I Have An Infinite Number Of Abilities.

[Ding* It's a new day, and the host has gained 100 million new abilities/skills.]

[The Walker]: You're unmatched in walking. Your walking speed is ten times faster than normal; however, each step drains energy at ten times the rate compared to running.

[Cool Down Skip]: This skill allows the user to skip the cooldown of one ability per day. In exchange, the skipped skill will have its cooldown extended tenfold after the use.

[Gender Eyes]: Grants the ability to instantly see the gender of anyone within line of sight. However, with each use, the user gradually loses their own gender.

The list of abilities was vast—one hundred million in total. As expected, most were useless, nothing more than odd tricks with quirky side effects. Only a handful held any real value. Among them, [Cool Down Skip] stood out as the most useful, a rare gem buried in a mountain of junk.

"Layali, I told you not to eat too many sweets," Sinbad said, turning to glance at her. Her cheeks were smeared with bits of sugar and crumbs, and her fingers were sticky from the food she was still shoveling into her mouth.

This was, after all, her first real meal—her first taste of comfort—and she didn't know how to pace herself, nor did she care to.

"S-sorry," Layali said softly, her voice laced with fear. It was clear and understandable—she had been too scared to step out of line around Sinbad, afraid that if she misbehaved, he might leave her behind. That fear drove her to go above and beyond, trying her best to be the perfect child in every way she could.

"It's alright," Sinbad replied with a sigh, his tone softer now. "I don't want your first real meal to be filled with rules and worry. I'm just concerned about your health, that's all."

He looked at her for a moment, watching the way she paused, still unsure if she had done something wrong. The truth was, when he allowed her to follow him, he had accepted her as pretty much a daughter. He had taken her in not just out of kindness, but because a part of him longed to fill the hollow space his own family had left behind.

"I will be leaving for some time. I'll be stepping outside of this reality to meet a god-like being," Sinbad said, his words carrying a casual weight that stunned not only Layali, but also the countless viewers watching the stream.

It had been six days since Sinbad began streaming, and in that time, he had traveled across the globe. Thousands had captured footage of him in real life, passing through their cities and towns like a myth walking among mortals.

"…O-oh, okay." Layali's response was barely a whisper, her mood visibly sinking. It was understandable—after all, someone in her condition had come to depend on him. To her, Sinbad was warmth, safety, and the first bit of happiness she had known. The mere thought of him leaving stirred the fear of being abandoned and forgotten.

"I would want you to come, but I might have to fight her… and I'm not sure I could win if she truly wants to win," Sinbad said with a relaxed smile, though the weight behind his words couldn't be missed.

The world he was preparing to enter was that of Medaka Box—a world unlike any other. He wasn't going there for sightseeing or casual exploration. No, he was going there to meet someone. Najimi Ajimu.

Why her? Because she was, quite possibly, the most overpowered existence in all of fiction. Her list of abilities was absurdly long, so long it bordered on satire. Yes, she lost in her own anime, but there were layers to that. One: Ajimu could sense the plot and allowed herself to lose. Two: she wanted to lose, having lived so long she had grown numb to everything. And three: the very nature of the story's world willed her loss into existence—her defeat was scripted, not earned.

She had countless abilities. Among them was [God's Eye], a narrative-level skill that let her interfere with the story itself, shaping the very plot as if she were the author.

Then there was [Hundred Gauntlets], a cause-and-effect reversal skill so powerful that when she gave it away, it mutated into the All Fiction.

[Alibi Block] let her appear anywhere she wanted—locked rooms, outer space, heaven, hell, or even inside abstract locations like a dream, a heart, or within another person. No place was out of her reach.

[Live Zero] could nullify any ability, regardless of how powerful or divine it was. As if that weren't enough, she also possessed [Standing Ovation], another ability-canceler that shut down extraordinary powers outright.

[My Inflation] scaled her strength to match—no, exceed—that of her opponent. The more powerful the enemy, the stronger she became in response.

With [Humor Contrast], she automatically surpassed the strength of whoever she was facing.

And finally, there was [Lost Password], a brutal skill that reset her opponent back to level one, stripping away everything they had gained.

And this still wasn't even the full list of her powers. She had an ability capable of turning her into a god—or even a devil—if she desired. Sinbad was confident that if Ajimu ever went all out, her strength could easily reach universal levels. In fact, with the sheer number of abilities she possessed, he was certain she could solo the entire Dragon Ball verse without much effort.

It was because of that overwhelming potential that Sinbad knew he couldn't just rush into meeting her unprepared. Before traveling to her world, he needed to make a stop in the Bleach universe. There were still abilities and power systems there that might help him prepare for what was to come.

Because if Ajimu decided to use [Lost Password] on him—resetting him to the exact moment he had been brought back to life—it would all be over. Her skills didn't scale with her strength. They didn't need preparation or conditions. They just worked. The only way for Sinbad to defend himself was to gain an ability so absurdly powerful that it could either resist or nullify the effects of her powers outright.

He wasn't entirely sure if Haki could defend against something like that, but he wasn't willing to take the risk. To be safe, he needed to stop by the Bleach universe and get his hands on The Almighty. That ability might be his best shot at countering Ajimu's hax-level powers.

As for how he planned to acquire such an ability—well, that was the easy part. His [Instant Mastery] had improved drastically. It was now so refined that he could even replicate abilities considered unique to an individual.

There was a catch, though. In order to copy an ability, he needed to fully understand it—every single detail, including any hidden effects. Even the smallest unknown element would render the ability uncopyable. But that wasn't a problem. Sinbad had already made sure to study The Almighty in depth. He knew its mechanics inside and out.

"D-Don't go," she said in a panic, her voice trembling with fear at what she had just heard. But Sinbad simply gave her a gentle smile—calm, reassuring—before opening a portal. Without hesitation, he stepped through, leaving behind a clone to stay by her side in his absence.

In the world of Bleach, Sinbad emerged, floating effortlessly in the sky. His eyes calmly scanned the scene below, where Ichigo had just arrived to rescue Rukia moments before her execution. His sudden presence in the sky didn't go unnoticed—dozens of gazes turned toward him instantly.

But Sinbad had no intention of wasting time. Whatever attention he drew was irrelevant. He wasn't here for them.

Spreading out his Observation Haki, Sinbad allowed his senses to stretch across the fabric of reality itself, touching not just the present, but the threads of the past and the echoes of the future. As things stood, he could now perceive events that had happened days ago and glimpse into days yet to come. His awareness flowed like a current, uninterrupted.

With his Observation Haki enhanced to such a terrifying degree, all three realms—Hueco Mundo, the World of the Living, and Soul Society—lay completely exposed to him. There was nothing hidden, no whisper too faint, no movement too distant.

"Who are you?" a deep and commanding voice called out from below, filled with suspicion and authority. But Sinbad didn't so much as glance down. His focus remained sharp and unwavering as his gaze met that of the Soul King—an ancient being, suspended in silence—who was, in that moment, staring right back at him.

"I need not say anything, for you're all-seeing. I want your power—to do what you couldn't," Sinbad said calmly, his voice carrying across the realms with quiet authority. The Soul King blinked slowly, its timeless, unreadable expression beginning to crack for the first time in eons.

It had known everything. The entire story of the Bleach verse, mapped out from beginning to end, lay within its knowledge. It had always played its part, never faltering from the script it had helped design. But now, something outside of its foresight had arrived—an anomaly not written into any future it had foreseen.

Even worse, the Soul King was in a helpless state, sealed and unable to act beyond the confines of its prison. And now it watched, silently shaken, as Sinbad stood before it… Forging a Zanpakutō.

But this wasn't just any Zanpakutō. No matter how far into the future the Soul King tried to look, even with the aid of the All Mighty, there was nothing. No glimpse, no trace—only a void where the future should have been.

That Zanpakutō alone was already enough to cause alarm, but things only grew worse when Sinbad's pupils shifted, splitting and multiplying into additional pupils that marked the unmistakable presence of The All Mighty. He now wielded the very power that had once defined Yhwach himself.

And that wasn't all he displayed. In just the past few seconds, Sinbad had copied and fully mastered every Zanpakutō and technique he had come across. Each ability had been added to his arsenal with flawless precision. There was a fun fact about his method of copying and mastering powers—originally, when he duplicated an ability, he could only wield a fraction of its strength, around one-tenth of the original.

But with the [10x Experience] skill applied, that limitation was completely overwritten. The copied abilities (not technique) were no longer weaker replicas—they were now equal in force and mastery to the originals themselves.

"…You're too passive. You gave away your free will and let evil spread, even when you had the power to act…" With those quiet words, Sinbad suddenly teleported the Soul King's head directly before him.

The Soul King, now separated from its bindings and tasting a sliver of freedom, instinctively tried to retaliate. But it was pointless—Sinbad's raw power eclipsed his entirely. No matter how hard the Soul King tried to resist, there was no overcoming the overwhelming pressure pressing down on him.

"To treat the world like a chessboard… to let evil run wild despite holding the power to stop it… to cling to this plan of yours, claiming it's the only way out of the infinite futures you've seen…" Sinbad said, his voice calm but edged with cold disdain. "You disgust me. In the end, you only chose the easiest path."

"Fear will only get you so far," the Soul King said softly—the first words it had spoken in thousands of years. Its voice carried an eerie stillness, ancient and hollow, as if it had forgotten what it meant to speak aloud.

Sinbad's gaze didn't waver. "It's called adapting to change," he replied coldly. "Evil will always try to grow… It's in human nature. That's why it needs to be reminded—reminded why it should never dare to grow in the first place."

"It's like filling a balloon with evil," the Soul King said quietly. "Sooner or later, it will need to escape—or else it will explode."

"That's why you answer evil with evil," Sinbad replied with a calm smile. "My evil will smother all other sensations so that the balloon never pops. I'll be the ultimate evil—for the sake of the world."

The Soul King fell silent for a long moment. Then, without a word, he slowly closed his eyes.

And without Sinbad needing to lift a finger, the Soul King began the process of being absorbed on his own, his body slowly breaking down into countless streams of energy that flowed toward Sinbad.

"Then… let's see if you can truly see further than I ever could," the Soul King said, his voice echoing with a strange calm. "Or if all that evil you carry will eventually consume you instead."

"I'm not saying I'll be perfect. As they say—die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain," Sinbad said quietly, his voice laced with bitter honesty. "As much as I hate it… I'm human. But maybe, one day, I'll gain a skill that makes me immune to the desires humans fall victim to."

He spoke while gazing into the infinite paths branching out across the Bleach verse, each filled with triumph, tragedy, and everything in between.

[The Almighty]: The Almighty possesses numerous powers. For clarity, its functions have been broken down into several parts.

1. Omni‑Precognition: Grants the user the ability to perceive all possible futures at once, seeing every branching outcome like grains of sand scattered through time.

2. Future Acausality: Allows the user to handpick the exact future they desire and bring it into reality, overriding the natural flow of events and forcing that chosen outcome to unfold in the present.

3. Instantaneous Attacks & Teleportation: By selecting a future where the user's attack has already been launched, the user brings that attack into the now, teleporting strikes instantly and making them near-impossible to dodge or counter. To others, it's as if the attack lands before it even begins.

4. Passive Power Nullification & Adaptive Evolution: Any power or ability foreseen through The Almighty becomes ineffective, rendered null before it can take shape. This includes everything from sealing techniques to conceptual destruction and even erasure at the level of the soul. The user adapts preemptively to all threats they have foreseen.

5. Self‑Resurrection & Near‑Immortality: Should a future show the user dying, they simply reject that path. Death is overwritten and reversed, granting them practical immortality so long as foresight is maintained.

6. Acausality Type 4: Not even powerful time or reality-based skills—such as Orihime's ability to reject phenomena or Tsukishima's time rewriting—can undo the effects of The Almighty. To counter it, one must do more than manipulate time—they must create a whole new timeline, rewriting the very foundation of cause and effect to oppose what has already been made absolute.

But this was just the original version of The Almighty. Now that Sinbad had acquired it—and, thanks to [10x Experience], refined it into a far superior form—his version of The Almighty had become something else entirely. A tenfold evolution. 

1. Omni‑Precognition: The upgraded Almighty allowed Sinbad to scan through infinite possibilities with near-effortless clarity. Not only could he see every future path with deeper precision, but he could now peer into the past as well, though this was limited to the time after his birth. Still, it gave him an advantage no being had ever wielded with such ease.

2. Future Acausality: The core remained unchanged, but the scope had grown. It was now a passive effect; events would flow in a way to best favor Sinbad. Meaning out of the infinite possibilities out there, the best outcome that favors Sinbad would be leaned towards.

3. Instantaneous Attacks & Teleportation: No longer limited to just his own strikes, Sinbad could now teleport any attack he had seen through The Almighty. If he foresaw someone else unleashing a devastating blow, he could choose to bring that future strike into the now. But there were rules—he couldn't teleport attacks from impossibly distant futures. The temporal reach had its boundaries.

4. Passive Power Nullification & Adaptive Evolution: This ability had ascended. Instead of simply adapting to powers and rendering them useless, Sinbad could now outright copy them. Any ability revealed to him through The Almighty became part of his arsenal. Mastering it was still on him, but access was immediate—the skill now his to wield or use at will.

5. Self‑Resurrection & Near‑Immortality: Death was meaningless. If Sinbad ever died, he could simply overwrite the current timeline and force himself back into existence. His existence was anchored across time itself. The only known method to truly end him now was to erase the entire timeline completely, preventing any overwrite or return.

6. Acausality Type 4: Even this evolved. Time travel, no matter how advanced or divine, could no longer undo the effects of Sinbad's Almighty. Once a future had been selected and made real, it was absolute. Rewriting the past or forging a new future would do nothing—what Sinbad made real stayed real. There were no take-backs. No do-overs. Once written, his will was law.

Also, remember that the weaknesses for this ability had increased by 10 times, meaning the All Mighty is now far weaker to illusions, its ability is still fall short of those that have the power to create new timelines/universes, or something around that line. For example, Zeno's ability to outright erase the timeline would be a hard counter to the All Mighty, as without a timeline, there are no possibilities to look into and rewrite his death.