Since a Sin Value existed, it meant that the detained Morita Nijūshichirō deserved his punishment.
And judging from the numerical value, this guy was likely a major problem.
It was common knowledge that the species known as Menos Grande needed to devour each other to complete their evolution. Every Gillian was formed by the aggregation of hundreds or thousands of ordinary Hollows.
To become an Adjuchas, one needed to devour other Gillians.
The two Adjuchas that had just been suppressed into the Tōkatsu Hell only had a Sin Value of 777, while this Morita Nijūshichirō was equivalent to one-seventh of an Adjuchas.
The extent of his cruelty could be imagined.
[Your Reiatsu has improved.]
[Your Kendō has improved, current level is LV25.]
The slight increase in Reiatsu was better than nothing, but in terms of Kendō, there were a few distinct insights.
A pile of memories of swinging a sword under the moon flooded into his mind, making Naraku Sora's eyes increasingly bright.
Just like when his Hakuda improved earlier, this wasn't force-fed like pulling up seedlings to help them grow.
Instead, it allowed his body to quickly adapt to the process of that cultivation, thereby gradually becoming stronger.
Having tasted the sweetness, Naraku Sora greeted the other jailers and then rushed non-stop to the Detention Room to continue escorting the rebels.
Seeing the rookie looking tireless, an honest smile of relief appeared on Nishikawa's face.
In the past, no one was willing to do this kind of hard labor. Now, a nuclear-powered donkey willing to work overtime had arrived.
He could finally take a break.
The taste of slacking off was truly nice.
Naraku Sora picked up another rebel Shinigami whose Reiryoku had been sealed and walked cheerfully towards the underground, just in time to catch Nishikawa's admiring gaze.
So, he grinned at him.
Senior Nishikawa was truly a good person.
To be so assured in letting a rookie escort such heinous criminals; he absolutely could not betray this hard-won trust.
The two looked at each other, both revealing a knowing smile.
Although escorting sinners didn't require much technical skill, because the prison was underground, the process of running back and forth wasn't short.
Fortunately, Naraku Sora enjoyed it.
[Your Hakuda has improved, current level is LV27!]
[Your understanding of Hadō has improved, perfect mastery of Hadō #31. Shakkahō!]
[Your understanding of Bakudō has improved, successfully learned Bakudō #39. Enkosen!]
[Your understanding of Shunpo has improved, current level is LV23!]
[Your comprehension of Kendō has improved, current level is LV26!]
[Your Reiatsu has improved, current Spirit Power Level 11!]
[Your alcohol tolerance has improved!]
[Your understanding of...]
Something strange seemed to have mixed in.
Aside from the basic Zankensoki and Reiatsu, could he also extract certain unique characteristics from the sinners?
Naraku Sora looked at the prompts given by the system, lost in thought.
But soon, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, as if he saw the peak of life right before his eyes.
Although the gains from a single rebel were limited, they added up over time.
Moreover, each of them had the level of an elite Shinigami or even a Seated Officer, coupled with a relatively high Sin Value.
Overall, Naraku Sora's improvement was quite considerable.
It was almost catching up to his arduous training at the Shin'ō Academy.
If before he wasn't even at the level to be a meat shield against a single finger of Aizen, then now Naraku Sora could proudly announce—
The power of a mere finger of Sōsuke is nothing more than this!
The future is promising, the future is promising!
If this trend continued, let alone the Central Great Underground Prison, even the position of Warden would be his!
Now was fantasy time.
With a joyful mood, Naraku Sora hummed lightly as he returned to the surface, preparing to ask Senior Nishikawa a few questions.
For example, when the next batch of sinners would be delivered.
Or whether jailers could go out to arrest those who violated justice.
If the profit from 5% participation was this exaggerated, wouldn't 100% send him to the heavens?
The superstructure of the Central Great Underground Prison was no different from the barracks of the Gotei 13; it was even a bit more luxurious.
After all, suppressed below were all the sinners since the founding of the Seireitei.
If something went wrong here, it would be no different from Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni instantly activating his Bankai within the Seireitei.
Perhaps even more serious.
However, according to Nishikawa, prison breaks had occurred more than once, and without exception, they involved the families corresponding to Central 46.
Therefore, being a jailer in the Central Prison was truly a high-risk job.
Even more so than being a Shinigami of the Gotei 13.
"Naraku, I was just looking for you."
Before he had walked far within the barracks, Naraku Sora saw Nishikawa walking towards him.
"Senior Nishikawa, I also have a few questions I want to consult you about."
"Ask on the way."
"Where to?"
"Lady Shutara wants to see you."
"?"
Naraku Sora slowly typed a question mark in his mind.
Was he exposed?
For no reason at all, why was that woman looking for him?
Considering Shutara Senjumaru's identity, Naraku Sora instantly became vigilant.
Perhaps seeing his confusion, Nishikawa casually explained:
"Maybe it's because of your performance when escorting those two Adjuchas?"
"Actually, the Central Prison hasn't had a rookie with as much potential as you in a long time."
"Lady Warden cherishes talent; perhaps she might directly promote you to be a Chief Jailer."
A Chief Jailer was comparable to a Seated Officer. With Naraku Sora's current strength, he was more than qualified.
Although that was said, his transmigrator's persecution complex flared up, making him increasingly uneasy.
It wasn't hard to tell from his words that the honest Nishikawa was genuinely happy for Naraku Sora.
"Let's go, don't keep Lady Warden waiting too long."
Since things had come to this, he could only bite the bullet.
The two walked one after another towards the center of the barracks.
There were few people on the road; most jailers were executing punishments in the hell below.
Thus, it seemed a bit deserted here.
Even if someone passed by, they would only respectfully bow to Nishikawa and then hurry away.
The overall atmosphere was quite solemn.
The two arrived in front of a spacious wooden house. The sliding door opened, and the elegant woman with pale skin sat in the middle, a faint smile playing on her brows and eyes.
Looking at her made Naraku Sora feel a bit creeped out inside.
In front of those eyes, he always had the illusion that even his underwear was being seen through.
"Naraku Sora, your previous performance was good. Given that your strength also meets the standard, from now on, you are the 10th Seat of the Central Prison."
A smile hung on the corner of Shutara Senjumaru's mouth. "In addition, leave the matters of the hell to others. You stay in the barracks to assist me with some paperwork."
Hearing this, Naraku Sora's expression instantly twisted a few degrees, and he said with difficulty:
"Lady Warden, actually my performance was very average. I almost couldn't hold on. Could you let me continue to hone myself in the lower levels for a period of time?"
As soon as these words came out, Nishikawa's eyes widened instantly.
The last person who disobeyed Lady Shutara's order seemed to have committed suicide by being stabbed thirty-eight times in the back, right?
How many heads does this kid have to dare speak like this?
"Lady Shutara, Naraku is..." Nishikawa tried to save a fresh life.
However, before he could finish speaking, he saw a scene that shocked him into doubting life.
Shutara Senjumaru arrived in front of Naraku Sora in a few steps. Her slender fingers reached out and directly pinched that face, which was twisted but held a hint of stubbornness.
She leaned close to the boy's ear. Her gentle breath was close at hand, and her low whispers entered along with a wisp of elegant fragrance:
"Little brat, won't you really reconsider?"