Start of Nephilim/Gladiotor arc....basically all the sin fights against each other to determine who the strongest, and we get to see the full extent of a Nephilim power
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After getting his meat beautifully blown by Sun-Sun, it was back to the goddamn stress of being king again. Well, on a side note, his Nephilim Project was turning out quite decent. He actually had one surviving member—the other 200 test subjects kind of just became hollow husks that Gabriel used as a blueprint.
Sometimes, he even used them to strengthen his own soul.
His Resurrección state gave him back his tail and his wings.
It also made him look more demonic—his skin seemed to turn slightly red, his teeth grew sharper, and so did his nails.
Anyway, he was planning on building a Hollow metropolis, a place where Hollows truly belonged.
Something like the capital of his empire, a place that could be used as a symbol of his dominance and innovation.
A place called Nocturna Vastoria—The Crown of Hueco Mundo.
It would be near the castle and all that shit, but first, he needed to finish building The Arena of the Eternal Maw or (La Fauce Eterna).
It was a battle area for any Arrancar that was lieutenant level or higher to scrap in.
After post-nut clarity, he had a lot of ideas and a shit-ton of soldiers to help him with it.
So for the next six-ish months, with Hollows moving at superhuman speed and Nel overlooking the project, it was completed.
The Eternal Maw had been born.
The capital, however, was still a work in progress—Harribel was in charge of that.
So, unfortunately, he didn't have access to his wife for like six months.
Nor Sun-Sun, for that matter.
The kingdom was busy with the sheer amount of shit he had them doing.
Since he couldn't have them sitting idle, there were projects that needed to be done and so on.
Grimmjow was sent out on a lot of missions, him and Yammy.
Sure, Yammy always came back beat... somehow.
Anyway, he had sent Grimmjow to the Human World to flex a portion of his spiritual pressure.
Once that shit was done and some lieutenants were sent... they were killed.
Brutally.
Anyway, Gabriel found out that the success rate of his project went up the stronger the Soul Reaper was.
So now, only lieutenants or higher were his goal.
That Tōshirō kid still had a shit-ton of potential.
He was still on Gabriel's radar.
Apparently, he had already graduated from the academy.
Well, damn.
Anyway, so during this half a year—where he, unfortunately, received no action—he poured his energy into running the kingdom and his research, alongside his training.
His power growth was quite exponential.
He would become the strongest like this.
It wasn't until a week ago, while he was finishing up some research, that he discovered some Shinigami souls had been tortured.
Soul Society was getting suspicious about their strong members vanishing like that.
They would sense Hollow presence, but when they checked... nothing.
Something was odd.
However, Soul Society didn't worry too much. Hollows still attacked as they always did.
As far as they were aware, Hueco Mundo followed the law of the jungle—where the strong thrived, and their king was a bum.
An old man who sat around doing nothing.
If he got too bored, a female Hollow would stroke his bone... quite literally.
Wonder if he nutted dust.
Hueco Mundo could never have something organized and grand.
POV Change.
Gabriel and Harribel sat high above the arena, perched on a stone outcrop that overlooked the battlefield. The winds of Hueco Mundo swept around them, kicking up small clouds of white sand.
Yes, they were inside The Arena of the Eternal Maw or (La Fauce Eterna).
Harribel, ever composed, leaned slightly against Gabriel, watching with her usual cool expression.
"You planned this out, didn't you?"
"Hollows will be Hollows. You give them peace, and they start itching for a fight. Besides, it's tradition."
Gabriel's voice was quite gentle throughout this.
You see, this... this was an annual event. A proving ground to determine the strongest.
Not a chaotic free-for-all, but an organized, structured 1v1 tournament.
The Sins would battle each other, but they were the main event.
Like, come on—if they fought first, who would even be interested in the lesser Sins fighting?
First, it was time for the lieutenants—the second-in-commands—to showcase their strength.
The first match was set: Lucius Null vs. Shawlong Kufang.
Gabriel's gaze flickered to the two combatants as they stepped into the arena, their reiatsu already clashing before the fight even started.
Lucius, the sole survivor of Gabriel's Nephilim Project, exuded a quiet, detached confidence. His cold, calculating eyes contrasted with the sheer, raw power he wielded. Unlike traditional Arrancar, his Resurrección wasn't purely Hollow-based—it was something beyond, something unnatural.
It was an actual Asauchi.
A Zanpakutō.
A Zanpakutō that Gabriel had transformed to the Hollow side.
Whoever created this blade no longer had access to it.
Across from him, Shawlong Kufang stood tall, disciplined as ever. His reiatsu flared, steady and sharp. While not as reckless as his leader, he carried that same ruthless efficiency in combat.
Gabriel grinned.
"This should be interesting."
"You really think Lucius can win?" Was Gabriel really that confident in his project?
"Oh, I'm not worried about that. I just wanna see how long Shawlong lasts before realizing he can't touch him."
He said it with a smile.
This fight would be fun.
Down below, the air grew thick with tension.
Then, with a single motion—
Lucius drew his Zanpakutō.
"Exist beyond reach, Aeternus Lapis."
The battle had begun.
A/N
Ulquiorra current sin of sloth.
At this moment, we have an equal number of chapters in draft and chapters published—72 of each. I'll probably be asleep when this chapter is released, but you can find a screenshot of my claim on Wattpad. On Webnovel, it will be available when I wake up, around 8 or 9 a.m.