Ability, Izanagi?

The anomaly in the dim Laboratory gradually subsided, and the residual energy fluctuations in the air settled into stillness.

Without needing any reflective surface, a brand-new sensation of power rising from the depths of his soul told Minamoto Takuya with absolute clarity.

He had successfully awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan!

The scenes he had just experienced—scenes engraved into his very bones—now flashed through his mind again and again beyond his control.

With every shift in those images, an indescribable gleam flickered deep within his pupils.

Wasn't the reason he had pushed himself so desperately, nearly squeezing every last drop from his potential in pursuit of a breakthrough, to stop those tragic endings from playing out in reality?

What he had just undergone was not some fabricated illusion.

Those scenes had all been the worst possibilities he had simulated countless times in his mind before every action.

This "experience" had merely used power to forcibly materialize every fear of failure buried deep within him.

And made him personally "live" through them once.

That was precisely why the impact it brought could not be compared to the false Illusionary Realms created by ordinary Genjutsu devices.

It carried a sense of reality that struck directly at the soul.

More importantly, those simulated scenes had all been based on Minamoto Takuya's own life trajectory!

They were tragedies he might have caused with his own hands, or losses he would be powerless to undo.

The weight of that "reality," rooted in the course of his own fate, was far beyond anything he could feel by using a device to experience someone else's tragic life.

At that thought, the corners of Minamoto Takuya's lips rose unconsciously.

His idea had ultimately proven feasible.

After countless days and nights of agonizing thought, after his previous round of contemplation had