Kryptonian: Man of Steel

"Yes, you have already..."

There was a hint of teasing in the monster's words, and then it lunged forward, opening its big mouth full of sharp teeth, ready to swallow Busujima Saeko whole.

However, at this critical moment, a silver light cut through the night sky, so fast that it was dazzling. The monster's huge body was forcibly split into two in the air. Black blood splattered everywhere, splashing on the ground with a "sizzling" sound, and puffs of green smoke rose up.

The moonlight penetrated the monster's broken body, illuminating a corner of the alley. A man in black clothes slowly walked into the light.

His gaze lingered for a moment on Busujima Saeko's chest, where a faint but clear light was slowly flickering. It was the glimmer of the soul, swaying on the edge of death.

"Are you going to become the god of death?"

"grim Reaper?"

Busujima Saeko's mind went blank. This word was too distant and unfamiliar to her.

She looked around, and apart from herself and the mysterious man in front of her, there was only the monster's broken body.

The silver light just now was obviously from the man's hand, but how did he manage to kill such a huge monster so cleanly and neatly?

Busujima Saeko's eyes involuntarily fell on the knife in the man's hand.

It was an extremely strange knife, as black as the night, and did not reflect any light, as if even the light was swallowed by it.

The blade has a subtle curvature, neither as straight as a long sword nor as exaggerated as a scimitar, but just right in between the two, revealing an indescribable balance and harmony.

“This knife…”

Busujima Saeko spoke with difficulty, her voice trembling, "What is it?"

"Look behind you."

Luther interrupted the question that Busujima Saeko was about to ask.

I can only say that he is worthy of being called Sword Ghost. He is still thinking about these trivial things at this time.

Busujima Saeko's heartbeat inexplicably accelerated. Although she was confused by Luther's sudden order, she obeyed instinctively.

She turned slowly, her eyes scanning the empty surroundings, finally stopping on a shadow not far away.

There, a figure lay quietly on the cold ground, his face pale, his eyes closed, as if sleeping in an endless dream.

And that figure was strikingly similar to her, no, it was exactly her!

"That person is me?!"

Busujima Saeko's voice trembled, filled with disbelief and panic.

She subconsciously took a few steps forward, wanting to get closer to herself lying on the ground, but she seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and did not dare to touch that strange yet real existence easily.

"This...what's going on? What happened?"

Busujima Saeko's mind was in a mess. She clearly remembered that she was standing here and talking to Luther, so why did another self appear on the ground? This supernatural scene was beyond her cognition.

Seeing this, Luther sighed softly, as if he had already anticipated her reaction.

"Do you remember what that Xu said?"

His voice was low and powerful, trying to guide Busujima Saeko to recall what had happened before.

"Hypocrisy?"

The monster's hideous face, its strange laughter, and its puzzling words quickly flashed through Busujima Saeko's mind.

She tried hard to recall, and suddenly, a sentence flashed through her mind like lightning - "I'm dead?"

These words were like a bolt from the blue, and Busujima Saeko's face turned pale in an instant.

She shook her head violently, trying to dispel this absurd thought. "Impossible, how could such a thing happen? I'm still standing here, how could I be dead!"

However, reality is often stranger than dreams.

When she examined her body again, she was shocked to find that her body had become translucent, just like the spirit in ancient legends that wandered between the world and the underworld.

What shocked her even more was that a broken chain had appeared on her chest, hanging quietly in the air, as if it was the only bond between her soul and body, but now it was broken, symbolizing the complete separation between the two.

A strong feeling of dizziness followed, and Busujima Saeko had to hold onto a tree beside her to prevent herself from falling.

Her mind went blank, unable to accept what she saw.

But no matter how much she didn't want to believe it, the reality was right before her. She had indeed left the world she was familiar with and became a wandering soul.

"I'm really dead..."

Busujima Saeko's voice was as thin as a thread. At this moment, facing the disappearance of her soul, she felt unprecedented fear and powerlessness.

Seeing this, Luther continued.

"Yes, you are indeed dead, but the situation is not irreversible yet. You still have the possibility of resurrection."

These words were like a ray of light, piercing through the darkness in Busujima Saeko's heart.

She raised her head suddenly, with hope glittering in her eyes. "Can I really survive? As long as I can survive, I will do anything!"

"See the chain on your chest?"

Luther pointed to a faintly visible silver chain on Saeko Busujima's chest and said, "That represents the connection between your soul and body. Now that the chain is broken, your soul and body have completely lost connection. It is impossible to send your soul into your body using ordinary methods."

Busujima Saeko's heart sank to the bottom again, and the fire of hope that had just been ignited seemed to be extinguished by a basin of cold water.

But Luther's words did not end there. He continued, "But there is another way to resurrect you. That is to become the god of death."

"Become the god of death?"

Doubt and confusion flashed across Busujima Saeko's eyes. She had heard of the legends about the gods of death and knew that they were gods in charge of souls and death.

But she never thought that one day she would have something to do with such a being.

Luther seemed to see through her thoughts. He smiled and explained, "Yes, as long as you become the god of death, you can master the power of the soul, and your soul can return to the body again. However, this is not an easy road. Becoming the god of death means that you have to take on the responsibility of protecting souls and maintaining the order of the soul world. Are you willing?"

Busujima Saeko took a deep breath, trying to calm her inner turmoil.

She knew that she had no way out.

Since there is a possibility of resurrection, she must go on no matter how difficult the road ahead is.

"How can one become a god of death?"

She asked the most crucial question.

"I will pierce your body with this Zanpakutō of mine, and then you will become a god of death."

Luther said calmly.

After hearing this, Busujima Saeko grasped the blade of Luther's Zanpakutō with both hands without hesitation.