Marvel: Starts with a Zanpakuto

　　 It has been seventy hours since Frank entered the Abyss of Despair.

　　 period.

　　 Frank tried to climb up countless times, and even used his teeth to bite the protrusions on the rock wall, just to replace his hands and let him climb up a little bit!

　　 But even so, Frank's best record was only to climb two or three meters more, and the price was a good tooth.

　　 "Time... is almost here."

　　Lord said silently in his heart: "Frank...Don't force me to kill you with my own hands."

　　 Under the abyss of despair.

　　 Frank lay weakly on the ground, his face revealing a touch of bitterness.

　　He was careless.

　　 I thought it was easy to find the power hidden deep in my soul, as Lord said.

　　 After dozens of hours and countless attempts, Frank was almost desperate, and even a hint of doubt emerged as to whether Lord was lying to him!

　　 Where is the power hidden deep in the soul?

　　 In this quiet and claustrophobic darkness, Frank has called countless times, prayed countless times, and even begged... but he didn't get a response!

　　 Only the chain became shorter due to erosion, and now only the short section on the chest is left.

　　The pain of the soul and the despair of his heart all herald his ending, and it will disappear like this chain!

　　 But Frank was not reconciled.

　　 Consciousness gradually dimmed, and Frank felt as if he had a dream.

　　 In his dream, there are his family members, and there are dead souls who died under his hands. These pictures switch back and forth, like a marquee.

　　 ticking...ticking...

　　 There was a cold touch, and Frank opened his eyes and found himself lying in the ruins.

　　 The gray sky was raining heavily.

　　 The rain dripped on his body, cold and biting, Frank slowly got up, his eyes a little confused: "Here...Where is it?"

　　 "This is your inner world."

　　 A man wearing a white trench coat appeared, his appearance was somewhat similar to Frank.

"who are you?"

　　 Frank suddenly became vigilant, and his muscles were tight, ready to fight back at any time.

　　 "Poor...sorrowful..."

　　 Frank in white said coldly: "How many times do I have to call before you can hear my name?"

　　 Frank's eyes were cold: "I have never seen you before, who are you? Why do you look the same as me?"

　　 "Have you not seen it yet?"

　　 Frank in white snorted, his face showing disdain: "I am you...Frank!"

　　 "You are me?"

　　 Frank flashed in his mind, and suddenly thought of what Lord said before, subconsciously: "You are what Lord said, that power hidden in my soul?"

"you can say so."

　　 Frank in white said lightly: "But to be precise, it should be your death power."

"Great!"

　　 Frank's eyes lit up: "You give me strength quickly, or I will become a monster!"

　　 "Give you strength?"

　　 Hearing this, Frank in white had cold eyes, "Frank, you may have made a mistake."

　　 "What do you mean?"

　　 Frank frowned slightly, and asked in confusion: "Aren't you my power?"

　　 "Tell me, what do you want?"

　　 Frank in white said coldly.

"I......"

　　 Frank was stunned, for a moment he didn't know how to answer this question.

　　 Yeah...what do I want?

　　 He had never thought of this before, but only relied on his anger to avenge and eliminate all sins!

　　 But when Frank in white asked it, Frank suddenly didn't know how to answer this question.

　　 "Frank..."

　　 Frank in white said lightly: "Remember how many lives fell under your gun?

　　 is one hundred, two hundred?

　　 or one thousand or two thousand?

　　What are you pursuing again?

　　 Revenge?

　　 Still uphold justice?

　　 Or is it just venting anger?

　　 Tell me...Frank!

　　 Are you an avenger or a punisher? "

　　 Frank squeezed his fist, and the veins on his forehead burst out: "Does it make any difference?"

　　 "There is a difference..."

　　 Frank in white has a deep gaze: "I need to know your answer, tell me your truest answer, Frank!"

　　 Frank was silent.

　　 As Frank in the white said, many times, I have not figured it out.

　　 Is he an avenger swallowed by anger, or a punisher who executes justice?

　　 Frank lowered his head, his eyes full of loneliness, and muttered to himself:

　　 "I was desperate...

　　 I was also lost...

　　 Whenever I think back to that day, when a bullet of sin penetrated their chests, my anger could not be contained, and it was about to swallow my sanity!

I am certain......

　　 As long as there are benefits in this world, then the evil will never be eliminated. This is an isolated and endless war!

　　Anger is my bullet!

　　Hate is my blood!

　　 And justice... is my belief!

　　Since law and order cannot be judged, it is up to me to be the punisher to maintain that ridiculous and pale justice!

　　 Fight violence with violence, and return blood with blood!

　　 This is not revenge... it is punishment!

　　The sinner, be punished! "

　　 Frank's eyes were red, and he roared almost roaring, and the invisible spiritual power was shaking, setting off a tornado that soared to the sky!

　　 "Remember your beliefs at the moment..."

　　 Frank in white showed a faint smile, with a trace of comfort and a trace of pity:

　　 "Call...Frank!"

　　 "Call... my name!"

　　......

　　 Boom! !

　　 A flaming meteor shot straight into the sky from the bottom of the pit, and then quickly fell to the ground!

"Oh?"

　　 Lord raised his eyebrows lightly and said with a smile: "It seems you have succeeded, Frank."

　　 Frank in a black trench coat, with a huge white skull printed on his back, holding his Zanpaku Knife in his hand!

　　Different from Lord's Zanpaku and Frank's Zanpaku, the style is a standard Western knight sword.

　　 This sword has no gorgeous appearance, no gorgeous decorations, it's an ordinary and simple sword that is easy to be ignored!

　　 "This sword..."

　　 Lord's eyes fell on the knight sword, slightly surprised. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 Zanpakukō is the manifestation of its soul. In other words, its style, appearance, and abilities are all related to the individual's soul.

　　 But Frank's Zanpaku Knife turned out to be an ordinary Western knight sword, which was a bit beyond Lord's expectation.

"thank you."

　　 After Frank thanked Lord, he turned to look at the sword in his hand and muttered, "Is this... my power?"

"Congratulations."

　　 Lord clapped his hands and applauded, and said: "From today, you are no longer Frank the Punisher, but the **** of death-Frank!"

"Ah......"

　　 Frank grinned, shook his head and said, "I like the Punisher more than the title of Death."

　　 "Then the third lesson~"

　　 Lord drew the knife from the stick and pointed it at Frank: "Come and let me see, your Zanpaku Sword ability."

　　 Compared to Frank's title of Death, he was more curious about the power of this seemingly ordinary sword.

　　 "Okay!"

　　 Frank did not object, and said with a smile: "I was almost killed by you. Let me cut twice, right?"

　　 Lord smiled and said, "If you can do it."

　　 "Be careful, Lord."

　　 Frank stroked the blade with a rough hand, a heavy touch in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "This is the first time I have used it. I won't be responsible if I kill you!"

"bring it on!"

　　 Lord's eyes narrowed slightly, and the huge spiritual pressure was released instantly, like a landslide and tsunami, rolling up wind and waves out of thin air!

　　Frank crossed his sword in his chest, glared at him, roared, and said:

　　 "Justice is pale and humble, but it is by no means powerless!"

　　 "The beginning solution-pale justice!!"