One month passed.
The sea around the uninhabited island was calm, its waves brushing gently against stone cliffs. Birds circled overhead.
And at the island's center — where once there had been only untouched wilderness — now stood craters, shattered boulders, deep scars in the earth, and trees torn from their roots. The landscape looked as if a Meteor had crashed into the island.
At the edge of a ruined clearing, Nagato gazed toward the endless horizon.
He breathed in deeply. His restored body no longer fought him with every step, he had fully adjusted to his restored body.
He flexed his hand, feeling the power coursing through him.
"I"ve fully mastered these new abilities of mine.. Shingai Tensei, Limbo, and Susanoo."
"Even now I don't understand why I have the ability of a sharingan, but it is quite the useful ability."
His month of isolation had taught him more than he expected.This world lacked chakra, but it held an energy he could bend if he applied the right understanding — raw, undisciplined, but potent. His Rinnegan responded strangely to it, as if adapting on its own.
He had mastered enough to walk this world fully as himself.
And now?
"It is time."
He summoned a bird once more.
Nagato stepped onto its back, Akatsuki cloak fluttering behind him.
For the first time since his arrival, he allowed himself a faint smile — not warm, but resolute.
"A world without order… without balance… without pain. I will remake it."
With a single command, the bird's wings spread wide.
"Fly."
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Thirteen hours later, the chakra bird pierced through a curtain of clouds—then emerged into a world of white seas.
Nagato's eyes narrowed.
Floating islands… oceans made of vapor… structures carved from cloud-stone.And above it all, a familiar thrum—multiple life signatures clustered together, faint yet distinct.
"So this world extends even into the sky," he murmured.
Moments later, he descended into a dense, mist-shrouded forest. The bird dispersed beneath him, and Nagato landed on soft soil—real soil—an anomaly in the sky.
He barely took three steps before the underbrush rustled violently.
"INTRUDER!" a voice barked.
A squad of Gods Divine Soldiers burst forth, spears pointed at Nagato. Their expressions twisted in righteous aggression.
"You stand upon holy ground!" the leader snarled. "This land belongs to God Enel! Surrender or be—!"
Shinra Tensei.
An invisible pressure exploded outward.
Trees snapped like twigs.Soil cratered.The Divine Soldiers were lifted off their feet and slammed into the surrounding forest with bone-crushing force.
Silence followed—broken only by crackling sparks dying from their shattered weapons.
Nagato didn't even look back.
"These people throw the word 'god' around too freely."
Before he could continue deeper, the atmosphere shifted.A hum—like electricity singing through the air.
Then a voice echoed down from above:
"…Interesting."
A bolt of blue lightning struck the ground not ten meters away. From it, a tall figure materialized—drums lining his back, a golden staff in hand, eyes half-lidded with amusement.
Barefoot. Smirking. Radiating arrogance.
God Enel.
His gaze drifted lazily over the unconscious soldiers, then up to Nagato's expressionless face.
"You defeated my priests without even turning your head…" Enel mused, tapping his shoulder with the golden staff. "How amusing."
Electricity danced across his skin.
"And you dare walk Upper Yard without kneeling… before me?"
Nagato's eyes glowed faintly.
"Kneel?" he repeated calmly. "You mistake yourself for something you are not."
"Why would a God, kneel to a weakling claiming to be one?"
Enel's smirk sharpened. "Yahahahahaha!"
"So you think you're a God? It seems I'll have to show you what a true god looks like."
"60,000,000 Volt Vari: Dragon bull" Enel taps the drums around his back, lightning bursting forth taking on the form of a dragon and charging towards Nagato at high speed.