Seventy hours have passed since Frank entered the abyss of despair.

period.

Frank tried to climb up countless times, and even used his teeth to bite the protrusions on the rock wall, just to replace his hands and let him climb a little further!

But even so, Frank's best record was only to climb two or three meters higher, and the price was a good tooth.

"The time... is almost here."

Lord said silently in his heart: "Frank... don't force me to kill you myself."

Under the abyss of despair.

Frank lay weakly on the ground with a bitter look on his face.

He was careless.

I thought it was easy to find the power hidden in the depths of my soul, as Lord said.

But after dozens of hours and countless attempts, Frank was almost desperate, and even had a little doubt that Lord was lying to him!

Where is the power hidden in the depths of the soul?

In this silent and claustrophobic darkness, Frank has called countless times, prayed countless times, and even begged... but he has not been answered!

Only the chain shortened due to erosion, and now only the short section on the chest remains.

The pain of the soul and the despair in the heart all herald his end, and it will disappear like this chain!

But Frank was not reconciled.

Consciousness gradually dimmed, and Frank felt as if he had a dream.

In the dream, there are his family members and the souls who died under his hands. These pictures switch back and forth like a marquee.

Tick ​​tock...tick tock...

With a cold touch, Frank opened his eyes and found himself lying in a rubble.

The gray sky was raining heavily.

The raindrops fell on his body, icy and biting, and Frank slowly got up, his eyes a little confused: "Here... where is it?"

"This is your inner world."

A man in a white trench coat appeared, and his appearance was somewhat similar to Frank.

"Who are you?"

Frank suddenly raised his vigilance, and his muscles were tense, ready to fight back at any time.

"Poor... pathetic..."

Frank in white said coldly, "How many times do you have to call me before you can hear my name?"

Frank's eyes turned cold: "I've never seen you before. Who are you? Why do you look the same as me?"

"Don't see it yet?"

Frank in white sneered with disdain on his face: "I am you...Frank!"

"You are me?"

A flash of light flashed in Frank's mind, and he suddenly thought of what Lord said before, subconsciously: "You are Lord who said, that power hidden in my soul?"

"you can say it this way."

Frank in white said lightly: "But to be precise, it should be the power of death that belongs to you."

"Great!"

Frank's eyes lit up: "Hurry up and give me strength, or I'll turn into a monster!"

"Give you strength?"

Hearing this, Frank in white looked slightly cold, "Frank, you may have made a mistake."

"What's the meaning?"

Frank frowned slightly, puzzled: "Don't you belong to my power?"

"Tell me, what do you want?"

Frank in white said coldly.

"I......"

Frank was suddenly stunned, not knowing how to answer this question for a while.

yeah...what do i want?

He had never thought of this before, and only used his anger to seek revenge,

Destroy all evil!

But when Frank in white asked, Frank suddenly didn't know how to answer this question.

"Frank..."

Frank in white said lightly: "Do you remember how many lives fell under your gun?

One hundred, two hundred?

Or one thousand, two thousand?

What are you after?

Revenge?

Or uphold justice?

Or are you just venting your anger?

tell me...Frank!

Are you now an Avenger or a Punisher? "

Frank clenched his fists, and blue veins burst on his forehead: "Does it make any difference?"

"There is a difference..."

Frank in white has deep eyes: "I need to know your answer, tell me your truest answer, Frank!"

Frank was silent.

As Frank in white said, many times, he has not figured it out.

Is he an avenger consumed by rage, or a punisher who executes justice?

Frank lowered his head, his eyes filled with loneliness, and muttered to himself:

"I used to despair...

I have also been lost...

Whenever I think back to the day when the bullet of sin pierced through their chests, my anger couldn't be contained, and it was about to consume my sanity!

I am certain......

As long as there are interests in this world, then evil will never be eliminated. This is a helpless and never-ending war!

Anger is my bullet!

Hatred is in my blood!

And justice...is my belief!

Since law and order cannot be judged, it is up to me to be the punisher to uphold that ridiculous and pale justice!

Violence with violence, blood for blood!

This is not revenge...it is punishment!

Sinners, be punished! "

Frank's eyes were red, and he was almost roaring. The invisible spiritual power was shaking, setting off a tornado that soared into the sky!

"Remember your beliefs at this moment..."

Frank in white showed a smile, with a hint of relief and a hint of pity:

"Call...Frank!"

"Calling... my name!"

......

boom! ! !

A flaming meteor shot straight into the sky from the bottom of the pit, and then quickly fell to the ground!

"Oh?"

Lord raised his eyebrows lightly and said with a smile: "It seems that you succeeded, Frank."

Frank, in a black trench coat, has a huge white skull printed on his back, and holds his own Zanpakutō in his hand!

Unlike Lord's Zanpakutō, Frank's Zanpakutō is a standard western knight's sword.

This sword has no gorgeous appearance, no gorgeous decoration, it is a sword that is so ordinary and simple that it is easy to be ignored!

"This sword..."

Lord's gaze fell on the knight's sword, slightly surprised.

Zanpakutō is the embodiment of its soul, in other words, its style, appearance, and abilities are all related to the soul of an individual.

But Frank's Zanpakutō turned out to be an ordinary Western knight's sword, which was somewhat beyond Lord's expectations.

"Thank you."

After Frank thanked Lord, he turned to look at the sword in his hand and murmured, "Is this...is my power?"

"congratulations."

Lord clapped his hands and said, "From today onwards, you are no longer Frank the Punisher, but the God of Death - Frank!"

"Ah......"

Frank grinned, shook his head and said, "I prefer the Punisher more than the God of Death."

"Then the third lesson~"

Lord pulled out the knife in his cane and pointed it at Frank: "Let me see, your Zanpakutō ability."

Compared with Frank's title of death, he was more curious about what power this seemingly ordinary sword had.

"OK!"

Frank didn't object, and said with a smile, "I almost got killed by you. It's not too much for me to chop twice, right?"

Lord smiled and said, "If you can do it."

"Be careful, Lord."

Frank stroked the blade with a rough hand, with a heavy look in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "It's the first time I've used it, and I won't be responsible if I kill you!"

"bring it on!"

Lorde's eyes narrowed slightly, and the huge spiritual pressure was instantly released, like a landslide and tsunami, rolling up gusts of wind and waves out of thin air!

Frank crossed the sword in his chest, glared angrily, let out a low roar, and said:

"Justice is pale and humble, but not powerless!"

"Beginning Solution - Pale Justice!!!"