12dz Chapter 880 Yes
Chapter 880 Yes
"Yes."
Black Zetsu's black half of his body began to flow like liquid, rapidly spreading and slowly covering Nagato's body. It was a nauseating writhing motion, as if darkness itself was devouring light.
As Black Zetsu possessed him, Nagato, who had been unconscious, suddenly twitched, a look of pain appearing between his brows, but it was quickly suppressed.
“My will will be with you, Nagato.” Madara watched this scene, his eyes gleaming with fanaticism. “From this day forward, you will walk in this world in my place. You will become a ‘god,’ and you will bring true peace to this world… and at the end of that peace, I will also return to the mortal realm.”
In the dimly lit chamber, the gears of fate creaked with a heavy grinding sound. A new era was about to be born from the darkness.
In the dimly lit, secret room, suppressed breathing sounds were like the low growls of a trapped beast.
Black Zetsu's tar-like black substance was slowly and steadily seeping into Nagato's skin, each intrusion accompanied by violent spasms in Nagato's body. Although the emaciated red-haired youth was in a deep coma, the pain that came from the depths of his soul caused him to let out an unconscious roar, his voice hoarse like a broken bellows.
"Uh... ah..."
Around his eyes, which remained tightly closed even in his unconscious state, blood vessels bulged, as if something was trying to break free of the eyelids. It was the power of the Rinnegan raging, resisting, and attempting to devour this already riddled-with-holes body.
Madara Uchiha stood by the bed, his withered hands gripping Nagato's pulse points like iron clamps, his chakra probing in like fine threads, carefully sensing the condition of every inch of Nagato's meridians.
A moment later, Ban released his hand, a hint of disappointment flashing across his deeply lined old face, and he let out a heavy sigh.
"So it was still too much of a stretch after all..."
Madara looked at Nagato, who still couldn't open his eyes, and shook his head: "Even with the monstrous vitality of the Uzumaki clan, this body is still too immature. The Summoning Gedo Mazo has almost drained his strength. Now, let alone using 'Rinne Rebirth' to revive me, even staying conscious has become a luxury."
The previous attempt was originally intended to see if the power of the Rinnegan could be forcibly activated while Black Zetsu was possessed. However, the result was obvious: if the attempt were to continue, this precious pawn would likely collapse and perish.
“However, this is for the best.” Ban turned around and walked towards the door. “It saves a lot of brainwashing work. A personality reshaped in despair and pain is the sharpest weapon.”
"Let's go, Black Zetsu. Let him wake up on his own and face this cruel world."
Black Zetsu's black half-body slowly receded from Nagato's body, merging back into Madara's shadow. As the two departed, the iron door of the secret chamber emitted a heavy rumble, completely shutting out light and hope.
I do not know how long it has been.
"Hahaha……"
Nagato sat bolt upright in bed. Though he still couldn't see his surroundings clearly, the suffocating feeling of someone surfacing from drowning made him gasp for breath. Cold sweat soaked his clothes, and his heart pounded violently in his chest, as if it might burst at any moment.
The feeling was like having just walked through an endless hell.
"Yahiko... Konan..."
He instinctively called out his companion's name, but only an empty echo and endless darkness answered him. A profound sense of loneliness and emptiness instantly overwhelmed him. Just then, a voice suddenly rang in his ear.
The voice was deep and magnetic, carrying an undeniable majesty, as if it came from a god in the heavens, or as if it were the whisper of a demon from the abyss.
"you're awake."
Nagato shuddered, looking warily towards the source of the voice: "Who? Who's there?"
"I'm Uchiha Madara."
The voice calmly uttered the name that was enough to shake the entire ninja world, and then continued, "Don't panic, child. I'm here to guide you."
"Look at yourself now, look at this world that causes you so much suffering. Your comrades sacrificed themselves for so-called peace, while you can only lie here like a useless dog, barely clinging to life. Is this the ending you wanted?"
Madara's words were like sharp knives, precisely piercing Nagato's softest and most painful wounds.
"No...this is not what I wanted..." Nagato clutched his head, curling up in anguish.
"Then stand up." Madara's voice was full of seduction. "The eyes you possess are the Rinnegan of the Sage of Six Paths. That is a power that only gods are worthy of. You are not a mortal; you are a 'god' chosen by fate."
"In this hypocritical world, only suffering can give birth to true peace. And you will be the god who brings suffering to the world, so that people may understand the true meaning of peace."
"Come with me, Nagato. I will teach you how to use those eyes, how to create a new world of your own..."
In Nagato's empty Rinnegan eyes, the confusion gradually faded, replaced by a fanatical, believer-like obsession. Amidst that bewitching, divinely inspired chant, a seed named "Pain" finally took root and sprouted in the darkness.
……
Meanwhile, thousands of meters above the ground.
A giant war eagle was speeding through the clouds, the biting wind whistling past like a knife, but Zhang Hai seemed completely oblivious.
At this moment, he was no longer the calm and composed man he usually was. His hair was disheveled, his eyes were bloodshot, and his usually expressionless face was filled with anxiety and panic.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
Zhang Hai cursed himself in his heart.
Just now, when Madara uttered that threat, his rationality completely collapsed. He didn't even turn around to notify Sasori and Kakuzu, who were waiting 500 meters away. He directly summoned his war hawk and rushed towards that direction at full speed—the direction of the Land of Waves Bridge—regardless of everything else.
Outside the mountain cemetery, amidst piles of rubble.
"Hey, has that kid gone mad?" Kakuzu stared at the receding black dot in the sky, his brows furrowed into a deep frown. "He ran off without even saying goodbye? This isn't like Zhang Hai, who would haggle with me to save a few bucks."
Hiruko's tail twitched uneasily, and Sasori's hoarse voice came from the puppet: "Something's wrong. Just now, my puppet sensed... an extremely strong emotional fluctuation, fear, anger, and... regret?"
"That guy who always plans everything, how could he reveal such a flaw?" Scorpion's tone was tinged with disbelief.