Konoha, Shinobi World — Supreme Leader Tower
While Momonga used magical surveillance to observe the outside world, Uchiha Soren was doing the same—through the Heavenly Eye System, monitoring every movement within the Great Tomb.
The adventurers?
He had released those high-bounty missions through the Adventurers' Guild himself.
Greed and blind luck drove them charging in like cannon fodder.
Every one of them bore the Eight-Thousand Spear Mark.
Kill a skeleton—gain Ascension Points.
Die inside Nazarick—Ascension Points all the same.
Among them were even Konoha combat shinobi.
"Men die for wealth. Birds die for food. I gave them the basic intelligence. The rest depends on how merciful the Great Tomb feels."
Momonga, who adored everything about Nazarick, tolerating intruders rummaging through its surface structures?
That would be a miracle.
A painless death would already be mercy.
The worse fate—
Interrogation chambers.
Heteromorphic nests that delighted in torture.
Even if one's body were hollowed out in the literal sense, magic could preserve consciousness.
A fate worse than death.
Soren sipped herbal tea.
In this office, only his Shadow Clone remained.
Kaori, Zhili, and Minako—now pregnant—were traveling across the Shinobi World with his original body.
Administrative affairs had already been delegated to an expanded and refined bureaucratic system.
Years of reform had ensured that those rising within Konoha were practical, results-driven officials.
Except for major classified documents, governance ran smoothly without him.
As for corruption?
If someone dared skim from the treasury or abuse authority—
The ones knocking on their door would be Uchiha investigators.
Background meant nothing.
Once caught, the Military Police handled them personally.
Konoha was even establishing a formal Judicial Bureau to refine its legal framework.
"Movement."
Soren narrowed his eyes.
From the central temple of Nazarick, a group of demons emerged.
He immediately notified his Magic Continent avatar.
Magic Continent — Avatar Status
Name: Uchiha Soren
Class Levels:
Elemental Mage: Fire (Lv10)Elemental Mage: Lightning (Lv10)Elemental Mage: Wind (Lv10)Elemental Mage: Water/Ice (Lv10)Elemental Mage: Earth (Lv9)
Race Levels:
Dragonoid (Frost Dragon Bloodline Lv10, True Dragon Bloodline Lv1)
Abilities:
Tier 1–6 MagicDraconic TraitsLow-Tier Origin Magic: FrostmourneMid-Tier Origin Magic: Frozen World
Overall Combat Rating: Lv60
(Surpassed Hero Realm — Comparable to Kage-level in the Ninja World)
Ascension Points: Increasing steadily.
The evolution of his True Dragon Bloodline had fundamentally transformed him.
Like a skeletal dragon, he now possessed immunity to low- and mid-tier magic.
His physical strength bordered on monstrous.
He could grind iron spheres into powder barehanded.
Kick a ten-ton boulder like a ball.
Even an elite jōnin wielding chakra-conducting blades would barely scratch his skin—and the wound would close within a second.
His blood itself was nearly pure magic.
The rise in race levels had propelled his class levels upward as well—from 32 to 49.
Soon, his overall combat rating would enter Lv61, the realm of Strong-Kage or Hero-tier elites.
"With Origin Magic derived from my bloodline, ordinary Strong-Kage are trivial. Even the Black Scripture Captain would fall."
The movements of the Black Scripture were under constant Heavenly Eye surveillance.
Downfall of Castle and Country—
Soren intended to claim it.
Whether the Tsuchikage would fall under its control was a secondary concern.
First, the World-Class Item must be his.
"When Kairel begins casting… I'll strike from behind."
Clean.
Efficient.
This was a nuclear-tier artifact.
It would never remain in foreign hands.
He recalled the original timeline.
Before Shalltear was partially controlled by Downfall of Castle and Country, Guardians outside Nazarick did not routinely carry World-Class Items.
When Shalltear was nearly fully dominated, her alignment visibly shifted on Momonga's interface—from Nazarick faction to neutral wild boss.
"Can Eternal Mangekyō control Demiurge? And if so… how would Momonga's panel reflect it?"
Originally, Soren had considered capturing Demiurge first—using him as bait to control the remaining Guardians one by one.
But there were too many unknown variables.
If Momonga panicked and unleashed thousands of high-tier summons using stored scrolls—
Even Soren would find it troublesome.
And beyond Nazarick—
The hidden Dragon Emperor.
True Dragon Lords wielding Six Paths-level or high-tier Origin Magic.
He had no intention of becoming another Six Paths Madara—nearly kicked into the ending by an Eight Gates Might Guy.
"…Perhaps diplomacy is wiser."
Momonga, newly transported, still retained ninety percent of his corporate-salaryman mindset.
Show strength.
Offer measured words.
Momonga would yield.
Form an alliance first.
Then seize the opportunity to control him directly.
With Momonga under control—
The entire Great Tomb of Nazarick would fall into Soren's hands intact.
Far better than conquering ruins.
"Acquiring it whole is superior to inheriting scraps."
Decision made.
He would meet Demiurge first.
Through the Archdemon, he would request an audience with Momonga.
"Sister Mito. It's time."
Soren left the office and found Uzumaki Mito, who had arrived from Konoha to oversee operations.
In the current Shinobi World—
Only Mito possessed the power to confront a Floor Guardian head-on.
Under Heavenly Eye guidance, they gazed toward the distant black speck in the sky.
"ROAR—!"
The Nine-Tails, Kurama, burst forth in blazing chakra, its nine mountain-sized tails cracking the air with explosive force.
Soren and Mito mounted the colossal fox.
Before the awed eyes of the Free City's inhabitants—
They surged into the sky.
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