Reborn In Bleach As A Hollow With A System の小説・ストーリー

Glyphs that hadn’t been spoken in centuries rose like steam. And Lyra changed. Her eyes went fully white. Her veins glowed. And her voice, when it came, wasn’t hers. It was every voice. “I am the balance and the undoing. I am the daughter of breach and bone. I am the blood they buried. And I remember.” The rune circle exploded outward. Three Hollowed Ones disintegrated instantly—reduced to ash and smoke. The others dropped to the ground, writhing, screaming, clutching their heads.

The great eye closed. Then silence. And slowly, the Heartroot disintegrated into ash—gentle, weightless, and finally free. --- The Hollow began to heal. Light returned. Roots retracted. The stones, once groaning, sighed in relief. Kael pulled Aria into his arms, his forehead resting against hers. “It’s done.” “No,” she whispered. “It’s only just begun.” Above them, the Hollow pulsed with life—no longer haunted by corruption, but reborn with balance.

Then it smiled. “You’re still too late.” Its body exploded with dark energy. Lyra jumped back as the creature ripped itself off her blade. Its wounds were already closing. “You can’t kill what’s already been reborn.” Lyra frowned. “What?” The creature pointed upward. “The moment the prison cracks… we are reborn.” Her system flashed again. [ANALYSIS COMPLETE] [ENTITY CORE DETECTED] Lyra’s eyes narrowed. “…Core?” A red marker appeared on the creature’s chest.

The light grew, taking shape, and Clara felt her anchor sense scream. The shape was human. It was a woman, tall and thin, with hair that hung in lank strands around a face that Clara knew too well. The face was hers. Older—decades older, lined with grief and exhaustion. The eyes were hollow, the same grey as the light, and they stared at Clara with an expression that was not hostile, not gentle, but simply—empty. I have worn many forms, the Hollow said, its voice coming from the woman's mouth. But this one fits best. This is what you could become. What you would become, if you stayed in the loop long enough.

The storm roars, hungry. I grip the needle. The village dissolves. --- **The Hollowfather's Gift** The hollow isn't a place. It's a *being*. A colossus of static and teeth, its form endlessly unraveling. It has no face, but I feel its gaze-a pressure that cracks my ribs, that liquifies my resolve. *"You've always been mine,"* it croons. *"The Weaver stole you. Shrank you. Let me remake you."* The storm begs. *"Let him."*

for his mass. "Eryx, they’re Weighing you!" Leo shouted. "The more you fight, the more you feed their 'Inventory'!". I knelt beside the cradle. The baby-Darlene looked at me, and suddenly, the emerald eyes began to glow with a solid, unmoving Cyan-White light. "Mother..." the baby spoke. The voice was not a cry; it was a synthesized harmony. "The system is requesting a Reboot. Your 'Too Much' energy is an un-documented upgrade. Please submit to the 'Un-Born' state to ensure continuity".

the system says bluntly, “but Dream’s grief triggered a full protocol reboot. Code tether established. Restoration executed successfully. You’re alive.” Alive. The word hits me hard, and for a second, I can’t breathe. My hands shake as I touch my chest again, feeling the faint thud of my heart under my skin. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t exist. But somehow, I do. The system hums again, this time softer. “Welcome back, Gloss.” Tears sting my eyes before I can stop them. I laugh weakly, wiping them away with the back of my hand. “You sound different,” I whisper.

"If the Hollows go into a massive, synchronized fit, the biological feedback will hit Killian like a sledgehammer. He’s the one holding the filter now. He’ll take the full force of the neurological trauma." "Let them try," Killian rasped. He was leaning against the pillar, his skin turning a translucent, quartz-like grey as the Palace drew from him. He wasn't just a man anymore: he was the Sentinel. When the first flash of UV light hit the courtyard. Five hundred Hollows stiffened, their bodies ready to collapse into a seizure. But they didn't.

His. And he, my blade-wielding fury, my war-forged shadow, he was mine. The storm had passed, but the fire between us still glowed, banked low but unextinguished. I rolled onto my side, fingers tracing the tattoo along his ribs, the one I'd never seen before now. An old glyph. The sigil of the Hollow. "What does it mean?" I asked softly. He glanced down, then smiled faintly. "It means rebirth."

“Run!” The blast hit before we could move. The shockwave hurled us all off our feet. I landed hard, the wind knocked out of me, but through the haze I saw him. Ethan—reborn. His skin shimmered with the same faint blue that pulsed from the core, his eyes no longer human. He looked… complete. Liam groaned, pulling himself to his feet, gun in hand. “You’re supposed to be dead.” Ethan smiled faintly. “Death is an old word for what I’ve become.”