From Hokage to Visionary

In this regard, Zong Yue could only comfort himself that there would be opportunities in the future and there was no need to be obsessed with the slightest thing in front of him.

"Oh, okay." Orochimaru shrugged casually, not caring about being rejected: "Now, can you tell me what kind of organization this is?"

"The Dusk Hermits."

Zong Yue's ethereal voice seemed to echo in the hall: "We have only one purpose, to interfere with history at a critical [time point], guide the trend of the times, and develop in the direction we expect, awakening the original creator who has fallen into a deathly sleep."

White Fang put down his dagger and quietly came to the side, as silent as a shadow.

"What a magical place! Is this where we will communicate in the future?"

Orochimaru looked at this strange church of bones, not knowing whether he was admiring its magnificent style or marveling at the piles of bones: "I am beginning to be interested in you. There is actually no information about someone like you in the ninja world. Haha, it's really interesting."

Those eyes, narrow and long like snake pupils, stared at the figure shrouded in mystery and mist under the white bone cross.

I'm curious and want to see it dissected.

“Since you mentioned communication.”

Zong Yue's thoughts moved slightly, and black mist surged like a tide in the entire church of bones.

Although I have never tried it before, since this is a place constructed by dreams and the mind, it should be possible, right?

In an instant, a long bronze table appeared in the hall of the Church of Bones, with several high-backed chairs placed on the left and right and in front and behind, all made of the same bronze material.

White Fang and Orochimaru were in the first row, sitting opposite each other, in a position above Sogetsu.

“I’m sorry, Klein. I’ll borrow some of your ideas.” He was a little confused and defended himself, “We are all time travelers. You should understand.”

“Real touch”

Reaching out to touch the bronze chair, Orochimaru's heart trembled slightly at the unique cool touch of the metal: "There is no doubt that this is not an illusion."

As a master of ninjutsu, he naturally also studied illusions, and such a realistic effect could never be achieved by illusions.

"Twilight Hermit Society, what secrets are you hiding?" Orochimaru thought to himself. The means currently displayed by the mysterious man have surpassed any ninjutsu. "Perhaps, this is my chance. Let's believe it for now, huh."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 7 Orochimaru, do you have the courage to resist fate?

Inside the majestic and magnificent hall of the Church of the Dead, three people sat at a long bronze table.

Zong Yue was sitting in the first seat. The bronze chair was extremely tall, as if it was not made for humans, but rather was specially made for giants.

With his body shrouded in mysterious mist, Sogetsu was like a high god, overlooking every seat at the long bronze table. Orochimaru and White Fang, who were stared at by his gaze, could feel the shock from the depths of their souls, as if they were facing the vast ocean with huge waves, and could be crushed by the raging waves at any time.

Almost subconsciously, or perhaps out of biological instinct, Orochimaru and White Fang lowered their heads.

Cannot be looked at directly

White Fang and Orochimaru lowered their heads in obedience, and the arrogance and pride in the latter's eyes were also hidden.

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Zong Yue breathed a sigh of relief.

With the help of the 'Shock' of Sequence 6, Orochimaru was finally able to restrain his thoughts.

Da da.

Zong Yue tapped the bronze table twice with his index finger and said in a calm tone: "Here, you can communicate freely."

The heavy aura dissipated, and Orochimaru secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but he no longer dared to look up at him. Instead, he looked across, cleared his dry throat, and said hoarsely: "If you don't mind, can you tell me about your story? I'm very interested in what happened to you, Hatake White Fang."

Hatake Baiya frowned slightly and looked at the person sitting aloft silently, as if asking for his opinion.

"No problem. Tell him, White Fang."

Zong Yue smiled faintly and raised his right hand: "The Dusk Hermit Society doesn't have many complicated rules. You can speak freely here."

After getting the permission, Hatake White Fang slowly spoke. His eyes were a little confused, and his expression was distressed and entangled: "I came here suddenly a month ago. Like you, I didn't believe him at first, but soon. He revealed my fate."

Destiny is revealed?!

The key word in this sentence is not fate, but "reveal". Orochimaru grasped the key point keenly, and there was a hint of shock in his eyes.

"He said: In a month, I will commit suicide." Hatake White Fang looked bitter and sighed bitterly: "Facts have proved that I have indeed embarked on this path, and the reason for suicide. As a disciple of the Third Hokage, you should know it very well, right?"

"Well, of course I know it very well." Orochimaru sneered sarcastically: "At this critical time when the next generation of Hokage is about to be elected, all unstable factors must be eliminated."

At this point, he paused for a moment, and then sneered in a cold tone, "And you, Hatake Sakumo, Konoha White Fang, who is not directly from the Hokage faction, but has a very high prestige in Konoha, even overshadowing the legendary three ninjas, suppressing all competitors, will naturally become the biggest 'unstable factor'."

"So, I must die."

Hatake White Fang lowered his head in pain. He never expected that the village he fought for would eventually become a blade that claimed his life.

"That's right, you must die, and your death cannot be directly linked to the Hokage." Orochimaru leaned back in his chair, crossed his hands, and licked his lips: "According to my investigation, the teammate you saved was actually a member of the Root, and the source of the public opinion was also done by that group of people."

The Root is the Anbu controlled by Danzo, and it only takes orders from one person, and even the Hokage cannot mobilize it.

As to whether this matter is related to the third generation, it depends on one's own opinion.

"Yes, I was cornered and had no choice but to commit suicide." Hatake White Fang said bitterly: "I originally planned to end the grudges of this generation with my death, but he told me that in a few decades, Kakashi would die in Konoha Village."

Can the fate of not only the person involved, but also the fate of others be 'revealed'? !

Orochimaru's pupils shrank slightly. With the previous experience of White Fang, although his reason told him that this might be fake, he still couldn't help the throbbing in his heart. He twisted his neck stiffly, not daring to look directly into the eyes of that person. His sight stayed on the index finger on the bronze table, and his tone subconsciously carried a trace of awe: "Excuse me, what is my destiny in the future?"

No one can resist the temptation of the future being revealed before their eyes.

At this moment, the impulse for the future even exceeded Orochimaru's previous temptation for eternal life.

"Future you."

Sogetsu paused for a few seconds deliberately, whetting Orochimaru's appetite. In the other's eager eyes, he said playfully: "Lost everything."

Boom!

Those plain words were like a bolt of thunder from a clear sky.

Orochimaru's mind went blank, as if the computer had crashed, and he was completely dazed.

What does it mean to lose everything?

"Please tell me, what have I lost?!" Facing that horrible future, even Orochimaru could not remain calm. Cold sweat covered his pale face, and his pair of light golden vertical pupils trembled, emitting a hint of fear.

"literal meaning."

Sogetsu examined Orochimaru's spiritual body, and the aura of the color symbolizing fear rose. He was very satisfied in his heart and continued: "You lost the position of the Fourth Hokage, lost your beloved teacher, lost your true friendship, lost the dream you were pursuing, until there is nothing left to lose, but the good news is that you are still alive."

"tsk"

White Fang, who was sitting opposite, couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth as he looked at Orochimaru with pity.

It would be better to die!

On the other hand, after revealing his future fate, Orochimaru looked exhausted, sitting slumped with lifeless eyes.

His first reaction was that this was impossible.

But then, reason told him that with the experience of White Fang, he could not face that kind of future even if there was only a one percent chance.

Uncle Snake, Uncle Snake, I didn't lie to you.

At most, I said a few less words.

Souzuki admired this rare scene, the scene where Orochimaru's mentality exploded, and laughed secretly in his heart.

After a moment, he seemed to have finally calmed down. Orochimaru regained his expressionless face, exhaled a long breath, glanced at White Fang opposite him, and said thoughtfully: "Since he appears here, it means that his fate has been changed by you, right?"

"In a sense, yes."

Munetsuki leaned forward slightly, put his right hand on his chin and said, "But, do you have the courage and will to resist fate, Orochimaru?"

He wouldn't make promises for nothing.

All the gifts from fate have already been secretly marked with a price.

Orochimaru understood what was meant. He slowly stood up from his seat and, like a submissive lamb, lowered his proud head in front of the shepherd: "I am willing to offer my loyalty and life, to exercise the Lord's will, to be driven by the Lord, and only to break free from the shackles of fate!"

"very good."

Uchiha Sogetsu's lips curled up slightly, with a smile in his eyes.

Finally, fifteen years later, he had gathered all the conditions and could officially take the first step.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 8 Konoha Hospital

Orochimaru, who woke up from his dream, instantly straightened his body.

The cold and sharp eyes, like a sharp knife, revealed extreme vigilance and grimness as he looked around.

The laboratory was empty, the air was filled with familiar disinfectant, and the sky outside the window was still dark.

"Are you back?"

Orochimaru leaned back in his chair and turned to look at the clock on the wall.

It took only about ten minutes from falling asleep to waking up.

But it felt like at least half an hour had passed in the dream. Apparently, the flow of time in that mysterious "Church of Corpses" was different from that in the real world.

Orochimaru pinched his eyebrows hard, and a trace of fear and hatred flashed across his cold face.

"Orochimaru, be careful of the Third Hokage and Danzo."

This was the first destiny revealed to him by 'Adam' before he left.

Orochimaru could understand that he should be careful of Danzo.

As the cooperation deepened, it had already touched upon many special projects that were strictly prohibited by Konoha.

Although they restrain each other, there is no guarantee that something will not go wrong in the future.

Although Orochimaru was unwilling to believe this result, the lesson of White Fang was right in front of him, and he had to be on guard no matter what.

While thinking, Orochimaru unfolded the scroll again, deleted the last paragraph at the end, and changed it to: "There is hope for research on Wood Release. We need to provide dozens of experimental human bodies. We hope to select them from the death row prisoners in Konoha Prison. Disciple - Orochimaru, respectfully present."

"Haha, fate, let me wait and see."

After sealing the scroll, Orochimaru crossed his hands, his purple eyes half-closed, brewing inexplicable emotions.

The black fog dissipated like the receding tide.

Uchiha Sogetsu slowly opened his eyes, feeling a splitting headache that made him unable to help but frown slightly.

In the corner of the room, the brass candlestick that was originally burning had now gone out.

Wisps of white smoke rise up, emitting a special fragrance in the room.

“Maintaining a Sequence 3 dream is too much of a burden on my spirit.” Zong Yue gently rubbed his temples with his fingers. Although it could not completely cure the disease, it could at least alleviate some of the symptoms. He exhaled heavily, “Ten spiritual bodies can only make the dream last for ten minutes.”

Hermes' brass candlestick is the core of his 'dream'.

This extraordinary item is made with the extraordinary characteristics of a Sequence 3 Dream Weaver. It possesses some of the abilities of a Dream Weaver and can weave the dream that the holder wants and forcibly pull people within a kilometer range into the dream. The duration and power of the constructed dream are linked to the mass of spiritual body required to burn the candlestick.

Of course, as any extraordinary item has two sides, its negative effects are also great.

First, while maintaining the dream, the spiritual energy of the holder will be rapidly consumed. Once the spiritual energy is worn out too much, the holder will show symptoms such as loss of control and madness.

Secondly, after using the 'Hermes's Brass Candlestick', there will be 'bad luck' that will last for about 24 hours.

The bad luck referred to here is not the "luck" in the popular sense, but the situation that during this period of time, within a radius of one thousand meters with Hermes' brass candlestick as the center, the minds of all people will be affected and they will develop "inexplicable hostility" towards him.

Zong Yue guessed that it was probably the characteristics of the Visionary Sequence that caused Hermes' brass candlestick to overwrite and guide the subconscious minds of those people on a large scale.

In other words, this candlestick 'wants to kill' its holder.

"Same as 0-08."

Zong Yue complained in his heart, hid Hermes' brass candlestick, and went to sleep obediently.

Silent all night.

As the sun rises, Zong Yue wakes up naturally. This is a habit he developed on the battlefield.

As a ninja, you need to be alert to the environment around you at all times, whether you are on the battlefield or not. Otherwise, any carelessness will lead to irreversible consequences.

After getting dressed, Sogetsu walked out of the Uchiha residence.

Along the way, people around me always gave me strange looks, which were vaguely mixed with a hint of hostility.

"I hope today will go smoothly." Knowing what the situation was, Souyue could only pray in his heart that nothing would happen today, and walked quickly towards Konoha Hospital.