From Naruto onwards, I've become a dreamer.

Chapter 227 Mr. A: I'm not human anymore, Your Majesty!
'Adam' is very busy.

While he was dealing with Orochimaru, he suddenly felt a slight spiritual tremor. It turned out that Mr. A over there was also making a prayer to the 'True Creator'.

Well... both groups have come together.

Helpless, Uchiha Muneki separated one of his thoughts, simulated the personality of the Dark Saint, and built a dilapidated ruined temple next to the Church of Corpses.

A fallen temple, a church of bones.

Who would have thought that the Aurora Society and the Twilight Hermitage, who are sworn enemies and just had a fight, would have their 'headquarters' separated by only a wall?

The simulated personality of the Dark Saint is draped in a black robe, with a deep darkness enveloping his figure like a curtain, and his 'eyes' that occasionally open from within seem to gaze from the abyss.

The 'gaze' from behind the shadowy veil made Mr. A feel an invisible pressure. He dared not look up and respectfully lowered his head: "Your Majesty, the 'Desecrating Slab' has been obtained. As for those two people... please forgive my incompetence, they escaped."

As he spoke, he knelt down to beg for forgiveness, and presented the stolen clay tablet with both hands.

"Lift your head up, this time... you did very well."

The voice of the Dark Saint seemed to contain countless whispers from the abyss, filled with depravity and madness, yet also containing a trace of corrupt divinity.

Mr. A, flattered by the praise, seemed to groan with pleasure from his very flesh. He squinted, immersing himself in the filthy, decadent sounds: "Ah...this is the voice of my lord!"

Every cell and piece of flesh in his body seemed to be growing wildly, as if it had broken through his conscious control and evolved into some unknown shape.

Is this... out of control?

The Dark Saint stared at Mr. A in surprise. He had only borrowed the voice of the "True Creator," so how come this guy seemed to be... enjoying himself to the point of dying?
No, can a normal person really listen to that?

If it were a normal person, even just hearing His voice would corrupt their flesh and soul, causing them to develop self-awareness and ultimately degenerate into an indescribable monster.

But for Mr. A, this was the greatest 'supplement'!
After all, an extraordinary being who is already insane and depraved has had his mind and soul deeply polluted from the moment he was created, and could fall into complete depravity at any time.

This is why Mr. A's speed in digesting potions is even faster than normal; perhaps this is due to his innate... the holy body of the Hanged Man pathway?
Just as the Dark Saint was pondering, Mr. A, who had been somewhat out of control, suddenly returned to normal, licking his lips with a nostalgic look in his eyes, as if he was still not satisfied.

The Dark Saint casually picked up the clay tablet and said indifferently, "What reward do you want?"

Overjoyed at the praise, Mr. A looked at the shadowy curtain with a hint of longing on his face: "My Lord, I can feel that I am closer to my lord, and his voice has become much clearer. I wonder if... you could grant me an advancement potion?"

...What on earth is this thing?!

The Dark Saint's eyelids twitched violently.

If he remembered correctly, it had only been two months since his last promotion to Sequence 6, less than half a year in total. Was this guy about to be promoted to Sequence 5?
"Have you finished digesting the potion from the Rose High Priestess of Sequence 6?" the Dark Saint asked.

"No."

Mr. A acted as if it were perfectly normal.

"..."

The Dark Saint was speechless, really wanting to slap this guy to death. He suppressed his anger and said coldly, "Mid-series potions are different from low-series ones. Taking an advancement potion before the potion is fully digested will only make you completely lose control!"

"Your Excellency, I am not afraid of losing control!"

Mr. A's eyes gleamed with madness as he declared, "Just now, I felt it: the closer we are to the brink of losing control, the closer we get to the great 'True Creator'!"

"..." The Dark Saint was at a loss.

"Your Holiness, have you ever considered..."

However, Mr. A seemed to be caught in a self-delusional frenzy, completely unaware that his mind and soul had been deeply corrupted. He spread his arms wide and shouted, "Perhaps, losing control is the true path to becoming the 'Hanged Man,' the real way to play the role!"

Only by actively embracing madness and loss of control can we approach the great "true Creator"!

"My sage... I'm not going to be human anymore!"

The more out of control it becomes, the closer it gets to sequence 0.

The closer it is to sequence 0, the easier it is to get out of control.

Out of control... equals sequence 0?

Grass!
Genius, discharged!
These shocking remarks nearly stunned the Dark Saint.

what is this?
Do mentally ill people have broad thinking?
Is it a case of genius on the left and madman on the right?

Damn, this guy is wasting his talent in Naruto. If he were born in the other world, he would definitely be a saint of the Dao of Forgetfulness!
"Ahem... Your idea is commendable."

The Dark Saint coughed twice, his eyes twitching as he tried to calm the raging thoughts swirling within him. Then, feigning composure, he said, "But you must understand that the Aurora Society's ultimate goal is the séance, to awaken our Lord from His slumber of death. This requires the efforts of every member of the Church, including you. You must dedicate everything to our Lord, not waste His gifts, understand?"

However, the real reason is... Mr. A is too capable!

As the current leader of the Aurora Society, who is also a missionary, top enforcer, treasurer, preacher, and so on... if this guy gets out of control, where can he find another person as versatile as Mr. A?
So, let's not lose control.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty!"

After being reprimanded, Mr. A finally realized his mistake, abandoned his plan to "disregard humanity," and, filled with remorse, beat his chest and stamped his feet, tears streaming down his face: "I just succumbed to greed, attempting to get closer to the great 'True Creator,' and forgot my mission, Saint... I was wrong!"

Looking at Mr. A, who was weeping bitterly, the Dark Saint really didn't know what was wrong with this guy again, and felt a little tired... He hoped that when the person in question found out, their expression wouldn't be too complicated.

There aren't many people who would use self-deception or manipulation anymore.

This shows that the aurora is inseparable from Mr. A, just as Germany is inseparable from bread!

"It's good that you can recognize your mistakes."

The play must continue, the Dark Saint said. "Next, I need you to continue developing the church, while keeping an eye on the Profaned Tablet and that organization, understand?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Mr. A thought for a moment, then grinned and asked, "Your Excellency, I suddenly have an idea. I wonder if it's permissible?"

"what?"

The Dark Saint's heart skipped a beat. Could this guy be about to make another earth-shattering statement?

“Developing believers one by one is just too slow.”

In Mr. A's bloodshot eyes, a crazed look flashed: "Why not just take control of a country and establish a ninja village? That way, we can better spread the faith of our lord!"

(End of this chapter)