Chapter 77: The Doxxed Puppeteer Behind the Six Paths of Pain

Above the Hidden Rain Village, the battle continued.

But Rojie was ready to bring this battle to an end, finishing off the last Pain: Deva Path.

He locked his gaze onto the Deva Path, eyes blazing, preparing to deliver the fatal strike.

At that moment, Rojie sensed something amiss.

The Deva Path’s struggling movements suddenly ceased.

He went completely still, as if his soul had been ripped away, offering no resistance whatsoever—like a network cable had been yanked.

More critically, his pale purple Rinnegan gradually faded, replaced by ordinary brown pupils, dull and lifeless.

Rojie frowned, thinking.

Was this just a paid DLC trial expiring, forcibly reclaimed by the system?

Meanwhile, the Outer Path: Sasori of the Red Sand also stopped struggling; as Rojie released his grip, it flew away and crashed into a distant crater.

Nagato must’ve been doxxed.

Probably Jiraiya took care of the puppeteer behind the Six Paths of Pain.

Sure enough, masked streamers all die the moment the lights turn on.

Rojie immediately severed his Saint Lord Dragon Skin, reverting to his original human form.

Using his Sage Mode-enhanced perception, he locked onto Jiraiya’s location and flew toward him.

Healthier Itachi, who had been watching from the side, glanced thoughtfully and followed.

…

When Konan rushed to the door of the secret chamber, she suddenly heard a heart-wrenching scream from within.

Her face paled; without hesitation, she burst inside.

The sight before her made her heart plummet, nearly stopping altogether.

Nagato’s face was deathly pale, streaked with blood-tears; his Rinnegan eyes were gone, leaving only two hollow sockets.

He looked like a doll whose glass marbles had been ripped out by a bratty child.

Beside Nagato, Obito Uchiha carefully placed a pair of Rinnegan eyes into a glass vial.

Konan’s eyes instantly blazed with fury; she screamed at the top of her lungs:

“Madara!”

With her cry, countless sheets of white paper surged from her body, instantly transforming into spears, shuriken, and kunai that shot toward Obito Uchiha.

Yet the attacks passed through him like stones sinking into the sea—he was nothing but a phantom shadow.

Obito Uchiha cast a cold glance at Konan.

A spatial vortex slowly formed, and his figure gradually vanished.

Konan rushed to Nagato’s side, checking his condition.

Nagato’s eyes had been forcibly gouged out; blood gushed continuously from the empty sockets.

Added to that, years of overusing the Rinnegan had drained his body.

He was as frail as a candle flickering in the wind, barely clinging to life.

Had it not been for the Uzumaki clan’s formidable physique sustaining him, he would’ve been dead long ago.

Konan’s hands were caked in blood, trembling slightly.

She forced back her tears and tried to stop the bleeding and heal him.

At that moment, Jiraiya followed Konan into the secret chamber.

His gaze swept the room; his expression froze, shock flashing in his eyes.

“Nagato?”

Hearing that familiar voice, Nagato mustered all his strength to lift his head.

His two empty sockets stared straight toward Jiraiya.

“Is that… Master Jiraiya?”

Jiraiya’s gaze darkened; a wave of sorrow welled in his chest.

Looking at Nagato’s horrific state, he asked softly: “Nagato… your eyes…”

Nagato offered no concealment.

Having lost his beloved Rinnegan, he seemed to have lost his spirit entirely, slumped and lifeless.

“Taken by Madara.”

Jiraiya’s heart jolted; disbelief crossed his face: “Obito Uchiha?”

Now even this ancient relic is coming out to cause trouble?

Nagato’s body shuddered violently; he coughed up a mouthful of blood: “I don’t know his true identity.”

“He has a Mangekyo Sharingan and calls himself Obito Uchiha.”

Konan watched Nagato grow weaker by the second, frantic with worry.

“Don’t speak anymore—your body can’t take it.”

Nagato gave a faint, bitter smile and whispered to Konan:

I'm sorry, I'll go ahead to meet Miyan.

His voice was calm, as if he had already accepted death.

Konan’s tears could no longer be held back; they spilled freely.

She gripped Nagato’s hand tightly, as if holding on could stop his fading life.

At that moment, Rojie’s figure appeared inside the secret chamber.

“Hold on, stop the melodrama.”

Rojie raised a hand in a stop gesture, cutting off the tragic scene.

His gaze turned cold as he looked at Nagato.

“Nagato, leader of the Akatsuki, Itachi are suspected of forming a terrorist organization and secretly attacking the Hidden Leaf Village.”

“According to the Hidden Leaf Criminal Code, as the Fifth Hokage, I am arresting Itachi for trial and sentencing Itachi to the Naka River Grand Hotel!”

Hearing this, Nagato’s already frail body trembled violently; blood spurted uncontrollably from his mouth.

Konan frantically tried to plug the wound, but the blood kept gushing, impossible to stop.

“Konan…”

Nagato tried to say more to her.

But his strength was draining away, his consciousness fading.

Just as Nagato’s life neared its end, Rojie stepped forward and gently patted his shoulder.

Instantly, Rojie activated the Ma Fu Charm; a warm current surged into Nagato’s body.

Ten years of life expectancy—delivered on the spot!

Nagato’s emaciated frame visibly swelled back to health.

The blood flowing from his mouth instantly ceased.

His crippled legs returned to normal.

Even the eyes that had been forcibly gouged out now regrew.

But these eyes were not the Rinnegan he once possessed.

After all, those Rinnegan never belonged to Nagato—they belonged to Obito Uchiha.

Thus, after recovery, Nagato’s eyes were merely ordinary ones.

Though he no longer possessed the power of the Rinnegan, he regained his sight.

Rojie watched the restored Nagato, his mind turning over possibilities.

If I were to remove Obito Uchiha’s Mangekyo Sharingan, could I use the Ma Fu Charm to restore him with a new pair of Mangekyo Sharingan?

If true, couldn’t I infinitely manufacture Mangekyo Sharingan?

The thought flashed through his mind, stirring a faint temptation.

Healthier Itachi, who had followed Rojie into the chamber, shivered involuntarily.

Rojie stroked his chin, studying the newly restored Nagato.

He was already considering employment options for the Akatsuki.

Now, the Akatsuki’s two strongest fighters—the elderly, sick, and crippled pair—had both been saved by Rojie.

But what awaited them would be judgment from the Fifth Hokage.

For the rest of their lives, they’d be staying at the Naka River Grand Hotel.

What would Itachi like to see in the next world? Leave a comment here.

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(End of Chapter)