Imagination is this guy's ability?
Not immediately responding, Mayuri's body lay limp on the ground, slightly opening his mouth but unable to make even the slightest sound.
It was hard to understand how such a thing could exist... no, even more so, why the opponent could affect him.
"Guh..."
Gremmy heard a low moan like a fish out of water, struggling to blow bubbles.
At this moment, he couldn't help but slightly curl up the corners of his mouth, revealing an expression of extreme mockery.
"Oh, want to say something interesting? Fine, I'll allow it."
Well then, well then~
"Just need to imagine a little."
"For example, letting your head be independent from your entire body..."
"So at this time it won't suffer from functional loss due to the overall deficiency..."
Using the most calm tone, Gremmy performed the most terrifying, even incomprehensible act.
Soon.
Mayuri's expression, after a moment of slight trembling, instantly returned to normal.
His eyeballs began to continuously rotate, as if experiencing an unprecedented new power, to the extent that even his normally cold expression showed obvious changes.
"You, what exactly are you..."
Gremmy acted quite generously, seeming to greatly enjoy Mayuri's expression and tone.
"Curious? But it's not something hard to understand. I said, things I imagine become real, things I see are influenced by me... the so-called world is merely a plaything in my hands."
Arms slightly opened, Gremmy tilted his head, his tone gradually becoming more excited.
"My power even makes Yhwach fearful, until now I've been locked in a cage, not allowed to contact outside things~"
"So like you... Soul Reapers? Yes, this is the first time I've encountered them."
"I'm quite curious, after all, I want to see what kind of power beings like you have."
As soon as the words fell.
From not far in the laboratory, a cry of surprise was heard.
This sound made Mayuri unconsciously turn his head slightly—because it was Nemu's tone.
Only to see a figure emerge from the sea of fire.
Nemu, as if suppressed by something, appeared in the field of vision of the two in a very awkward posture.
She was thrown high up, falling miserably to the ground... her head hit a broken concrete block, blood quickly seeping out.
"..."
Mayuri didn't speak, just remained silent, staring straight at Nemu in front of him.
Her return was completely within expectations.
The question now was about other aspects... why was she injured?
There shouldn't be anyone else in the laboratory.
However, just as these thoughts were forming, a shrill laugh that had been heard not long ago once again enveloped from all directions.
"Eeheeheehee, having escaped danger, yet returning? What a touching subordinate! Gahahaha~ But alas, with me here, someone like you can't escape my sight!"
"Guenael Lee!!! My ability makes me disappear, Schrift: V (Vanishing Point) makes you completely unable to detect me! How about it? Scary, right?! Ordinary mediocre talents like you certainly wouldn't understand how formidable I am!"
He jumped up and down like a monkey, moving to Mayuri's ear and shouting, completely with a tone of someone who had gotten lucky.
"Gremmy! If we join forces, we'll be invincible! Gahahaha, let's turn this place upside down together!"
Very noisy.
But also an issue that couldn't be ignored.
Mayuri calmly watched as the figure appeared in the distance, whose true form was indeed the one who had suddenly appeared beside him earlier.
Disappearing...
Was it because of this ability that he could escape unharmed after detonating the laboratory?
Something a bit thorny... two consecutive Sternritter members appearing in his lair was unacceptable no matter how you looked at it.
The so-called security measures were as exaggerated as props.
But there was no need to blame others for these things... because Mayuri had seen something incredibly precious at this moment.
The desire for research began to rise.
However, this thought had just emerged.
Gremmy had already calmly half-turned his head, looking to the side.
His expression had become much calmer at some point, this fine-featured young man looking down at the other...
Until he opened his mouth and sighed lightly.
A sense of ineffable 'regret' floated and dissipated in the air at this moment.
"You, why are you so noisy? I didn't design you this way... well, never mind."
As if talking to himself, yet more like speaking for others to hear...
Gremmy extended his right hand, gently covering Guenael Lee's face. The latter let out a soft 'ah' as if belatedly realizing, his expression instantly contorting.
"You, you, what are you doing?!!!"
His body began to continuously distort.
As if twisted by some invisible pressure, forced to collapse, exaggeratedly so.
Skin, bones, blood vessels, muscles, all like objects under a hydraulic press, becoming one jumbled mass amid creaking, strange noises.
"Gaaaaaaah..."
Hard to say if it was from pain or anger, Guenael Lee's voice severely distorted, now roaring with a hysterical feeling.
"You, why are you going crazy! At a time like this, we should join forces and deal with the opponent first!"
"No, no, no, you don't seem to understand something..."
After a pause, a calm smile appeared on Gremmy's face.
"As is well known, each person in the Sternritter has an ability representing a letter, but you have the same letter as me..."
"Why is that? Have you ever thought about this question?"
The sudden inquiry made Guenael Lee show a very strange expression.
He seemed to want to think carefully.
But unfortunately, the intense physical pain was rolling, torturing his nerves, making his screams incessant.
"I, I don't know! Hurry and change me back! If you torture me like this, His Majesty won't let you off!"
Gremmy was silent for a moment, his eyes revealing a humanized expression of disdain.
"I see, created living things ultimately aren't extensions of my will... how disappointing."
"Then, let me be somewhat frank with you. Your life, your abilities, aren't things bestowed by His Majesty."
"But things I imagined into being—things that don't exist."
Guenael Lee's expression froze for a moment.
Literal disbelief appeared on that aged and twisted face, he began to struggle violently, as if completely unable to accept this result.
Started shouting.
"What joke are you playing! I'm a member of the Sternritter, possessing power bestowed by His Majesty, I, I am..."
His tone gradually slowed.
Replaced by Gremmy's calm and unwavering statement.
"What are you?"
"You can't say anymore, can you?"
"After all, I didn't use much energy when designing you, naturally I wouldn't create excessive memories for you."
Like duckweed floating in water.
A being created from nothing, a product of imagination, this was the truth about the Sternritter member named Guenael Lee.
A brief stupor, followed by a roar, further indicating that his emotions were on the verge of collapse.
"You aaaaahhhhhh!!!"
Poof...
Dust to dust, earth to earth, debris danced in the air.
Gremmy erased what he had given life to, his expression now without any joy or sorrow.
He just turned his head to the side, gazing toward Mayuri.
That sense of having everything under control reappeared from the corner of his mouth.
"Sorry, made you watch some meaningless joke?"
Lightly flicking his right hand, as if swatting away the non-existent debris, Gremmy's tone became somewhat melancholic.
"During my time of free action, I especially went to your intelligence collection area."
"The place is huge, and there are many topics I'm interested in... yes, the sense of historical weight refers to this kind of thing?"
"And at the deepest location, I saw topics related to the Soul King. It's somewhat emotional, that being who seemed omniscient and omnipotent would end up in such a situation."
Long-winded speech.
Seemingly without value to bystanders.
But Mayuri accurately grasped the focus of the other's words, and now calmly said.
"So you also want to emulate the Soul King, using your power to create life?"
"Talking to smart people really saves effort."
Gremmy made a shrugging gesture.
"But from the results, it seems creating a life isn't a simple matter... after having its own will, it doesn't listen to you, which is rather annoying."
A tone as if seeking opinions.
Starting from facts, Gremmy was indeed seeking acknowledgment from others.
After all...
"This woman is also your work, right?"
Having browsed even the Soul King-related content, the content related to Project Nemuri was naturally also seen by him.
Nemu lay on her side, emitting muffled, painful moans. She seemed to want to stand up, but her body was completely unresponsive.
Gremmy slowly walked forward, directly squatting beside Nemu.
He showed a quite curious expression.
"Speaking of this, I'm also curious about some aspects of your behavior..."
"Squad Twelve is an organization primarily focused on research, right? So I especially didn't pay attention to so-called strong people, directly running over to your side."
"The purpose is actually simple, wanting to understand some things from you."
Gremmy closed his eyes, snapping his fingers lightly.
The air behind him distorted in an instant, then, a deep red recliner emerged from it.
Like cutting the scene into a flat cross-section, completely moving it over through a pasting method... displaying a jarring feeling that could make one choke.
But even so.
'It' was still a distinctly vivid thing, existing firmly and truly.
Mayuri calmly watched him sit down, and expressionlessly said.
"What do you want to know?"
"Your understanding of life."
A straightforward and simple statement.
Gremmy raised his right hand, pointing at Nemu beside him.
"Creating life is an interesting process, isn't it? Not simply reproduction, but creating a completely unrelated individual through your own power."
"Throughout the history of the Three Worlds, those who possess this power of life and death, there's only the Soul King."
"Just thinking that I can achieve this level gives a feeling of being comparable to the Soul King."
But.
Gremmy still had shortcomings.
"As you've seen, the lives I create are so thin, shallow, ungrateful, only knowing how to jump around like foolish things."
"Being offended by one's own creation is truly infuriating."
"I thought I was a person with good cultivation, but at times like this, I just can't contain my anger."
In comparison...
"Your experimental subject is quite interesting."
Obedient, loyal. Even having her own will, she always puts her 'creator' in the first sequence, maintaining this priority at all times.
As a fellow 'creator', the curiosity Gremmy displayed at this moment was definitely not a disguised emotion.
"So, are there any tips to reference?"
Just needing to know the reason, Gremmy was confident he could mimic similar creations.
"Don't be too stingy, if you show some generosity, I can also provide some trivial help."
Mere words, absolutely insufficient to convince the other.
Gremmy raised his right hand.
Light swallowed and revealed itself in his palm.
"See, as long as I'm willing, everything can manifest in my hands... the deficiencies and shortcomings in your research, I can help supplement and make up for them."
In other words.
"As long as you're willing to share, I can move toward a higher level of existence."
The so-called changing reality, is just a 'small matter' achieved with a gesture.
Moreover, wanting to create and erase life is similarly something Gremmy can easily accomplish.
So.
"What's your answer?"
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