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Orochimaru licked his cheek with that snake-like tongue. How could those Sharingan eyes of his advance further?

With that thought, his gaze involuntarily focused deep within his own pupils.

Within those scarlet eyes, two pitch-black tomoe slowly revolved, radiating an eerie yet captivating gleam.

A faint smile of satisfaction and greed appeared at the corner of Orochimaru's mouth.

These eyes he had seized from the Uchiha bloodline had indeed not disappointed his expectations in terms of potential.

Yet that satisfaction vanished in an instant, replaced by an even deeper desire.

Two Tomoe? That was nowhere near enough!

They were still far from the Sharingan that Shisui Uchiha had used to manifest that colossal giant dozens of meters tall.

Therefore, the Sharingan had to evolve!

"Then," a cold voice brimming with the desire to explore echoed quietly through Orochimaru's empty Laboratory.

"What opportunity is needed for these eyes to break through their shackles and advance toward a more perfect form?"

He pondered intently, his icy gaze finally settling on the depths of a corner.

Several less-talented clan members kidnapped earlier from the Uchiha Clan were imprisoned there.

The key to the answer seemed to lie only with these people!

Elsewhere, within a gloomy cave, the lingering glow of the Sealing Formula had yet to fade completely. The air was filled with the restless aftermath unique to Tailed Beast Chakra that had been forcibly stripped away.

The Akatsuki Organization had just completed the sealing of the Four-Tails and Five-Tails, and a brief silence enveloped them.

Minamoto Takuya's Wood Clone stood quietly in a corner, though its consciousness had already sunk into the insights it had just gained.

The existence of the Ten-Tails was, in essence, a miracle of creation.

When that world-shaking power was divided into nine portions, it gave rise