Naruto: I'm really not an evil scientist!

Hiruko truly had an inner demon, which followed him like a shadow, constantly tormenting him.

However, he was not tormented by his inner demons, but rather controlled them, enduring immense pain with them at all times, yet unable to even escape. Furthermore, a chakra control chip was implanted in his inner demons, as if he were wearing an invisible shackle.

"This is... the true form of your soul!"

"No, that evil spirit... isn't your soul at all! Why is your soul only half the size of a normal person's!"

Some of the ninjas' techniques have actually touched upon the fundamental and taboo aspects of this world, one of which is the soul.

In the original work, Orochimaru used the Reanimation Jutsu to constantly change his body in an attempt to explore the true meaning of life and the secret of immortality. Hiruko also made a similar attempt.

However, Orochimaru prioritizes life itself, pursuing the continuation and existence of life.

Hiruko, on the other hand, values ​​the bloodline limit of the other party more, and desires to enhance his own power by obtaining the bloodline limit.

Having exhausted his own potential, Hiruko also attempted to obtain another person's bloodline limit by changing bodies. He even modified his own body with a chakra bloodline receiving device in an attempt to break through his own limitations.

But it didn't work out. After all, it involved the soul, and the risks were too high. The complexity and mystery of the soul far exceeded his imagination.

That's why the current Oni-Garuru technique exists. He can directly seize another's bloodline without changing his body. This seems like a shortcut, but it also hides countless dangers.

But that doesn’t mean he’s unaware of what other people’s souls are like. Through countless attempts and explorations, he has gained some understanding of the soul.

"Indeed, I only have half of what a normal person would have, because... I sent my other half to the Pure Land... although it disappeared in the end—actually, I only realized after I cut it open that, just like the body, the soul is also a double backup."

There are two lungs, two kidneys, two hands... Removing half of them has a big impact, but it's not like we can't continue living.

Chapter 384: The Great Demon from Beyond the World

"In the realm of soul technology, the chakra cyber soul backup technology also operates on a similar principle. All things in this world share commonalities."

"At the very least, I can use my inner demons to cover up the missing part... It's even more effective than the original half of the soul."

What the soul may forget, the inner demons will never forget.

All I have to do is extract those things I've forgotten from its body..."

"Whether it's important memories from the past, techniques that were only glanced at and should have been forgotten, or... unforgettable pain!"

With only half of him remaining, Deepa spoke these words, his eyes revealing a kind of madness and determination.

He inserted his hand into the inner demon's body, his hand still bearing a chakra cyber extractor that gleamed with an eerie light.

He forcibly pulled out a colorful object from it, an object that seemed to contain countless secrets and emotions, and then shoved it hard into Hiruko's forehead.

Deepa immediately opened his eyes wide, clutched his head in immense pain, and trembled uncontrollably.

Because at that moment, he saw countless memories of Dipa.

Some memories that he couldn't understand, yet were incredibly real, surged through his mind like a raging tide, completely engulfing him.

These are not fabricated memories, because fabricated memories could never be so real... These memories are all Deepa's past...

"Wow, is this what transmigration is? I've transmigrated to Konoha? This is amazing! I even have a bloodline limit... Hahaha, this is wonderful!"

"Although I've never heard of this Dipa family before... Hmm?... Are they the kind of small family that accidentally disappeared into the torrent of history?"

"There are so many small families like that...hehehe, but it doesn't matter, I know the plot!"

Even if I can't become Hokage, with a bloodline limit, being a Jonin and living a carefree, idle life shouldn't be a problem, right?

"Seriously speaking, there are tons of pretty girls in Naruto, and most of them aren't that hard to win over... Hey, silly little sister, don't suddenly shove your foot into my mouth... And you're laughing... Ugh... Babies are such a hassle..."

The torrent of memories comes and goes in an instant, like a fleeting dream.

Deepa couldn't remember much, but he knew that this colorful memory contained his happiest moments.

That was when he was a baby, spending time with his older brother, older sister, younger brother, younger sister, parents, and grandparents.

The ninja's life was very simple, but happy. The family sat together, sharing simple food, and laughter echoed in the small house.

The Dipa family was once a large and prosperous family. They were always together, enjoying each other's company and never separated. Their relationship was very close.

"Hmph... Why are you showing me all this?"

"Is this your illusion...? No, this is not an illusion..."

"Hmph, if these are indeed your memories, then you're going to the battlefield! Guys like you will all die! Damn you, Hiruko!"

Dipa clutched his head, roaring and screaming, his voice filled with pain and despair.

He felt an extraordinary pain, not because of Hiruko's happy childhood, but because he had never even enjoyed that childhood... He was an orphan, and from the time he became conscious, he did not know what his parents and relatives looked like. He grew up in loneliness and indifference, and the pain in his heart was like an unhealable wound.

"Ah, you're right, that period of life was indeed very painful."

"Actually, for me, the painful thing was not being a child and having to go to war."

Instead... I had to lead my family, who were even weaker than myself, to face that brutal war together. That sense of powerlessness and responsibility felt like heavy shackles, suffocating me.

Hiruko's eyes revealed a hint of weariness, as if he had returned to that painful time.

I also want to drag my young, ignorant younger brother and sister into that cruel, bloody, and unpredictable battlefield.

To witness firsthand how they, as insignificant and helpless as ants, are sent to their deaths.

Go and see them… In that fierce battle, mercilessly struck by the powerful explosive tags, their once vibrant and complete bodies were instantly blasted into half-monstrous remains… half a bloodied and mangled hand… or… merely half a bloodstained finger… All of this unfolded vividly before my very eyes.”

Hiruko laughed maniacally, his laughter twisted and filled with pain. Then, he forcibly dug out a filthy, nauseating mass of flesh and blood from the abyss-like depths of his inner demons and stuffed it into Hiruko's already chaotic consciousness.

In an instant, a strange and terrifying memory resurfaced like a tidal wave.

However, the scenes that appeared in my memory this time were not beautiful at all; they were just endless scenes of destruction and desolate landscapes.

On that battlefield filled with smoke and the stench of death, young Hiruko was charred black, his skin covered in burn marks, and his hair was singed and disheveled.

He sat blankly on the blood-soaked ground, his eyes vacant and lifeless, staring intently at the few small, severely deformed, and unrecognizable pieces of the emaciated corpses before him.

At this moment, his abdomen had been ripped open by a sharp weapon, and his internal organs were constantly flowing out. The excruciating pain was like a surging tide, crashing against his fragile nerves again and again, but he was completely unaware of it, as if his soul had already left his painful body.

"How could this happen... How could this happen... Why did this happen... Aren't I a transmigrator? Why is this happening... It shouldn't be like this! I was so careful, so very careful!"

The young Hiruko, his face filled with terror and despair, screamed at the top of his lungs.

Why did this happen?!

"Am I not trying hard enough?!"

"You idiots over there! What are you doing here? You can't beat Konoha, you'll just have to sign the surrender document in the end! You only get a few thousand taels a day, what are you risking your lives for!"

As he spoke, he frantically covered his head with both hands, wanting to scream to release the volcanic pain erupting within him, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he could only utter eerie and mournful murmurs like those of a night owl.

"Screw this time travel! Screw Naruto! Why did you bring me to this world but not give me the power to change it?! What's the use of the Hiruko family's bloodline limit?!"

"What's the use?!"

"Why won't you give me the Sharingan! Why won't you give me the Mangekyou Sharingan! Why won't you give me the Rinnegan!"

His body trembled uncontrollably as he screamed in pain.

Just then, a similarly disheveled and exhausted blond boy rushed to Hiruko's side from afar. His eyes were full of anxiety and concern. He knocked Hiruko unconscious, who had gone mad, and shouted, "Little guy, hold on! Hold on!"

The pain of reaching the limit of life and losing his loved ones at the same time was like a sharp sword, constantly churning wildly in Hiruko's consciousness, making him feel like he was suffocating from the pain.

But when this excessively intense emotion subsided slightly, and Hiruko looked at everything before her again, her eyes were no longer filled with the endless hatred that had been before.

He said in a low, hoarse voice, "You too have suffered the pain of war! You and I are the same... It's always like this! Always like this! Never-ending!"

Ninjas who lived to Hiruko's age had all struggled to crawl out of those mountains of corpses.

In the truest sense, a pile of dead bodies without any exaggeration.

Among the piles of dead bodies, the most numerous were children without bloodlines.

They have never had the chance to taste the beauty of the world, nor do they understand what war truly means.

When they came to their senses, they were already lying in a pool of blood, their lives as fragile as a candle flickering in the wind, ultimately becoming a cold number on the memorial stone.

Hiruko despised bloodline ninjas, yet desperately longed to possess one; it was from that time that she began.

He kept running away from one problem, but he could never truly escape it—his own weakness.

Deep down, he harbored a deep-seated hatred, wondering why he couldn't be stronger and why he couldn't save his former comrades.

Why is it that others can get what he has always longed for so easily?

"The world shouldn't be like this!"

"Yes, the world shouldn't be like this!"

Hiruko laughed wildly, his laughter filled with resentment and anger. The inner demon, however, was in even greater pain. He tore off another piece of flesh from the inner demon and stuffed it into Dipa's body. "Then let's change it together!"

"Hmm, change it! How to change it!?"

"Of course, it's about becoming stronger!"

The memory that appeared before Hiruko this time was a study.

It was a study that no woman had cleaned, which was slowly becoming desolate and dusty.

Some of the books on the bookshelf were worn out and the pages were slightly yellowed.

Young Hiruko paid no heed to any of this. He searched through the messy pile of scriptures in the study, his eyes filled with eagerness and longing.

Soon, he found what he wanted, gripped it tightly with both hands, and his eyes gleamed with excitement.

"If it's this... if it's this... yes, it's this!"

Before the Otsutsuki clan came to this world, the power system of this world was Sage Arts, which is natural energy.

The chakra system only appeared after the arrival of the Otsutsuki clan.

"I have no interest in arguing about the merits of the two, and I have no talent for Sage Mode, but... how exactly does a ninja obtain such an immense amount of chakra when using the Impure Reincarnation technique?"

"This is clearly not the power inherent in the ninjas themselves, otherwise... it's the Pure Land! The Pure Land itself is a super source of chakra!"

"I don't know the specifics inside, but could I steal chakra from the Pure Land? As a world, the Pure Land must have more chakra than any tailed beast, right?"

“But the living cannot go to the Pure Land, and for the dead… then the meaning of going to the Pure Land is lost.”

Unless... half-dead and half-alive.

"Half of my soul is in the human world, and half of my soul is in the Pure Land."

By attracting each other's souls, he maintains his state in a semi-impure realm, thereby gaining near-limitless chakra!

The young Hiruko murmured softly and slowly raised his head.