Looking at the bloody scene before him, Yuno felt no discomfort. Instead, he pondered calmly,
"Let's take this opportunity to completely consolidate the Chaos Zone…"
At that moment, a metallic electronic voice echoed in his mind:
[Ding! Killed hundreds of "Wolf" members — reward: 50 achievement points!]
[Achievement unlocked: "Hundred Kills" — reward: 100 achievement points!]
Yuno wasn't surprised. He had grown used to this voice.
Every time you traverse time, there's always a cheat.
And Yuno was no exception.
When he first awoke in this world, a panel appeared in his mind.
A cheat, which he named the "Bleach Template."
Not "bleach" as in detergent, but Bleach, one of the Big Three manga!
[Host]: Yuno
[Achievement Points]: 155
[Slash]: Swordsmanship (Proficiency: 85)
[Hakuda]: White Strike (Proficiency: 65)
[Shunpo]: Instant Step (Proficiency: 75)
[Ghost]:
• Hado #4: White Thunder (Proficiency: 100)
• Hado #33: Blue Fire Crash Down (Proficiency: 100)
• Hado #63: Thunder Roar Cannon (Proficiency: 60)
• Bakudo #30: Shitotsu Sansen (Proficiency: 75)
[Special]: ...
Yuno had been exploring the system for some time now.
The core combat framework of the Bleach world — Slash, Hakuda, Shunpo, and Ghost — was clearly laid out in the panel.
Each branch listed familiar and unfamiliar skills.
For instance, under [Slash], besides the basic swordsmanship, various Zanpakutō names were displayed:
Hyorinmaru, Ryujin Jakka, Tensa Zangetsu, Senbonzakura, Kyoka Suigetsu…
All the Shikai and Bankai from the original series could be found under this branch.
The same applied to the others.
[Hakuda] contained hand-to-hand techniques.
[Shunpo] referred to high-speed movement like Shunpo.
[Ghost] included Kido — both destructive Hado and binding Bakudo spells.
As for [Special], it remained a mystery.
But Yuno had a guess: perhaps it contained the powers of Hollows or Quincies?
With enough achievement points, he could theoretically master all Shinigami abilities!
Just imagine it — a Hollow dodge to the left, a Hado blast to the right, a flash step behind the enemy, then Bankai!
The mere thought thrilled Yuno.
But unlocking skills demanded an enormous amount of achievement points. Even if he spent his entire life gathering them, it might not be enough to unlock everything.
The point cost was so outrageous, Yuno didn't even want to think about it.
If someone were a completionist, they'd probably fall into despair...
Thankfully, Yuno wasn't.
Besides, achievement points weren't just for unlocking skills — they could also boost proficiency.
Though the cost was steep, using a skill also naturally improved it through experience.
Yuno had spent just 2 points to unlock [White Thunder], then 5 more to max its proficiency to 100.
This gave him some real combat ability and a shot at surviving this world.
There was no spiritual energy here — at least, not naturally occurring. Perhaps due to his cheat, Yuno used stamina as fuel instead. It reminded him a bit of Devil Fruits.
Gaining points was simple: defeat enemies or achieve special feats.
His first batch came from wild animals in the forest.
From there, he unlocked [Swordsmanship], and once it reached proficiency 80, Yuno could perform a flying slash — achieving the level of a true swordsman!
But eventually, killing animals no longer granted points.
Yuno suspected it was because they no longer posed a threat to him.
The system probably judged danger and reward accordingly.
Clearing those thoughts, Yuno turned and headed toward his next destination.
It was the territory of the Iron Hand Gang, one of the three major underground factions.
These three factions were a blight upon Donzik Island, much like the "Evil Wolf"—cruel, domineering, and utterly ruthless.
They oppressed men and women alike, committing unspeakable atrocities. To the innocent civilians, they were a living nightmare.
The residents who had once rescued Yuno were humble, decent folk—long tormented by these gangs. Many had lost family and friends to their tyranny.
Now that Yuno had chosen to act, he would see this through to the end.
He would erase them all—down to the last trace.
Yuno soon arrived at the Iron Hand Gang's stronghold.
A bar.
Dusk had just begun to fall. Though darkness hadn't yet arrived, music and drunken laughter echoed from within, accompanied by the heavy scent of alcohol and lust.
Two guards stood lazily at the entrance beneath a blood-red sign:
"NO TRESPASSING. VIOLATORS WILL DIE."
The word "DIE" was painted in fresh crimson, like freshly spilled blood.
Yuno sneered beneath his mask.
"Dancing... on the edge of your own graves?"
He stepped forward, his movements calm—yet each footfall rang like judgment.
Naturally, the guards noticed.
"Stop right there! Who are you?" one of them barked.
Yuno gave no reply.
Only a flicker of crimson light flashed behind the black-and-white mask—his spiritual pressure leaking ever so slightly like a blade unsheathing in silence.
A chill ran through the guards' spines, but they forcefully suppressed it. This was Iron Hand Gang territory, after all. Anyone who dared stir up trouble here was digging their own grave!
The second guard immediately drew a pistol, aiming directly at Yuno's head.
"You wanna die that bad?" he growled.
Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunfire exploded into the air.
The two guards already pictured Yuno's head bursting open—grinning wickedly, anticipating the carnage.
But Yuno moved.
With a single, effortless motion, he raised his sword.
The bullets deflected, spinning harmlessly into the ground.
He hadn't even taken a step back.
The guards froze, stunned.
"H-He blocked it?"
The one holding the gun dropped his jaw in disbelief.
Yuno's voice cut through the tension like ice:
"Are you prepared to pay the price for attacking me?"
He raised his hand.
A sharp hum resonated through the air.
A colossal arc of sword energy—over ten meters long—roared forward, cutting through both guards and slicing diagonally across the entire bar!
Boom!
The building exploded in a storm of dust and collapsing wood, smoke billowing into the sky.
Screams echoed from the rubble:
"What the hell?! An earthquake?!"
"My leg! My leg's broken! Help!"
Dozens of gang members clawed their way out of the wreckage, disoriented, coughing, terrified.
From the debris emerged a towering figure—muscles bulging, veins pulsing, face twisted in fury.
It was Terry, the Iron Hand Gang's leader.
Unlike the others, he had strength and a touch of instinct. He immediately knew: this was no accident.
They were under attack.
A vein bulged in his neck, and his eyes burned red with rage.
"WHO?! WHO DARES ATTACK ME?!"
His fury locked onto the lone, masked figure standing calmly amidst the destruction—unshaken, untouched.
"You…" he snarled, "who the hell are you?! Why are you attacking the Iron Hand Gang?!"
Yuno tilted his head slightly, his voice calm—yet sharp enough to pierce bone.
"Why would I need a reason... to kill scum like you?"
As the final word fell, he raised his hand.
Another sword slash cut through the air—
—straight toward Terry.