Games Save the World, Crossdressing Destroys Everything

At least, Obito knew there were two ways.

The first method is to use the Rinnegan to completely revive Uchiha Madara, bringing him back to life in a true sense!

Even if Obito had the Rinnegan, let alone the fact that it's still in Nagato's possession, he might not have used the Outer Path: Rinne Rebirth to completely revive Uchiha Madara.

Although Uchiha Madara saved Obito at a crucial moment back then, he only wanted to use Obito.

Regarding this favor, Obito felt that he had already done more than enough by using the Impure World Reincarnation to bring the other person back into the world.

The second method is to have Uchiha Madara learn from Juzo Biwa, so that he can find a way to pass the time and vent his negative emotions.

As things stand, the Honor League Game Helmet seems to be the best option.

"Game?"

Upon hearing Obito's words, Uchiha Madara gave him a look that said, "You little bastard, are you kidding me again?"

When he first revived Obito, the latter was a carefree and goofy guy. It wasn't until he saw his childhood friend Rin Nohara die tragically at the hands of his comrade Kakashi that Obito's personality finally became more composed...

Has the other party reverted to their old ways while he was away?

Obito simply stared at Madara without any expression.

Of course, with him wearing a mask, no one could tell what expression he had.

The Sharingan is not the Byakugan; it doesn't have such a powerful ability to see through things.

"I recently heard a phrase that's supposedly a catchphrase of one of the Chunin Ninja Exams setters, and I think it makes a lot of sense."

Obito opened the sealing scroll he carried with him, took out the Game Helmet inside, and handed it to the other party. "No matter how much you talk, it's not as good as taking action."

With his help, Uchiha Madara put on the helmet and entered the game.

Beginner's Guide.

Human vs. AI battle.

Matching sequence.

More than an hour later, Uchiha Madara withdrew from the battle.

As the victor, he subconsciously chose to "play another round".

This is strange.

He was clearly unable to experience any positive emotions, such as happiness, contentment, etc.

These things are no longer relevant to him.

For some reason, he felt that the "play another round" option had a certain fatal attraction, making him click on it endlessly.

When Nagato Uzumaki, Uchiha Madara, Zabuza Momochi, and others were all immersed in Virtual Reality, no one in the real world caused trouble.

In such circumstances, time flies by in the blink of an eye.

Deidara and Sasori of the Red Sands finally arrived in Konoha.

Thanks to Konoha's tireless efforts in promotion over many days, the art exhibition was a large-scale event with a large number of attendees.

Even more so, because today is officially designated as the "Konoha Art Festival," many ordinary people dressed themselves up in extremely extravagant ways.

A child with a lion's head hairstyle wandering around...

A beautiful young girl dressed as a nobleman...

A muscular, strong man who can transform into a beautiful woman using Transformation Jutsu...

A child who acts and speaks with an air of premature maturity...

"This is Konoha! Hahaha! It truly is an artist's Heaven!"

Deidara looked at the passersby dressed in various styles on the streets and alleys, his interest soaring, and a fanatical expression appeared on his face.

Scorpion, standing beside him, showed no reaction, continuing to play with the wooden puppet with his head down.

"You're quite a competent and excellent artist, aren't you..."

Deidara clenched his fists, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light. "However, my art is the best! Yes. I will prove it!"

He had barely uttered his bold words when a dazed blonde girl bumped into him and made him stumble.

The words of insult were on the tip of his tongue, but then he stopped himself from saying them.

A fragrant breeze filled the air, and the young girl's delicate face resembled a shy peach blossom.

The other person had a graceful figure, and especially those Weilan eyes that seemed to radiate light at all times, making one want to explore them.

"Please... please be careful!" Deidara's face turned red, and he stammered as he spoke.

He had never seen such a perfect and captivating girl before, and for a moment, he was somewhat flustered.

As it turns out, the power of hormones is definitely among the top in the Myriad Worlds.

Even a paranoid like Deidara can lose his mind due to the release of pheromones.

"Hehe... The thirty-fourth one! At this rate, it'll be over soon! It's a super easy task!"

The perfect blonde fox-eared girl, surrounded by swirling smoke, transformed in the blink of an eye into a brat with fox whiskers.

It was Naruto Uzumaki.

Looking at the task progress bar in front of him, he felt confident that he would definitely be number one.

Kakashi, holding a Game Helmet, transforms into a beautiful white-haired young lady, saying he will complete the mission through his strength.

What's so interesting about game live streams?

Naruto stuck out his tongue, thinking that Kakashi's mission was most likely to fail.

"Thank you for helping me complete 1% of the task! If we happen to meet again, Ichiraku Ramen will be your treat! Bye-bye~"

Deidara stared blankly for a long time upon seeing the other's original appearance.

He only came to his senses after Naruto Uzumaki's figure disappeared into the crowd.

"I'll kill you! You damned bastard!"

Deidara was completely hysterical, with a look of utter despair on his face.

He put his hands into his ninja tool bag, chewing on white clay between his palms.

"There's no way an artist's Heaven could exist in this world; this must be a dream!"

"Blow this whole place up! Then the dream will end!"

"Yes. That must be it!"

Deidara's terrorist attack was stopped by Sasori of the Red Sands.

2B youths have a lot of fun, and it makes no difference if they have an artist's profession.

Deidara quickly forgot about the "minor unpleasantness" from earlier and started chatting with a Red Hair girl who was performing magic.

Deidara was very interested in West City like clay, sand, and jade, and even somewhat interested in the people who used them.

He figured the Red Hair girl across from him must be a sand artist, so he took the initiative to go up and start a conversation.

"Your abilities are very similar to those of one of my companions... but he's currently in Amegakure."

Gaara glanced at him sideways and nodded coolly. "Mm."

With his shoulder-length Red Hair swaying in the wind, Gaara exudes an aura that keeps strangers at bay.

He didn't quite understand why he, who was the one who dug the pit, ended up falling into it himself.

This situation made him feel somewhat uncomfortable, so his demeanor became increasingly cold.

This led many passersby to perceive her as a "noble and aloof beauty".

The mission completion metric, carrying Gaara's heart, races headlong towards a dangerous realm.

He originally loathed this kind of scene, but seeing Kakashi and Naruto start to act, he reluctantly learned Naruto's Sexy Jutsu - Conservative Version out of embarrassment.

Gaara didn't know that some bottom lines, once breached, lead to utter ruin.

Things won't go as I initially imagined.

Humans are inherently animals that constantly make excuses for themselves.

The sand swirled around him, sometimes coalescing into the shapes of animals, sometimes transforming into the forms of plants and buildings.

Pigs, dogs, pandas, humans...

Himawari, Qiangwei, mimosa...

In the end, these lifelike sand sculptures even come to life, interacting with each other, communicating or fighting, captivating the viewer without them even realizing it.

Deidara's eyes lit up, and he was about to go up and express his views on art.

The other party merely glanced at him indifferently, and then his body gradually turned into sand, completely dissipating into the world.

The Red Hair girl who controlled the sand eventually turned into sand flying everywhere.

Deidara faintly heard the disdainful words.

"Masochistic tendencies... perverted..."

He shook his head, convinced that it was his imagination.

From that day on, Konoha had the legend of the "Goddess of Red Sand".

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