Recruiting Orochimaru

Once the candidates had been decided, the second problem was how to find them.

However, that was hardly a difficult problem.

Of the Yellow-Gambling-Poison Trio, Orochimaru was the easiest to find. Otogakure in the Land of Rice, marked by an Eighth Note, would not change locations, and researchers were all homebodies with no habit of wandering around. As the head of an organization, even if he lacked experimental materials, Orochimaru did not need to search for them personally.

If time moved a little further ahead, Wang Yan could simply head to the Sand Country—the fake Fourth Kazekage was Orochimaru.

Although Jiraiya came and went without a trace, he was not difficult to find either. After all, he was a famous author. As long as Wang Yan found the publisher and followed the trail, he would soon achieve his goal.

As for Tsunade, she was actually the hardest to find.

However, Wang Yan had long since made his plans and was not worried about failing to find her.

Land of Rice, Otogakure.

The fields and paths here connected in every direction, and the sounds of chickens and dogs could be heard. Compared to the grand scenery of Konoha, this place possessed a distinct rural charm. Unfortunately, every villager wore the deepest despair and gloom upon their face. The light in their eyes had dimmed, as though they had utterly lost faith in life.

"Devil, thy name is troubled times."

Wang Yan sighed with emotion, a half-smile on his face.

The residents of Otogakure lived without hope. They had no idea when they might be seized and used as material for Live Experiments, but in such chaotic times, without the ability to protect oneself, they dared not leave Otogakure—doing so would very likely mean death!

No one had more right to speak about just how chaotic this world was than Wang Yan.

Along the way from the Land of Fire, despite not actively doing anything extra, the Resource Points in his possession had increased by another five thousand. This bloody accumulation of primitive capital explained quite a lot.

Wang Yan had once felt that Resource Points were far too easy to obtain. After all, when he had read Infinite Flow Novels, their protagonists had struggled desperately just to painstakingly earn a tiny, insignificant amount of "Reward Points."

In truth, judging by their exchange value, the purchasing power of Resource Points was entirely equivalent to those so-called "Reward Points."

It was not until he began recruiting Reincarnators that he understood why...

"Detected that Lord Main God intends to recruit the first Reincarnator. Please set a Resource Point distribution plan."

Wang Yan looked at the several plans offered by the Assistant Program and could not help widening his eyes.

"Damn, what a bunch of heartless capitalists..."

There were three recommended distribution plans for the Resource Points generated when the Reincarnators under his command carried out missions.

Plan One: He took everything, while the Reincarnators received nothing and gained no benefits whatsoever. This was the typical Hell Apartment approach.

Plan Two: He took seventy percent, while the Reincarnators took thirty percent. This was the tone of most Dark Infinite Flow stories.

Plan Three: He and the Reincarnators split it fifty-fifty. This was the founding school of Infinite Horror.

Of course, Wang Yan could also ignore the Assistant Program and set the split himself. For example, he could take no Resource Points at all and give them all to the Reincarnators—this was the so-called Saint Mother Flow.

After thinking briefly, Wang Yan said thoughtfully, "Change it to a nine-to-one split. I get nine, and the Reincarnators get one. It's a seller's market right now. Without me, whether they're ninjas, pirates, adventurers, wizards, politicians, Gourmet Hunters, or anyone else, they'll forever live in worlds they see as boring and uneventful. But I can give them every hope and a different future, so I am fully qualified and justified in taking ninety percent!"

"The Resource Point distribution ratio has been fixed. Lord Main God may modify it at any time."

Wang Yan pressed a hand to his forehead. "I won't change it. Also, change the name of Resource Points on the Reincarnators' side. Call them 'Reward Points.' I'm someone who follows good examples, after all..."

He still had a full five thousand Resource Points on hand. After only a brief consideration, he invested all of them into strengthening his Spiritual Power.

The growth of Spiritual Power was closely related to one's physique, talent, experiences, beliefs, and mindset. It was not as simple as four thousand points granting twice the Spiritual Power of two thousand points; the calculations involved were extremely complex.

However, there was a relatively simple way to put it—if Wang Yan's previous Spiritual Power had been equivalent to that of an Uchiha Clan ninja with the Three Tomoe Sharingan opened, then after this enhancement, his Spiritual Power could already rival Uchiha Itachi's.

"Wait, Auxiliary Elf, isn't my strength increasing a little too fast? I can already stand shoulder to shoulder with Itachi the God?"

Feeling the ocean-like Spiritual Power field that had made his thoughts extraordinarily clear, Wang Yan could not help asking.

At that moment, he even felt that, as long as he wished it, he could make "the flow of time slow down" by accelerating his subjective consciousness. This was equivalent to Learning Bullet Time without a teacher.

"It is only a comparison in Spiritual Power tier and quantity. You currently possess no means of using Spiritual Power attacks."

"Furthermore, as the Main God, your strength has not increased quickly. Your current combat power cannot even destroy a single world. You have no ability to protect yourself at all. Please raise your strength as soon as possible, Lord Main God."

The Assistant Program's cold voice was neither male nor female. Though its tone was pleasant and soothing to the ear, its words struck straight at the heart.

"Only when I can destroy a world do I count as having the ability to protect myself? What kind of combat power assessment is that..."

Wang Yan complained as he sensed the changes within himself.

Now, he could casually release Reincarnator recruitment notices within a fifty-kilometer radius and could even accurately lock onto a particular candidate.

A fifty-kilometer radius! A hundred-kilometer diameter for his Spiritual Power scan!

What kind of concept was that?

Wang Yan did not know either. He only felt that it was probably a distance an ordinary dead-fat shut-in could never cover even after running for an entire day.

Sitting cross-legged where he was, his eyes tightly closed, Wang Yan's Spiritual Power field instantly radiated outward.

Otogakure, Laboratory No. 023.

There was only one person here now, the existence once registered by Konoha's ninja records under the number "002300."

Black long hair, vertical golden pupils, purple eye shadow extending to the sides of his nose, pale skin, and blue-green Comma-shaped Earrings. His entire body radiated the cold, ruthless aura unique to a cold-blooded creature.

Yet when conducting Live Experiments, his whole being gave off an air of fervent madness.

He was a man striving to explore the truth and origin of all things.

One of the former Three Ninja, Orochimaru, now a Konoha Rogue Ninja.

An inexplicably powerful Spiritual Power field swept directly over him, forcibly cramming a message into Orochimaru's mind.

"Do you wish to obtain truth and attain true immortality?"

"Yes/No?"

Orochimaru's eyes narrowed slightly, his golden snake pupils turning into dangerous slits as the hazardous aura around him grew even denser.

What he hated most was being disturbed while conducting experiments.

Yet Orochimaru had to admit that whoever had used Genjutsu on him had found his weakness.

Many people believed he was an ambitious man, cruel and guilty of countless evils. In truth, he had merely been constantly pursuing knowledge and truth. Their values differed, and Cold Lord Orochimaru's pride would not permit him to explain himself to those weaklings.

Ram—Snake—Snake—Tiger—Snake.

This was the Illusion Dispelling Technique Orochimaru had deliberately developed after recognizing his own weak resistance to Genjutsu.

"Release!"

Blue-violet Chakra suddenly erupted!

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, forming an evil smile. "Is this really Genjutsu?"

The Illusion Dispelling Technique was completely useless. The dialogue selection box from earlier remained in front of you.