From Naruto onwards, I've become a dreamer.

Chapter 389 Countdown to Return

Zarathustra walked slowly, draped in a tattered yellow robe, through the bustling streets of Florence.

Strangely, his bizarre attire did not attract anyone's attention; the bustling crowds seemed to completely ignore him.

Suddenly, his figure shattered like a bubble and disappeared into the bustling street.

With one step, Zarathustra seemed to traverse space. Thick gray fog spread like a tide, the sky was dark and without light, and there was nothing around, creating a bizarre scene like the void.

"Hmm, this feeling... is it Nibelungen?"

Zarathustra was slightly surprised. The feeling this space gave him was very similar to the Nibelungen Domain created by the Dragon King using alchemy.

However, if one observes with 'spiritual vision', one can discover that this space, while similar to Nibelungen at the core level, contains not only traces of alchemy, but is also a product woven from the two authorities of alchemy and dreams, existing between reality and illusion.

"Interesting, really interesting."

Zarathustra stroked his beard and smiled slightly: "To combine two powers is truly ingenious."

After expressing his feelings, he continued walking deeper into the gray fog.

This road is not as simple as it seems on the surface, and the gray fog that permeates the surroundings is not just for show.

'Zarathustra' retains his spiritual vision and can perceive the subtle 'guidance' and 'hypnosis' contained within the gray mist.

Without appropriate measures, the longer one remains in the gray fog, the deeper the erosion of one's mind.

In the end, he became a puppet controlled by the 'gray fog,' completely losing his mind and becoming a wandering ghost without any consciousness in the gray fog.

Soon, he heard the sound of surging waves, and when he looked up, he saw a deep and dark ribbon hanging in the gray sky, spanning the entire space like a bridge.

"This is... the ocean of the collective unconscious?" Zarathustra was shocked once again.

To actually project the vast ocean of the collective subconscious into this space is truly a grand undertaking.

At this moment, the vast ocean formed by the subconscious of all beings is like a dazzling Milky Way, flowing endlessly across the gray sky. The stars reflected in the spiritual sky are just like the stars in the real world, adorning the deep and dark sea of ​​the subconscious, shining brightly and radiating a unique light.

Suppressing the shock in his heart, 'Zaratu' took a deep breath and continued to venture deeper into the gray fog.

After a short while, he finally stepped out of the gray fog, and the scene that came into view shocked him greatly, causing him to stop in his tracks.

It was a desolate and precipitous mountain range, a pitch-black mountain range that pierced the clouds!
The towering, dark mountain range, with its overlapping peaks and soaring clouds, sits abruptly on the icy and snowy land!
The rolling mountains, like jagged fangs, are ferocious and ugly, like rows of high walls built at the end of the world, exuding a terrifying ancient aura!
After a long while, Zarathustra finally came to his senses. Gazing at the awe-inspiring, dark mountains, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Forged from bronze and fire, it's truly amazing!"

Yes, that rugged and bizarre black mountain range was cast entirely in bronze, truly a wonder of nature.

Back then, even the true King of Bronze and Fire would have found it difficult to create such a magnificent building!

'Zaratu' couldn't wait to walk towards the mountain peak. When he arrived at the foot of the mountain, he saw a person wearing a pure white robe, with short golden hair, holding a black leather book, who seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

“Am I late, Adam?” Zarathustra asked with a smile.

"No, you've come at the perfect time."

Adam smiled, his expression reserved and gentle: "Come with me, He has been waiting for a long time."

"it is good."

Zarathustra nodded with a smile.

Adam waved his hand, and the power of the dream enveloped the two of them, their figures rapidly fading and becoming ethereal.

In an instant, they arrived at the mountaintop, where a majestic and magnificent temple stood atop the highest peak of the Black Mountains. Looking up, they could see the Subconscious Milky Way, stretching across the entire sky, descending like a thousand rays of light, making the temple appear supreme. The raging blizzard and ice crystals, illuminated by the spiritual radiance, resembled a sky full of stars.

Zarathustra followed Adam into the temple.

"Welcome back, thank you for your hard work."

Uchiha Muneki sat on a tall bronze chair, looking down at the two who had entered the temple, and smiled faintly.

Since his ascension to 'Sequence Three', he has rarely left the temple, leaving most tasks to Adam and Zarathustra.

But whether it's Zarathustra or Adam, they are people who used the authority of the Dream Weaver, combined with the power to weave dreams, and then separated directly from themselves. While they possess their own thoughts, they will never betray, and even if they die, it will not cause their original body to perish.

The audience rankings are just like this; they're no less impressive than the Gou family.

Almost none of the ones you can see are the 'original'; most are 'fabricated' personalities. Even if they are destroyed, it won't hurt.

Zaratu stroked his beard, smiled, and shook his head, saying, "It's not hard work, just a few more trips."

"Let's report on the results."

Uchiha Muneki tapped the table lightly and said.

"The arrangements in Pompeii are almost complete," Zarathustra said. "Next, we just need to wait for the three forces to converge and observe the outcome."

"What do you plan to do about Pompeii?" Adam asked seriously. "He is currently Sequence 5. If he is to advance to Sequence 4, there is a very high probability that he will go berserk. Even with our help, it will be difficult to control his madness. After all, the difference between a demigod and a human is huge. You should be well aware of this."

Uchiha Munetsuki looked at Chalatu and asked, "What do you think?"

“I think Sequence 4 is Pompeii’s limit,” Zarathustra said after a moment of thought. “Even if he has more time, it will be difficult for him to fully digest the potion and stabilize his condition.”

"I think the promotion ceremony can wait a bit longer."

Adam frowned slightly, seemingly disagreeing with his opinion: "Pompeii is highly compatible with the 'Tyrant' sequence. Keeping it can at least create a 'Sequence 1' trait. It would be a waste to act so early."

The problem is, it's been too long.

Zarathustra shook his head and turned to Adam, saying, "Waiting for Pompeii to advance to 'Sequence 1' is too costly and too time-consuming."

"So, it's confirmed?"

Adam sighed, then looked at the person in the main seat and said, "But... I don't think it's necessary to go to so much trouble to lay out the features of Sequence Four."

"Hehe, I don't think it was entirely a waste of time."

Zaratu shook his head and laughed, "We possess a Sequence Four property. If we find the right person, it will be enough for us to create a demigod directly next time. Then we won't need to worry about him going mad, and we can promote him to Sequence One in one go."

"Just do it."

In the end, Uchiha Munetsuki finalized the decision, his pale golden eyes filled with majesty, and said, "Compared to Sequence Four, there is something else I care about more."

Upon hearing this, Adam and Zarathustra both turned their gazes toward the person in the main seat, awaiting his next words.

"The Star Staff fell into slumber after it came into this world."

Uchiha Muneki paused, then his eyes shimmered with a faint golden light as he said in a deep voice, "But just these past two days, the 'Star Staff' has ended its slumber, which means we can finally go back."

(End of this chapter)