Chapter 3: Qualifications of a Powerful Death God

Xia Mu slept soundly.

In the dream world, he no longer felt cold. It seemed that there was a beautiful figure accompanying him. He rested his head on the other's thighs, which were warm and soft, which made him a little intoxicated.

But the beautiful dream did not last long. Suddenly, there was a shaking and the whole world was shattered in an instant.

Xia Mu opened his eyes sleepily, and what he saw was a round face.

This scared him, and he suddenly moved back a little, then tried to open his eyes wide, and finally saw everything in front of him clearly.

In front of him, there were several figures standing at this moment. They were all wearing black clothes and had long swords on their waists.

These people looked exactly like the man who had died at the hands of a monster before.

More importantly, he always felt that both the way these people were dressed and the monsters from before were somewhat familiar and seemed familiar. He must have seen them somewhere.

The main reason was that he was always busy with illness in the last days of his life, and he really didn't have more energy to seek entertainment, so he temporarily forgot many things.

“&#￥@#@#…”

After seeing Xia Mu wake up, the round-faced man who had woken Xia Mu up earlier spoke a lot of gibberish. He was talking, right? But the problem was that Xia Mu couldn't understand what he was saying. It was the same as the words spoken by the monster before.

Xia Mu really didn't know what the other party was talking about.

Ah Gui, you speak Chinese!

I do not know!
So, Xia Mu looked at the man with a confused look on his face.

The man continued.

Xia Mu continued to look at the other person.

stare……

After feeling Xia Mu's gaze, the man finally reacted. The other party couldn't understand anything he said.

All this was verified after Xia Mu also spoke and took the initiative to ask the other party.

Just as Xia Mu couldn't understand what he said, Xia Mu also said something, such as: "Can you speak Chinese?"

He didn't understand what it meant either.

This is awkward.

The two sides don't speak the same language, which is a big problem.

So, we had to give up the conversation temporarily.

"Captain, he looks like a person who just fell into the Hueco Mundo. Before he falls into the Hollow, should we perform a soul burial on him and lead him back to Soul Society?"

A red-haired man came up to the original flat-faced man and asked.

"It's too late." said the round-faced man.

"Hmm?" The man who spoke earlier frowned slightly and clenched the knife in his hand, ready to purify Xia Mu before he completely degenerates into a hollow.

Realizing what his subordinate meant, the round-faced man explained, "Before waking him up, I carefully checked the battlefield here and found that although the ordinary Hollow was killed by Jiro, this large Hollow was not killed by Jiro."

"what?!"

Hearing this, the red-haired man was a little surprised.

The round-faced man said in a deep voice, "Jiro should have been killed by the opponent's Hollow Flash during the battle with the Hollow. Then, his Zanpakuto was picked up by the soul in front of him. It seems that he has a special talent, which awakened the Zanpakuto that had been dormant due to Jiro's death and degenerated into Asauchi's Zanpakuto, which burst out with powerful power and killed the Hollow."

"That is to say, he is no longer a zombie now, but... the god of death!" "Him, the god of death?" The red-haired man looked at Xia Mu in disbelief.

"Without being taught by the Shin'ō Academy of Spiritual Arts, and without knowing any techniques for fighting Shinigami, can you still be called a Shinigami?"

The round-faced man said to the red-haired man, "It's not that only those who pass the graduation exam of the Maou Academy can become a god of death. In fact, before the Maou Academy was established, the definition of a god of death was much broader than it is now."

"At that time, unlike now, there was no systematic teaching for souls with the qualifications of a Shinigami. Only after they passed the exam would they be given the title of Shinigami. In the beginning, as long as they could use spiritual power and wield a Zanpakutō, they could be called a Shinigami."

"The current definition of a Shinigami was only established after the establishment of the Gotei 13 and the Maou Academy of Spiritual Arts."

"But even so, every few years, there are still some souls in Rukongai who accidentally pick up the Asagi left by the dead Shinigami, and then activate their Zanpakutō, defeat the heroes guarding the gate of Seireitei, enter Seireitei, and directly become Shinigami."

"Let's not talk about anything else. There are many nobles in the Soul Society who have learned various Shinigami abilities through family private schools. They have not gone to the Shinō Academy to study, but they can still be called Shinigami!"

He talked a lot to his subordinates.

The round-faced man has a lot of experience and is very knowledgeable, so he knows a lot of things that his subordinates don't know.

His gaze fell on Xia Mu again. "Although he has not received any systematic teaching, he was able to reawaken the dormant Asaoka. There is no doubt that he has the qualifications to be a death god. No, it should be said that he has the qualifications to become a powerful death god."

His gaze shifted and landed on Daxu's corpse.

The red-haired man followed the captain's gaze and looked at Daxu's body, his heart awed.

"Then Captain, what should we do with him?" The red-haired man waited for a while and asked the round-faced man again.

The round-faced man pondered for a moment.

Finally he stepped forward and made a clumsy gesture towards Xia Mu.

If language cannot communicate, gestures and the like should be able to communicate.

After seeing the other party's gesture, Xia Mu was stunned for a moment, and then he also made a gesture.

After some friendly "communication", Xia Mu joined the men's team.

For a period of time afterwards, he followed the round-faced man and learned how to speak from him.

After all, this is the opponent's home court, and Xia Mu can only accommodate them.

At first, Xia Mu thought this was a different world, but when the man wrote words on the desert, Xia Mu was stunned after looking at them. He did not recognize some of the words, but some of them were exactly the same as Chinese.

Combined with the way these people dress.

Now he doesn't understand.

This world seems to have some relationship with the island country.

It was no wonder that he could not understand what the other party said before. Emotions were the language over there. During the conversation with the other party, some classic words, such as "Yoshi", "Baga", "Yamedie", etc., made him more certain of this.

Because the island nation's writing system originated from Chinese and was modified based on Chinese. Some of them were directly copied from the original Chinese, so Xia Mu was able to recognize half of it.

It will be much easier to learn a language if you know half of the characters.

Time passed slowly, and after he was gradually able to have simple communications with the other party, he finally figured out the situation in this world. Some memories that were about to be forgotten in his mind were also recalled in outline.

This is indeed the world after death.

But it is the afterlife in an anime.

(End of this chapter)