r18novel Chapter 529 I will definitely kill you! I will definitely kill you!
Chapter 529 I will definitely kill you! I will definitely kill you!
Chapter 529 I will definitely kill you! I will definitely kill you!
Pfft!
Orochimaru didn't even have time to make a sound before he was violently dragged into the river by those hands.
What was clearly just a clear stream that reached his knees seemed to transform into a bottomless, icy deep sea the moment he was dragged in.
The light disappeared, and water rushed in from all directions, carrying heavy pressure and a biting chill.
He was being held tightly by the hands that came from his own reflection, and he continued to sink downwards.
In the water, the "reflection's" face was inches away, its expression furious and ferocious, its mouth opening and closing as it roared, "Wake up!"
"Wake up!!"
"None of this is real!!"
"This false warmth! This mundane daily life! This future whose end can be seen at a glance!!"
"This is not what you wanted!"
"Get yourself straight!"
"Get me straight to what you want, Orochimaru!!"
Orochimaru's eyes gradually became blank.
I am not—who?
I am not this teenager who grew up step by step amidst parental love, playful banter with friends, and teachers' expectations.
I'm not the kind of kid who would secretly rejoice over the success of a C-rank ninjutsu.
I'm not the kind of person who's content with bento boxes, takoyaki shops, and afternoon fishing —
The bewildered golden vertical pupils gradually regained their senses in the cold, dark depths of the water.
Yes.
That's right.
Parents? They have long since become cold words on a memorial stone, buried along with the warmth of that so-called "home" in the distant past.
Friends? Bonds? Jiraiya, that noisy idiot, Tsunade, that hot-tempered girl—I abandoned them long ago!
Sarutobi-sensei? Konoha?
No.
I am Orochimaru.
I am a serpent who seeks the truth of the world, explores the taboos of life, thirsts for eternity and infinity, and wants to devour, understand, and master all that is unknown!
This false tranquility, this beautifully woven dream, is not what I want!
What I want is knowledge, power, the possibility of transcending human limits, the unveiling of the truth of life, and freedom that transcends this boring fate and rules!
I still have so much to do!
Crash!
The river water broke apart, and Orochimaru suddenly stood up from the knee-deep stream, splashing water everywhere.
"Hoo! Cough cough!"
He was breathing heavily, and river water slid down his pale cheeks and wet black hair, dripping into the river.
The sunlight shone through and fell on me, but it couldn't dispel the chill that seeped into my bones.
"Orochimaru!" Tsunade's anxious voice rang out, "Are you alright? How did you suddenly fall into the water?"
She and Jiraiya ran over, their faces full of worry.
"Hey! Orochimaru, you scared us to death! Did you slip? The water isn't deep, is it?" Jiraiya looked worried and frightened.
The two ran to the riverbank, reached out their hands, and tried to pull him up.
Orochimaru slowly raised his head, his soaked black hair plastered to his forehead, water droplets sliding down his cheeks.
He looked at the two faces in front of him, both filled with worry: Tsunade's anxious eyes and Jiraiya's usually carefree but genuinely panicked expression.
Then, just as the two were about to touch him, Orochimaru's hands shot out, his left hand gripping Tsunade's slender neck tightly!
With his right hand, he gripped Jiraiya's throat like an iron clamp!
"Ha!"
Tsunade and Jiraiya's eyes widened simultaneously, their worries instantly replaced by disbelief, shock, and pain.
Orochimaru walked step by step from the river ashore, the water flowing down his trouser legs and leaving a wet trail behind him.
His arms unleashed a strength disproportionate to the boy's size, forcefully lifting the two of them off the shore, their feet off the ground.
"Ahem! Orochi——Maru————"
Jiraiya's face flushed red from suffocation, his hands futilely trying to pry open the hands gripping his neck, his legs kicking weakly in the air.
Why—
Tsunade managed to utter a sound, staring intently at Orochimaru's golden vertical pupils. She was also struggling, her eyes filled with pain, confusion, and a hint of fear.
"That's enough!"
Before Tsunade could finish speaking, Orochimaru suddenly exerted his strength, sending the two of them flying.
Bang!Bang!
Tsunade and Jiraiya crashed heavily onto a tree trunk in the distance, causing leaves to fall in a rustling sound.
"Cough!" The two of them groaned in unison, sliding down the tree trunk to the ground, curling up and coughing violently, their necks clearly marked with purplish finger marks.
call out!call out!call out!
Just then, several figures appeared like ghosts, leaping out from the shadows of the surrounding woods. They wore masks and were clearly ANBU ninjas.
However, the leader was not wearing a mask; he was none other than Hiruzen Sarutobi, in his prime.
"Orochimaru!" He frowned, his expression furious, and shouted, "What are you doing?!"
Orochimaru ignored the sudden appearance of the Anbu and his teacher's angry shouts, and didn't even glance at Tsunade and Jiraiya, who were lying on the ground, panting in pain.
"untie!"
"untie!"
"untie!"
He kept forming hand seals to dispel the illusion, trying to mobilize the chakra within his body, one after another, he tried them all.
But it didn't work.
The surrounding forest remained real, the sunlight still warm, Sarutobi-sensei's angry expression, the ANBU's alert posture, Tsunade and Jiraiya's suppressed coughs and gasps—
Nothing has changed at all.
Everything felt terrifyingly real.
He suddenly raised his head, and beneath his wet black hair, his golden vertical pupils, like those of a venomous snake ready to devour its prey, stared intently at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure in front of him.
Is it you?
hum! !
Orochimaru's arms were suddenly wrapped by countless fine wind blades, emitting a sharp buzzing sound, and he swung his arms fiercely towards the surrounding Anbu ninjas.
puff!puff!
Countless wind blades detached from his arm, sweeping out in all directions, the air emitting a mournful shriek, and the grass and leaves on the ground...
The tree branch was shredded into dust the moment it came into contact with the wind blade!
Several ANBU ninjas who couldn't dodge in time only had time to hold kunai or short swords in front of them, but their hasty defense was no match for the dense and violent wind blades.
"what!"
Blood splattered, and screams were short and shrill. In an instant, several members of the secret service, along with their weapons, were cut into countless pieces of flesh and blood, which were spilled onto the grass.
Orochimaru!
Hiruzen Sarutobi's eyes were bloodshot with rage. Seeing his own disciple betray him and turn against his fellow villagers and the Anbu, anger and grief almost overwhelmed his reason.
The next moment, his figure appeared beside Orochimaru, his large, calloused but strong hand gripping Orochimaru's wrist tightly before he could retract it!
It felt warm to the touch, with calluses from years of gripping kunai, and its force was so great that it almost crushed Orochimaru's wrist bones.
"Enough! Orochimaru, have you gone mad?! Look at what you've done!!" Hiruzen Sarutobi's voice trembled with anger and heartache.
He stared intently into Orochimaru's eyes, trying to find a trace of the past in them.
"They are your comrades! They are Konoha ninjas! Stop immediately! Come back with me for questioning!"
The pungent smell of blood filled the air, the warmth and strength emanating from my wrist, and the teacher's familiar voice, his anxious and angry yet still concerned gaze—
It all feels so real.
It was so realistic that Orochimaru was momentarily stunned.
But this brief moment of disorientation quickly vanished.
fake!
It's all fake!!
This temperature reading is fake! This concern is fake! This so-called mentor-student bond, companionship, and village responsibility—
They were all poisons used to imprison him and wear down his will!
If this illusion cannot be broken—
"Then let's force our way through it!!"
Orochimaru's eyes flashed with a near-manic ferocity as he let out a low roar, and the massive chakra dormant within him suddenly erupted!
boom!!
Centered on him, even denser and sharper wind blades appeared out of thin air, emitting a shrill whistle like ghosts howling, rotating and cutting around Orochimaru, forming a tornado.
scoff!
Hiruzen Sarutobi, who was closest to the target, was the first to be hit.
His arm, which was gripping Orochimaru's wrist, was mercilessly shredded the moment it touched the edge of the tornado.
Before Hiruzen Sarutobi could even recover from the incredulous expression on his face, he and several Anbu members around him were instantly devoured and torn apart!
Blood, bone fragments, and bits of flesh were swept into the raging wind blades, turning into a cloud of blood mist that was carried by the wind blades and splashed in all directions.
"not enough!"
Orochimaru suddenly looked at Tsunade and Jiraiya, who were barely able to stand up in the distance.
This false warmth, this hypocritical bond, everything that tried to trap him—
Destroy them all!
"die!!"
With his roar, the surrounding raging tornadoes suddenly expanded, sweeping towards Tsunade and Jiraiya.
Tsunade's pupils contracted sharply, and Jiraiya shielded her behind him. Their figures, along with the large trees and bushes behind them, disappeared into the distance.
Grassland, rocks —
Everything was torn apart and shredded in the storm, leaving no trace, only a ground covered with cuts and the thick smell of blood in the air.
However, the world did not shatter, and the illusion did not disappear.
The sun was still shining brightly, the woods were still lush and green, and the sounds of commotion could still be heard in the distance.
However, Orochimaru felt that his power had increased.
"Not enough!"
"Since this is Konoha—since the root of all this is here—"
Orochimaru was panting heavily, his chakra surging wildly, and more and more wind blades gathered around him, increasing in number and size, and spinning faster and faster.
Ultimately, it coalesced into a terrifying hurricane connecting heaven and earth, raging wildly around him, uprooting trees and tearing them to pieces.
Orochimaru stared intently at the distant Shadow Rock and the prosperous and peaceful village below it.
"Then, destroy it too!"
He wanted to tear this false world to shreds in the most thorough way possible.
Orochimaru began to walk towards the center of Konoha.
With each step, the ground trembled and cracked; the hurricane was like a moving natural disaster, mercilessly devouring everything.
"Run!!"
"Help! Ninja masters!"
"Mother!"
"My child!"
"Orochimaru! Why are you—ah!"
Those faces that had been smiling at him not long ago were now filled with fear and despair.
Houses were uprooted, reduced to a shower of sawdust and dust; streets were ripped open, revealing their foundations.
These voices were so real, so poignant, yet so easily swallowed up and masked by the hurricane. Orochimaru was frantically tearing apart the desires deep within his heart that he was unwilling to acknowledge.
However, at this moment—
"A small snake?"
A familiar female voice faintly reached his ears.
Orochimaru's steps suddenly halted, and he looked in the direction from which the sound came.
On a distant street corner, a woman with disheveled black hair stood there blankly, clutching a vegetable basket tightly in her hand; it was his mother.
Her face was drained of color, her lips trembled, and her once gentle eyes were now wide open, filled with shock, confusion, and fear.
She seemed unable to comprehend what she was seeing, but subconsciously uttered that name.
Orochimaru stared at the woman, at her face, and as his pupils contracted, a blade of wind slashed toward the woman's neck.
"Get out of the way!!"
A lithe figure wearing a Konoha Jonin vest rushed out.
He is the father.
His face, devoid of its usual composure and restraint, was now filled with a furious, bloodthirsty rage. He abruptly shoved the stunned woman aside.
puff!
The veiled wind blade grazed past the father's neck.
The head wearing a headband separated from the neck. The head spun in mid-air due to inertia, and the headless body staggered forward two steps due to the momentum of the forward rush.
Blood gushed from the severed neck, and he finally collapsed to the ground, raising a small cloud of dust.
Snap—
The head hit the ground, rolled a few times, and came to rest not far away, face up.
hum!
The violent tornado surrounding Orochimaru suddenly dissipated and disappeared, countless tiny wind blades turning into air currents that blew through his black hair and robes before vanishing without a trace.
All that remained was a scene of utter devastation, crumbling walls, billowing smoke and dust, and—the headless corpse lying in a pool of blood, its body growing cold.
"6
,
Orochimaru stood frozen in place, staring intently at the corpse and the gushing, blinding crimson blood.
Blood meandered and flowed, soaking the soil and seemingly permeating his vision, turning the whole world into a nauseating red.
In the distance, the mother, who had been pushed away and fallen to the ground, seemed to have just come to her senses. Her face was splattered with warm blood. She raised her head blankly and looked at Orochimaru not far away.
Her body began to tremble uncontrollably, her lips quivered but she couldn't make a sound, and she looked at Orochimaru as if she were looking at a monster she had never seen before.
Why————
Orochimaru clenched his teeth so tightly that blood seeped from his gums, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
Why isn't it working?!
He killed his comrades, slaughtered the Dark Guard, destroyed his teacher, and tore everything he saw to shreds along the way!
Why hasn't the world collapsed yet?
Why hasn't this illusion shattered yet?!
Why? The way Father fell, the blood and tears on Mother's face, the gushing blood, the sound of her head hitting the ground, the suffocating stench of blood in the air—
Why does it still feel so real?!
It was so real that it made his very soul tremble!
It was so real that it cracked his sanity.
Could this be an illusion?
Do not!
This must be an illusion!
This can only be an illusion!
Because my parents had already—because I had already—
Because I am Orochimaru!
He is Orochimaru, who has broken free from all constraints in his pursuit of eternity and truth!
Yes, I should have thought of that earlier.
It's more like a perfect cage, rooted in the deepest part of my consciousness, meticulously woven from my most secret desires and most vulnerable memories.
It wasn't that my perception was forcibly distorted from the outside, but rather that a world that "should be" was constructed from the depths of my soul, making me believe that this was the reality.
Let me willingly indulge in it!
No matter how much I swallow, no matter what I swallow, I will never be satisfied.
So, the person I'm supposed to kill has always been only one person.
Close at hand.
Orochimaru trembled as he raised one hand, his five fingers joined together, and slowly placed it across his neck.
When the cold fingertips touch the warm skin, you can feel the carotid artery pulsating strongly and rapidly beneath them.
One stroke after another, proving the vitality of this body.
Wait a minute, what if, what if there's a mistake?
What if the damage in this illusion could somehow affect the physical body in reality?
Don't want to die!
I don't want to die!!
I still have so much to do, I am not yet satisfied, I have an eternal road to pursue, and so much knowledge to master.
How could you die here?
How could I die by my own hand?!
"Enough! Enough! Stop! Don't think about it anymore!!"
Orochimaru suddenly tilted his head back, clenching his teeth so tightly that each word seemed to be ground and squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with boundless hatred: "White Snake Sage!"
"I will definitely kill you! I will definitely kill you! I will!"
Then, devour everything, reach the end, and turn it all into reality!
Without any further hesitation, Orochimaru gathered his last bit of chakra in the hand held across his neck, transforming it into an invisible blade.
puff!
With a soft sound, a hand swept across.
Warm liquid gushed out, staining his vision red and taking away all his strength.