American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Death's arrangements cannot be changed.

What is destined to happen will inevitably happen.

The road was as wide as a soccer field, and there wasn't another car for miles, yet a tanker truck suddenly appeared from the opposite direction, its massive horn blasting, freezing Jessie stiff.

The car crashed head-on into the tanker truck, shattering like a toy.

One second the sky was bright and sunny, the next it turned dim.

In the aftermath of the accident, the twisted, mangled car lay in the middle of the road. Jessie was instantly dead, her precious son nearby.

As the light shifted, another Jessie appeared out of nowhere, staring blankly at the chaotic scene, at a loss for words.

Just then, a taxi slowly pulled up behind her, and a tall, thin man dressed in black got out.

His expression was indifferent, ignoring the people and the gawking crowd, he walked straight to Jessie and said, "Are you alright?"

Jessie turned around: "Who are you?"

"Just an insignificant driver. That child is beyond saving. No one can stop Death from taking him. But you are different. Need a ride?"

Jessie's mind was in a daze: "Yes, take me to the pier!"

Jessie was about to get into the car with the driver, seamlessly entering another reincarnation.

Qi Shan, who had been watching coldly, finally made his move.

In that instant, Qi Shan had already locked onto the strange energy surrounding him.

This energy was interesting, somewhat like Hollows, somewhat like Death Gods, but clearly more pure, as if it were another power system, yet containing all things in the universe.

One thing Qi Shan was sure of was that the other party's power wasn't exaggerated enough to manipulate time.

Everything around them must be fake. He was only manipulating Jessie, trapping her in an endless cycle of illusion.

"Mystic Art, Water Release, Rain Tiger at Will Technique."

As the words left his mouth, the weather instantly changed, and thick dark clouds formed in the blink of an eye, covering the entire area.

Amidst the rumbling thunder, a heavy rain poured down.

Now that he had seen through the illusion, the first thing to do was to figure out what was real and what was fake!

The Rain Tiger at Will Technique, with its ultra-wide range exploration, was perfect for this.

Suddenly, a heavy rain began to fall, scattering the gawking crowd, soaking the ground, and creating countless ripples on the sea.

But strangely, such a dramatic downpour went unnoticed by the tourists leisurely fishing on the sea, the beauties sunbathing on the beach, or the crowd watching the commotion on the road.

They seemed completely unaware, continuing to do their own thing.

Within the entire area, only Jessie and the Death God reacted to the Rain Tiger at Will Technique.

Jessie stared blankly at the dark clouds in the sky, her mind a blank. Although she didn't know what was wrong, she felt an odd sense of discomfort.

The Death God, however, looked directly in the direction of Qi Shan.

"Interesting, interesting, so it's you! Looks like this time I need to borrow a bit of Aizen Sōsuke's power!"

A light flashed in Qi Shan's hand, and a tachi inlaid with a light green gem appeared out of thin air.

Then, his figure flickered, and he appeared directly in front of the Death God.

The intense wind pressure swept over, blowing Jessie into the air and into the sea.

Just seconds before, the Death God driver, who had been so solicitous, wanting to take her to the pier, now treated her like trash, not even glancing at her, his eyes fixed on Qi Shan.

"You shouldn't exist. How did you get in here?"

Qi Shan slowly drew his sword, saying casually, "You shouldn't be asking me that question. You should be asking yourself. I was just on vacation at sea, and I accidentally got caught up in this horror cruise, discovering such an interesting cycle game. How could I not get involved!

This game must have been designed by you, right? Impressive indeed!

The cruise ship named Aeolus, similar to the endless cycle of punishment of moving stones, it seems you compare yourself to the God of Death!

But I seriously doubt you have that much ability!"

The tip of the sword flashed out, and Qi Shan said indifferently: "Shatter, Kyōka Suigetsu!"

The blade instantly shattered, scattering like shards of glass. The Death God became alert. Although he felt nothing, his instincts told him something was wrong.

"What are you doing!"

Qi Shan said nonchalantly: "Don't worry, just a little trick."

"Although I don't know how you got in here, you are a major mistake, and I must eliminate you first!"

The Death God said expressionlessly.

Qi Shan laughed wildly: "Good, good, that's exactly what I want!

This world is incredibly boring. I originally thought aliens would appear, but it turned out to be just a boring Terminator and a Superman with power but no brains.

I didn't expect there to be someone like you. I'm curious, after I kill you, will anyone else come to avenge you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Shan suddenly appeared behind the Death God, and a flash of light passed, splattering the Death God with blood.

The Death God was stunned, his body diagonally cut in half from the shoulder. As blood gushed out, the upper half of his body gradually slid down, landing on the ground with a thud.

The other half couldn't stand and fell forward, splattering blood everywhere.

Qi Shan ignored the body on the ground and looked at Kyōka Suigetsu in his hand, which had somehow returned to its original state.

The corners of his mouth slightly turned up: "As expected, it's not the feeling of cutting a soul body! Clearly telling me it's fake, but I didn't notice when you left. Your methods are indeed brilliant!"

Another Death God suddenly appeared behind Qi Shan. The same attire, the same appearance.

"You are indeed very dangerous!"

The Death God simply said one sentence. The crowd that had been watching the commotion just a second ago suddenly went crazy, staring at Qi Shan with fanatic eyes, shouting meaningless cries, like zombies rushing forward.

Without a doubt, if it were an ordinary person, they would be torn to pieces by the frenzied crowd.

But for Qi Shan, these people were simply too weak to withstand a single blow.

The crowd swarmed around, punching, biting, and even grabbing whatever they could find to throw. Qi Shan didn't resist, only turning his head to look at the Death God with some surprise.

"Is this all you've got? If so, I'm very disappointed!"

The Death God's face turned somewhat dark.