppressed his nervousness, and asked directly, "Tell me, what price do I have to pay?"

Lord narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a smile, "If I say...the price is death, what would you think?"

"Dead?" Tony's pupils shrank suddenly, his face turned pale: "You...you are joking with me, right?"

"No."

Lord said with a smile on his face, "A soul like you who has become a god of death privately, is a serious crime that is strictly prohibited in the laws of the corpse and soul world. Once discovered, it will be sentenced to death immediately."

The corners of Tony's eyes twitched: "But... you made me a god of death!"

"That's right."

Lord spread his hands helplessly, and said, "I was just joking around, but who would have thought that you would actually succeed? This will be a headache. If I was discovered by Room 46 of the Central Committee, I would also be punished." of."

This guy... owes more than me!

Tony resisted the urge to hit him, gritted his teeth and said, "According to what you said, what should I do?"

Lord raised two fingers: "Don't worry, I have two ways."

Tony's eyes widened: "Which two ways?"

"The first way is to kill people and silence them. As long as I kill you now, this matter will never be possible in the soul world. What do you think?" Lord looked at Tony with a smile, and said gently The scariest words.

"NO! PASS! Plan B!!!"

Tony shuddered in fright, and quickly waved his hands and shouted: "The second method, with the second method, killing people is against the law!"

"Tsk..."

Lord shook his head with a little regret, then took out an object from his arms and threw it to Tony: "The second way is that you become the agent of death, so that you can temporarily hide the ghost world."

Tony caught the thrown object and found that it was a special document that was neither gold nor copper, with a skull printed on it. He asked doubtfully, "Reaper... can this thing still act as an agent?"

"Almost~"

Lord didn't bother to tell him so much, and said: "This is the Proxy Death Certificate, which can be used to detect abnormal spiritual pressure, eject the soul out of the body, and also suppress your spiritual pressure, so that the corpse soul world can, in a short time, I didn't notice your presence."

"Short time?" Tony frowned.

"Maybe it's forever, maybe it's tomorrow... Anyway, who can say for sure?" Lord smiled and comforted him, "If you're lucky enough, Soul Soul Realm may not find you for the rest of your life."

The corners of Tony's eyes twitched slightly, and he asked, "Then what if I'm unlucky?"

"better not."

Lord's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Once you are discovered by the soul world, you will be sentenced to death. Believe me, you will never want to taste it. After being penetrated by the 'bipolar' throughout the body, you will be killed in the flames That burning feeling."

"I understand."

Tony's heart sank, and he tightly grasped the proxy death certificate.

From Lord's tone, he could tell that the punishment called 'bipolar' was absolutely not like the death penalty in the human world, and it would pursue humanity!

"By the way, you will need this thing."

Lord threw a thick book to Tony, and then said: "There are things about the god of death, and remember to do your agency work well."

"The textbook for the first grade of Maou Academy of Spiritual Art?"

Tony was stunned, and when he was about to raise his head to ask, he found that Lord had disappeared.