Since a Sin Value existed, it meant that the imprisoned Morita Nijushichiro deserved his punishment.
And judging by the numbers, this guy was likely a major problem.
It was common knowledge that the Great Hollow species needed to devour one another 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 Reviving Hell only had a Sin Value of 777, yet this Morita Nijushichiro was equivalent to one-seventh of an Adjuchas.
One could imagine the extent of his cruelty.
[Your Reiatsu has increased.]
[Your Kendo has increased, currently LV25.]
The faint increase in Reiatsu was better than nothing, but he gained some unique insights regarding Kendo.
A flood of memories involving swinging a blade under the moonlight rushed into his mind, making Naraku Sora's eyes shine brighter.
Just like the improvement in Hakuda earlier, this wasn't a force-fed method that encouraged growth through counterproductive haste.
Instead, it allowed his body to quickly adapt to the cultivation process, thereby gradually becoming stronger.
Having tasted the sweetness of these benefits, Naraku Sora greeted the other jailers and then rushed non-stop to the holding cell to continue transporting the rebels.
Seeing the newcomer looking tireless, a gratified smile appeared on Nishikawa's honest face.
In the past, no one was willing to do this hard labor, but now there was a nuclear-powered workhorse who was willing to work overtime.
He could finally take a break.
The taste of slacking off was truly nice.
Naraku Sora picked up another Shinigami rebel whose spiritual power had been sealed and walked happily toward the underground, just happening to catch Nishikawa's admiring gaze.
So, he grinned at him.
'This Senior Nishikawa is really a good person.'
'To be so reassured letting a rookie transport such heinous criminals; I absolutely cannot fail this hard-won trust.'
The two exchanged glances, both revealing a knowing smile.
Although transporting criminals didn't require much technical skill, the process involved a fair bit of running back and forth since Hell was located underground.
Fortunately, Naraku Sora enjoyed it.
[Your Hakuda has increased, current level LV27!]
[Your understanding of Hado has increased, perfectly mastered Hado #31: Shakkaho!]
[Your understanding of Bakudo has increased, successfully learned Bakudo #39: Enkosen!]
[Your understanding of Flash Step has increased, current level LV23!]
[Your understanding of Kendo has increased, current level LV26!]
[Your Reiatsu has increased, current Spirit Power Level 11!]
[Your Alcohol Tolerance has increased!]
[Your...]
'Seemed like something strange got mixed in there.'
Aside from the basic Zankensoki and Reiatsu, could he also extract certain unique traits from the criminals?
Naraku Sora looked at the prompts given by the system, lost in thought.
However, the corners of his mouth soon couldn't help but rise, as if he could see the peak of his life right before his eyes.
Although the benefits brought by a single rebel were limited, they would accumulate over time.
Moreover, every one of them was at 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 Spiritual Arts Academy.
If he previously didn't even have the skill to block Aizen's blade, Naraku Sora could now proudly declare—
' The power of mere Sousuke's single finger is nothing special!'
The future is promising, truly promising!
If this trend continued, let alone the Central Great Underground Prison, even the position of Warden would be his!
Now was the time for fantasies.
With a cheerful 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 criminals would be delivered.
Or whether jailers could go out to arrest those who violated justice.
If the returns from 5% participation were this exaggerated, wouldn't 100% send him to the heavens?
The superstructure of the Central Great Underground Prison wasn't much different from the barracks of the Gotei 13; in fact, it was slightly more luxurious.
After all, it suppressed all the sinners since the founding of the Seireitei down below.
If something went wrong here, it wouldn't be any different from Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni instantly releasing his Bankai within the Seireitei.
Perhaps it would be even more severe.
However, according to Nishikawa, prison breaks had occurred more than once, and without exception, they involved the noble families corresponding to Central 46.
Therefore, working as a jailer in the Central Prison was truly a high-risk assignment.
It was even more dangerous than being a Shinigami in the Gotei 13.
"Naraku, I was just looking for you."
Before he had walked far within the barracks, Naraku Sora saw Nishikawa walking toward him.
"Senior Nishikawa, I also have a few questions I wanted to ask you."
"Ask on the way."
"Where are we going?"
"Shutara-sama wants to see you."
"?"
Naraku Sora slowly mentally typed a question mark.
Did he get caught?
Why would that woman want to see him for no reason?
Considering Shutara Senjumaru's identity, Naraku Sora immediately became vigilant.
Perhaps seeing his confusion, Nishikawa casually explained:
"It might be because of your performance when transporting those two Adjuchas, right?"
"Actually, the Central Prison hasn't had a rookie with as much potential as you in a long time."
"Lord Warden cherishes talent; perhaps she might directly promote you to Chief Jailer."
A Chief Jailer was equivalent to a seated officer; with Naraku Sora's current strength, he was more than qualified.
Although that was what was said, his transmigrator's persecution complex flared up, making him feel 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 Lord Warden waiting too long."
Since things had come to this, he had to bite the bullet and go.
The two walked one after the other toward the center of the barracks.
There were few people on the road, as most jailers were executing punishments in Hell below.
Thus, it seemed a bit deserted here.
Even if someone passed by, they would only bow respectfully to Nishikawa before hurrying away.
The overall atmosphere was quite solemn.
The two arrived in front of a spacious wooden house. The door slid open, revealing an elegant woman with pale skin sitting in the center, a faint, ambiguous smile in her eyes.
Looking at her made Naraku Sora feel a bit creeped out inside.
In front of those eyes, he had the illusion that even his underwear was being seen through.
"Naraku Sora, your previous performance was good. Given that your strength is also up to standard, from now on, you are the 10th Seat of the Central Prison."
A smile played at the corners of Shutara Senjumaru's mouth. "Additionally, leave the matters of Hell to others. You will stay in the barracks and assist this mistress with some paperwork."
Hearing this, Naraku Sora's expression immediately twisted a few degrees as he said with difficulty:
"Lord Warden, actually my performance was very average. I almost couldn't handle it. Could you let me continue to hone myself in the lower levels for a while?"
As soon as these words came out, Nishikawa's eyes went wide.
The last person who disobeyed Shutara-sama'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 that?
"Shutara-sama, Naraku he..." Nishikawa attempted to save a fresh young life.
However, before he could finish speaking, he saw a scene that shocked him into doubting life itself.
Shutara Senjumaru took a few steps to arrive in front of Naraku Sora. She extended a slender finger and pinched that face which was twisted with a hint of stubbornness.
She leaned into the boy's ear, her soft breath close at hand, whispering in a low voice that carried a wisp of elegant fragrance:
"Brat, won't you really reconsider?"