Infinite: The Main God Space Starting from Naruto

Chapter 135 Exchange, Awakening, Return

The next moment, he pulled out two Imperial Arms that he had seized in the capital: the Great Pitcher and the Shangri-La.

"I'll also sell these two items," he said, holding up the Imperial Arms in front of him.

The main god's orb flashed again, and a beam of light swept over the two Imperial Arms.

[The Great Pitcher, identified as a three-star item, has been successfully recycled. You have earned 2000 exchange points.]

[Shangri-La, identified as a special four-star item, successfully recycled, earning 10000 exchange points]

Sakazuki frowned slightly as he watched the exchange points increase.

"If I had known I could sell them for points, I should have taken everything I could," he thought to himself. "I'm still far from enough."

Sakazuki pondered for a moment, a resolute glint in his eyes. He looked up at the sphere of light of the supreme god, his voice low and firm: "I will sell my power."

The main god's sphere of light flickered slightly, as if waiting for further explanation.

"I want to sell the Navy's Sixth Type," Sakazuki said, his tone tinged with a hint of probing.

As soon as he finished speaking, a strange sensation suddenly swept over his entire body. Sakazuki felt as if he had been scanned from head to toe, with every pore on his body exposed.

The next moment, the mechanical voice of the supreme god resounded in his mind:

[Shave, identified as a three-star skill, successfully recycled, gaining 2500 exchange points]

[Paper drawing, identified as a three-star skill, successfully recycled, earning 2500 exchange points]

[Moonwalk, identified as a three-star skill, successfully recycled, gaining 2500 exchange points]

……

As the notification sounded, the reward points also increased rapidly.

After selling everything, he stretched his body and didn't feel anything unusual. After all, according to the information transmitted by the main god, he wouldn't lose these abilities.

"Strange," Sakazuki muttered to himself, "what exactly did the supreme god obtain?"

Sakazuki had no idea that the true significance of this deal far exceeded his imagination.

As an important figure in the cycle of reincarnation, the Reincarnator represents an important part of the world. Each time they voluntarily sell themselves, the main god gains a part of that world's mark, harvesting energy while also deepening their connection with that world.

"God, I want to sell advanced Armament Haki, advanced Observation Haki, and the Magma-Magma Fruit ability." His voice was deep and he didn't hesitate at all.

[Advanced Armament Haki, identified as a four-star skill, successfully recycled, gaining 10000 exchange points]

[Advanced Observation Haki, identified as a four-star skill, successfully recycled, gaining 10000 exchange points]

[The Lava Fruit, identified as a five-star ability, has been successfully retrieved. 40000 exchange points have been earned.]

Sakazuki took a deep breath and stretched. Although he knew he wouldn't lose these abilities, he still couldn't help feeling uneasy.

"144500 points," Sakazuki murmured, his gaze returning to the virtual screen.

He stared at the "Demon Essence" on the screen, a resolute glint in his eyes. Although he was unsure what the consequences of the fusion would be, the risk was worth taking in order to become stronger.

"God," Sakazuki said in a deep voice, "I want to exchange for the Essence of Demons."

[Confirmed redemption of Demon's Essence, 120000 points deducted, 10500 points remaining]

As soon as he finished speaking, an exquisite metal can appeared out of thin air in front of Sakazuki. The can was entirely coral-gold in color, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.

Sakazuki picked up the metal can and opened it. Instantly, a bone-chilling cold wafted out. The can contained a strange blood that emitted a faint blue light, and the chill was emanating from it.

"Is this the source of Esdeath's power?" Sakazuki murmured to himself, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

He gripped the metal can tightly, feeling the biting cold emanating from his hand. Sakazuki took a deep breath, his gaze hardening.

"Now that we've come this far, there's no turning back."

Sakazuki took a deep breath and said to the orb of light, "If I get injured during the process, please treat me immediately. The required reward points will be deducted directly from my account."

The request has been recorded. Treatment will proceed automatically as needed, and the cost will be deducted from your reward points.

Without giving himself a chance to hesitate, Sakazuki suddenly tilted his head back and drank the blood in the jar in one gulp.

In an instant, a violent force surged into his body like a raging torrent.

Sakazuki's eyes widened, his pupils contracted sharply, and his body trembled violently uncontrollably. A bone-chilling cold spread rapidly from his stomach, like countless tiny ice spikes piercing his entire body, causing excruciating pain to every inch of his skin.

At the same time, the originally scorching magma within his body began to churn violently, as if resisting the invasion of this chill. Ice and fire engaged in a fierce battle within him, every inch of his flesh becoming a brutal battlefield.

"Ugh!" Sakazuki couldn't help but let out a low growl. Intense pain coursed through his body like an electric current, his muscles twitched beneath his skin, and his veins bulged, as if something was about to burst out of his body.

As the pain intensified, Sakazuki's body began to undergo abnormal changes.

His right half was gradually covered by crystal-clear frost, exuding a chilling aura; his left half, on the other hand, was ablaze with molten lava, crimson lava churning and flowing beneath his skin. These two diametrically opposed forces collided continuously, bursting forth with puffs of white steam at their point of intersection.

The internal struggle quickly affected the surrounding environment. The ground beneath Sakazuki's feet began to change, one half covered by a thick layer of ice, the other half turning into a pool of scalding lava.

Just then, countless sounds pierced Sakazuki's brain like sharp blades: screams, cries, pleas for mercy, and the sound of swords cutting into flesh. These sounds wove together a giant net, tightly enveloping his consciousness.

Immediately afterward, countless images flashed before his eyes: battlefields splattered with blood, villages strewn with corpses, and burning city ruins.

The scenes shifted rapidly, flashing before his eyes like a revolving lantern, each one so real, as if he had personally experienced them. The frequent changes in the images made Sakazuki's consciousness increasingly blurred, and his head throbbed with pain.

As these horrific visions continued to unfold, an uncontrollable urge surged within him: a desire to destroy, to kill, to dominate everything. This desire was so intense that it almost consumed his reason, and Sakazuki felt his consciousness being assimilated by this force.

"Get out of my way!" Sakazuki gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and let out a low growl.

At that moment, all senses seemed to be suddenly cut off, and the surroundings were plunged into an eerie darkness. However, this silence lasted only a brief instant.

Suddenly, Sakassky's nose was filled with a strong smell of burnt wood and a pungent, nauseating stench of blood.

The familiar scent awakened memories buried deep within his mind. Sakazuki suddenly looked up, only to find that the God Realm before him had vanished.

Instead, he saw the scene of his hometown from his childhood, and he himself became like a child. The familiar houses and streets were now shrouded in flames, with burning debris and thick smoke everywhere.

At the same time, the pirates' maniacal laughter and the villagers' screams rang in my ears, the sounds so clear, as if they were right beside me.

The scorching flames licked at his skin, the burning pain so real it sent shivers down his spine. Sakazuki could clearly feel the heatwave washing over him, the choking smoke making it hard to breathe.

Everywhere he looked, there were scenes of pirates wantonly destroying and looting. A group of pirates were brutally ransacking a house, smashing the furniture to pieces. On the other side, several pirates were dragging a screaming woman into an alley.

"Damn pirates!"

These scenes fueled Sakazuki's rage. His fists clenched so tightly his nails dug into his palms.

Just then, a powerful force surged within him. It was the killing intent emanating from the essence of demons, roaring like a bloodthirsty beast. Deep within his heart, a voice whispered incessantly:

"Kill them. Kill them all."

The sound grew louder and louder, eventually drowning out Sakazuki's consciousness. His eyes turned blood red, and with a leap, he charged towards the nearest pirate like a cannonball.

"Die!" he roared, his fist slamming into the pirate's face. Before the pirate could react, he was punched through the skin, his head flying off and crashing heavily into the wall behind him.

The pirates were completely unprepared for a counterattack, and even more surprised that this force would come from a child.

"What?! This brat!" "Grab him!" "Don't let him get away!"

The pirates panicked, but their shouts were just pointless noise to Sakazuki. In his world, there was only one thought: kill!

Blood splattered, and screams echoed everywhere. Sakazuki was like a precise killing machine, each movement taking a life. In his eyes, these pirates had long since lost the right to live.

The screams of the pirates rose and fell, but this only excited Sakazuki more. His movements became faster and more ruthless, as if he wanted to vent all his years of anger at this moment.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

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Sakazuki kept growling, his voice filled with an uncontrollable fanaticism. His eyes saw only enemies, blood, and death.

After an unknown amount of time, the world suddenly fell silent. Sakazuki abruptly stopped, panting heavily as he looked around.

In the center of the battlefield, littered with corpses, he stood alone. Then, looking down at his blood-stained hands, he suddenly had a clear realization:

This is his mission, this is the meaning of his existence.

"Only by completely eradicating pirates can we truly end the chaos of this era," he murmured to himself, his eyes gleaming with determination.

boom!

Suddenly, a powerful aura erupted from his body, spreading outwards like a tangible pressure, shattering the illusion like a mirror. Countless fragments danced in the air, finally dissipating into starlight.

As the illusion vanished, Sakazuki felt an unprecedented surge of power coursing through his body. He looked down at his hands and saw that his skin, which had been covered in frost and lava, was rapidly returning to normal.

Within their bodies, the Demon Essence and the Lava Fruit no longer fought each other, but instead submitted to a more powerful force.

That was the oppressive aura of Conqueror's Haki, dominating everything within him like an emperor. Two completely different forces, like submissive beasts, obediently groveled under his will.

Just then, the voice of the supreme god resounded once more in the space:

[Fusion complete. New bloodline: Please name it, reincarnator.]

[Ability Description: A perfect fusion of the Devil's Essence and the power of the Magma-Magma Fruit, allowing free manipulation of ice and fire energies.]

[Ability Assessment: Six Stars]

Upon hearing the words of the Main God Space, he slowly extended his right hand, and his palm instantly transformed into scalding lava, flashing red light and rising with heat.

The next second, Sakazuki narrowed his eyes, and with a thought, a strange change occurred.

The scalding lava began to eerily emit wisps of cold air; the lava was still flowing, yet it began to exude a bone-chilling cold.

This illogical phenomenon surprised even Sakazuki: "Interesting..."

He could sense that this new power was far more potent than simple ice or magma. The cold of ice and the heat of fire combined to create far more devastating destruction.

Sakazuki pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "Let's call it 'Netherflame Frozen Hell'."

The Main God Space responded immediately: [Bloodline naming successful: Netherflame Frozen Hell]

Immediately afterwards, another notification sounded: [This ability has been included in the God Space. Reward: 10000 points]

"Next," he said in a low voice, his tone filled with determination, "it's time to go back. Those pirates have been arrogant for far too long!"

He looked up at the orb of light of the Supreme God and said in a deep voice, "Supreme God, I want to return."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sakazuki's vision suddenly went dark. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself back in his familiar room.

Sakazuki looked around, feeling as if what had just happened was a dream. He looked down at his hands, feeling the new power surging within him.

Just then, a rapid knocking sounded on the door, interrupting his thoughts.

Sakazuki frowned and said in a deep voice, "Come in."

The door opened, and a naval soldier strode in. He was Sakazuki's personal guard, and he looked somewhat tense.

The soldier stood at attention, saluted, and said quickly, "General Sakazuki, an emergency report is in progress!"

Sakassky nodded slightly, signaling him to continue.

The soldier took a deep breath and said, "Marshal Sengoku has just submitted his retirement application to the World Government."

Upon hearing this news, Sakazuki raised an eyebrow slightly, but did not show much surprise. He had long sensed that the Warring States intended to retreat, so this was not unexpected.

However, the soldier's next words made his expression turn serious.

"However, Fleet Admiral Sengoku also made a suggestion," the soldier continued, his voice slightly hesitant. "He requested that the World Government consider nominating Admiral Aokiji as the next Fleet Admiral."

Upon hearing this news, a cold glint flashed in Sakazuki's eyes. The room temperature seemed to drop several degrees instantly, and the soldier involuntarily shivered.

"Aokiji?" he murmured to himself, a thoughtful glint in his eyes. "It seems the situation is about to get even more interesting."

Sakazuki turned to face the soldier, his voice regaining its usual calm: "I understand. You may leave now."

The soldier felt the powerful aura emanating from Sakazuki and couldn't help but shiver again before quickly leaving the room.

Sakazuki was silent for a moment, then slowly stood up and walked to the window. He looked down at the view of the holy site, a complex expression on his face.

"I'm determined to get this position. Aokiji, you'd better be prepared."

If Akainu hadn't prevented his entire family from being killed by pirates when he was a child, I really wouldn't understand why he's so obsessed.

Based on the childhood portrait drawn by Oda, it's pretty close.

(End of this chapter)