Naruto: I'm really not an evil scientist!

At this moment, Hiruko's eyes were blood red, like a mad demon, exuding a chilling aura.

Even Deepa couldn't help but gasp when he saw it, a chill running through him.

"You actually want to steal the power of the Pure Land... You madman... This is impossible! Even the Sage of Six Paths would never allow it if he knew!"

"Yeah, just thinking about it makes me realize I could never do it... But I'm so weak, what should I do... I want power... I want to change this damn world... I'm so sad..."

Hiruko's voice once again transformed into the hideous sound of a night owl, filled with despair and madness.

"I didn't want to come into this world! I didn't want to see them die in front of me! I didn't want to be a useless person!"

"A useless person whose internal organs have all been drained, who barely managed to get them back, but can't even run!"

"They look down on me! They want me to die quickly so I don't take up their medical resources!"

Such furious howling, like a stray dog, was utterly pathetic.

But Beiruk did not reject it; on the contrary, he showed more approval.

Because he had also felt so helpless and in pain, he knew all too well the taste of despair.

"So...you severed your own soul?"

"Ah, I've cut it."

"...Did it succeed?" This question is redundant, after all, Hiruko is standing right here, and has become the Fifth Hokage's assistant.

But Deepa still couldn't help asking.

"It failed... How could something like that possibly succeed? Just thinking about it makes it obvious."

"then you……"

"Half of my soul is gone, but thankfully my pain remains, so I kneaded it and turned it into my inner demons, using them as plugs to seal the gap in my soul."

This is utter nonsense; it completely contradicts all the common sense about ninjutsu that Deepa has learned.

But Deepa still believed it for some inexplicable reason, perhaps because he was so eager to find an explanation, an explanation that would allow him to accept everything.

"That must hurt a lot, right?"

"Isn't that obvious... Why don't you give it a try?"

Driven by some inexplicable emotion, even Hiruko himself couldn't explain it, he deliberately reached into the demon's body and dug out a rotten, stinking thing. The thing emitted a nauseating odor that made one want to frown.

Then he took a small lick.

Chapter 385 A rotten person can't go to the Pure Land.

—Hiss! The pain surged like a tidal wave, as if he had swallowed a hundred thousand stinging peppers in an instant. Every nerve was being pierced by thousands of needles. Dipa's entire soul was numb. The pain was like a rapid electric current, instantly running from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, spreading to every corner of his body.

Countless memories, like a flood bursting its banks, rushed wildly and recklessly into his soul, just like a surging tide, wave after wave, with overwhelming force, instantly engulfing him.

"Holy crap, are you kidding me? His family is so rich, he's dressed in designer brands, he doesn't look like a poor student at all. Why did they give him the scholarship? Shouldn't it be for me?"

One employee, his face contorted with resentment, eyes bulging like saucers, spitting as he spoke. "Hey, work harder and talk less! They've already treated everyone to a meal; can't a bite to eat shut you up?"

His colleague quickly tugged at his sleeve and whispered words of advice.

“Boss, I really have to go back... I have something very important to do today…” Another employee said anxiously, with large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

"No matter how important it is, can it be more important than company matters? Come on, stop dawdling and get to work. The client needs it tomorrow morning." The leader frowned and waved his hand impatiently.

"But I really... my girlfriend... really... I've been working overtime for more than three months straight..." The employee's voice was pleading, and his eyes were full of helplessness.

"Just do what I tell you to do. Why all the nonsense? If you don't do it, there are plenty of others who will."

The leader's face was grim, and his tone was harsh. "You lost your girlfriend, so what? Just find another one. It's no big deal."

The leader spoke casually, as if it were just a trivial matter.

"Young people, you have to endure more hardship." The leader patted the employee on the shoulder, but there was no pity in his eyes.

"Oh, so you're the one Aunt Li introduced... How much do you earn a month? What, only this little? No house or car... What a waste of my time... I'm leaving now, remember to settle the bill for me and my friends."

The blind date looked disgusted, his eyes filled with disdain, and then he got up and left.

This memory is like rotten mud, reeking of decay, filthy and nauseating.

Dipa felt a churning in his stomach from just a slight touch, and he vomited. The acid mixed with bile stung his throat, causing a burning pain.

"What the hell is all of this?!"

"The real world, what else could it be?"

The half-human, half-ghost figure sat to one side, his body swaying slightly, his voice low and hoarse.

The half-human, half-ghost Hiruko slowly sat down, his body swaying slightly uncontrollably, as if a gentle breeze could knock him over.

Another Hiruko sat down beside him, his posture casual yet showing some weariness.

At this moment, Beiliuhu was no longer as cold and stern as before. His tense nerves completely relaxed, and he was like a deflated balloon.

He pulled out a cigarette from somewhere and awkwardly handed it to Hiruko, a faint smile on his face that seemed to conceal many untold stories...

Where did he get the cigarette from? This is the world of consciousness... But Hiruko still took the cigarette, held it to his nose and smelled it gently. The familiar yet unfamiliar tobacco scent entered his nasal cavity, as if awakening some dormant memories.

"So, how exactly did you become like this? Did you have some kind of extraordinary encounter?"

"What kind of extraordinary encounter could there be?"

The other person chuckled self-deprecatingly, a hint of melancholy flashing in their eyes.

"Half of his soul was cut off, his body and soul were both destroyed, he suffered a mental breakdown, and he just lay in bed waiting to die."

He spoke slowly, his voice filled with endless vicissitudes.

"Luckily, my brother is a true friend. Even in this state, he refused to give up on me and managed to save me after much persuasion."

A hint of gratitude flashed in his eyes.

"I was completely paralyzed at the time, and even lost control of my bladder and bowels... I managed to survive." He shook his head with a wry smile.

"Who is it...?"

"Who else could it be but Minato?"

"The Fourth Hokage..." Deepa lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, a hint of melancholy flashing in his eyes.

He doesn't have such friends.

Hiruko lit a cigarette but didn't smoke it. He just stared quietly ahead, his thoughts drifting back to the past, to the time he spent with the Sannin. There was laughter, arguments, the passion of fighting side by side, and the helplessness of parting ways, but now all of that had become distant memories.

"So, you're all better now? You've stopped hating me? You're just letting go of all those things... that you couldn't give up?"

"That's it?" Hiruko said so flippantly, a slight smirk playing on his lips, as if mocking his past self.

However, when Deepa looked at him again, he found that in the half of his eye that was left, there was an endless rage, a rage like a raging fire that seemed to want to devour the whole world.

The three realms are without peace, like a burning house, filled with all kinds of suffering.

However, what flashed in Hiruko's eyes at this moment was the purest rage, a rage without any impurities, blazing and fierce.

It was a flame that would burn the entire world to ashes, as if it wanted to burn away all injustice and suffering, and restore the world to its pure state.

The inner demon, upon seeing this ball of rage, tried to avoid it at all costs, suffering unbearable pain, its body trembling slightly as if it were in an ice cellar.

When the human body of Beiliuhu encountered this fire, it became even more frenzied, as if drinking cold drinks in the sweltering heat, his whole body was full of power, and every cell was cheering and jumping for joy.

Moreover, he saw another figure in those cold, fiery eyes.

A figure burdened by inner demons, struggling arduously through the Pure Land.

That figure struggled immensely, each step feeling like a mountain pressing down, his legs as heavy as lead, requiring tremendous effort for every step.

But he was like a madman, reckless and focused only on moving forward, his eyes filled with determination and persistence, as if the answer he had been searching for was right in front of him.

Countless people stood in the Pure Land, watching him silently, their eyes filled with doubt and incomprehension, not understanding why he was so persistent, until he walked up to two people with strange eyes.

"Turn back, you won't find what you're looking for here."

One of them spoke slowly, his voice deep and ethereal, as if it came from the distant horizon.

“This is the sanctuary for the dead,” another person added, a hint of pity in their eyes.

"How will we know if we don't look?" Hiruko's half-soul replied firmly, his voice filled with unyielding spirit, as if declaring his determination to the whole world.

The two fell silent, and the atmosphere became somewhat oppressive, like the calm before a storm.

"You who went against the tide, do you believe in fate?" another person broke the silence and asked, a hint of inquiry in their eyes.

“I believe you,” said half of Hiruko’s soul without hesitation.

"If this endless suffering is fate, what can you do?"

“Defying fate.” A resolute light flashed in the eyes of Hiruko’s half-soul, as if he wanted to shatter this destiny completely.

Hiruko's half-soul could never reach the Pure Land.

But the Pure Land can reach the place where Bhiruhu is.

Those who are enlightened are always happy.

“These two…could they be…” Although he had never actually seen them before, their distinctive appearances made Hiruko realize something, “The complete destruction of everything…is that something they also allowed…? What exactly do they want to do…”

Hiruko murmured to himself, his brows furrowed slightly, his heart filled with doubt, like a traveler in a fog, unable to find his way forward.

He seemed to have figured something out, yet he also seemed to be caught in even greater confusion. His eyes became somewhat lost, as if he were adrift in a vast ocean, having lost his way.

However, Hiruko did not allow him to continue thinking about it.

Because there is no time left. The real world will not stop turning because of his thoughts; every second is quietly slipping away.

"Dude, I was so busy having fun that I didn't have time... Give me a hand, I need your Ghost Sprout Technique."

"I can't wait," Dipa said eagerly, his eyes filled with anticipation.

What are you going to do?

"Print it all over the newspapers, so everyone knows how to do this—of course, we'll have to wait two years, until Orochimaru's clone bloodline is completely complete." Hiruko's eyes gleamed with excitement, as if he could already see the future.

"...Orochimaru is actually doing this kind of research?"

"Yeah, it would have been so much better if you two had worked together. But you didn't treat Orochimaru as a friend and ran away on your own," Hiruko said with a hint of regret and reproach in her voice.

"Heheheheheheheheheheheheha ...