Seventy hours had passed since Frank entered the Abyss of Despair.
During that time.
Frank tried countless times to climb up, even resorting to using his teeth to bite into the protrusions on the rock wall, just so he could use them in place of his hands and climb a little higher!
But even so, Frank's best record was only climbing two or three meters higher, and the price he paid was a mouthful of good teeth.
"Time... is running out."
Luo De murmured in his heart, "Frank... don't force me to kill you with my own hands."
Down in the Abyss of Despair.
Frank lay weakly on the ground, a bitter expression on his face.
He was careless.
He thought it would be easy to find the power hidden deep in his soul, as Luo De had said.
But after dozens of hours and countless attempts, Frank was almost desperate, and even began to suspect that Luo De was lying to him!
Where was the power hidden deep in his soul?
In this silent and enclosed darkness, Frank had called out countless times, prayed countless times, and even begged... but to no avail!
Only the chain was shortening under the erosion, now only a short section remained in front of his chest.
The pain of the soul and the despair of the heart all foreshadowed that his end would disappear like this chain!
But Frank was not willing to accept it.
His consciousness gradually blurred, and Frank felt like he was having a dream.
In the dream, there were his family and the souls of those who died at his hands, these images switched back and forth, like a revolving lantern.
Drip... drip...
A cold touch came, Frank opened his eyes and found himself lying in a pile of ruins.
Under the gray sky, it was raining heavily.
The raindrops fell on his body, cold and piercing, Frank slowly climbed up, his eyes a little dazed: "Where... is this?"
"This is your inner world."
A man in a white trench coat appeared, his appearance was somewhat similar to Frank.
"You... who are you?"
Frank immediately became alert, his muscles tensed, ready to fight back at any time.
"Pitiful... pathetic..."
The white-clothed Frank said coldly: "How many times do I have to call out before you can hear my name?"
Frank's eyes turned cold: "I have never seen you before, who are you? Why do you look like me?"
"Can't you see it yet?"
The white-clothed Frank sneered, with a look of disdain on his face: "I am you... Frank!"
"You are me?"
A flash of inspiration flashed in Frank's mind, and he suddenly thought of what Luo De had said before, and subconsciously: "You are the power hidden in my soul that Luo De mentioned?"
"You could say that."
The white-clothed Frank said lightly: "But to be precise, it should be your Shinigami power."
"Great!"
Frank's eyes lit up: "Hurry up and give me power, or I'm going to turn into a monster!"
"Give you power?"
Hearing this, the white-clothed Frank's eyes turned cold, "Frank, you may have misunderstood something."
"What do you mean?"
Frank frowned slightly, puzzled: "Aren't you my power?"
"Tell me, what do you want?"
The white-clothed Frank said coldly.
"I..."
Frank was suddenly stunned, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer this question.
Yes... what do I want?
He had never thought about these things before, he just used anger to seek revenge, eliminate all evil!
But when the white-clothed Frank asked, Frank suddenly didn't know how to answer this question.
"Frank..."
The white-clothed Frank said lightly: "Do you remember how many lives have fallen under your gun?
Is it one hundred, two hundred?
Or one thousand, two thousand?
What are you pursuing?
Revenge?
Or upholding justice?
Or is it just venting anger?
Tell me... Frank!
Are you now a revenger, or a punisher?"
Frank clenched his fists, veins popping out on his forehead: "Is there any difference?"
"There is a difference..."
The white-clothed Frank's eyes were deep: "I need to know your answer, tell me your most truthful answer, Frank!"
Frank was silent.
As the white-clothed Frank said, many times, he had already lost track of himself.
Was he a revenger consumed by anger, or a punisher executing justice?
Frank lowered his head, his eyes full of loneliness, and muttered to himself:
"I have despaired...
I have also been disappointed...
Whenever I recall that day, when the bullets of sin pierced their chests, my anger could not be restrained, and even almost swallowed my sanity!
I am very clear...
As long as there is still profit in this world, then evil can never be eliminated, this is an isolated and endless war!
Anger is my bullet!
Hatred is my blood!
And justice... is my belief!
Since the law and order cannot judge, then I will become the punisher, to maintain that ridiculous and pale justice!
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!
This is not revenge... it's punishment!
The guilty, shall be punished!"
Frank's eyes were bloodshot, roaring almost hysterically, invisible spiritual power was shaking, setting off a towering tornado!
"Remember your belief at this moment..."
The white-clothed Frank showed a smile, with a hint of relief, and a hint of pity:
"Call out... Frank!"
"Call out... my name!"
...
Boom!!!
A fiery meteor shot straight into the sky from the bottom of the pit, and then quickly fell to the ground!
"Oh?"
Luo De raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a smile: "It seems you succeeded, Frank."
Frank in a black trench coat, with a huge white skull printed on the back, holding his Zanpakuto!
Different from Luo De's Zanpakuto, Frank's Zanpakuto is a standard Western knight sword.
This sword has no gorgeous appearance, no dazzling decoration, it is an ordinary and simple sword that is easily overlooked!
"This sword..."
Luo De's eyes fell on the knight sword, and he was slightly surprised.
Zanpakuto is the manifestation of one's soul, in other words, the style, appearance, and ability are all related to the individual's soul.
But Frank's Zanpakuto is actually an ordinary Western knight sword, which was somewhat beyond Luo De's expectations.
"Thank you."
After Frank thanked Luo De, he turned to look at the sword in his hand and murmured, "This... is my power?"
"Congratulations."
Luo De clapped his hands and said, "From today onwards, you are no longer the Punisher Frank, but the Shinigami - Frank!"
"Heh..."
Frank grinned and shook his head: "Compared to the title of Shinigami, I prefer the Punisher more."
"Then lesson three~"
Luo De pulled out the knife from his cane and aimed it at Frank: "Let me see your Zanpakuto ability."
Rather than Frank being called Shinigami, he was more curious about what abilities this seemingly ordinary sword had.
"Okay!"
Frank didn't object, and said with a smile: "I was almost killed by you, it's not too much to let me cut you twice, right?"
Luo De said with a smile: "If you can do it."
"Be careful, Luo De."
Frank stroked the sword with his rough hand, a heavy look flowing in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "It's my first time using it, I won't be responsible if I accidentally kill you!"
"Come on!"
Luo De narrowed his eyes, and a huge spiritual pressure was released instantly, like a landslide and tsunami, stirring up gusts of wind out of thin air!
Frank held the sword horizontally in front of his chest, glared angrily, roared, and recited:
"Justice is pale and humble, but by no means powerless!"
"Shikai - Pale Justice!!!"