Infinite: The Main God Space Starting from Naruto

Chapter 33 Creating God

Stark snapped back to reality, his lips trembling, and it took him a long time to manage a single sentence: "Those...were they real? I...really saw your world just now?"

Fugaku nodded, his expression unchanged.

Stark opened his mouth again, but couldn't speak. His mind was a mess, unable to comprehend what he was seeing.

After a long silence, he finally spoke with difficulty, his voice somewhat hoarse: "Since your civilization is so advanced, why not just destroy the monsters' lair and eliminate the threat completely?"

Fugaku Uchiha turned around, his gaze calmly fixed on Stark. "General," he said slowly, "my purpose here is to help you, not to replace you."

He took a step forward and gently patted Stark on the shoulder. "The development and progress of a civilization ultimately depends on its own efforts. If we rely solely on external forces, we will never truly become strong."

Fugaku withdrew his hand, his gaze becoming distant. "I can offer you some help and guidance, and fight alongside you. But ultimately, you must create your own future with your own hands."

Stark stood up from his chair, his legs feeling a little weak. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He walked towards the door, stopping as he passed Fugaku.

"I will report everything you've said." His voice was a little hoarse, but his tone was filled with undisguised reverence. "Thank you very much for your frankness."

Fugaku nodded slightly, watching Stark leave. The moment the door closed, a barely perceptible smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

The images he just showed the other party were actually inspired by books from this world. He then used rhetoric to guide Stark to imagine what a technological world would be like, ultimately creating an illusionary world.

Furthermore, he incorporated psychological suggestion into his message to guide the other person to believe in him.

Although the science fiction and cultural development of this world far surpasses that of the ninja world, they are nothing more than mortals powerless against the Sharingan.

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Soon, on the other side

General Stark stood in a spacious conference room, in front of a huge screen divided into several small windows, each showing a leader with a serious expression.

"Gentlemen," Stark began, his tone solemn, "based on my conversation with that 'visitor' from another world, I have reason to believe that everything he said is true."

The leaders on the screen looked at each other, their eyes filled with disbelief.

"Another world?" A bald official scoffed. "General, you don't actually believe in such a fantastical story, do you?"

A general in military uniform spoke up: "I don't think we should completely rule out this possibility."

He surveyed the scene, his gaze resolute: "The power this 'visitor' has displayed far exceeds our comprehension. Perhaps, we have indeed encountered a civilization from another world."

The meeting room erupted in chaos as the leaders discussed the matter animatedly, each sticking to their own opinion.

"Quiet!" A loud voice suddenly interrupted everyone. Everyone turned to look at the source of the voice—a short, stout, middle-aged man with a flushed face.

"I don't care where he comes from or what he does," the man slammed his finger on the table. "I only care about my current approval rating. Right now, there's a huge crowd protesting in front of my house every day!"

The veins on the man's forehead bulged, clearly indicating that he was extremely angry.

"That damned reporter, Cathy Black, is a stoic!" he said through gritted teeth. "If we don't quell the public's anger soon, our political careers are over!"

General Stark pondered for a moment, then suddenly spoke up: "Gentlemen, I have a proposal."

He glanced around, his gaze sharp: "Instead of trying to hide the truth, let's take advantage of this opportunity."

"What do you mean?" The hot-tempered politician frowned.

"It's simple. Since they have goodwill towards us," General Stark said calmly. "We can make him a newly introduced hero and attract public attention."

The meeting room fell silent; everyone stared wide-eyed at General Stark.

His gaze swept across everyone's faces: "Rather than let the truth become our burden, let it become our asset. We can hold a press conference to shape the image of Uchiha Fugaku, making him an idol symbolizing hope and strength."

"In this way," he said, a slight smile playing on his lips, "the public's attention will be focused on the new hero, not on the destroyed city walls."

The leaders fell silent, each pondering Stark's proposal.

After a moment, the hot-tempered politician nodded heavily: "That makes sense, it's indeed a good idea. I'll leave this to you, but you know the consequences if anything goes wrong."

General Stark nodded and replied, "Don't worry, we've done this kind of thing enough."

……

The very next day, an exceptionally grand press conference was held.

At the scene, camera flashes went off one after another, illuminating the venue as bright as day.

Countless reporters crowded below the stage, their cameras pointed at the podium.

In a corner of the meeting room, General Stark was talking quietly with Casey Black.

Casey, her expression agitated, spoke rapidly: "General, I need to know the truth. Who is that mysterious man? What do you plan to do with him? The public has the right to know everything!"

Stark looked at the blonde woman in front of him and sighed inwardly. He knew that if he wanted to control public opinion, he had to first win over this troublesome woman.

General Stark smiled slightly and placed his hand on Casey's shoulder. "Casey, I understand how you feel. But some things need to be done step by step."

He lowered his voice, his tone sincere: "Believe me, the truth will eventually come to light. And you will be the key figure in uncovering all of this."

A flicker of doubt crossed Casey's eyes: "Me? What can I do?"

General Stark leaned close to Casey's ear and whispered, "You are an outstanding journalist—passionate, capable, and influential. If you can seize this opportunity, the Pulitzer Prize is definitely yours."

He paused, then added, "Not only that, I can also provide you with more exclusive news opportunities, helping you gain a pivotal position in the media industry. Believe me, as long as we work together, your career will reach new heights."

Casey's eyes lit up instantly. The Pulitzer Prize—the highest honor every journalist dreams of.

Not to mention General Stark promised to provide more exclusive news, which was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Casey had been at the forefront of this media frenzy to get what he wanted.

After a moment, Casey looked up, a smile playing on her lips: "I understand, General. I will fully cooperate with your work."

Just then, all the lights in the hall suddenly went out, leaving only a spotlight shining on the podium. General Stark glanced knowingly at Casey and strode towards the podium.

Amid gasps of surprise, the press conference officially began.

The spotlight shone on the stage, and the hall fell silent. General Stark walked slowly forward, faced the sea of ​​reporters below, and cleared his throat.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he began, his voice loud and clear, "thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to attend this press conference."

He glanced around, making eye contact with each of the reporters in the audience. "I know there's been a lot of interest in that incident and the rumors surrounding that mysterious person over the past few days. Today, I'm here to reveal the truth."

A murmur rippled through the audience as reporters whispered amongst themselves, speculating about the major announcement the general would make next.

General Stark smiled slightly and raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet. "Without further ado, please allow me to formally introduce our hero, Mr. Uchiha Fugaku."

He turned to the side and gestured "please" towards the podium. Under everyone's gaze, a tall, imposing man slowly walked onto the podium.

General Stark leaned close to Fugaku's ear and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Just read the script we gave you."

At this moment, the reporters' eyes lit up instantly, the sound of camera shutters rose and fell, and the flashes went off incessantly, making the entire venue seem to boil over.

"Mr. Uchiha! May I ask where you are from?"

Why were you in that battle?

I'm currently reading the error-free version! This is the first time I've published this novel.

"What power are you using? And what is that giant?"

Countless questions were thrown at the stage. Fugaku Uchiha nodded slightly and cast a calm glance at the reporters. The noise in the venue gradually subsided.

Prior to this press conference, Fugaku Uchiha had already had extensive communication with General Stark.

This press conference was nothing more than a carefully orchestrated performance.

They agreed to reveal only limited information at the meeting to maintain the mystery surrounding Fugaku's identity while satisfying the public's curiosity.

"Thank you for your questions," Fugaku Uchiha said softly. "I cannot reveal too much about my identity and origins at this time."

The reporters immediately stirred again, seemingly dissatisfied with the answer. But Fugaku simply smiled faintly and continued, "But there's one thing I think you should understand."

He surveyed his surroundings, his gaze resolute. "No matter where I come from, I have only one purpose in coming here."

The audience fell silent, everyone holding their breath.

"That is, to help you," Fugaku Uchiha said, each word distinct and resolute. "To protect this city, to safeguard innocent lives, and to stop the rampage of those monsters. That is my sole reason for being here."

As soon as he finished speaking, applause erupted in the hall. General Stark smiled and stepped forward, shook hands with Fugaku, and gestured for reporters to ask questions.

Immediately, all the reporters raised their hands, vying to ask questions.

Fugaku Uchiha surveyed the room, his gaze finally settling on a blonde female reporter. He pointed at her, indicating that she should ask a question.

That was Kathy Black, the star reporter for the Metropolitan Daily.

"Mr. Uchiha!" Casey called out, her voice loud and clear, instantly drowning out the surrounding noise. "I'm Casey Black, a reporter from the Metropolitan Daily. May I ask you a few questions?"

Fugaku Uchiha's gaze fell on Casey, a meaningful glint flashing in his eyes. He nodded slightly, signaling Casey to ask a question.

With permission granted, Casey immediately began her questioning: "Mr. Uchiha, what everyone is most concerned about is, where did you come from? Are you from another world, another civilization?"

Fugaku paused for a moment, then slowly said, "I do come from a world different from yours. But I cannot reveal the specifics of that world at this time."

His voice was calm and firm, without a trace of emotional fluctuation.

Wow!

The reporters exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief. A cacophony of exclamations and whispers erupted, turning the scene into utter chaos.

At this point, Casey followed up with, "So, what is your purpose in coming to our world? Are you simply passing through, or do you have another mission?"

Fugaku's lips curved slightly upward, and his gaze softened. "I've come here primarily to help you fight against those monsters that suddenly appeared."

Casey's eyes lit up, and she quickly pressed on, "You mean you've fought these monsters before? Do you know anything about their origins and weaknesses?"

Fugaku shook his head: "Unfortunately, these monsters are also completely new to me. Like you, I know nothing about their origins or purpose."

But I assure you, no matter how powerful they are, I will fight to the death to protect this world.

"Mr. Uchiha, how serious do you think the threat we face is? Are you confident that we will achieve final victory?" Casey continued to ask loudly.

After a moment of contemplation, Fugaku slowly spoke: "This battle will probably not end easily. Those monsters are no ordinary beings."

However, his eyes suddenly sharpened: "As long as we are united and determined, there is nothing we cannot overcome."

His gaze swept over everyone present. "And I will fight alongside you until the very last moment. This is my promise." With that, Fugaku Uchiha bowed slightly.

As soon as Fugaku finished speaking, thunderous applause erupted from the audience once again.

The venue quickly descended into chaos.

Reporters rushed to pull out their phones, typing furiously on the screens, afraid that if they were a step too slow, their colleagues would steal the headline.

They relayed this explosive news back to their respective newspapers as quickly as possible, afraid of missing a single detail.

"Quick, quick, this news needs to be released as soon as possible!" "What? Front page headline? Of course! This is world-shaking news!"

"Oh my god, our newspaper's website is going to crash..."

The venue was in an uproar, with flashes of light going off everywhere, and people excitedly whispering and discussing among themselves.

On stage, General Stark smiled, watching the scene with satisfaction. In his view, the press conference had achieved its intended effect.

(End of this chapter)