From Hokage to Visionary

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Chapter 5 The Enlightened One Is Ever Happy

As it was getting late at night, most people in the huge Konoha Village were fast asleep.

Of course, there are a very small number of people who do not intend to waste their precious time on the same things as ordinary people.

For Orochimaru, time is the most precious "treasure" in the world.

Although it was already late at night and even the diligent Third Hokage had returned home to rest, Orochimaru still stayed in the experiment.

As a disciple of the Third Hokage and a member of the 'Legendary Three Ninjas', Orochimaru's status and power make him absolutely qualified to own an independent scientific research office with complete internal facilities, sufficient staff, and the more precious 'electricity'.

In the laboratory as bright as day, Orochimaru, wearing a white kimono, was quietly watching his "experimental results".

"Master Orochimaru." The member of the experiment who was in charge of recording the research results was very nervous. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and swallowed his saliva: "The experiment failed. The test subject simply could not withstand the energy."

In the isolated room, through the glass one could see a person struggling and screaming in pain, and then his body gradually turned into wood.

Almost in the blink of an eye, a living person was completely swallowed up by wood and turned into a lifelike wooden sculpture. Green branches and leaves grew all over the body, which looked very strange.

Orochimaru's narrow eyes moved slightly, and his cold and sharp gaze fell on the recorder.

"Master Orochimaru." The recorder shuddered all over, feeling as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake. The fear from deep within his heart erupted, causing him to subconsciously take a few steps back.

After a moment of silence, Orochimaru did not embarrass him. His hoarse voice was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, vibrating in the air: "Go back and report the results to the Sandaime."

"Yes, Lord Orochimaru."

The recorder felt relieved, breathed a sigh of relief, and then fled.

It's so horrible, so scary!

Just being stared at by those light golden vertical pupils made him feel as if he was about to be swallowed by a python.

Looking at the recorder who seemed to be running for his life, Orochimaru felt no wavering in his heart.

It would be better to say that he doesn't care about other people's views, and he doesn't bother to care about how those people see him. The only thing that matters to him is the true meaning of life.

"Failed again." Orochimaru collected his thoughts, a hint of coldness flashed in his narrow eyes, and he sneered: "The power of the first Hokage is indeed not so easy to control. It seems that I will disappoint the teacher again. Hmm. The number of experimental subjects is not enough."

As he spoke, he came to the desk and sat down, pulled out a scroll, and recorded the experiments during this period one by one.

At the end of the scroll, after thinking for a moment, Orochimaru wrote: "The research on Wood Release is progressing slowly. At least one hundred test subjects are needed."

After doing all this, even Orochimaru, who was close to the level of Kage, couldn't help feeling a little tired.

After days of sleepless thinking, he suddenly took a break and it turned into a deep sleepiness that dragged him slowly into a dream.

"Well, let's take a break for a while."

Orochimaru thought about it, slowly relaxed, and his narrow eyes slowly closed.

Just as he was thinking this, a black, sticky mist swept in, mixed with some low murmurs, as if millions of people were whispering, and swallowed him up in an instant.

"I was attacked?!"

This was Orochimaru's last thought.

Immediately afterwards, he felt his consciousness being carried away by some force and falling towards infinite darkness.

The moment he regained consciousness, Orochimaru quickly assumed a fighting stance and looked around quickly.

The majestic and magnificent Church of the Dead, with a dome made up of the bones of countless different creatures, and those pairs of empty eyes seem to be examining the tiny people in the hall below.

Weird and Sacred

Two completely different temperaments are perfectly integrated in this church.

"It seems that another person has been chosen by the Lord."

The shadowy figure standing under the huge bone cross said calmly: "Don't be nervous. At least here, no one can threaten your life."

"When did that person appear?" Orochimaru looked in the direction of the voice, his eyes suddenly narrowed: "I didn't even notice his existence!"

Although he is not a sensory ninja, since he can become a Kage-level ninja, he naturally has no obvious shortcomings.

And this mysterious man in front of him actually managed to escape his perception!

"Who are you? Are you planning to start a war by invading Konoha without permission?" Orochimaru's mind was racing, but his expression remained calm. He licked his dry lips and said in a threatening tone, "It's just a mere illusion. Do you think you can trap me?"

The church of corpses, the mysterious figure, the darkness after falling asleep.

Combining these factors, there is only one answer - that is, he has fallen into some kind of 'illusion'!

Orochimaru formed seals with his hands, and his chakra burst out: "Remove the illusion!"

boom!

A gust of air rose in the church hall.

When the air wave dissipated, Orochimaru found that he was still in the church. There was no change around him. His face sank. "What a powerful illusion. Who are you?"

"I am the Lord's agent, the king of angels under his command. You can call me: Adam."

Uchiha Munetsuki walked down the stairs, his voice calm but full of majesty, echoing in the hall like a hymn: "This is neither an illusion nor a dream, but the kingdom of God of our Lord, and you, Orochimaru, are the messenger chosen by our Lord. Our meeting is fate, and everything is to awaken the sleeping 'First Creator'."

who I am? where am I? What am I going to do?

Orochimaru's head was full of question marks. He was sure that he could understand what the other party was saying, but when they were put together, he couldn't make any sense at all.

"Do you believe in fate?"

Uchiha Sogetsu said indifferently.

Orochimaru frowned, and suddenly had a bad feeling: "What do you mean?"

"My meaning is very simple." Uchiha Sogetsu said softly: "Suppose you knew everything you would experience in the future, would you feel happy at the moment?"

"How ridiculous!" Orochimaru sneered, crossed his arms, and sneered: "You mean, you can see my future?"

"If you know your future outcome and all the sufferings you will experience on the way to that outcome, can you call it enlightenment?" Uchiha Sogetsu asked himself and answered it himself. He slowly walked towards Orochimaru, walked around him, and drew a circle: "That is what is called the eternal happiness of the enlightened. What do you think, Orochimaru?"

"Interesting question."

This strange question actually aroused Orochimaru's interest. He licked his lips and chuckled evilly, "How can it be called happiness if you know your fate but cannot change it?"

“Everyone is a slave to fate. You can fight against fate, but you will never succeed.”

Uchiha Sogetsu said calmly: "If that's the case, why not accept it calmly? As long as you have awareness, even if you already know your future fate, you will surely be able to face it calmly. Isn't this a kind of happiness?"

"It seems that we can't reach a consensus on the interpretation of fate."

Orochimaru snorted coldly, his lavender eyes half-closed: "If there is nothing else, you'd better let me leave quickly, otherwise."

He secretly made a seal, and several poisonous snakes spewing their tongues came out from the wide sleeves of his kimono.

"Stop it, Orochimaru."

In an instant, a figure appeared behind Orochimaru like a ghost.

Clang!

A chilling white light flashed by.

Orochimaru felt the skin on his neck slightly cool, and looking slightly downward, he saw a short knife at his neck.

The sharp blade of the dagger left him no doubt that if he made the slightest movement, his head would say goodbye to his body.

"This knife" Staring at the short knife on his neck, Orochimaru's pupils suddenly shrank, as if he saw something horrible, and turned to look at the person who held him hostage.

With long silver hair in a ponytail and a middle-aged face, he looks like an ordinary uncle.

This familiar face made Orochimaru's breathing stagnate instantly, and he froze on the spot as if struck by lightning: "You are White Fang? Hatake Sakumo! You are not dead?!"

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Chapter 6 The Twilight Hermits

For a moment, Orochimaru was stunned.

The person who held the dagger to his neck was actually the already "committed suicide" Hatake White Fang!

"This is impossible!"

Orochimaru, who was called 'Cold Lord', could no longer keep calm and showed a look of horror.

He witnessed with his own eyes that White Fang committed suicide by cutting his stomach with a dagger in the room, and identified his body.

However, such a person who had already "committed suicide" now appeared here and even threatened him with a dagger!

It's simply too absurd.

At this moment, Orochimaru wished he was dreaming.

"Everything is possible."

At this time, Uchiha Sogetsu spoke, and his voice seemed to carry some kind of magic that soothed Orochimaru's uneasy heart.

"No, you can't be White Fang!" Orochimaru gritted his teeth, his pupils trembling slightly: "I saw White Fang commit suicide with my own eyes, and confirmed his body, and I can be sure that it was not an illusion!"

"There are many definitions of death. Is the 'death' you believe in really 'death'?"

Uchiha Sogetsu gently raised his hand, signaling White Fang to let him go: "White Fang is indeed dead, but it was his physical body that died. What is in front of you is his spiritual body."

"Could it be a soul?!" Orochimaru's eyes gleamed with a gleam of light, and his voice was filled with excitement.

Although he had been conducting research on the soul level in secret, he had not made any progress even after using hundreds of experimental subjects.

And now, a living example is right before his eyes.

How could he not be moved?

"Soul? Haha, this understanding is not entirely correct, but it is not wrong either."

Uchiha Munetsuki shook his head and did not explain too much: "Now, I can answer your first question. I don't intend to interfere with your fate, nor do I intend to do anything to you. The reason you are here is because of the choice of the 'master', and you also have two choices."

Hearing this, Orochimaru immediately became alert: "Which two choices?"

"The first option is to treat all this as a dream. You can tell others after you wake up, or just forget it in your heart. It's all up to you." Zong Yue paced slowly and returned to the white bone cross.

"What about the second option?" Orochimaru asked.

There was a voice deep in his heart telling him that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and if he missed it, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

"The second option is to become the Lord's agent."

Zong Yue said calmly: "In this way, you will gain the revelation of fate, get that slight chance to fight, and no longer be a slave to fate."

"Didn't you just say that those who are enlightened are always happy?" Orochimaru narrowed his eyes and raised a hint of amusement at the corners of his lips: "If I join you and become the Lord's agent, I can fight against my own destiny?"

"nature."

Uchiha Munetsuki stood under the cross of bones with a pious look: "When everything ends, the original creator will wake up from death. The kingdom imagined by the Lord will surely come to the material world. The future declared by the Lord will surely come into being and become a reality."

"Interesting. I agree."

Orochimaru rolled his eyes and smiled: "However, in exchange, I need you to teach me about the soul."

He didn't care at all whether the so-called 'master' in the other party's mouth was real or not.

What really deserves his attention is the other party's research and knowledge at the soul level, which is the most valuable thing.

"How about it? My terms." Orochimaru stuck out his tongue, licked his lips like a cold venomous snake, and showed a dangerous smile: "Of course, in addition to joining you, I will also pay a part of the price, such as Konoha's bloodline limit, the Book of Seals, and the cells of the first generation. You should be interested, right?"

Hiss. As expected, it’s Orochimaru!

Hearing this, Uchiha Sogetsu's heart skipped a beat, but his fluctuating emotions were quickly covered up by his 'Calming' skill.

I have to say that the conditions offered by Orochimaru are indeed quite tempting.

Not to mention Konoha's bloodline limit, even the sealed book that records many forbidden techniques, or the cells derived from the body of the first generation sage, are enough to make people salivate.

But it's a pity. Although these things are precious, they are not what he needs at the moment.

"Lord, I don't care, and I don't need it."

Uchiha Sogetsu declined Orochimaru's proposal, seemingly not caring about the tempting conditions at all, and said calmly: "Orochimaru, perhaps in your eyes, those things are regarded as treasures, but in fact, they are worthless and have no meaning, so put away your little thoughts."

I feel so heartbroken that I can't breathe.

But in order to maintain his status, he had to refuse.