Time skip... 11 years.
Yes... the time skip was that big. Stuff happened. So first, had to ally all the factions up real quick—apparently they all feared that guy like he was the devil or something. BS. He was a cutie patootie who really loved his dad.
Heh, so while Sora was a momma's boy, Gabriel was a father's boy... so hey, there was that. Hm, even their type seemed different. While he went with small, petite girls, Gabriel went for the complete opposite.
Oh well, titties were nice, but heh, kinda slowed you down while fighting if we're going by logic. But we both know in this world that doesn't matter. Rangiku should be having back problems, but she apparently doesn't.
He was busy... with all of his shenanigans, he actually had to be semi-serious and handle what had to be handled.
Even making an alliance with the Hollows—especially Harribel... for reasons.
He in fact saw what that petty guy did to the Hollow who had done something to her. Jeez, like come on, who would ever kill another man just because they were with your wife in another universe... like come on man, that's so petty.
...He just like me for real.
Okay, enough about that side tangent. Soul Society was reformed. Anyone over the age of 1k, not named Yamamoto or being the first Kenpachi, was killed—as the majority of them were radical. As for those wondering "what about the innocent?"
Sora wants you to look him dead in the eyes and tell him if any of those fucks were innocent. 👁️👁️
Fuck them.
Anyway, currently—after bringing multiversal peace to the world—he was napping. The three realms were stable. The Fullbringers weren't hunted... shit was goochi.
He was asleep, sprawled out like a cosmic demigod with too many responsibilities and not enough coffee. For once, he looked relaxed—mouth slightly open, one arm dangling off the bed, the other under the pillow.
And then—like karma decided it was done with his nap—
"DADDYYYYYYYYY!"
Two small figures charged into the room.
Kaede, the eldest by four minutes, led the attack. Hisane, the ever-giggly copy-paste of her mother, followed with pure mayhem in her eyes.
Sora didn't stand a chance.
They jumped. A twin aerial dive.
"HAHHHH!!"
KNEE. FIRST. INTO HIS STOMACH.
"GHHHHRRRGK—"
Sora woke up coughing up divine light, soul energy, and half a lung.
Eyes wide, back arched, the air yeeted out of his lungs.
They landed squarely and perfectly, like little professional assassins.
"Daddy~!!"
"Papaaaaa~!!"
Two sparkly, chaotic little girls latched onto him like he was a giant stuffed animal.
Holy shit, that hurt so badly. The bed beneath him cracked, and the earth around seemed to shake.
Somewhere in Soul Society... as the shake was felt—
Byakuya smiled a bit. Good. Guess the girls did follow what he hinted at. That was very good indeed.
Sora felt like shit... why did both of his kids have to be born so fucking strong? Like come on, why didn't they start back where he started? But oh no, they had to come out the womb already having awakened their Soul King DNA... bullshit.
This wasn't fair. On a good note, that meant he had heavenly nut... but still, bullshit.
Kaede grinned, proud of her work. She had soft black hair streaked with silver—the silver from Sora—and eyes that sparkled with the unholy mischief of a girl who knew she could delete a dimension if she was grumpy enough.
She had streaks of silver hair everywhere, and her eyes were golden. She clearly inherited a lot from him... and his mom.
Hisane hugged her daddy's arm like it was a teddy bear. Her bangs were messier, voice softer, but the chaotic energy? Still 100% bloodline certified.
And she looked like a carbon copy of Rukia—more specifically, Rukia's sister, Hisane.
"You slept too much!" Hisane declared. "We were lonely!"
"And you promised to take us flying through the Hollow Realm cloud stream today!" Kaede added.
"Oh my god... That wasn't even me, that was like me from another reality and timeline. That's not fair," he said, grumbling a bit.
You see, his daughters—upon awakening their powers—realized they could, in fact, always have it their way. As even if current Sora didn't want to do something, well, they could just navigate the multiverse until they found a Sora, who was still their dad in a universe they were born in, and ask him. And if he said yes, well, that counted... but still.
That was a damn technicality, and they knew it.
Before he could groan further, a familiar voice cut in—
"Girls."
Rukia.
Now fully Mom-mode Rukia.
She stood at the doorway, arms crossed.
"Let your father breathe. He's still recovering from the Divine Core Restoration process."
"He doesn't need air," Kaede pouted.
"Yeah! He's like, Soul King 2.0! He can tank anything!" Hisane agreed.
Sora raised a finger. "Correction. I can tank anything, but I'd prefer not to get kneecapped at dawn by pocket-sized reapers."
The girls just giggled.
But then...
Kaede's eyes shimmered slightly. A spark of silver gleamed.
Uh oh.
Sora's senses blared.
Almighty activation detected.
"Kaede..." he warned.
She smiled sweetly. "But Daddy, I just wanna make my fanfic world real again! Just this once!"
Sora bolted upright, now very awake.
"NO! Bad girl! No Almighty reality-bending for your crackhead fanfic world!"
She pouted. "But it was good this time! It was a world where Ichigo was a catboy and Byakuya ran a maid café—"
"WHAT?!"
"And there was a secret underground dance battle between Kenpachi and a Hollow that looked like a toaster!"
"STOP. YOU STOP RIGHT NOW."
Sora pointed like a divine daycare worker at his daughter, whose tiny hands were glowing with literal narrative-breaking potential.
"You do it again, and I'm sending you to Uncle Yhwach's house."
Silence.
Her face drained of color.
"...You wouldn't..."
"I would. He made me shake hands with him. You will sit through his bedtime stories about 'how Soul Society wronged the Quincy' for eight hours."
Kaede whimpered. "...Meany."
Hisane nodded solemnly. "Super meany."
Sora collapsed back onto the pillow, muttering into the sheets.
"Godhood... was not worth this..."
Meanwhile, Rukia smirked.
"Don't act like you don't love it."
He peeked up at her, eyes tired but glowing with warmth.
"...Yeah, yeah. Love all three of you."
His daughters beamed.
Even if his stomach was bruised and his soul was half-reconstructed, damn if this wasn't paradise.
"Alright," Sora said. "Get off me. We'll go to the cloud stream after breakfast."
"Pancakes!!"
"With soul syrup!!"
"Yeah yeah... just don't rewrite reality to give me diabetes."
...
They did.
Huh... is this how Ryuken felt?
Next up, Sora would yawn a bit before creating a portal in front of him—a portal to lead him to the Quincy Realm... don't question it.
The gates looked rather heavenly, if he could say so himself.
And thus, taking his two little heavenly angels, he would go there. He would go to the newly restored and non-racist Quincy capital that was buzzing with quiet activity. Pure white towers rose into the sky, Reishi flowing gently through the veins of the city like blood in a beating heart. The air was crisp, charged, clean. Honestly?
A little too clean.
His two daughters, meanwhile, were on their little angelic timing... yeah... that. Let's go with that.
"Kaede. No touching the streetlights. You turned one into a giraffe last time."
"But it was cute!" Kaede protested.
"It tried to eat a Hollow and bit Candice."
"She tasted like lightning," Hisane said cheerfully.
"It's not nice to bite your aunty," he said, sighing a bit, to which the girls just pouted before looking away, as if they did nothing wrong in the slightest.
Anyway, the three made their way into the high command tower.
At the top floor?
Uryu Ishida.
Second-in-command of the Quincy Empire.
His coat? Pristine.
His posture? Perfect.
His life?
Drained.
Like the man had slept one hour in the past five years and had been bullied by at least four wives that morning.
"Ahhh~ Little bro!" Sora sang, kicking open the door like he owned the place. Which, spiritually speaking, he kinda did. Nah, not kinda—he did. He made this place. This was free real estate.
Uryu looked up, halfway through signing diplomatic papers.
His brow twitched.
"...Sora."
Of course, his brother would come here. Like sure, he had nothing on Sora, but still, didn't change the fact that Sora could be kinda annoying.
And... make fun of him... a lot.
Anyway, Sora would look at Uryu's framed picture.
"Oh? Oh? You framed this? You're actually smiling in this one! And look—look! Is that you in a hot spring with—damn, Candice really put that leg up, huh?"
Uryu snatched the photo.
"This is an official office."
Sora leaned on the desk, grinning like the devil.
"So... four wives."
Hisane climbed up into Uryu's lap. He didn't protest. He was too tired.
Plus, she was his niece... and wasn't Kaede... that little girl was as devious as Sora. It was as if someone gave Sora god powers as a child.
That devious.
"You used to be so bitchless, bro. Now look at you! Drained. Smiling! Dead inside!"
Uryu sighed through his nose.
"I'm in charge of coordinating the dimensional border security for six realms... ten if we count the other branches of Soul Society... and a lot more if we count the side branches within those branches."
"And still found time to pipe down Nemu?" Sora teased. He had a goofy smile on his face.
Uryu's pen snapped in half.
Kaede crawled up beside her sister. "Uncle Uryu, what's a pipe down?"
Uryu visibly malfunctioned.
"I—That—Why are they here again?"
"Cause why not... and also if I didn't, I would've had to get hit by another combo..."
Hisane beamed. "I would've practiced my Kido Beam Combo!"
Uryu twitched again.
"You're raising two walking extinction-level events."
"Thank you," Sora replied proudly.
He leaned closer, whispering conspiratorially.
"So... between us... how's Bambietta? I heard she's chill now."
Uryu deadpanned, "She is... surprisingly... compromising."
"Good to know," Sora yawned a bit. Meanwhile, Kaede's eyes were looking around. She was bored, but her Dadda was not letting her open a small pocket realm to make her fanfiction real.
Come on... creating life wasn't that hard. Simply just breathe it into whatever you want your human to be—dirt, trees, or whatever.
Though she liked making elves. They were so pretty. She was currently making her very best question.
{Imagine the average character people would make when they have endless selections... I am talking about straight monstrosity.}
Sora chuckled, settling into a chair across from his little brother, watching the man struggle to maintain composure with two kids climbing on his shoulders like he was a jungle gym.
"I am happy for you," Sora would say softly.
Uryu would pause for a bit.
"...Thank you. I think."
Sora nodded sagely.
"Anyway, I'm just happy my brother finally got some bitches."
As for those wondering why his kids couldn't hear the words he was saying... well, you see, his words were filtered for them.
What they heard was:
"I am so happy that my brother got a girlfriend."
...
Though Kaede's brow would furrow. While she heard that, she felt like some restriction was being put on her Almighty—as if her dad was putting her on time out... meany.
Uryu's brow furrowed.
"OUT."
Sora smiled a bit.
Hisane waved. "Bye, Uncle Uryu!"
Kaede blew him a kiss. "Don't let Nemu clone you again!"
The door slammed shut.
Silence returned.
Uryu slumped back in his chair and muttered.
"...This is so tiring..."
Anyway, time to go to the other place he needed to be at today.
Sora landed gently atop a floating Reishi platform outside one of the reconstructed towers. The structure was oddly colorful for a Quincy-style building—part science lab, part creative zone, part whatever-the-hell Gremmy felt like making that day.
This was Gremmy's place... and also it was a pocket dimension.
On an unrelated note, Sora could now enter the space that a Zanpakutō and their wielder shared.
He found out about this ability a while ago... he used it to scare Ichigo or to dress up as Byakuya's Zanpakutō.
A soft whoosh echoed as the entrance slid open.
Standing inside was—
Gremmy.
Not the wide-eyed, detached little boy from before. No, no. Eleven years did wonders. Dude now looked like a young adult in his early 20s. Tall, lean, smooth features. Still had the galaxy eyes though. Still had that weird soft-spoken aura of a god trying to act human.
He wore a loose white hoodie with "✨Imagination Is Reality✨" stitched on the back.
"Sora," he said with a faint smile.
"Gremmy," Sora replied, dapping him up like a long-lost brother. "Look at you. All grown. All vibe."
"You're babysitting," Gremmy said instantly, noticing the two streaks of pure chaos flying in behind him.
"Yeah..." Sora sighed. "I let my guard down for five seconds and they rewrote the laws of gravity in my bathroom."
Kaede landed on Gremmy's shoulder like a sugar-powered hawk and pinched his cheek.
"Uncle Gremmy is so cuuute~!"
Hisane followed with a little bow. "Nice to meet you again, Uncle."
Gremmy blinked. Then blinked again.
A sharp static of energy flared across his fingertips. The air bent slightly. Reality twitched.
He snapped his fingers.
Nothing happened.
...Nothing happened?
"...Eh?" he whispered, looking at his hand.
"The girls... are at it again," Sora would say, sighing a bit. Of course, his little angels had something up their sleeves.
Gremmy tried to manifest a small moon to orbit Kaede's head.
It fizzled out.
He then gazed at Kaede... who was a carbon copy of... her.
Kaede raised one tiny hand.
"I imagined your imagination turning off for five minutes."
She smiled sweetly. Too sweetly.
...Yes... this shit was unfair, but luckily this was late game and not early on, or else Author would've written himself into a corner.
"Only Daddy can reimagine you now~."
Gremmy looked stunned.
Not frightened. Not angry.
Just... quiet.
He lowered his hand. "...You remind me of someone."
Kaede tilted her head. "Who?"
He didn't answer right away. He just smiled. A very soft smile.
Sora, catching the weight in his eyes, knew who exactly the boy was thinking of... the reason he even allowed himself to physically age to begin with.
Gremmy nodded, turning toward the far end of the room. "Today's a chocolate soulcake. I was going to eat it alone... but I suppose I can teach."
"Wow. Generous."
"I was imagining sharing anyway."
"Sappy bitch."
Sora's brow furrowed.
"Who taught you to use such words?" he would say with a rather dark expression on his face.
"Miss Candice... was talking about someone... and said that..." Kaede would shrink back, not wanting to get scolded by her dad. She wasn't a bad girl, was she?
Sora sighed. Jeez, Candice was a bad influence on them. Note to self: do not leave them near her.
"Okay... don't use that word anymore, okay?" he said softly.
She nodded her head.
So, he would take care of the girls, make sure they never said such words, before dipping to go visit Yhwach—leaving them in Gremmy's care. Granted, they were both stronger than him, but he was teaching them how to bake, so... heh.
Anyway, he made his way to Yhwach.
And at the very top, on a ridiculously oversized throne that screamed "I need therapy but also aesthetic," sat the former Almighty himself.
Yhwach.
Regal robes draped over one shoulder, his mustache immaculately trimmed, and his gaze? Distant.
Like he was still contemplating who wronged him last Tuesday and whether they deserved a strongly worded letter... or a dimension being folded.
Then—
BZZZT—BOOM!
Sora Sonido'd into the chamber.
Wearing joggers. A Soul King-tier hoodie. And holding an unnecessarily large smoothie.
"Yo. Old fuck. How's the back pain?"
Yhwach blinked. Slowly. Like someone who had learned the art of not reacting purely to preserve his blood pressure.
"Sora," he greeted calmly. "How nice of you to visit unannounced."
"Aww, don't be like that," Sora replied, plopping down sideways on the armrest of Yhwach's throne like it belonged to him. "I gave you your own realm. Thought I'd come see how Daddy's favorite failure was doing."
Yhwach exhaled.
He'd grown... reserved. Whether by wisdom or exhaustion, no one knew. But his rage was no longer the fire it was—it had cooled into a glacier of cold calculation.
"You created a realm for the Quincy," he said. "Changed reality for them. Enhanced our biology."
"Hey, felt like that was the least I could do," he said calmly.
The Quincy Realm—or Vier Himmel as it was called—was dense with spiritual energy. So dense, in fact, that even someone like Hisane had once stepped inside and promptly faceplanted from the pressure.
But to the Quincy?
It was home. Every breath felt like inhaling raw divinity. Their abilities surged. Stat boosts across the board. Natural Reishi compression. Personalized Schrift enhancements. And their signature gift: any Quincy could now open a gate directly to the realm from anywhere in existence, no matter how far-flung.
It was paradise... born from Sora's petty guilt and his weird need to say, "Yeah, I fixed it, now shut up."
This place offered basically a 400% buff to a Quincy's stats, and they could drag their opponent here... so yeah.
Also, if you cannot control your Reiryoku, it would passively leak out of you and feed the atmosphere. So while you get weaker, someone who can control it—or is very good with manipulating Reishi—is being buffed by your attack.
Yhwach gave a long sigh and leaned forward, his fingers laced together.
"Why are you really here?"
Sora let the smile fade just a bit.
"Checking in."
"I don't need check-ins."
"Last time you were left alone for too long... you went full Hitler..."
Yhwach opened his mouth... then closed it once more...
The two chatted for a bit... about stuff that the readers will not be privy to. Probably would hear this conversation from the other guy's story... not this one.
Anyway, after a while... he left... he was...
Gone.
Yhwach sat back.
Then looked at the armrest where Sora had sat, only to find a small sticky note:
"If I find you invading timelines again, I will yeet you into a yaoi fanfic version of Soul Society. You've been warned. ❤️"
He crumpled it.
Next up... Ichigo's house.
Ichigo's house was peaceful.
Too peaceful.
The kind of peace that warned of incoming chaos.
Inside, Ichigo sat on the couch, arms crossed, watching his son Kazui try to keep up with two tiny tornados in matching black-and-silver outfits.
Hm... seemed like Gremmy gave them some cute outfits... how cute.
Kaede and Hisane.
The two devilish angel twins of the Soul King 2.0 himself. Each one a walking hazard to spatial integrity.
Kazui, sweet boy that he was, tried his best. Tried to keep up with Kaede's suddenly floating jacks and Hisane's game of "chase me through the walls."
Sora, lounging in Ichigo's kitchen doorway, sipped some of Orihime's orange juice like he owned the damn place.
He wore that grin. The one Ichigo hated. The one that meant he knew something.
"I knew it," Sora said smugly.
Ichigo didn't look at him. "Knew what?"
"That my boy Ichigo and sweet, sweet Orihime would finally hook up." He made kissing sounds and a little heart shape with his fingers. "Look at you. Married. Settled. Happy. Pulled."
Ichigo rolled his eyes. "You're being annoying."
"Of course I am. It's part of my charm." Sora leaned in a bit. "But for real, I called it. Day one. I said, 'This guy right here? He's gonna fall hard for the girl with the snacks and sunshine hair.'"
Ichigo grunted. "You told me she was too nice and I was emotionally constipated."
"I also told you that going raw had consequences... remember..."
...
Wow... really, going back to when he was giving Ichigo lessons on his Hollow... goddamn it, Sora.
"You are a piece of work, you know that?" Ichigo said, annoyed.
"Oh, you don't cuss as much, so wifey fixed that tsundere fake gangster wannabe," Sora teased.
"I am not a fake—"
Sora was sticking his tongue out, teasing his friend, yet the millisecond he felt Orihime getting close, he had a very serious look on his face, as if he was mogging. Acting... normal.
As if he wasn't flaming Ichigo a second ago.
"Oh, Sora! You're here! I'm so happy you came to visit!"
"Ichi-nee-san's lovely wife! It's always a pleasure to bask in your radiant energy. Truly, Ichigo is a lucky man."
Ichigo blinked.
This was the same Sora who had just referred to Kazui as "the spawn of orange-haired dullness."
Sora bowed slightly, taking the tray of snacks with reverence. "Thank you so much. You're an amazing hostess, as always."
Orihime giggled. "You're always so sweet. Are Kaede and Hisane behaving?"
"Oh absolutely," Sora said, like he hadn't just seen Kaede rewrite gravity to chase Kazui onto the ceiling. "They adore Kazui. It's beautiful, really. A cross-family friendship built on sugar, mayhem, and spiritual anomalies."
Orihime clapped her hands together. "Aww, how precious! Ichigo, look at our kids getting along!"
Ichigo gave Sora the driest look known to man.
Sora returned it with the most innocent smile he could fake.
As soon as Orihime left to get more juice—
"You're a menace," Ichigo muttered.
"Who, me? Never." Sora plopped back on the couch. "I'm a role model."
"You're a damn liar."
"You're just mad I was right." Sora winked. "But don't worry. I'll save your wedding photo from being erased during the next reality rewrite. You owe me."
Ichigo picked up a pillow.
Sora vanished in a flash of Reishi sparkles.
From the ceiling, Kaede's voice echoed:
"Uncle Ichigo! Daddy said you were mid!"
Ichigo sighed into his hands.
Kazui blinked. "What's 'mid'?"
{Fourth wall}
Far, far beyond any plane the Gotei could chart. Beyond even the black arteries of Garganta, the severed husks of collapsed timelines, and the starless voids that swallowed universes whole—
There floated Him.
Sora.
He stood in a silence so absolute, it made sound feel like a myth. In a space where concepts had to ask for permission to exist. Where time bowed its head and said "my bad" before slinking away.
His robes no longer bore symbols of squad or station—only streaks of pure cosmic light and shifting fractals of narrative. His hoodie, still somehow intact, shimmered with the raw coding of multiversal law. Every breath he took realigned galaxies. Every blink made stars reconsider their place in creation.
And in the palm of his hand...
Existence.
Not a metaphor.
Not an illusion.
Not a figure of speech.
All of it.
The Soul Society, Hueco Mundo, Human World, Hell, the Vier Himmel, and even the unnamed folds of reality in between.
They sat there—miniaturized, glowing, vibrant.
Orbiting around a gravity of willpower so dense, it bent narrative logic itself.
One twitch of his finger could unmake laws. One stray thought could rewrite fate.
He looked down at them—not as a ruler, not as a tyrant... but as a man. A tired, smug, infinitely overpowered man... who still had orange juice stains on his sleeve.
Sora exhaled, and the breath shaped new realms just for fun.
"Well damn," he muttered, watching a star collapse and reform in his pinky nail. "Guess I really am him."
The weight of all four realms rested easily in his grasp now. Their foundations—rewritten, balanced, made self-sustaining—glowed with the markings of his Reishi, his divine script woven into their cores.
He could see Kaede tugging the edges of fate somewhere in the Human Realm, reshaping someone's afternoon into a musical for her amusement.
He could see Hisane poking holes into theoretical physics in the Hollow Realm just to watch them patch themselves back up.
And yet none of it caused strain. None of it dulled the brilliance in his eyes.
Sora turned his gaze elsewhere... slowly...
East of existence.
Where the red realms burned.
Flames not of Hell, but of raw emotion. Of conflict. Of a being whose roar could still echo through oblivion.
"...I wonder how he's doing..." he murmured. Not with fear. Not with pity. Just curiosity. Maybe a flicker of respect.
For beyond all his power, there was still one presence that made the cosmos lean back and whisper "careful now."
Sora tilted his head, cracked his knuckles, and smiled faintly.
"Guess I'll find out soon."
With a flick of his wrist, the realms realigned. The story continued.
And he remained—
Soul King 2.0.
Bugged out beyond belief.
Still dodging his daughters' bedtime reality edits.
And still... just a little chaotic.
A/N The fourth wall part was purely ai, because I myself couldn't describe how Sora is right now...yes, he has reached prime soul king and probably by this point in time surpass him.
He has fused with Reio...as in fully.
He is now the Reio.
So hey...the story is over...for those people on Watpad, go read announcements, and place vote, for webnovel I will have a screenshot up so you can read it, if no screenshot there, please tell me so I can put it there.
Now let me say this....Sora is stronger that current Gabriel and will be....for a while, Gabriel will not reach his level up until he fully master his power, if there is even a slight chance the beast can take over, he will still be a Sora victim.
And...Sora officially dethroned Takeo of his title as my strongest oc...well dam, unless I write a dragon ball story or something equally as busted, it will stay that way....for a while.
Anyway, that was it...hope you enjoy my story and my writing style, had fun writing it.
Below please tell me your likes and dislikes of it, and if its anything related to female lead shouldn't be Rukia.....please keep that opinion to yourself.
Was this story my best one yet, or do you still prefer Gabriel?
Anyway, see ya.