I Died and Became a Hollow, But I Get Stronger by Being an Idiot Chapter 108: Operation ‘Make Aizen a Daddy’ — Epic Fail and

I gave it my all. Shawlong finally managed to hypnotize good enough so I truly believed Aizen could beco a Vasto Lorde. I was ready, spirits high, imagining Aizen puffing up like a champ, finally able to keep up with female Grimmjow and stop getting beaten like a ragdoll.

Then reality slapped right in the face.

Turns out, being a Vasto Lorde takes way more Reiryoku than I have right now. Even with all my belief, I just didn't have the spiritual juice to power the transformation.

The spell fizzled like a weak candle in the wind.

Aizen looked at with those big, tired eyes, panting and half-collapsed, probably wondering if I was ever going to stop putting him through this madness. I sighed deeply. The poor dog.

But then, I thought about Grimmjow. Making her female was supposed to be a punishnt—revenge for not letting ride him like the cool panther I wanted, instead of la ol' Aizen. But the truth was… I kinda liked it.

I liked watching female Grimmjow ss up and do idiot things because of my passive skill ssing with her head. She didn't go hunting, didn't roam far, always following like a shadow.

She never knew why.

See, the way my [Realidad Imponente] works is that if Grimmjow leaves my one-kiloter radius, the effect breaks and she turns back to male. But she never leaves because she's scared I'll run away without fixing her.

She doesn't know that.

And I'm not sure how to tell her.

I feel kinda bad about it. Aizen keeps getting beaten, and that sucks. I want to fix it. But at the sa ti… watching Grimmjow stumble around in female form, acting like a total idiot, is pretty damn funny.

Maybe I'm a terrible boss.

Maybe I'm a terrible "dad."

But hey — at least I'm honest about it.

Now I just have to figure out how to break the news to Grimmjow before this whole thing turns into an even bigger ss.

Operation 'Tell Grimmjow the Truth' begins soon…

But suddenly a strange feeling crept up my spine — a sharp, familiar pressure in the air.

Captain-level reiatsu.

I turned slowly, eyes narrowing.

Three distinct reiatsu signatures approached, steady and undeniable.

Visitors.

I didn't know if I should brace for a fight… or just prepare so more ridiculous chaos.

Whatever it was, things were about to get interesting.