Chapter 291: Orochimaru's Adventure in the Dragon Tower

"My disciple, Konan?"

Jiraiya did not expect to suddenly hear news of his disciple.

Back when the game event was held in Konoha, the video had shown scenes of his disciple destroying the village,

and he had also seen the despicable conduct of Danzou,

who had caused the death of Yahiko, a man who harbored great righteousness and wanted to change the status quo of the ninja world.

Therefore, he had always wanted to wait for a suitable opportunity before making contact with the two of them.

But no one expected Konoha to collapse directly, and the remaining Konoha ninja were to be hunted down by the Fire Empire, so this matter was shelved.

"Teaching civilians Ninjutsu, no longer engaging in combat."

"Building bridges, paving roads, farming fields—no longer a Ninja Village, but a country?"

Jiraiya lowered his head, ignoring the tense situation, and absent-mindedly pulled out the autobiography he kept in his Ninja Tool Pouch, which he carried with him even after coming to the Samsara Game.

It was not Icha Icha Paradise, but The Tale of the Gutsy Ninja.

Even though he had already abandoned so-called fate, he still could not help but recall the words of the Toad Sage.

"Among your disciples, there is someone capable of changing the ninja world."

Jiraiya did not have many disciples; there was the late Namikaze Minato, and then there were Uzumaki Naruto and Yahiko and the others.

From Namikaze Minato, he saw the image of the perfect ninja: merciless toward enemies, gentle and passionate toward comrades, working conscientiously after becoming Hokage, and finally dying heroically to protect the Ninja Village.

In Uzumaki Naruto, he saw resilient hope; although he could not inherit Minato's wisdom, he possessed a firm will and a nature that could influence those around him.

And finally, there were Yahiko, Nagato, and Konan,

orphans from the Land of Rain, no different from most orphans he had seen, except for Nagato's Rinnegan.

He had been willing to take them as disciples back then because of the Rinnegan.

Until the appearance of the Samsara Game broke the shackles of ability; as long as one had enough Reward Points, even any number of Rinnegan could appear.

Therefore, if there truly were such a thing as fate, the scales now tipped more toward the resurrected Minato and Uzumaki Naruto as the ones capable of changing the ninja world.

However,

hearing Orochimaru's words, Jiraiya felt a boom explode in his mind.

"It seems it is necessary to make a trip to the Land of Rain."

Jiraiya thought to himself,

only now he no longer pinned his hopes on others; he wanted to take the initiative to change the ninja world and seek peace.

With no one else in his eyes, he took out a brush, licked the tip, and wrote on the last blank page of The Tale of the Gutsy Ninja, laughing loudly: "Sorry, sorry, inspiration suddenly flooded into my mind, I couldn't control it even if I wanted to."

A surging aura erupted from the surface of the paper.

Frog.

From far to near, as if a Well-Frog had leaped out and landed in the vast ocean.

Enhanced Prophecy Scroll: Well-Frog.

Splash.

A sound of water came from within The Tale of the Gutsy Ninja, and a crimson arm reached out, continuously growing larger as if breaking through a barrier.

Finally, a crimson frog the size of a mountain landed on the ground.

"Jiraiya, what the hell are you doing, wait..."

The summoned Gamabunta's voice stopped abruptly.

Feeling the surging power within its body in shock, it drew its sword slightly, the half-inch of exposed Blade emitting a chilling gleam.

"I suddenly had an epiphany regarding power; don't be surprised, after all, I am a genius."

【Reinforcement】,

capable of reinforcing the four-dimensional attributes of a summoned entity; the firmer the summoner's belief, the stronger the reinforced attributes.

Gamabunta's eyes flickered.

How could Jiraiya's belief have suddenly skyrocketed? Now it felt as if it could split the sky in two with a single slash.

"Whether the Ninja Village is an old relic that needs to be discarded by the era, or if it has a necessity to continue existing, I do not know."

Jiraiya's expression was solemn as he stared fixedly at Orochimaru and said: "But Orochimaru, you are an enemy of Konoha!"

"So, what can you do about it?" "You dead-last."

A fierce light also erupted in Orochimaru's eyes as he looked directly at his former partner; since childhood, he had grown up bearing the title of a genius, while this guy who followed behind his tail was always a fool, and even after entering the Samsara Game, nothing had changed.

He still held onto that kind of childish thinking.

Humans, as expected, cannot understand higher-order life forms.

"I will kill you."

Jiraiya's tone was calm, but his killing intent was about to turn into something tangible.

The next second, Gamabunta moved, the Short Blade unsheathed, and in the blink of an eye, it landed where Orochimaru had just been standing.

However, Orochimaru had no intention of fighting at all; even surrounded by everyone, he was not the least bit panicked.

"After I come out of the Dragon Tower, if you haven't left yet, then all of you go die."

A key appeared in Orochimaru's hand; it was the 【Sky Sea Secret Key】 exchanged at Lorian's place using the corpses of Commander Level monsters.

"Is that the key exchanged using the corpses snatched from the Navy?"

Sakazuki took a deep breath, his face full of stifled rage, his fists clenched tightly, Hell Magma dripping continuously as he suddenly charged toward Orochimaru.

"Overestimating yourself."

Orochimaru looked at Akainu with contempt, raised his hand, and a mass of pitch-black death souls rushed out, landing precisely on Akainu's chest.

Akainu only felt his whole body turn cold; he hurriedly tore open his clothes and saw a Death Soul Mark imprinted on his chest.

Clatter.

The ground covered in rotting branches and fallen leaves broke open, and one by one, hideous Ghouls crawled out, charging toward Akainu, who had been marked with the Death Soul Mark.

More and more Ghouls appeared,

and fangs emerged from the corners of Orochimaru's mouth, his skin shifting toward a gelatinous, ink-black color.

His Ghoul Bloodline had already reached the intermediate level.

Furthermore, he possessed a small 【Graveyard】 capable of cultivating large numbers of low-level corruption-attribute Ghouls.

Surrounded by black mist, an inverted cross-shaped iron tombstone stood in the very center of the Ghoul tide.

Only by destroying the Graveyard could the Ghoul tide be resolved.

Otherwise, the killed Ghouls would be absorbed into the Graveyard and would be as good as new within seconds.

Taking advantage of this time,

Orochimaru activated the 【Sky Sea Secret Key】, and his figure suddenly vanished.

Huge, towering stone pillars, carved with Magic patterns, supported the Sky Tower, which had an area exceeding that of any town on the Arad Continent.

On the damp floor, at the edge of the railless Sky Tower,

one could see the constantly undulating Magic Sea by leaning out just a little.

"So this is the dwelling place of the Lord Monster; it really is an uncomfortable feeling."

Orochimaru frowned slightly; the aura emitted by the Magic Sea could interfere with any living organism that approached.

The most critical point of this was its ability to make inanimate objects exhibit life fluctuations, just like those moving Magic armors.

And he himself was precisely a Mage who controlled death,

so for inanimate objects that should have been under his absolute control to suddenly come to life was not a good thing for him.

"Quick battle, quick decision."

Orochimaru extended his arm, as thin and withered as dry firewood, and thrust his palm into the ground.

A swarm of Undead Spiders spread out from his wide sleeves, crawling toward the surroundings.

Very quickly,

one direction sensed an unusual life aura.

Orochimaru stuck out his tongue, excitedly licking a circle around his neck, and then ran toward the place the Undead Spiders had scouted.

At this moment,

all of Orochimaru's actions were being projected onto the central squares of every Game Town.

(End of this chapter)