From Hokage to Visionary

Chi Chi Chi!

The water and the flame collided with each other, and for a moment the air was filled with steam and smoke.

Mr. A, whose entire body was burned to charcoal by the flames, slowly walked out from the thick smoke. His charred and carbonized skin peeled off bit by bit, revealing the new skin underneath. He grinned at the two of them and said, "Not bad, you look very energetic. Are you really not going to join the Aurora Society?"

Orochimaru glared and gnashed his teeth, but his chakra ran out as soon as he burst out.

White Fang, who was standing by, seemed to have been 'touched' directly, with large areas of flesh and blood rotting on his chest. He couldn't muster any strength at all and could only express his anger with his eyes.

Seeing the two's reactions, Mr. A sighed in disappointment and shook his head, "If you don't want to, forget it. I don't like forcing others."

But then, he paused for half a second, and stared at the two of them with those strange blood-red eyes. He licked his lips and said cruelly, "Then please die here, both of you!"

Tear it apart!

He tore off a large piece of flesh from his chest and threw it at Orochimaru and White Fang with a weird smile.

Just now, White Fang was hit by this move, causing him to lose his combat effectiveness.

Orochimaru bit his finger and pressed it hard on the ground: "Summoning Technique: Snake!"

With his almost depleted chakra now, it is impossible for him to summon Rashomon. He can only summon the lowest level contracted beast from the Ryuchi Cave.

boom!

A large cloud of white smoke rose up, and a huge gray snake with a diameter of more than ten meters appeared.

"Protect us!"

Orochimaru ordered hurriedly.

The grey snake coiled around, turning into a solid wall of flesh and blood, protecting the two of them in the middle.

The large piece of flesh torn off by Mr. A exploded violently the moment it touched the giant gray snake. It was like a blood-red storm, raging and sweeping across everything around it. Its horrible corrosive power was like strong sulfuric acid, corroding the snake into sticky flesh in just a few seconds.

But in the center of the giant snake that had been corroded into bones, Mr. A did not find any trace of Orochimaru and White Fang.

"Tsk, did he escape?"

Mr. A came to the middle of the bones and found the soft soil on the ground. He frowned, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his expression.

"You are lucky. You may not be so lucky next time we meet." With a sneer, he was too lazy to chase the two again. After all, the experience of being severely punished by the saint for his poor performance last time was still vivid in his mind. He dared not create trouble again.

Orochimaru squeezed out the last bit of chakra before he used earth escape to escape back to the secret base with White Fang, whose flesh and blood had been corroded.

Then, under the heavy double blow of not being seriously injured yet and having lost the blasphemous slate, Orochimaru became more and more angry, and finally his blood pressure hit his forehead, his eyes went black, and he fainted.

When he woke up again, he didn't know how much time had passed.

White Teeth next to him was already barely breathing.

Mr. A from the Aurora Society used some strange ability to separate the flesh and blood from his body, which not only caused a violent explosion, but also after the explosion, the splattered blood and flesh, which stained White Fang's body, and continued to corrode it. It was simply terrifying.

Seeing this, Orochimaru didn't dare to hesitate any longer. He immediately placed incense and candles in the room, and simply carved the mysterious symbol in his mind on the ground.

After doing all this, he calmed down and whispered:

"The dragon that roams the ocean of the mind,

The shadow of the times,

The ancient rulers of the distant past,

I pray to you,

Get your help. "

Along with the low chanting, the candle flame emitted a green light.

The next moment, Orochimaru seemed to have passed through heavy fog, flying among countless shining stars, and finally appeared in the majestic church built of countless bones.

Behind the ancient and mottled bronze table, beneath the huge bone cross, a figure shrouded in a hazy glow, seemed to have been sitting there since time immemorial.

"Mr. Adam."

Orochimaru felt a little frightened and said in a trembling voice: "I have failed your expectations."

Adam, who was sitting on the bench, tapped the table twice with his index finger. His calm and indifferent voice echoed in the empty church of bones: "Tell me about it in detail."

"White Fang and I found one of the blasphemous tablets, but on the way back, we were discovered by the Aurora Society!" Orochimaru bit his lips tightly, and the anger in his eyes seemed to turn into substance: "Please forgive us for our incompetence. Mr. A stole the blasphemous tablet!"

"I see."

However, 'Adam' on the platform did not seem surprised, and did not even show any emotion.

The more he reacted like this, the more Orochimaru panicked and felt extremely uneasy: "Mr. Adam, don't you blame us?"

“Why should I blame you?”

Adam's eyes were indifferent, and he said nonchalantly: "There are more than one fragment of the blasphemous slate. We can look for it later."

In fact, Uchiha Sogetsu really didn't care and had no intention of punishing Orochimaru.

After all, it was he who asked Mr. A to do this.

No other reason.

Of course, it’s not about holding a grudge or seeking revenge.

It was not because Orochimaru took it upon himself to drag Uchiha Mikoto into the relationship, intending to trick her into joining the Twilight Hermitage.

Well. Absolutely not!

As everyone knows, he, Uchiha Sogetsu, never bears grudges.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 227 Mr. A: I don’t want to be a human being anymore, Your Excellency the Saint!

'Adam' is busy.

Here he was dealing with Orochimaru, when suddenly his spirit vibrated slightly. It turned out that Mr. A over there was also praying to the 'True Creator'.

Well... two groups of people have gathered together.

Uchiha Sogetsu had no choice but to separate one of his thoughts, simulate the personality of the Dark Saint, and build a dilapidated ruined temple next to the Corpse Church.

A fallen temple, a church of bones.

Who would have thought that the Aurora Society and the Dusk Hermitage, who were incompatible with each other and had just had a fight, had their "headquarters" separated by only a wall?

The dark saint with simulated personality was dressed in a black robe. The deep darkness covered his figure like a curtain, and the "eyes" that opened from time to time seemed to be a gaze from the abyss.

The sight from behind the shadow curtain made Mr. A feel an invisible pressure. He did not dare to look up and bowed his head respectfully: "Saint, the Blasphemous Slate has been obtained. As for those two people... Please forgive me for my incompetence. They ran away."

As he said this, he knelt down and apologized, and at the same time presented the stolen clay tablet with both hands.

"Keep your head up. You did a good job this time."

The voice of the Dark Saint seemed to be mixed with countless whispers from the abyss, filled with depravity and madness, and contained a trace of filthy divinity.

Mr. A, who was praised, seemed to moan in comfort all over his body. He squinted his eyes, immersed in the filthy and depraved sound: "Ah... This is the voice of my Lord!"

Every cell and flesh in his body seemed to be growing wildly, as if they were breaking through his conscious control and evolving into some unknown shape.

Is this... out of control?

The Dark Saint looked at Mr. A in surprise. He only borrowed the voice of the "True Creator", so why did this guy look like... he was about to die in comfort?

No, can a normal person really listen to it?

If it were a normal person, even if he just heard His voice, his flesh and soul would be polluted, and he would develop self-awareness and eventually degenerate into an indescribable monster.

But for Mr. A, this is the greatest "tonic"!

After all, an already insane and depraved Extraordinary Being had his spirit and soul deeply polluted from the moment he was created, and he could completely degenerate at any time.

Because of this, Mr. A digested the potion at an even faster speed than normal. Perhaps this was a natural... holy body from the Hanged Man path?

While the Dark Saint was thinking, Mr. A, who had been somewhat out of control, suddenly returned to normal. He licked his lips, with a look of nostalgia in his eyes, and looked as if he was still unsatisfied.

The Dark Saint took the clay tablet with a wave of his hand, and then asked calmly: "What reward do you want?"

Mr. A was overjoyed at the praise. With a hint of desire on his face, he looked towards the shadow curtain and said, "Saint, I can feel that I am closer to my Lord. The voices I heard in the past have become much clearer. Can you please grant me the potion of advancement?"

...What on earth is this? !

The Dark Saint's eyelids twitched violently.

If he remembered correctly, it had only been two months since he was promoted to Sequence 6. In total, it had been less than half a year. This guy was going to be promoted to Sequence 5?

“Have you digested the Sequence 6 Rose Master’s potion?” asked the Dark Saint.

"No."

Mr. A took it for granted.

"..."

The Dark Saint was speechless. He really wanted to slap this guy to death. He suppressed his anger and said coldly, "Mid-sequence potions are different from low-sequence potions. Taking a promotion potion before the potion is fully digested will only make you completely out of control!"

"Sir Saint, I am not afraid of losing control!"

Mr. A's eyes were filled with madness, and he said bluntly: "Just now, I felt that the closer I was to the edge of losing control, the closer I was to the great "True Creator"! "

"..."

The Dark Saint can’t do anything about it.

"Saint, have you ever thought about..."

However, Mr. A seemed to be caught up in a self-mania, totally unaware that his mind and soul were deeply polluted. He opened his arms and shouted, "Perhaps, losing control is the way to be the Hanged Man, the real way to act!"

"Only by actively embracing madness and loss of control can we get closer to the great 'true creator'!"

"My Lord Saint... I don't want to be a human anymore!"

The more out of control it is, the closer it is to sequence 0.

The closer you are to sequence 0, the easier it is to get out of control.

Out of control... equals sequence 0?

Grass!

Genius, discharged from hospital!

These shocking remarks almost made the Dark Saint dumbfounded.

what is this?

Do mentally ill people have broad thinking?

Or is the genius on the left and the madman on the right?

Damn, it's such a waste of talent for this guy to be in Naruto. If he was born next door, he would be the Holy Son of Zuowang Dao at least!

"Ahem...your idea is worthy of recognition."

The Dark Saint coughed twice, his eyes twitching, trying to calm the tens of thousands of running horses in his heart, and then pretended to be calm and said: "But you must know that the ultimate goal of the Aurora Society is to perform the spirit descent ceremony to awaken our Lord from the slumber of death. This cannot be achieved without the efforts of every member of the church, including you. You must give everything for our Lord and not waste our Lord's gift. Do you understand?"

However, the real reason is... Mr. A is too capable!

As the current leader of the Aurora Society, he is also a missionary, a top thug, a financial officer, a preacher, etc. If this guy gets out of control, where can he find another versatile talent like Mr. A?

So, don't lose control.

"I'm sorry, Saint!"

After being reprimanded, Mr. A finally came to his senses and gave up the idea of ​​"not being a human being". With a look of regret on his face, he beat his chest and stamped his feet, tears streaming down his face: "I just gave birth to greed and tried to get closer to the great "True Creator", and forgot my mission. Saint... I was wrong!"

Looking at Mr. A who was crying bitterly, the Dark Saint really had no idea what had happened to this guy. He felt a little tired… He hoped that by the time the real owner knew about it, his expression wouldn’t be too complicated.

There aren't many people who can PUA themselves...

It can be seen that the Aurora Society cannot do without Mr. A, just like Germany cannot do without bread!

“It’s good to realize your mistakes.”

The play had to go on. The Dark Saint said, "Next, I need you to continue to develop the church while keeping an eye on the blasphemous slate and that organization. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Saint."

Mr. A thought for a moment, grinned and asked, "Saint, I suddenly have an idea, is it possible?"

"what?"