I Died and Became a Hollow, But I Get Stronger by Being an Idiot Chapter 62: "Heir? My Spiky Green Butt."

We got back to our never-ever-finish base. Sa old half-built walls, random piles of bones, one lopsided tower, and Spike o' Sensei wobbling by the front like a true guardian cactus. The big guy gave a proud little salute. I saluted back.

"GRUAAH! GRUAAH!"

(Translation: 'Yo, cactus bro!')

The others gathered around as Shawlong, still rubbing his temples like dealing with us took years off his life, started explaining what happened at Baraggan's place.

"…And then Baraggan called him his heir," Shawlong said, pointing a thumb at .

I flexed. Stood tall. Real tall. Six ters of pure idiot.

"GURAAAH!!"

(Translation: 'Damn right I'm the heir!')

Grimmjow scoffed and crossed his arms. "Tch. You believe that, Shawlong? Baraggan's a selfish old fossil. No way he wants an heir. Especially not that thing."

I looked at Grimmjow, gave a double-ard wave, then smacked myself in the face on accident.

8000 EP. Worth it.

Shawlong sighed, "Of course I don't believe it. Baraggan's not the type. He's the kind who wants to rule Hueco Mundo forever. If he says he wants an heir, it's because he wants a tool, or so poor fool to clean up his ss."

I scratched my head. Honestly? Didn't care. If being Baraggan's 'heir' ant more chaos, dumb stuff to do, and free EP for existing, sign up.

"GRRAAAAH!!"

(Translation: 'I'll take it!')

Grimmjow snorted. "Idiot."

Spike o' Sensei wobbled approvingly.

The unfinished base looked worse than before. A tower half-collapsed where Di Roy probably headbutted it earlier. Edrad was asleep inside a pile of rocks, Nakeem chewing on a stick like a confused dog.

Shawlong facepald. "This is why nothing gets done."

I picked up a stick and stuck it up my nose.

10,000 EP.

Totally worth it.

Shawlong pointed at again, "See? This! This is what happens!"

I grinned.

Current EP: 4,242,090 / 100,000,000