Multiverse: You may be strong, But My Art Style Surpasses Yours!

Chapter:1-3

"Three gold coins!"

"Im-Impossible!"

The tall, graceful young woman's pupils contracted slightly, her body imperceptibly shaken. Her raven-black silky hair slid down her body, swaying in the gentle breeze as if reflecting her unsettled heart.

In just the time it took to take a deep breath, she regained her composure and displayed a faint smile. "Iori, you've earned so much. It's truly unexpected."

"Oh, my foolish onee-san~

If you want to surpass me, then envy me, be jealous, and turn it into motivation for improvement. Try to surpass me—Yuki!"

The other slightly shorter, handsome young man looked at his sister who had forcibly calmed herself and revealed a smug smile.

The warm spring sunlight of April shone on his fair face. His eyes were clear, his cheeks soft, and a unique youthful vigor emanated from him. Between his eyebrows was a lively spirit, and although he spoke words full of chuunibyou, it was just right to not evoke any disgust.

The young woman raised an eyebrow, but her perfect smile showed no flaws. "I've always thought Iori-kun was amazing. As your sister, I'm too happy to be jealous."

"..." The young man, Aizen Iori, slowly retracted the smile from his face.

Experience told him that whenever this person changed her form of address from "my adorable little brother" to "Iori-kun," it meant she was quite unsettled inside.

Joking aside, Iori didn't dare to truly anger her.

Behind that perfect smile was an existence more terrifying than the Asura King!

Yuki, a person with eyes like autumn waters and delicate features, was breathtakingly beautiful. Though of commoner birth, she possessed the elegant demeanor of a noble young lady.

Judging by appearance alone, she seemed to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. However, her tall stature and mature, graceful aura made her appear much more mature among her peers. Her gentle words and smile were truly heart-stirring.

The only regret was her height. She was not shorter than many men, which would have been a perfect model figure in the 21st century. But this was Japan, and moreover, it was Japan of the 17th or 18th century.

Here, petite girls with doll-like faces were more popular. Although Yuki's type certainly had its charm, it wasn't considered the most perfect.

—But she didn't care about these things.

In the young woman's heart, others' opinions weren't important. Her self-worth wasn't determined by the words of some ignorant fools. The regretful gazes of thousands meant nothing to her compared to a single sentence from her annoying little brother:

[Sister, you're so weak (laughs), just like a small fry! Ah~ Small fry~ Small fry~]

—That was far more infuriating!

Although Iori hadn't said it out loud, she believed she had read this meaning from the young man's eyes.

Hehe, it seems the dignity of the elder sister has been looked down upon~

"Earning so much must mean you've visited quite a few houses. You must be tired." The black-haired young woman unexpectedly moved, flashing behind Iori, her two fists pressing against either side of his head.

"Let me give you a massage. You said it helps relieve fatigue and is good for protecting eyesight, right?"

The young woman ignored Iori's surprise and resistance, and began to massage him very seriously. Fearing her strength wasn't enough, she started to slowly increase the pressure like some kind of torture device~

Hmm, still not enough. She must increase the force, after all, this little brother of hers was a tough nut to crack!

"Stop, it's starting to... I was wrong, it's really... Ouch! It hurts! Is this how you do eye exercises? This isn't how I taught you!"

Damn, she even used shunpo techniques!

Iori, now at her mercy, felt as if drills were constantly rotating on both sides of his head. He wanted to break free, but something blocked him from behind, and his skin could clearly feel an elastic sensation.

"—!"

Iori stopped moving, and Yuki's actions also paused for a moment before she smiled again.

"You seem a bit restless. Are you unsatisfied with my technique?"

"No! I wouldn't dare!"

Iori gritted his teeth. Hell above his head, heaven behind his back—how merciless!

As expected of the unique interrogation technique that only big sister could perform!

"Hm? Sou Yuki, Iori, what's going on?"

Perhaps Iori's earlier cries were too loud, and their commotion had attracted someone's attention. The sliding door behind them was pulled open, and an old man with a head full of frosty white hair, wearing a light brown kimono, smiling with squinted eyes, and looking spirited despite his age, walked out leaning on a cane.

"You two, are you arguing again? You're not children anymore. Siblings should love each other."

"Ah, Granny..."

"Ahem, Granny, don't worry. I was just giving him a massage."

The two quickly separated and stood obediently to the side, greeting the old woman. Yuki even casually made up an excuse, her skill at deception still rudimentary but showing promise.

Once these two quieted down, their atmosphere and temperament immediately changed.

The siblings, one eighteen and one fourteen, one gentle and elegant, the other carefree and cheerful, wore light blue kimonos befitting their status as shop assistants. Although their clothes were simple, their demeanor didn't resemble that of service industry workers at all.

Iori, the younger brother, still had somewhat childish features. The two didn't look very similar, not really appearing like "siblings."

Yuki was usually refined and elegant, with a reliable demeanor (only Iori knew she also had a side that matched her age), so she was admired by many juniors and generally had the popular image of a big sister.

Aizen Iori, on the other hand, was quite the opposite!

For some reason, his relationships with girls his age were mediocre, but quite a few female instructors at the academy looked at him differently...

Unfortunately, he wasn't into older women or mature women, which was truly troublesome~

Of course, he also liked the black stockings and uniforms of older sisters, and the mature body curves were certainly appealing, even the look of disdain from above was irresistible...

But if given a choice, he'd rather experience the "growth from small to big," personally participating in the growth process and taking on a crucial responsibility.

Uh, to clarify, he's not a pervert. As a former science student, he just has a rigorous desire for knowledge!

"A massage?"

"Yes, I'm a good sister who takes care of her brother. How could I possibly be jealous of my own brother, let alone take revenge on him?"

"You're clearly upset because you lost to me—"

"Huh?!"

"Big sister always thinks about taking care of me, it's so touching. I—Aizen Iori—am about to cry from emotion!"

"Hmm, a teachable child~"

"Alright, alright, as long as you're not arguing." The old woman rubbed her temples, seeming to have a headache from these two. "Now that you've entered the Shin'ō Academy, focus on your studies. In the future, when you make a name for yourselves, you can leave the Rukongai and enter the Seireitei... But you keep coming back to help me with the shop whenever you have free time. Sigh... I don't want to become your bur—"

"By the way, I sold some new belts to those noble ladies today and earned one and a half gold coins," Yuki interrupted what the old woman was about to say, boasting, "I should have won first place in sales as usual."

"Hmph, three gold coins—when you surpass this number, come challenge me again!" Iori's mouth curved into a smirk, giving off the air of an unrivaled dragon king.

"...Iori, you just got lucky this time!" The black-haired beauty named "Yuki" smoothed out the wrinkles in her clothes and quickly calmed down. "Next time, I'll still be the top salesperson."

Her words were full of confidence, and her pure black eyes, bright as stars, had an inexplicable convincing power.

At this time, her scheming personality wasn't obvious yet. She was just a young woman who competed with her "brother," appearing outwardly elegant and easygoing, but actually refusing to admit defeat no matter what.

But it had to be admitted that her confidence came from her abilities. Her outstanding talent was significantly different from her peers. Whether in height or intelligence, whether in words or actions, she had never lost to anyone.

Though still young, she already showed the makings of a hexagonal warrior. In a fantasy novel, she would definitely deserve the phrase "terrifying, this child must not be allowed to live."

It's just a pity... she chose the wrong opponent!

Yuki's talent was certainly top-tier in the three realms, but Iori happened to be "beyond the three realms and not among the five elements"!

Due to certain circumstances, as long as Iori's "style" was strong enough, his strength could be unconditionally enhanced!

And in the world of "Bleach" where style determines everything, with such a powerful buff, even when facing characters who have cheats like Urahara and Yamamoto, or Ichigo with his protagonist halo, what did Iori have to fear?

Although Iori hasn't fully grown up yet, apart from his looks, his chuunibyou level and imposing manner aren't high enough to talk about a strong style, but many plot characters are also in the starting stages now, and a certain mixed-blood prodigy isn't even in liquid form at this point...

In short, everything is full of potential!

Even if we put aside combat power and only compare business acumen, how could Iori, who had been baptized by various schemes in his previous life, lose to Yuki, an "ancient person"?

You're just selling a few belts to noble ladies, but I'm cooperating with an old pervert called Shunsui to secretly publish erotic novels!

Do you know how much of a dimensional reduction attack the XP and play of the 21st century are when brought to the Soul Society from over two hundred years ago?

The royalties are so much that I don't even dare to bring them home!

—Iori himself hadn't expected that the Japanese-style writing he had honed by playing eroge games and watching anime in his previous life would come in handy in such a place... This money was much easier to earn than in his previous life.

That's right, Iori is a soul from another world!

When he first arrived, Iori looked at the simple short clothes he was wearing, and the Japanese-style wooden houses and streets in the distance, and his heart immediately sank:

This server IP is wrong!

In his previous life, he had studied Japanese as an elective in college and then joined a non-profit translation group. Although it was on the edge of copyright law, it could at least be considered doing good deeds and accumulating virtue. He had received countless "hero" and "good people are lucky for life" comments, so how did he suddenly fall into such dire straits?

Although his parents had died early and his so-called "family" was just a group of greedy goblins eyeing the compensation money, he had nothing good to miss about his previous life.

But when he thought about having to say goodbye forever to air conditioning, hot pot, games, and novels, he couldn't help but fall into deep despair.

It took a few more days to realize that this place was not the ancient times in the ordinary sense.

[Soul Society]!

This was a plane in the world view of the anime "Bleach," literally the world after death, where the souls of the deceased would be guided here through various means.

However, unlike ordinary underworlds, souls in the Soul Society had physical bodies. They could eat, drink, even marry and have families, grow old, get sick, and die, looking no different from living people.

Moreover, except for souls with Shinigami qualifications who needed to eat extra, ordinary people basically wouldn't feel hungry even if they didn't eat.

From this perspective, it was practically heaven—

BullSHIT!

That's absolutely not how it is!

This world remains one where the strong prey on the weak. Aside from Seireitei at its core and a few bustling areas in Rukongai, most of the Soul Society is essentially a massive rural backwater—or worse, a sprawling slum.

The further down the districts of Rukongai you go, the worse the lawlessness becomes, until you reach completely anarchic zones.

When Iori first arrived in this world, he landed in one of the middle-to-lower ranked districts of Rukongai. The law and order there could be described as tenuous at best—safe enough during daylight hours, but survival for a lone, unconnected child (because, of course, he had to arrive in the form of a kid) was a near impossibility.

He endured a brutal struggle for survival until an elderly woman who ran a clothing shop took him in.

That old woman was kind-hearted. She not only brought Iori into her home and taught him how to navigate life in Rukongai but also asked her other "child" to help look after him.

And just like that, Iori gained a new family name—

Aizen.

To be clear, this "family name" wasn't a traditional one. In this era, commoners in Japan didn't have proper surnames. The old woman, being a dyer with an exceptional hand for creating a unique "Aizen" blue dye, had simply named the family after her craft. Incidentally, the name "Aizen" also phonetically resembles "Aizen Myōō," a Buddhist deity, giving it a somewhat lofty air.

While the name itself wasn't inherently problematic, in the context of Bleach, it became glaringly conspicuous.

Sure enough, Iori soon encountered a black-haired, straight-laced girl named "Sōyuki."

She had grown up in a distant, lawless Rukongai district before being adopted by the same elderly woman, who renamed her Aizen Sōyuki. Most people just called her "Yuki."

Was she the infamous scheming antagonist of Bleach? Iori wasn't about to jump to conclusions.

After all, this wasn't some Type-Moon crossover where characters were constantly at risk of losing their, uh, metaphorical marbles.

Still, there was a non-zero chance that the one destined to fill the role of "Aizen" wasn't Sōyuki but Iori himself.

From what he had observed, Sōyuki had terrifying natural talent and a slightly mischievous streak. But overall, her mental state and behavior seemed normal—there were no signs of her descending into villainy.

On the other hand, Iori couldn't help but consider how his attempts to elevate his "style" had already made him a heartthrob and sparked admiration from countless people.

If anyone were to replace the iconic bespectacled manipulator, it might very well be him!

Not that he cared much. He knew he hadn't possessed anyone, nor had anyone possessed him. Whatever happened to the "Aizen" mantle was out of his control.

Honestly, Iori wasn't too bothered by the fact that he might be related to—or might even be—the future big bad of this world.

Yes, Aizen was a villain.

But this was Bleach! This was a world where schemers and antagonists practically grew on trees. Even the Gotei 13, the supposed defenders of order, were not paragons of virtue but rather a "necessary evil."

Their Zanpakutō existed to maintain "order." Concepts like right and wrong, good and evil? Secondary.

So, why was Aizen viewed as the ultimate villain?

The secondary reason was his assassination of colleagues and creation of the Hōgyoku. The primary reason? He wiped out the Central 46 and tried to overturn the existing hierarchy to claim the throne for himself!

In essence, the Soul Society could tolerate mad scientists (e.g., Mayuri Kurotsuchi) and corrupt nobles but drew the line at ambitious upstarts.

The Gotei 13 was steeped in darkness—a reality Iori understood all too well.

As a result, he had no intention of playing the hero and "righting all wrongs," only to see the old noble families reap the benefits while everyone else suffered. Even the original protagonist, Ichigo Kurosaki, wasn't driven by lofty ideals but rather fought for his friends.

That being said, Iori also had no intention of walking the path of an irredeemable villain. He would focus on himself, prioritize his own perspective, and judge situations based on his personal gain.

And if there was one thing he was sure of, it was this: lying low and playing the long game wasn't an option.

Pretending to be weak? That only works until the Quincy King, Yhwach, returns to wipe out the entire Soul Society, leaving you scrambling to survive.

Iori was a decisive person:

His destiny would be his to command!

But gaining the power to master one's fate was no small feat.

So, he set a modest goal:

Surpass Yhwach and the Monk, build a faction on par with Las Noches, the Gotei 13, and the Sternritter.

If others knew about Iori's "grand ambitions" and his actual circumstances, they might laugh themselves silly.

In the world of Bleach, where spiritual pressure (reiatsu) determines everything, Iori, as a transmigrator, comes with a slight buff—his reiatsu is indeed higher than most souls.

But this "high" is akin to comparing a commoner scoring 100 points to Iori's 200. Against the original characters who were born maxed out with thousands or even tens of thousands of stat points, it's no contest.

Reiatsu, much like chakra, haki, stands, or cosmos energy, is a power system unique to this world.

In Bleach, reiatsu is akin to mana in cultivation novels—a decisive factor for strength and realm progression. Though the concept of Zanpakuto as a personal spiritual weapon is captivating, without reiatsu, it's nothing but a pipe dream.

Theoretically, all matter in the Soul Society is composed of reishi (spiritual particles), and the souls living here also possess varying degrees of reiatsu.

For most, their reiatsu is negligible, while a select few reach the threshold to become "Shinigami."

Currently, Iori's situation is just slightly above average.

His potential is higher than the average soul but pales compared to most named characters—understandable, given Bleach is a universe where even the strong serve as mere pawns.

Here, "potential" refers to the natural level a soul can reach. Before hitting their limit, reiatsu grows quickly even without deliberate training—it's essentially one's latent capability.

Take Tōshirō Hitsugaya (aka Little Shiro), for example. He entered a high-speed growth phase as a child and still hadn't fully realized his talent when the main story began. His potential is frighteningly high (though it can't compare to Ichigo Kurosaki).

Ordinarily, after a Shinigami reaches their potential, they hit a bottleneck, requiring rigorous training or other methods to break through. Talented lieutenants and captains often find breaking through much easier, while most ordinary Shinigami never do.

Iori, having been an ordinary person in his past life, wasn't blessed with any divine artifacts after transmigration. No sudden surge of spiritual consciousness—he had to start from scratch. The only edge he had was a slightly advanced starting line…and a steadily accelerating booster behind him: art style points.

Even though his surname is "Aizen," he clearly didn't inherit the overpowered essence of that manipulative, glasses-wearing mastermind. His soul strength remains modest—it's mere coincidence he got the name.

Compared to him, his sister's talent is...quite enviable.

Her natural gifts make others green with envy.

Iori's potential, at best, would let him naturally grow into the rank of an unseated officer. To achieve bankai through traditional training would take centuries—one hundred years, two hundred, maybe even three. This estimation was verified by a certain untrustworthy, unreliable system.

Thus, Iori abandoned the idea of growing stronger through conventional methods, embarking instead on an unorthodox path: raising his art style and coolness factor.

"It's getting late; let's head back."

"We'll visit again next time~"

After helping clean up the shop, the sibling duo said goodbye to the elderly shopkeeper, changed into casual attire, and left the store.

It was already dusk, but the streets were lively with constant foot traffic and vendors shouting to attract customers. The scene was vibrant, filled with energy—a stark contrast to what one might expect in the afterlife.

But Iori knew this was only a small corner of the Soul Society.

After saving some money, the Aizen family had moved to the "Hinokaze" district, one of the most prosperous areas in Rukongai. Located near Seireitei, it boasted excellent security and a bustling economy due to the frequent visits of nobles and Shinigami.

The further one ventured outward, however, the more desolate and chaotic Rukongai became until it devolved into lawless wastelands.

At the center of these surrounding districts stood Seireitei—lofty, imposing, and seemingly tranquil. Yet, beneath its serene exterior lay countless shadows of darkness and danger.

As a transmigrator, Iori understood this all too well. Even reborn here, he dared not act recklessly.

After all, unlike his previous life, this time, he had a real family to care for.

"What are you zoning out for?"

Yuki glanced at him suspiciously. "Also, what's that thing you've been hiding in your bag?"

"Huh?" Iori blinked in surprise.

"What's so surprising? Since earlier, your left thumb has unconsciously rubbed the bag thirteen times in three minutes. When someone passed on your left, your dodge was 13% more exaggerated than usual."

Terrifying.

What's with her?!

Does she have no debuff for her "dumb beauty" stereotype?!

"Uh…"

Yuki leaned forward menacingly, using her height advantage to loom over him. Iori instinctively stepped back, fearing a familiar kind of "impact."

"Especially when I mentioned the bag just now, your eyes wavered, and you couldn't help sneaking a glance—just like you're doing now."

Iori was stunned. "You've been observing me that closely?"

"Huh?"

Yuki froze for a moment but quickly brushed it off, not lingering on the topic.

"Fine, what exactly are you hiding?"

"N-nothing!" Iori's eyes darted around. "Just something boys might use. You wouldn't search my personal belongings, would you?"

"Of course not. After all, you're growing up. It's normal to have…explicit materials."

"What the hell?! Don't slander me!" Iori exploded.

"Isn't that what boys your age typically 'use'? Explicit art or something similar?"

"You've got the wrong idea! I'm not some coarse soul carrying smut around!"

Indignant, Iori thought bitterly: Explicit art? That's outdated! How can that compare to my freshly completed masterpiece, The Lady Baiyin?

Full-color illustrations, entirely my handiwork—this era's crude art style can't even begin to compare!

Sighing, he noticed Yuki's teasing smirk. Resigned, he reached into his bag—not for his "new work" but for a finely crafted yellow wooden box.

"This was supposed to be your New Year's gift."

The gift turned out to be for Yuki!

Her black hair swayed as she blinked in surprise. A hint of joy crept onto her face, but she suppressed it, feigning indifference as she took the box.

"Not bad, I suppose. What's inside? A hairpin? A comb?"

She opened the box and found, to her surprise, a pair of glasses with a black frame and finely polished lenses.

"Glasses?" Yuki blinked in confusion.

"Why are you giving me this?"

Iori explained, "These aren't prescription glasses—they're flat lenses. No practical use, just for decoration."

"Decoration?" Yuki chuckled. "If you want to impress a girl, a hairpin would've been better. What's the point of this?"

"Because you need it." Iori smirked.

"You said some arrogant academy guys constantly pick fights with you because they can't stand being outclassed by you in height, reiatsu, and kido, right?"

"That's true." Yuki shrugged, her tone calm. Even though she wasn't trying to stand out, she consistently ranked in the top three across all subjects.

Still, she held back—deliberately avoiding the top spot—despite having the overwhelming ability to graduate early.

"Ignore those small-minded nobles. The glasses will reduce those troubles."

"Really?" Yuki was skeptical.

"Your sharp gaze intimidates people, even if you're holding back. Glasses can soften that and make you seem less threatening."

Iori added seriously, "Glasses can even lower someone's presence. I knew a guy named Shinpachi who mastered this to the point where people noticed his glasses but not him!"

"…Sounds dubious."

Yuki cast a disdainful glance at the black-framed glasses but, after another look at Iori, decided to accept the gift anyway.

"You rarely give me gifts… Come, help me put it on."

"Sure!"

With visible excitement, Iori carefully placed the glasses on Yuki's high-bridged nose as she lowered her head and closed her eyes.

"Hm, feels odd… but surprisingly nice." Yuki opened her eyes, adjusted the glasses with a slight push to the frame, and was unexpectedly pleased with the result.

"They suit you perfectly, Aizen Yuki."

Iori gazed at her quietly, his expression a mix of nostalgia and triumph, as though his plan had succeeded.

"Or perhaps, it's more like, 'Anyone with the surname Aizen should wear glasses.'"

"You're calling me 'Aizen' instead of 'Sister'? Every time you use my surname or full name, the mood gets so gloomy and heavy.

"As I thought—you're hiding something from me, aren't you?"

"…"

"Well, never mind~"

Iori smiled in silence, and Yuki dismissed her suspicions with a casual shrug. "It's all trivial. No matter how many secrets you have, I only care about one thing: 'Iori' is my family—that's enough for me."

Iori knew he couldn't completely avoid revealing small clues, no matter how careful he was, so he adopted a relaxed, nonchalant attitude. To Yuki, this carefree demeanor made him feel all the more endearing.

—After all, she too had secrets, ones she kept from everyone. And she was confident that her secrets would be far more shocking than his.

Who would suspect that a mere Shinigami trainee already possessed lieutenant-level spiritual pressure, with a Zanpakutō capable of wielding power over all?

"There's one more thing," Yuki murmured, steadying her breath as she tucked loose strands of hair behind her ear. Under the sunset's glow, her ink-black hair seemed draped in a crimson veil, a faint fragrance like gardenias wafting softly.

"Thank you for putting the glasses on me. I love this gift you gave me."

"Because we're family," Iori replied gently. In that moment, his pupils slightly contracted, and his heart raced.

Just then, a notification echoed in his mind:

[CG Unlocked]

[Cunning Glasses · The Beginning of Bonds]

Category: Bond CG

Rank: C+ (Increased item drop rate)

Quality: Legendary (Higher chance for advanced rewards)

Reward Summary:

Attributes:

Stamina: Minor boost

Resilience: Minor boost

Willpower: Moderate boost

Talents & Skills:

[Forsaken Incantations (Mastery)]

Skill, Upgradable

Shortens or skips the chanting required for Kido spells. Drawback: Reduced Kido power. Higher proficiency decreases the reduction.

"Mastery" maintains Kido power at 40–50%.

[Cunning Glasses]

Talent, Non-upgradable

Wearing glasses makes others perceive you as an affable person. It doesn't reduce your presence but renders you "harmless."

Required Item: Vintage glasses (or naturally narrow eyes).

"Tch! Just a Bond CG, huh?"

Though the attribute boosts and skills were valuable, Iori couldn't help but yearn for a special CG that would enhance his style stats. After all, this was Bleach, a world where style dictated everything!

As Iori lamented his luck, Yuki, with a mischievous glint, swiftly snatched the glasses and placed them on his face before he could react.

"Huh? What are you doing?" Iori asked, startled.

"You said, 'Anyone with the surname Aizen should wear glasses,' right?" Yuki smirked triumphantly, then raised her eyebrows, seemingly surprised.

"Well, what do you know… They actually suit you pretty well."

"Really?" Iori adjusted the glasses indifferently with his middle finger, but the sudden notification in his mind froze him in place.

[CG Unlocked]

[The True Face Behind the Mask]

Category: Style CG

Rank: ——

Quality: ——

Reward Summary:

Style Points: +1

Current Style Points: 28

"…"

What's going on? Why did I get a CG for wearing the glasses too?

Don't tell me I've taken over some scheming glasses-wearer's role!

No, wait—if I really did take someone's spot, then where's the overpowered starting kit with maxed-out stats and godly growth potential? Why do I still have to grind from zero? Is this because I didn't spend money?!

Character Info:

Name: Aizen Iori

Race: Human & Spirit

Profession: Shinigami (Candidate)

Status: Rapid Growth

Attributes Upgradable: Stamina, Resilience, Willpower, Agility, Accuracy, Evasion

Style Points: 28

(You can't stay low-key because your subtle charm is impossible to ignore.)

Spiritual Pressure Max: 390

Current Spiritual Pressure: 375

Talents:

[Perfect Shinigami]

Balanced development, rapid growth, versatile combatant.

Persistent training enhances all attributes without sacrificing depth.

However, excelling in every field makes one seem unremarkable.

[Poetic Elegance]

Enhances charisma, appealing to all genders.

Flamboyant yet refined behavior, lecherous without being vulgar, embodying elegance and grace.

[Cunning Glasses] (See above.)

Skills (Proficiency: Minor Mastery):

Swordsmanship

Hand-to-Hand Combat

Shunpo

Kido

[Forsaken Incantations (Mastery)] (See above.)

As someone with limited spiritual pressure aptitude, Iori knew that making a name for himself in Soul Society was nearly impossible. However, perhaps thanks to good deeds in his previous life, when one door closed, another small window opened:

[Complete CG Collection Encyclopedia]!

This odd system, which popped up in Iori's mind like a shameless ad, could be considered a golden cheat. It was one of the key tools he relied on after transmigrating to survive and thrive.

However, unlike the popular plug-in systems from certain web novels—those that grant rewards for signing in, leveling up effortlessly, or completing anti-cliché missions—Iori's cheat was… considerably more troublesome.

In simple terms, it was a system that rewarded him by randomly collecting various CG images (akin to in-game screenshots or iconic scene snapshots).

The CGs were categorized into four types: Common, Bond, Completion, and Style, each increasing in rarity.

Common CG and Bond CG primarily dropped attribute points or skill talents. However, the former had a ridiculously low drop rate and yielded meager rewards, while the latter was far more valuable, directly enhancing Iori's abilities.

Completion CG could only be obtained after concluding a significant story arc or reaching a major milestone in the world's lore. These ultra-rare CGs came with astonishing rewards, such as:

[Unlock the Gate to Another World].

This implied that the encyclopedia system had the capability to let Iori traverse freely between different worlds.

Indeed, after being admitted to the Shin'ō Academy and earning the title of "Trainee Shinigami," Iori received one Completion CG and tested it out… though the experience was somewhat underwhelming.

That "other world" wasn't exactly a paradise.

While each type of CG had its merits, the one Iori most coveted—and relied on—was the final category:

[Style CG].

The number of Style Points obtained depended on specific circumstances. These points essentially solidified and amplified Iori's influence on the world, manifesting as enhancements in line with the current world's logic.

In practical terms, it increased the capacity of his "container," breaking through inherent limitations, accelerating growth, and actualizing potential.

(For instance, in the world of Bleach, Iori's aptitude would only allow his spiritual pressure to reach around 100. Beyond that, he'd hit a bottleneck, requiring daily cultivation to break through further.)