Naruto: I'm really not an evil scientist!

He was overjoyed and was about to reach for the fruit when a strange voice came from behind him: "Oh my, look what I found."

This made Obito freeze, as if he had been frozen in place, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

He immediately scrambled around and looked, his body tense, like a cheetah about to pounce on its prey.

A man dressed in a black robe with a strange smile on his face stood not far away, his eyes revealing greed and cunning.

Who are you?

Obito Uchiha cautiously took two steps back, his eyes flashing rapidly with the tomoe, forming the pattern of the Mangekyou Sharingan.

His right hand stealthily reached for the kunai at his waist, ready to launch an attack at any moment.

At this moment, he was like a wounded wild beast; though weak, he still possessed a strong will to survive and the ability to fight back.

The man chuckled and slowly approached Obito, saying, "Don't be nervous, I'm just a little interested in you."

You're Obito Uchiha, possessing the Mangekyou Sharingan and Hashirama cells. Who wouldn't want you?

Obito's heart sank. He knew that the person in front of him had also come for his abilities.

He gritted his teeth and said, "You think you can catch me?"

The man shook his head and said, "Of course I know I'm no match for you, but I've already notified my companions, and they'll be here soon."

Do you think you'll still be able to escape then?

Obito inwardly cursed, knowing he couldn't delay any longer and had to get rid of the person in front of him as soon as possible.

He took a deep breath, concentrated his mind, and activated his divine power, attempting to suck the man into the divine power space.

However, due to insufficient chakra, the activation of Kamui was not smooth, and only a weak suction force was generated.

Upon seeing this, the man burst into laughter: "Is that all you've got? Looks like you're not going anywhere today."

Obito was extremely anxious. He kept trying to mobilize the chakra in his body, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

The moment he opened his mouth to ask the question, Obito's guard was already on high alert.

His years as a behind-the-scenes manipulator in the ninja world have taught him that deadly dangers often lurk beneath the seemingly calm surface.

"who are you?"

Almost as soon as he uttered the words, he launched an illusion attack on the white-haired stranger in front of him without hesitation.

"I?"

Hiruko pointed to his face, a seemingly innocent smile on his lips, and said, "I'm just an ordinary traveler passing through." His tone was as casual as if he were discussing the weather.

"Hmph, you dishonest bastard! Once I kill you, I'll know who you are."

"Obito Uchiha said fiercely, his eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty light," he said.

In his view, this guy who suddenly appeared in the deep mountains and forests was most likely an ambush soldier who wanted to lie in wait for him, and was definitely not an ordinary traveler.

Having been the mastermind behind the ninja world for so many years, he still possesses some of the abilities commonly used by ninjas, such as extracting memories from corpses.

In his mind, he had already sentenced the white-haired man in front of him to death.

The space in front of Obito began to spiral and distort, a sign that he was about to unleash Kamui.

However, instead of directly sucking the other party into the Divine Might Space, he casually pulled out a sharp scythe.

The sickle gleamed coldly in the sunlight, as if foreshadowing the impending bloodshed.

He dragged his scythe and walked step by step toward Hiruko, each step filled with intense killing intent, as if he wanted to cut the white-haired man in front of him, who had the same hair color as that bastard Kakashi, in half.

In Obito Uchiha's mind, the person in front of him who had fallen under his genjutsu was already a dead man.

A kaleidoscope-level genjutsu is something that ordinary people have absolutely no chance of escaping, which is one of the reasons why he has dominated the ninja world for so many years.

"Die!"

Obito's face turned fierce as he slashed down with his scythe, his momentum unstoppable, as if he wanted to shatter everything in his path.

The scythe sliced ​​through the air with a sharp whistling sound, cleaving the person in front of it in two.

However, a strange scene unfolded: the white-haired man, severed in two, did not splatter any blood.

After he finished chopping, his body came back together as if nothing had happened, like an absurd farce.

Then, the man in front of him began to sway, instantly splitting into two, then four, then eight... a dense array of figures surrounded him.

Each clone's eyes turned crimson, the color unique to the Sharingan.

Moreover, they each held a white spike that gleamed with a cold light, radiating a chilling aura in the sunlight that sent shivers down one's spine.

"What? Sharingan? I've been hit by a genjutsu!?" Obito's eyes widened as if he had seen the most unbelievable thing in the world, and a bead of cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

He then realized that he had fallen into a carefully laid illusion trap, and a strong sense of unease welled up in his heart.

He quickly formed a hand seal and said, "Release!"

"Hmm? Why isn't it untied yet?"

"hateful!"

"Release! Release! Release! Release for me!" Obito shouted hoarsely as he swung his scythe, looking like a madman.

Each swing of his sword carried all his power, as if that would break the damned illusion.

However, the more he slashed, the more figures appeared around him. These figures surged towards him like a tide, tightly surrounding him and leaving him nowhere to escape.

Obito became increasingly certain that he was still immersed in genjutsu, and his inexplicable anxiety grew.

He felt like a wild beast trapped in a cage, unable to break free of these invisible shackles no matter how hard he struggled.

Completely unaware that a sinister, grinning face had appeared in his shadow at some point.

The grotesque face had its gaping maw wide open, revealing sharp fangs, as if waiting to devour his soul.

After Obito swung his sword wildly as if he were an idiot, his stamina began to drain away at an abnormally rapid rate.

His arms became incredibly heavy, and each swing of the sickle felt like dragging a thousand pounds.

At the same time, his chakra disappeared without him even realizing it, like a flood that had burst its banks and was gone forever.

He felt his body growing weaker and weaker, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

"Aaaaaah!" But Obito Uchiha remained oblivious, his mind clouded by rage and despair.

His veins bulged, his muscles were congested and throbbing, and even his blood vessels burst, staining his clothes with blood. Yet he still desperately swung his sickle, as if that would give him a sliver of hope.

Finally, covered in blood, he suddenly collapsed, like a felled tree, crashing heavily to the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

"Oh dear~ Is this the limit? How useless. I thought I could extract more spiritual energy."

Countless figures eventually converged into one person. Hiruko slowly walked up to Obito, a disdainful smile on her face.

He casually shattered Obito's mask, revealing his scarred face, and then gouged out his eyes.

Those eyes were once the pride of the Uchiha clan, but now they have become Hiruko's spoils of war.

"There are still so many negative emotions that haven't been released, we can't let them go to waste."

Did he think falling into a coma would end it all? The ghost entered his dream, ready to continue playing with him.

Hiruko pursed his lips, as if he were talking about something trivial.

I need to see how effective the ghost-like life form I developed is.

"Hehe~" The ghost chuckled, its voice sinister and terrifying, sending chills down one's spine.

Then it emerged directly from the shadows and leaped into Obito Uchiha's mind like a diver.

The movement was light and eerie, like a ghost moving about.

"Ughhhhhh—!" Immediately afterward, Obito, whose eyes were now empty, let out a shrill scream, a sound that seemed to come from hell, filled with pain and despair.

His whole body trembled violently, as if he were being pierced by countless needles at the same time.

A little drool involuntarily dripped from the corner of his mouth, and he looked utterly disheveled.

Hiruko paid no attention to the ugly creature curled up on the ground; in his eyes, Obito had lost his usefulness.

He then began to study Kamui, a powerful ability unique to the Uchiha clan. If he could master it, his strength would be greatly enhanced.

He dripped a drop of blood from his fingertip, which transformed into blood-like threads in the air, enveloping the kaleidoscope and suspending it in front of him.

Immediately afterward, with Hiruko's precise and continuous infusion of chakra, the space in front of him began to fluctuate violently, and a huge spiral vortex appeared out of thin air.

The vortex was like a greedy beast, opening its blood-red maw and frantically devouring everything around it.

Countless objects were thrown down from the Divine Might Space like a waterfall, crashing to the ground with a clatter and raising a cloud of dust.

Like Madara Uchiha's fan, which symbolized power and majesty and once commanded the wind and rain on the battlefield, it is now thrown out like a rag.

There were also all sorts of shuriken and kunai, gleaming with a cold light, as if they still carried the aura of battle.

The detonating tags scattered one by one, their runes faintly flickering, seemingly still carrying the residual power of the explosion.

The chains were thick and cold, winding and coiling on the ground like a sleeping giant serpent.

The masks come in all shapes and sizes; some are ferocious and terrifying, while others are mysterious and unpredictable, as if they conceal countless unknown secrets.

These miscellaneous items, piled together, looked like a small mountain.

"What kind of mess is this? Is there anything useful at all?" Hiruko looked at the pile of stuff in front of him, his brows furrowed, his face full of disgust, and he couldn't help but complain.

He had thought he could find some treasures in the Divine Might Space that would greatly help improve his strength, but he didn't expect to find these junk items.

But just as he was complaining, his Sharingan underwent a strange change.

The three tomoe on his right eye spun rapidly like high-speed gears, emitting a faint and mysterious light.

For a fleeting moment, the magatama solidified into the same pattern as Kamui, a pattern so intricate and exquisite that it seemed to contain the mysteries of the universe.

But soon, the strange pattern disappeared, like a fleeting moment, leaving only a faint trace.

Hiruko felt a strange fluctuation in his eyes, like a gentle breeze rippling across a lake.

It seemed that something had been recorded, but Hiruko himself couldn't quite put his finger on what changes had occurred, and the feeling quickly vanished as if nothing had happened.

"What is this? A strange feeling."

Hiruko covered his right eye, his brows furrowing even more, a look of confusion and contemplation on his face.

"As expected, the transformation is comprehensive. Every ability has evolved. My Sharingan must have some special abilities besides Susanoo."